MaryLouise

By Mlyn

Acceptance

Part 7

MaryLouise was sitting up in bed watching Rowdy finish dressing for work. Shortly after his alarm had sounded, a knock on the door heralded the arrival of the butler with a light breakfast and coffee. He was late, and it was her fault. She smiled and stretched.

They had fallen asleep while talking last night, and not awakened until the alarm. After breakfast arrived, Rowdy announced he needed to shower before he ate, but she could go ahead without him.

MaryLouise wasn’t sure why she did it. Quiet as a mouse, she walked into the bathroom. She peed, and he didn’t notice because he was washing his hair. Then as he moved forward under the spray to rinse the shampoo off, she opened the door and stepped inside. She stood for a moment, not sure how to touch him without completely startling him. But then she decided that maybe a surprise would be good.

Reaching out, she cupped both his ass cheeks in her hands.

“What the hell?”

MaryLouise pressed closer to him. “I think you have more than a handful back here.” Deliberately she squeezed him.

“Very funny,” Rowdy murmured, quickly rubbing the soap from his face. Before he could do anything else, one of MaryLouise’s hands was sliding around him. He was intensely aware that she was sliding forward also, and then she cupped his manhood.

With her other hand she grabbed the soap. “I thought I’d save water.” Releasing him, she lathered her hands and then moved to the back of the shower. “Oh, here’s the soap,” she passed him the bar and sat down on the built in seat. Deliberately she turned sideways, but so Rowdy could still see, she spread her legs as her hand moved in between.

“Aah,” she sighed, rubbing her hand back and forth. “That feels much better.” After a few more seconds, she lifted her one arm, washing under it and then the other. Pausing to press her arms together, she rubbed her hands for new lather. Slowly she moved her hands in circles around her breasts. Lastly she toyed with her nipples before pointing to the hand spray. “Please?”

Rowdy passed it to her, watching as she rinsed the soap away. Then she lifted one foot onto the seat and directed the spray at her pussy. Finally she spread her lips and let the water hit her clit. He listened to her soft mewls of delight and watched the flexing of her hips. He couldn't wait another minute.

The shower handle hit the floor, spraying all around. He pulled MaryLouise up and sat down. Two seconds later he pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. His cock was already rock hard and entered her with a push. He curved his hands around her hips, moving her up and down.

MaryLouise took his hands and pulled them up to her breasts. As he held her luscious tits, she started using her legs to move and rock.

“God, honey…this is sweet!” one his hands moved down and found her clit. His fingers wiggled and pressed. His climax came swiftly seconds later and he thrust upwards. Her orgasm was slower and washed over her when he started talking to her quietly, telling her what pretty titties she had and a tight, hot…

“Rowdy! Oh my God!”

He glanced over at her as he finished tying his shoes. “Pour me some coffee, please,” he asked her softly.

The tray was on his side of the bed, so she leaned over and poured some into one of the cups. Quickly she buttered the toast, and then placed the egg and the ham between the two pieces.

“Do you want sugar, or cream in the coffee?”

“Just black, honey.” Rowdy stood and walked over to the dresser, tying his silk tie. “I was going to go over some papers last night, or at least this morning. Funny, but someone slowed me down this morning.”

“There wasn’t anything slow in there that I saw,” MaryLouise replied, grinning.

Rowdy crossed to the bed, taking the coffee cup she held out to him. “You don’t like coffee, huh. I’ll make sure they switch to tea. Do you like that better?”

“Usually, but whatever works for you. I can always fix something in the kitchen after you leave.” MaryLouise waited until he took another sip of tea. “Here, I combined them all in a sandwich for you to take with you.”

Rowdy took the sandwich, smiling. “Thank you, honey.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly. “I’ll try and be home before six tonight.”

Rowdy walked into the bedroom that evening at fifteen minutes after five. All day long he kept his eye on his watch and did some last minute delegating so he could get home early. He stopped though as he saw MaryLouise was on the bed, dressed in a white t-shirt, which looked like one of his, and surrounded by pamphlets, papers and small booklets to full size coffee table books.

