Just over three weeks later, Jennifer called and was so excited as her pregnancy test came back positive. The four of us had dinner, got together to c...lebrate, but we didn’t have sex as we didn’t want to do anything that could harm Jennifer’s pregnancy. We kept getting together once or twice a month and Jennifer was happy to show us the changes to her naked body. I could tell that it always turned Sean on seeing her naked, even with her big pregnant belly as he would jump me the second we got. Perhaps it was a mistake going to the Christmas party, because what I saw and heard there last night just made me want to give in to my boyfriend right away.So much so that I have telephoned him this morning - I couldn't help it. I hope he doesn't think I'm a cheap girl, offering up my puki to him. But I really want to see him again and let him lead me gently towards having sex with him. Even if I'm still nervous of letting go, I seem to be led onwards all the time. I just don't seem to be in. Those were always interesting days when her mom would start chewing her or her brothers out in French when she was really pissed off. It was more funny when her mother chewed out her brothers because sometimes her brothers were trying to remember some of the translations. “Ok. So do I choose the clothes I will be wearing for this shindig or has everything been taken care of?” Matt raised his eyebrow at her for a moment. “Everything has been taken care of. They have chosen all the clothes you. One hundred and twenty proof peppered vodka from Kiev.I broke the sealing wax from around the neck, pulled the cork using the corkscrew that dangled from a hook on the end of the long series of racks, sat down on the cellar's parquet tiled floor and took a deep swig of the spicy, fiery dark alcohol.What the hell was I trying to prove? More importantly, who was I trying to prove it to?The only answer that made any sense was that I was trying to prove it to myself. Okay then, what?That I could.