Window Belly
Window Belly by Paul Gazer I stood at my bedroom window, stunned by the sight of a naked, pregnant girl, framed in the neighbor’s window 20 feet away. Way back then, when I was 17, you never saw a naked woman, let alone a pregnant woman, for chrissake; but there she was, standing just quietly with her hands on her hips and her big gut pushed forward. After a few frozen moments, she smiled at me, then slowly reached a hand up, making her breasts lift and swing, and pulled down the blind as deliberately as a theater curtain. Show over. It was only then that I realized that I was bare too and my bedroom lights were plenty bright enough to show my instant, instinctive boner. I’d been undressing for bed when I caught …