MaryLouise must have heard him because she looked up at him, shaking her head. “I can’t do this!”

Rowdy crossed the room and saw that all the papers and books were about pregnancy, breast-feeding and babies. “Wow! Where did you get all this stuff?”

“My mom took me to a doctor today and they gave me some stuff to read. Then your mother and mine went to the store while I took a nap. They found a book or two to help.” She gestured to all the stuff on the bed again.

“You don’t have to read it all tonight,” Rowdy offered, trying to be helpful.

“Of course I can’t read them tonight. I didn’t mean that.” She flopped back onto the bed and put her hands over her belly. “How can I have a baby? I couldn't even go to the right house after my honeymoon.”

Rowdy shoved most of the pamphlets and books onto the floor. He got on the bed and put his hand on her belly too. “There’s at least six months. How about we read some every night? We’ll be pro’s in no time.”

“Sure?”

“I promise. I have a Harvard MBA. We can handle this.”

*****

Time passed fairly quickly. Most of MaryLouise’s days were uneventful. The job as a secretary was forgotten because the owner’s daughter-in-law didn’t need to work. Doctor’s appointments were every third Wednesday. Weekly luncheons with both mothers occurred on Tuesday. And the second Tuesday of each month, she went and spent the afternoon with Aunt Lily. Plus there was a family dinner every other Sunday, which included the Davis’, the Walters’ and Aunt Lily.

Today was the day she went to AuntLily’s for the afternoon. She had missed the last couple of appointments with Aunt Lou, and her mother had made sure to schedule the appointment for today and Helen was taking her. All the way there, Helen talked almost non-stop. When they arrived, Aunt Lou waved for her to come on back.

For the first time in months, MaryLouise felt self-conscious. She felt as big as a barn and today she knew she looked like it too. Once the cape was around her, Lou ran her fingers through her hair.

“It’s really grown, MaryLouise. I talked with your mother and we don’t have time for a perm today, and you need one. I’m going to cut it, and have you come back next week for the perm.”

MaryLouise thought she nodded her head. Lou was doing something different though. She clipped the long curls up and out of her way. The clippers roared to life and were soon sending short hairs flying. Lou changed the attachment several times before she finally put the clippers down. The chair was then turned so MaryLouise could see her reflection. Immediately she saw the hair was even shorter than usual and more tapered.

Before she could react, her aunt took a large comb and lifted the released longer hair straight up and the clippers roared to life and zipped across the comb. Two inches of hair was clipped off and swept down the cape. What was left of the perm disappeared quicker than she thought possible. To her horror she realized her aunt was giving her a “flattop” and because there no perm left, it was standing straight up, without any aid of gel or mousse. It didn’t take much longer for the top to be finished and MaryLouise looked at the new, flat, boxy hair cut.

Helen had come back and was standing to the side watching. When Lou announced that she was done, Helen spoke up.

“That is short, Lou.”

“Her hair grows fast, and if we put the perm in next week, it should be good until the baby is a few months old.”

“Aah, that’s what Jeanine was talking about.”

“Yes, it is easy to care for, especially with the baby and nursing and so on.” Lou added, picking up some gel and running it through MaryLouise’s hair. “This will keep it crisp until tonight.”

“Oh, that’s good. Then Rowdy can see how appropriate it will be.” Helen took out some money from her purse and paid Lou. Obviously it all had been pre-arranged by her mother.

“If it were me, I’d keep the flattop from now on. Once every two week cut, quick clean up and buzz.” Lou touched the flat surface with her palm, demonstrating the crispness. “It could be taken shorter to three quarters an inch or more.”

“Interesting. Well, thank you Lou for fitting us in. We have the afternoon with Aunt Lily and we wanted MaryLouise looking her best, as always.”

Lou nodded her head, removing the cap around MaryLouise. “Of course. Now she is neat as a pin.”

MaryLouise wanted to hide in her room until her hair grew out, but Helen kept needing her help once she returned from Aunt Lily’s. She was in the living room, helping to sort through old photos when Frank and Rowdy arrived home together. Rowdy bounded into the room and since she’d been expecting him, she was immediately aware of how he stopped once he saw her.

