by Piper Rayne
She sits up and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her chest into me. I slide mine around her waist and pull her closer. “Fuck me, Jesse,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Here?”
“Bed.”
Sliding my hands down to her ass, I slip them under her and lift. She wraps her legs around my waist. Turning around, I make my way down the hallway to her room. Placing her on her feet at the end of the bed, we stand here and make out like teenagers at the drive-in on a Saturday night. She slides her hands down my chest and lifts my shirt over my head. Then rakes her nails down my chest. Dropping to her knees, she makes quick work of removing my jeans and briefs in one swift movement, leaving me naked before her. She licks her lip and bites it. “I fucking love it when you bite your lip like that.”
“What, this?” she says and she does it again.
“Yes, that,” I say, my eyes locked on hers.
She lifts her hands and cradles my balls in her palm. “I think I owe these guys an apology.”
“Apologize away.”
She continues to fondle my balls then all of a sudden, she opens her mouth and sucks them into her mouth. “Fuuuuck.” I groan, running my fingers through her hair. Closing my eyes, I give myself over to the sensation of her sucking them. I’ve never had my balls sucked before and I can easily say, it’s the best sensation ever. That is until she licks up my shaft, circles her tongue over the tip, dipping it into the slit before she takes me into her mouth. She slides it in and out while massaging my balls. This is the best ‘sorry for hitting you in the nuts’ blowjob in the history of ‘I’m sorry for hitting you in the nuts’ blowjobs.
Reese puckers her cheeks and takes me all the way to the back of her throat. “I’m coming,” I groan, as I erupt like a geyser. I don't think I’ve ever come that hard from a BJ. She swallows every last drop, as my cock pops out of her mouth and she wipes at the corner of her lips. Standing up, she stares at me, resting her hands on my hips and winks at me.
“My turn,” I growl. I throw her back onto the bed, grab her ankles, and pull her to the edge of the mattress. She squeals and the sound has my cock twitching to life again. Dropping to my knees, I grab her ankle and lick up her leg. “You smell like heaven.” With my eyes locked on hers, I lower my head and lick her though the satin of her panties.
“Are you overly attached to these?” She shakes her head. “Good.” Grabbing the material in my fingers, I tear them off her body, baring her to me. Licking my lips, I lower my head and lick her from taint to clit.
“Shit,” she mewls, as she grabs my head the pushes me farther into her. Clearly she likes what I’m doing so I continue to lick and devour her. Never has anything tasted sweeter than Reese-fucking-Turner’s pussy. I slip a finger in and she clenches down on my digit, moaning as I slide it in and out of her. Slipping in another finger, her moans increase. Her body writhing in pleasure beneath me. “I’m...I’m coming.” she shouts, as her orgasm rips through her. Her body stiffens as I continue to pump my fingers in and out, milking everything I can from her.
When her body goes limp, I withdraw my fingers. Bringing them to my lips, I suck her juices and moan. She lifts her head and stares at me. I beckon her toward me with my finger. She shakes her head and motions me to her. Crawling up her body, I cocoon her underneath me and stare down at her. “You look even more gorgeous after you’ve come.”
“You say the sweetest things. Now kiss me, Jesse.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Lowering my head, I press my lips to her. She slides her hands into my hair and scratches her nails over my scalp. I moan into the kiss and my cock is once again rock-hard, pressing into her thigh. She circles her hips, hinting at wanting more. Breaking the kiss, I whisper, “Condom?”
She shimmies up the bed and reaches into her top drawer, where she pulls out a foil packet and hands it to me. Sitting up, I sheath my dick and line it up at her entrance. Staring down at her, I slide into her, her walls hugging my cock snugly. Pistoning my hips, I slide in and out of her. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I thrust in deeper. Reese lifts her hands and slides them under her cami, massaging her tits. “Take it off,” I growl as I pick up my pace. She removes her top, her breasts spilling free. They are gorgeous, just like the rest of her.
Dropping her leg, I lower myself down and take a nipple into my mouth. Gently nipping and sucking the tip. “Jesse,” she moans, as I continue to suck her tit and slide my dick in and out. I’m close to coming again but being a gentleman, I refuse to come until she has. I pinch her nipple and she screams my name as she orgasms. She clenches down on me and I come too. I explode into the condom, my body shuddering at the force behind my climax. Sex with Reese is so much better than I ever could have imagined.
Collapsing to the mattress beside her, I pull her into my side and kiss her temple. We lie here in each other’s arms, panting. Our breaths even out. Reese gently runs her fingertip over my chest. Rolling to her side, she rests her head in her palm and stares at me. “I thought you were making me lunch?”
“I thought we just ate each other?”
Her cheeks darken in embarrassment at my words. “I meant food.”
“Well, I guess I better feed my Short Stack.”
“How about we reheat it together, Jackass?”
“I’d like that.”
17
Reese
…three weeks later
The last three weeks with Jesse has been amazing. Time is flying by but I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Jesse and I spend most evenings together and it ends with us making love before falling asleep, but nothing will match that first day we got together. We haven’t had as much sex as we did since that day, but my vagina is okay with that. After lunch that day, we spent the rest of the afternoon and evening naked in bed, ravishing each other. When we ran out of condoms we went with the ‘pull out’ method. I think he broke my vagina that day, I was surprised I wasn’t waddling at school the next day, but I’m not complaining one bit. Sex with Jesse is off the charts hot.
