by Lane Hart
“No shit,” Caroline replies on an exhale. “That’s why I’m not going back to school…”
“You dropped out of school?” I exclaim.
“It wasn’t just because of this,” she says when she lets go of my dick to rub her palm over her swollen abdomen. “I’m going back next fall, after I have the baby.” She then lifts her hips to push her sweatpants and panties down her legs and pulls them and her shoes off, leaving her lying underneath me in nothing but her bra. Her tits are like at least three times bigger than they were the last time we were together, the night I didn’t use a condom. And now Caroline has to deal with having a baby and missing a semester of school. Not to mention how pissed her parents must be. Oh shit. I’m surprised her dad hasn’t come over to shoot me yet.
“I should’ve used a condom,” I tell her.
“And I should’ve insisted that you wear one,” she says as she slaps her hands over her face. “But we were both out of our minds and it felt good, so I caved and stupidly believed you when you said you would stop before…”
“I thought I did,” I tell her while gripping her hip and staring at her bump that I really want to touch but I don’t know if I should or not. Instead, I just let my thumb stretch over and brush over the bottom of it gently. “I swear, Caroline, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I never would’ve done this to you on purpose. I was a virgin…”
“You were what?” she asks.
“A, um, a virgin. That night.”
“No!”
“Yes,” I respond. “When we talked a few years ago when you were upset, I saw how awful you felt about not waiting, so I waited…”
“I was your first?” she asks, eyes softening.
“Yes.”
“You got me pregnant the night you lost your virginity?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That is just so…wow. I don’t know what to say.”
“It wasn’t on purpose,” I assure her.
“I know,” she says on a sigh. “I didn’t think you would do that. You may be an asshole, but you’re not evil.”
“The day you told me you hated me, is that when you found out?”
“Yeah, it is,” she answers, throwing her arms above her head on the sofa arm. “I was angry at myself too and didn’t know what I was going to do.”
“That’s when you started thinking about adoption?”
“It seemed like the best option. We made a mistake — mine out of stupidity and yours out of ...who knows. We’re not together and don’t love each other, so I don’t think it would be fair to the baby if I kept it. My mom…she hasn’t stopped crying since I told her and my dad.”
“I’m sorry,” I say again sincerely.
“Whatever,” she huffs as she swipes the tears from underneath her eyes and then stares down between our bodies. “And great, now we’ve lost your boner.”
“What? No way,” I say as I glance down and find my dick looking dejected. A single teardrop is left behind on the slit, a reminder of what could have been a really good time. “Fuck,” I grumble and cover the long but pathetic excuse for a cock with my palm.
“Guess you’ll have to figure out another way to fuck me,” Caroline says, not sounding all that disappointed. In fact, she did tell me to eat her this morning.
“Right, yeah,” I agree as I slide backward so that I’m kneeling between her legs that she opens a little wider for me, not the least bit self-conscious. Not that she should be. She’s fucking gorgeous, and she’s waiting for me to make her feel good.
Grasping either of her thighs, I lean down and place my lips on her pelvis, right underneath her bump before moving lower. Fuck, I love her sweet, peach scent. I want to lick every inch of her body until my tongue only tastes like her and whatever lotion or bodywash she uses. If I ever find out, I may guzzle that shit down like a Slurpee.
When I get to Caroline’s smooth mound, I pause and lift my head to tell her, “I’m not sure…I haven’t ever done this before…”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Caroline groans to the ceiling. “God, you guys are all the same, so selfish.”
“Sorry,” I respond since it’s true. Girls have given me more blowjobs than I can count, and I’ve never gone down on any of them. It’s not like they ever asked for it. Most of the time it was just a quick surprise where we’re making out at a party and then they’re on their knees.
“Just lick my clit and put a finger inside of me. That’s really all there is to it. If you’re doing it right, you’ll definitely know.”
“Oh. Okay,” I agree as I lower my face and then run the tip of my tongue down her slit and back up again. Caroline moans and squirms, which I take to be a good sign. I repeat the same move a few more times, getting the same results before I use my thumbs on either side of her lips to hold her open and tongue her clit.
“Oh god!” she cries out as her hips buck and her fingers weave through and tighten on locks of my hair. At first, I think she’s trying to pull my head away from her body, but then I quickly realize she’s urging me closer, wanting more. So I give it to her.
How many orgasms will it take before she forgives me? A hundred? A million? Either way, I’m game.
Chapter 21
Caroline
It’s wrong of me to use Blake’s guilt in order to get much-needed relief, but his swirling tongue on my clitoris feels too good to care at the moment.
I’m not sure if he’s purposely flicking his fingertips against my entrance in the same rhythm as his licks or not, but it’s totally working.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” I throw my head back and scream as the liquid warmth in my lower belly starts to build the closer I get to falling over the edge of ecstasy. “Ohhhh!” I moan. And like being pulled by strings, my upper body jerks off the sofa when my back arches and then the waves of pleasure come crashing down on me, lighting me up from the tips of my curled toes to the top of my tingling scalp. That wonderful feeling that usually only lasts a few quick seconds seems to go on and on forever until I finally collapse back on the sofa, feeling light enough to float away.