Helen spoke quickly. “Look at MaryLouise lovely new haircut Rowdy! Isn’t it perfect!” Since she was seated on the sofa and MaryLouise on the floor right beside her, she reached out and bounced her hand on the springy top. “Aunt Lily was delighted with her new look. I can’t remember the last time she took such notice over something new or different.”

Helen stood and walked over to her husband. She kissed him lightly. “I felt quite gauche and old-fashioned beside our little fashion plate. Now, I’ll go check on dinner while you two men relax.”

MaryLouise fussed with some photos as she heard Rowdy accept his father’s offer of a pre-dinner drink. He came over and sat beside her on the floor. A moment later, she felt him lean towards her and kiss her cheek. Frank was facing away from them and suddenly Rowdy grabbed her nearest breast. He nuzzled the shorter hair as he spoke, massaging her heavy, large bosom.

“You got scalped, MaryLouise,” Rowdy murmured in her ear.

She nodded, surprised at his reaction.

He tweaked her nipple and released her breast as he spoke. “I’m going to eat very, very quickly tonight.”

The minute the door to their suite closed Rowdy pressed close to her, cupping her breasts. His cheek, face and nose nuzzled the buzzed nape eagerly. Quickly he rubbed his hard cock against her soft butt. “If I had to sit there one more minute—”

Rowdy’s hands moved with lightening speed down the front of her dress undoing buttons and then pulled it wide opening, baring her burgeoning breasts. Her nipples were hard and tight already. Almost immediately he was dragging the bottom of her dress upwards, past her hips. His hands slid over the unfashionable, but comfortable full cut panties.

“Let’s use the sofa!”

“We’re not supposed to—”

“We’ll do it doggie style. That’s safe, okay?” Rowdy was pushing her panties down.

She nodded her head and Rowdy had her kneel on the sofa, leaning over the seat back. Her panties were on the floor and he bunched her dress, top and bottom at her waist. His hands kept running over her butt cheeks.

“There’s extra padding here,” Rowdy told her softly, lightly squeezing each fleshy globe. She heard his zipper slide down. “I love the jiggle, honey.” His hands clasped her hips and he thrust inside her. “God, MaryLouise. You feel so good.”

MaryLouise was surprised at his passion. Things had cooled a little the last few months and according to magazines she read, that was normal.

“Ooh!” she gasped as Rowdy grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. He began thrusting into her slowly, bouncing against her ass each time. Suddenly his hands moved to her head and he rubbed his fingers up and down the sides and finally across the top.

“God, yeah!” his rhythm sped up and became erratic. The faster he rubbed her hair, the quicker and shorter his thrusts. She couldn't miss the connection between the two and even as he climaxed, emptying his balls of their cum into her body, she froze.

As soon as Rowdy pulled out, she scooted away and almost ran into the bedroom. Throwing her dress the floor, she went straight into the bathroom and got into the shower. Furiously she washed her hair, angry with Rowdy for getting turned on by it, and confused by her own mixed emotions.

It was bad enough that she finally had gotten used to seeing her reflection in the mirror and not longed to touch her long hair once more. She had also admitted how carefree it was, especially after her daily workouts in the Davis’ exercise room. It had been hard to come to terms with these things, but she had. And now, it was all changed.

She caught the short flattop between her fingers, pulling it upwards. Wet, it felt like more than an inch long. Dry it looked like half an inch. Why did she hate short hair so much? Granted she had to face that so much of her self-image had been tied up in her long hair. She had believed her hair, its length, was her only claim to beauty and womanhood. Sure she’d had it long all her life—

“Barry!” she said out loud.

The shower door opened and Rowdy reached in and turned the water off. MaryLouise looked at him in surprise.

“I wasn’t done yet!”

Rowdy took her arm and tugged her gently, but insistently towards him. Standing on the carpet she held one arm over her breasts while she grabbed for a towel. Again, Rowdy stopped her. He took both her hands and pulled them down.