He and I are in a happy place, still in the honeymoon phase, but it’s natural and I love spending time with him, in and out of the bedroom. He’s my Jackass and I’m his Short Stack. I actually don’t mind him calling me that now because I know it’s laced with affection and not malice. It seems he teased me because he liked me, not because he’s an asshole. Oops, my bad.
Tomorrow is the Christmas fair and the judging of the Christmas baking competition. I told Jesse tonight I’m meeting Drew for drinks at BB’s, and then I need the rest of the evening to myself so I can make my ‘winning’ rum balls—and I promised not to drink the ingredients this time. To be honest, the thought of rum still makes my stomach roll, but I’m determined to win this. I refuse to let Jesse Thornton and his snickerdoodles take the crown from me this time round. It’s game on.
After school, I head home and change into jeans and a slouchy sweater. The temperature has dropped in the last few days. Winter is definitely here but I don't mind ‘cause I can rock my boots, scarves, and hats.
Walking into BB’s, I spot Drew in a booth and head over to her. “You’re glowing,” I tell her as I climb into the booth across from her. I smile when I notice that my uber awesome bestie has a glass of white wine waiting for me. “You are a godsend,” I praise her, as I pick up my glass and take a sip. The crisp white hitting my taste buds causes me to moan.
“Would you like me to leave you alone with your wine?”
“Hardy har har, Drew.”
She picks up her glass and I notice she isn’t drinking wine. “No wine tonight? Let me guess, vodka, lime, and soda.”
“That’s correct…but sans vodka.”
“Are you sick?” Then it hits me. “Oh my God,” I squeal, “are you?”
She smiles and nods her head. “Yep, Rusty and I are pregnant.” Again I squeal in excitement, I climb out of the booth and scooch in next to her. Wrapping my arms around her for a hug.
“I am
sooooo happy for you guys. If anyone deserves to be parents, it's you two.”
Her eyes well with tears. “Reese, I’m so scared and happy at the same time. I’m emotional and cry at everything. Hell, I cried watching the news the other night when they rescued that donkey from the storm drain.”
A laugh escapes me and she hits me in the arm. “Ouch,” I cry out.
“Don’t anger a pregnant lady.”
“Are you seriously playing the pregnant card right now?”
“Yep, and I will do so until I give birth.”
Leaning across the table, I grab my wine and take another sip. “I can’t believe you and Rusty are going to be parents.”
“I know, he’s totally freaking out. It's really cute. He’s going to be the best dad.” She starts to cry again. “Fucking hormones.”
“I don't think pregnant ladies are meant to swear.”
“Fuck that. I’ll swear if I want to, but I promise not to once Peabody comes.”
“Peabody?” I question.
“Saying ‘it’ felt impersonal so we named it Peabody.”
“Fair enough.” I reach over and squeeze her hands, “I’m,” my eyes well with tears too, “I’m just—”
“Emotional and pregnant like me?”
“Very funny,” I sass in reply but her words halt me, I can’t remember the last time I got my period. Shit, am I pregnant too?
Drew and I chat and she eats her weight in chicken wings. I’m so lost in my head over the fact I might be pregnant, I miss everything we chat about. Drew and I say our goodbyes and agree to meet up tomorrow at the Christmas fair.
After leaving BB’s, I stop via the pharmacy and pick up a pregnancy test. I head home and throw everything on the counter. Not wanting to deal with that, I head into the kitchen and start to do what I do best, bake. I whip up chocolate brownies and my rum balls. And if I do say so, these are the best rum balls I’ve ever made. Since I’m procrastinating, I decorate them four different ways; coconut, chocolate sprinkles, crushed hazelnuts, and chocolate coated with holly or little red bows, all handmade from fondant.
It’s 3:00 a.m. by time I’m finished bakrastinating: procrastinating by baking. Once the kitchen is sparkly clean, I turn around and eye the brown paper bag that has been taunting me for the last seven hours. Taking a deep breath, I grab the offending bag and walk into my bathroom.
Opening the box I read the instructions from start to finish, once again, taking my time. “Suck it up, Bitch,” I berate myself. Pulling my pants down, I sit on the toilet but I can’t pee. Leaning over, I turn the tap on and a few minutes later, I pee. But from my nerves, I manage to NOT pee on the stick. Fuck my life. Kicking my pants off, I remove my shirt and bra and grab my nightie and slip it over my head.
I head into the kitchen and down three glasses of water. Walking back into my room, I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at the floor. The urge to pee hits so I head back into the bathroom and this time, I manage to pee on the stick.
Placing it on the vanity, I pull up my panties and when I look at the stick, I immediately see two pink lines waving their sparkly jazz hands at me. “Shit, I’m pregnant.”
18
Jesse
It’s almost time to head to the Christmas fair and I haven’t heard from Reese all day, which is very unusual since we hooked up. I decide to call her but it goes to voicemail so I send her a text.
