had very little competition tonight. She had not stopped dancing since she walked in the door an hour ago. And she’d already drunk so much beer that her contractions didn’t seem to hurt nearly as much now.
Six of the boys at the party had had sex with Ruby, each one at least twice. And one was the father of the baby that she was going to give birth to in less than an hour.
While Ruby was in the kitchen smacking on some barbequed ribs, her water broke. It saturated her panties and dripped a small puddle on the floor. Though she knew what was happening, it still startled her. She was glad that nobody else had come into the kitchen with her. She would have dropped dead on the spot if one of her friends had witnessed the gruesome mess she’d just made on the floor. And since nobody did, it was nothing for her to be concerned about. Clumsy partygoers had already spilled beer, soda pop, and other liquids in several other spots on the floor. Ruby didn’t think anybody would notice the mess she’d just made.
She was not going to let even this incident interfere with her fun. She ducked into the broom closet facing the stove and removed her wet panties. Then she snatched a dust cloth off the shelf and wiped herself off. She wrung out as much of the water as she could from her panties before she put them back on. Then she stuffed part of a wadded up brown paper bag from the supermarket between her thighs, lining the crotch of her cotton panties from side to side. When she left the closet, she took a few vigorous steps around the kitchen table to make sure the makeshift diaper was secure. She didn’t want it to slide out and end up on the floor, too. Once she was satisfied, she returned to the living room so she could dance some more.
“You sure enough actin’ strange all of a sudden,” Ike said.
Please, Lord, let Ike be the daddy of my baby , she thought to herself. She blinked at him as he stared at her out of the corner of his eye. “You actin’ real strange right now,” Ike accused. “You was dancin’ all right a little while ago. Now all you doin’ is stumblin’ like you blind, and steppin’ on my toes and shit. And don’t tell me that it’s because of the beer. You drink beer every time you come over here, and it ain’t never made you this clumsy. So what’s wrong with you, girl?”
“Huh? Um . . . what . . . what do you mean?” Ruby asked slowly and with a pout, hoping that it would gain her some sympathy and end the nosy questions.
“You all jumpy and stuff, too. You got gas or what?” Ike had his arms around Ruby’s waist. Before she could stop him, he thumped her stomach with his fingers, like he was inspecting a melon. “And another thing, your belly is as hard as a rock. What do—” He stopped talking and froze, shaking his hand like he’d just burned his fingers. “Girl, your stomach just moved!” With a pinched look on his face, he put his arms back around Ruby’s waist.
Ruby let out a loud breath and removed Ike’s arms from around her. “Oh, it’s been doin’ that a lot today. Gas.” She gave him a playful pat on his shoulder. “And stop talkin’ so loud. I don’t want everybody to know about that. A problem with gas at a party is so . . . unsociable ,” she whispered. “Especially when it’s a girl with the gas problem.”
“You want to sit down before you cut loose and stink up the place?” Ike asked, rubbing his nose. “I ain’t smelled nothin’ yet but . . .”
“Oh, I’m fine.” Ruby dismissed that thought with a giggle and kept dancing.
“Do you mean to tell me that gas is makin’ your stomach move? You must have some bazooka farts tryin’ to get out, if gas can make your stomach move like that. It felt like somethin’ was kickin’ in there, girl,” Ike said in a low, guarded tone of voice. He scratched his head and then he attempted to feel Ruby’s stomach again. She moved away in time. He cocked his head to the side and gave her a suspicious
Six of the boys at the party had had sex with Ruby, each one at least twice. And one was the father of the baby that she was going to give birth to in less than an hour.
While Ruby was in the kitchen smacking on some barbequed ribs, her water broke. It saturated her panties and dripped a small puddle on the floor. Though she knew what was happening, it still startled her. She was glad that nobody else had come into the kitchen with her. She would have dropped dead on the spot if one of her friends had witnessed the gruesome mess she’d just made on the floor. And since nobody did, it was nothing for her to be concerned about. Clumsy partygoers had already spilled beer, soda pop, and other liquids in several other spots on the floor. Ruby didn’t think anybody would notice the mess she’d just made.
She was not going to let even this incident interfere with her fun. She ducked into the broom closet facing the stove and removed her wet panties. Then she snatched a dust cloth off the shelf and wiped herself off. She wrung out as much of the water as she could from her panties before she put them back on. Then she stuffed part of a wadded up brown paper bag from the supermarket between her thighs, lining the crotch of her cotton panties from side to side. When she left the closet, she took a few vigorous steps around the kitchen table to make sure the makeshift diaper was secure. She didn’t want it to slide out and end up on the floor, too. Once she was satisfied, she returned to the living room so she could dance some more.
“You sure enough actin’ strange all of a sudden,” Ike said.
Please, Lord, let Ike be the daddy of my baby , she thought to herself. She blinked at him as he stared at her out of the corner of his eye. “You actin’ real strange right now,” Ike accused. “You was dancin’ all right a little while ago. Now all you doin’ is stumblin’ like you blind, and steppin’ on my toes and shit. And don’t tell me that it’s because of the beer. You drink beer every time you come over here, and it ain’t never made you this clumsy. So what’s wrong with you, girl?”
“Huh? Um . . . what . . . what do you mean?” Ruby asked slowly and with a pout, hoping that it would gain her some sympathy and end the nosy questions.
“You all jumpy and stuff, too. You got gas or what?” Ike had his arms around Ruby’s waist. Before she could stop him, he thumped her stomach with his fingers, like he was inspecting a melon. “And another thing, your belly is as hard as a rock. What do—” He stopped talking and froze, shaking his hand like he’d just burned his fingers. “Girl, your stomach just moved!” With a pinched look on his face, he put his arms back around Ruby’s waist.
Ruby let out a loud breath and removed Ike’s arms from around her. “Oh, it’s been doin’ that a lot today. Gas.” She gave him a playful pat on his shoulder. “And stop talkin’ so loud. I don’t want everybody to know about that. A problem with gas at a party is so . . . unsociable ,” she whispered. “Especially when it’s a girl with the gas problem.”
“You want to sit down before you cut loose and stink up the place?” Ike asked, rubbing his nose. “I ain’t smelled nothin’ yet but . . .”
“Oh, I’m fine.” Ruby dismissed that thought with a giggle and kept dancing.
“Do you mean to tell me that gas is makin’ your stomach move? You must have some bazooka farts tryin’ to get out, if gas can make your stomach move like that. It felt like somethin’ was kickin’ in there, girl,” Ike said in a low, guarded tone of voice. He scratched his head and then he attempted to feel Ruby’s stomach again. She moved away in time. He cocked his head to the side and gave her a suspicious
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