“I’m curious to know a few things. First why you are in such an all fire hurry to shower after we’ve made love. Second, why are you calling out another man’s name in my bedroom?”

MaryLouise felt ridiculous. Water was dripping everywhere, and she was standing before Rowdy totally naked, which she had successfully avoided since her belly had really begun swelling. “I need to dry off.”

“And the sooner you answer, the sooner I will assist you. Now, the answer to question number one is?” he prodded, one eyebrow lifting.

“You were turned on by this stupid haircut.”

Rowdy flushed.

“Aha! I knew I was right! It was probably your idea all along to cut my hair and keep it short like this. And today…I get scalped again.”

Rowdy shrugged, releasing one hand to reach up and tousle her hair gently. “It wasn’t my idea, but yeah, it turns me on. I love how it feels on you.”

“You would have liked me better with it long!” she shouted a second later and then covered her mouth.

“I saw you with it long, and it was beautiful. I wanted to touch it. But it took a long time to take care of, didn’t it?”

“So what? It was my hair!”

Rowdy nodded. “Yes, it was. Now why the hell did you call out Barry’s name?”

“I didn’t call it out. I was thinking in the shower and I suddenly remembered something. He told me the first time we talked how beautiful my hair was and I should never cut it. I had had my parents tell me that, and girlfriends, but this was the first boy to ever notice anything personal about me. I was not popular like you were. I read all the time, and I liked to study. But once he said that, I started building daydreams, and life dreams. They all featured me, and my long beautiful hair. Then suddenly my world changes and I have no control it seems. I still have no control over my life and I am supposedly a married woman.”

Rowdy turned and grabbed his terry cloth robe off the hanging rack. He quickly wrapped MaryLouise in it, making a show of pulling the lapels across her tummy, and deciding to tie it around her belly, under it and then finally on top. Her swatting hands didn’t deter him and when she turned and walked out, he grabbed a towel to dry her hair.

She sat on the side of the bed and as Rowdy approached, she spoke again. “Maybe you were right and I should have let our parents know that I had learned the jig was up. I feel like I don’t have anyone to talk to about things.”

Rowdy climbed behind her on the bed, lifting his hands, holding the towel. “What am I? You can’t talk to me?”

“Yes, about some things. We didn’t start out normally and begin a friendship, like most people. I don’t know you, Rowdy.”

“Hell, MaryLouise! We’ve been sharing a bed for months and you say you don’t know me! What don’t you know? I get my haircut every three weeks. I shave twice a day so I don’t burn your tender skin.”

MaryLouise flushed in embarrassment. She opened her mouth to point out the differences when Rowdy started speaking again.

“You know how I like my morning coffee. You even know more about my high school hijinks that even my parents know. I used to jog every day, but now we exercise together in the weight room. You bought my underwear, for cripes sake!”

“I know it seems like a lot.”

“MaryLouise, just ask me what else you want to know!” Rowdy started to pace.

“I-uhm, but you don’t know me.” She finally said.

Rowdy stopped and got on the bed, facing her. “So you feel that I don’t you?”

MaryLouise nodded her head. “Yes, you have no idea about the inner me.”

“By that, I assume that if I said that I know you have the tightest, sweetest and hottest pussy possible, you would say that isn’t the ‘inner’ you referred to.”

“Yes, that’s what I mean. That is just sex.” She pointed out carefully.

“Very well. I know you prefer tea for breakfast, and you love the hot, flaky croissants, but feel like you shouldn't eat one every day. You prefer dark chocolate to any other, and will even go without, rather than eat white.”

“That is the easy stuff, food.”

Rowdy nodded, MaryLouise noted his patience. “Okay, your food and sexual preferences are not allowed. What does that leave? You like it when I come in and wash your back with the bath brush.”

MaryLouise nodded because she really did love that.

“In the shower, you like it when I shampoo your hair,” Rowdy continued.

“Because you massage my scalp and your fingers don’t poop out like mine do.”