JESSE: Do you want me to pick you up tonight?
Staring at my phone, I wait for a reply but I get nothing back straight away. I’m concerned but then again, Reese is baking to win the title tonight. I look over at my snickerdoodles and smile, they aren’t my best but they are still delicious.
Looking at the time, I realize I need to haul ass, otherwise I’ll be late. Quickly I grab a shower and dress in jeans and an olive green Henley. My phone beeps; I hope it’s from Reese. Picking up my phone, I smile when I see it’s from her but deflate when I see her reply.
REESE: Sure
One word, that’s all I get. Something is up, I feel it in my bones but I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.
JESSE: Great. Pick you up at 5 p.m.
Again, she replies with one word.
REESE: Okay
My spidey senses are on high alert now, something’s up. I don’t have time to think too much because it’s time to leave. Grabbing my snickerdoodles, I head over to Reese’s house. When I get there she’s out front but she doesn’t look happy, actually her face is void of any emotion.
“Hey, Jackass,” she says, as she climbs into my Jeep, leaning over she kisses my cheek. She smiles but it feels forced, something is up. Maybe she’s nervous about the baking contest?
“Hey, Short Stack. You look stunning today.” She’s wearing knee-high boots, tights, and a sweater dress that accentuates each and every curve on her delectable body.
“Thanks,” she says, again giving me a one word answer.
“Everything okay?” She nods but doesn’t say anything else. “You sure?”
She turns to look at me. “I’m sure. Just nervous.”
“Worried my doodles will kick your balls?”
“Please, my balls will kick your doodles’ ass.” For the first time since I picked her up, she smiles and it reaches her eyes. “Let’s go so I can officially kick your doodles.”
“Moving on from my balls to my doodle, are we?”
“Yep,” she cheekily replies with a wink and just like that, my girl is back, but there’s a niggling feeling that something is still up.
She reaches over and cups my cheek in her palm, it looks like she wants to say something but her cell beeps. She pulls away and grabs her phone. “It’s Drew, she and Rusty have a table over near the funnel cake stand.”
“That’s an odd spot, I thought Drew would be by the bar boozing it up on rum punch.”
“For the next nine months she won’t be.” Reese’s eye bug wide open and she covers her mouth. “Forget what I just said.”
“They’re pregnant?”
“Nooooo,” she draws it out and I eye her, “Okay, yes they are but you can’t say anything.”
Miming zipping my lips, I grab the fake key and slip my hand between her breasts, pocketing said key. She smacks my hand away, “Feind.”
“Have you seen your boobs today? They’re on point.”
She looks down at her chest and then back up at me, worry mars her pretty face. “You’re such a boob man.”
“Only for yours, baby.”
“Just drive, Jackass.”
Pulling away from the curb, I make my way to the fair. Parking the Jeep, we each grab our baked goods and we head over to where the baking competition is held. We each sign in, drop off our entries, and then head over to meet up with Drew and Rusty. Drew is devouring a funnel cake with gusto.
Later that evening, Mrs. Stefanie Arnold, the Christmas bake-off coordinator announces, “And the winner of the annual Christmas bake fair is Reese Turner with her decadent rum balls,” Then she adds, “The ones decked in nuts sealed the deal/win for me.”
Drew, Rusty, and I all cheer for Reese as she walks toward Mrs. Arnold to claim her ribbon. She poses for the obligatory photos and she’s glowing, smiling with glee. She eventually makes her way back over to our table. Drew is now eating a hotdog smothered in chili and mustard. “That’s disgusting, babe,” Rusty says to his wife, but she ignores him and hones in on her gross hotdog.
Reese’s face turns green and before anyone can say anything, she races off. Looking to Drew and Rusty, they both shrug. Standing up, I follow Reese and find her throwing up. “You okay, Short Stack?” I ask, gently rubbing her back.
She lifts her head up, tears are pouring down her cheeks. “Reese, babe, what’s the matter?”
She stares at me and through her tears mumbles, “I’m pregnant.”
“Come again?” I say, not quite sure I heard her correctly.
“I’m pregnant, Jesse. Clearly you’re a shitty bus driver
because you didn’t pull out to avoid children.”
“I thought you’re on the pill?”
“I am but clearly this falls into the point-zero-one-percent category.”
Silently I stare at her, processing her words. A smile graces my face at the news and joy fills my heart, my reaction takes us both by surprise. “You’re okay with this?” she hesitantly asks me.
“Yeah, I am.” I pause. “Are you?”
“I’m shocked. Scared. A little excited.” She sighs and looks up at me. “To be honest, I was scared to tell you.”
“Why?”
“Well, you can be a jackass—”
“I’m your Jackass and your my Short Stack.”
“Not what I meant but yes, you’re my Jackass and I’m your Short Stack. Are you really okay with this?”
“Reese, I really am okay with this.” Sliding my arm around her waist, I pull her to me and press my lips to hers but she pushes me away.
“Eeew, I have vomit mouth.”
“I don’t care. I want to kiss my baby momma and the woman I love.”
Her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. “You love me? You can’t, it’s too soon.”
“I can and I do. Reese, I love you with all my heart.”