Rowdy nodded his head. “And when you wash it, I get distracted. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. When you are in the mood, you put perfume on your thighs.”

“Oh!” MaryLouise gasped. “How do you know that?”

Rowdy grinned, tapping the side of his nose. “I just do. Now, serious stuff…I know you had your hopes set on going to college. And I’m sorry that other people’s wants got in your way. But I can’t say that I’m sorry that we’re together.” He moved towards her, and she had to fall back against the pillows. “I’m turned on by this sexy short hair. Your big, round boobs get me hard. When you walk away from me, your ass jiggles and I want to bend you over and have you right there and then.”

“It’s only—”

“Sex! Right? Okay. I like the way you set my clothes out when I’m showering and running late in the morning. There’s also the way you started combining my toast with the eggs, so I could eat on the run.”

“Those are things I do that make your life easier.”

“God MaryLouise! Okay, when I’m really tired and it’s been a bad day at work, you always seem to know. You have me put my head in your lap—”

“What’s left of it!” MaryLouise interrupted.

“And you rub my temples, massage my scalp and even my shoulders. At those times, all my cares melt away and I know what is important. You,” he paused and put his hand on her distended belly. “And the baby. We may not have started out like most people, but we’ve ended up in the same place. A man, a woman, joined together, trying to live with his parents,” Rowdy grimaced. “While they await the birth of their baby. I think that sounds like a lot people.”

MaryLouise was finding it harder to argue. The times when Rowdy put his head on her lap were some of her favorites. Sometimes they would talk about nothing important and others just listen to music. Once in a while, Rowdy would explain what was going on at work. But he liked to leave that behind him, if not in the car on the drive home, then certainly outside the front door.

Rowdy nuzzled the side of her neck while his hand pulled the tie free, parting the edges of the white robe. Instead of touching her breasts, he put his hand on her belly. “Now was there something you wanted to talk to me about? As soon as we’re done talking, I owe you a little something special.”

MaryLouise looked at him and he could see the confusion last for a few seconds. When it cleared, she blushed a bright pink. “The first class is tomorrow. I’m scared about going,” she finally admitted in a soft voice.

“Hmm. Well, you’ll probably one of the smartest people there, going by your SAT scores and grades.”

“Those kinds of things don’t count when it comes to this kind of stuff.” MaryLouise shook her head.

Rowdy shrugged, continuing to rub small circles on her tummy. “We have the doctor appointment at four, and then class is at seven. There are two hours to waste in between times. What do you want to do? I can make us dinner arrangements, if you like. Or we could eat after.”

“I might be too nervous to eat,” MaryLouise pointed out.

“I can make reservations somewhere nice for after class. It could be a little celebration dinner in that we made it through the first class.” Rowdy slipped his hand down, between MaryLouise’s thighs.

“What if I’m hungry beforehand? I can’t go three hours, plus, because of the class, without eating something.” She protested a moment later.

Rowdy eased his fingers between her wet pussy lips, finding her clit. He didn’t have to say anything, and MaryLouise was easing down in the bed, spreading her legs to ease his movements. This was another thing he knew about her, Rowdy thought with a smile. She loved having her pussy played with, even if he she didn’t climax. The other thing MaryLouise enjoyed was letting him tease and toy with her breasts.

He’d discovered that when they were lying on the sofa watching a movie with his parents in the family room downstairs. His mother had provided them with a blanket. He had stretched out, half-sitting, and arranged MaryLouise in front of him, between his thighs. With the blanket pulled up, and the lights turned down, he had slid his hands down. She’d had on a white, waist-length blouse and a skirt. Her belly was starting to show and he pulled the top up. His hands covered her full breasts, squeezing them lightly. “Shh,” he reminded her softly.

The whole time, nearly two hours, he had caressed and fondled her firm, sensitive breasts. Not once had she made a sound, but he nearly had when it was time to get up and his cock was so hard he could hardly move. He had used the blanket to drape over her shoulders, and then he had walked very close behind her until they were out of sight of his parents.

“I know if you make reservations for after, I’ll be starving before hand!”

Rowdy laughed softly. There was no way this could end well. “I’m making two sets of reservations. Snack or dinner, either time, depending on how you feel.”

*****

Rowdy arrived home with thirty minutes to shower and change clothes before they had to leave to get to the doctor appointment on time. By the front door, he saw there were a pillow and a mat, which they had been told to bring for the class tonight. Upstairs, he called out for MaryLouise, but there was no answer. Perhaps she was downstairs, sitting with his mother. In the bedroom, he saw clothes had been set out and he smiled.

Twenty minutes later, Rowdy came down the stairs, checking his watch. Perfect timing, he congratulated himself silently as he walked into the living room. Abruptly he stopped as he saw MaryLouise was seated on the sofa, with her mother next to her and his mother seated in a chair opposite. On the surface, things looked normal. MaryLouise looked nice, dressed quietly, with a cardigan around her shoulders. Her hair was sticking straight up and it reminded him of last night.

“Good evening, ladies.” He extended his hands towards MaryLouise, hoping she’d just stand up and come towards him. Then he saw her mother’s hand come over and rest on her MaryLouise’s leg. “Is something wrong?”

His mother shook her head, standing. “Not at all, dear. We’re all ready to go.” Helen picked up her purse, as did Jeanine.

Jeanine stood, pulling MaryLouise up beside her now.

Rowdy looked from his mother, to his mother-in-law, and lastly to the sad face of his wife. When he’d left for work this morning, she’d been really looking forward to this. He thought he’d try a different tack, and not assume the worse. “So we are giving you two ladies a lift somewhere?”

Helen walked over and curved her hand through his arm. “No dear. Jeanine and I are coming with you. We think it was so clever of you to make two sets of reservations.”

Rowdy stopped immediately. “You are not coming with us.”

Jeanine shook her head. “We’ve discussed it, Rowdy, and Helen and I feel that since MaryLouise is so young, she will benefit the most from having the two of us there.”

Rowdy looked and saw his mother was nodding her head. He noticed that Jeanine had not said “as well as you.” He was going to give them the benefit of the doubt. “You both want to join us for the class?”

Helen smiled. “Yes, dear. And we’ll be going in for the doctor’s appointment as well. It is really the best way to handle this.”

Rowdy suddenly understood many of the strained expressions he’d often seen on his father’s face over the years. But he was putting his foot down. He looked at MaryLouise and she looked miserable, even though her face appeared placed. “No, neither of you are coming with us, to either place. I know you care, but there comes a point,” he held his hand towards to MaryLouise and she pulled free of her mother’s grip and came over to him. “When two people stand on their own two feet. We are the parents and it is up to us to learn everything we can. If MaryLouise decides after tonight she’d rather have one of you coach her, we can rearrange things then. Until then, only MaryLouise and I are going out.”

He turned, wrapping his arm around MaryLouise’s shoulders and steered them both outside, grabbing the pillow and mat as he went by. He held the door of the sedan open for her. When he saw her surprised look, he smiled. “I borrowed it from dad. I figured you’d be more comfortable in this car.”

“Thank you, Rowdy.”

Once they were on the road, Rowdy turned to smile at his wife. “You look very pretty today.”

“Thank you. I came downstairs to wait and they were both there. I was pretty surprised. I didn’t think they’d want to do this.”

Rowdy laughed. “It was inevitable. Your mother was never ready to let you go in the first place. Having you living under her roof has given my mother the perfect daughter she never had. She’s more than happy to be your mother and help you out with everything.”

Neither said much after that. Once they arrived at the doctor’s office, Rowdy immediately noticed how quiet, withdrawn and pale MaryLouise became. He wasn’t the only man in the waiting room, he was glad to see. There were several pregnant women, all with different sized bellies. Several people carried on quiet conversations. He saw that MaryLouise had her hands clenched on top of her tummy and he covered them with one of his.

“Relax, sweetheart.” Rowdy whispered to MaryLouise, and he felt her take a deep, unsteady breath. It wasn’t her first appointment so he wondered what she was so worried about.

“MaryLouiseDavis!”

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