“I’m, ah, hard again,” Blake says, sounding like he’s miles away. When I blink my eyes open, though, he’s hovering above me, one hand braced on the arm of the sofa above my head while the other is tugging on his cock that is back to its long, thick and very hard length between my legs. “You want it?” he asks having apparently noticed my attention to his shaft. He rubs his fat head over my lower lips, causing me to shiver when he hits my still sensitive clit.
“Yes,” I tell him as I scoot my hips toward him to try and get him to shove his way inside.
“Say it,” he orders.
I could refuse to say the words and he would still fuck me, but it seems like a small price to pay to make him take me sooner rather than later. So, I look him right in his blue eyes when I say, “I want your big dick inside of me.”
I swear his muscular chest shudders hearing that, but then he’s feeding his cock into me and I’m the one trembling from how he’s taking up every available inch of space and stealing my breath.
“Oh, that feels…really good,” I tell him as I grab onto his upper back. I press my knees into his sides and lift my hips to try and take him just a little bit deeper.
“Oh, fuck. Give me…give me a second,” he whispers. When Blake doesn’t move, I have to, rolling my lower body and fucking myself on his rigid shaft. I keep up the moves until a second orgasm gathers and quakes through me. Only then does Blake finally start to thrust into me without any control, just urgent, jerky pumps of his cock until he swells even bigger in my still clenching pussy. His warm release erupts inside of me in a series of pulsing gushes, coating my already slick walls and nearly making me come yet again.
I’ve never had a man finish inside of me like this, and there’s something…right about it that turns me on. I think Blake must like it too because his mouth crashes down on mine and then we’re tongue fucking each other in the dirtiest, h
ottest kiss of my life while he’s still buried inside of me.
“Goddamn that felt good,” Blake says between the meeting of our lips.
“If I wasn’t already pregnant…I’m pretty sure that time would’ve done the trick,” I tell him.
Well, that comment ruined the mood. Blake sits back, and then he’s pulling his dick out of me. With it comes a flood of our combined fluids. “That’s gonna leave a stain,” I remark.
“Worth it,” he responds with a smile before he climbs off the sofa and grabs his shorts to pull them on. “So, um…” he starts as he stands in the middle of the living room, scratching his head. I know exactly what he’s going to say.
“Yeah, that was fun, and I should probably get going.” I sit up and start pulling on my clothes.
“Oh. Yeah,” Blake replies. “Do you, ah, think you might want to do that again sometime?”
“Sure,” I agree since having him get me off is better than trying to do it myself. And it’ll get me out of our house, which is so weird and depressing right now.
“Okay. When?” he asks.
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is good for me,” Blake says. “I can text you when I get home from school, and then you can come over.”
“That’ll work,” I agree. “Guess I’ll see you then.”
Chapter 22
Blake
The next week flies by, which is no surprise.
Every morning I go to school, come home, fuck Caroline so good in my bed that we’ve had to start putting towels down. She immediately leaves afterward, and then I get some of the best sleep of my life.
I’ve stopped stressing about my dad, even though he only comes home late several nights a week and I barely see him.
Screw him. And screw my mom.
I’d rather spend my free time thinking about Caroline than worrying about the shit with them that I can’t fix.
And I don’t even feel the least bit guilty about hooking up with Aric’s sister behind his back. He doesn’t need to know, and he sure as hell won’t find out from me. I haven’t even told Royal because I don’t want anyone slipping up and telling Aric, because being with Caroline is one of the few good things I still have in my life. My family is fucked. A lifelong friendship is ruined beyond repair. Football is over for me since not a single team has sent me a recruitment letter. And yeah, shit with Caroline isn’t perfect with everything she’s going through, but both of us are enjoying our temporary escapes from the bleakness that is our current reality.
So, on the next Friday when I text Caroline to tell her to come over, it catches me completely off-guard when she says she can’t because she’s going to talk to the adoption agency.
Fuck.
It’s been easy to forget she’s even pregnant when she’s riding me or I’m fucking her from behind, which is our two preferred positions. I’m too busy watching her tits bounce when she’s on top, and from behind I get a nice long look at her incredible ass as my dick slips in and out of her.
So yeah, that reminder of the baby and the adoption is jarring.
Still, I snap myself out of my head and quickly text her back, intending to keep my word about going with her.
She shouldn’t have to do all of this shit alone when I’m just as responsible.
And while I’m still not sure I’m completely on board with adoption, I guess it’s the best option for our situation. I would never expect Caroline to raise our baby on her own, and god knows I couldn’t take care of it. I’m an only child and don’t know a damn thing about babies. It’s not like I have a lot of parental support at the moment either. I’m certain Caroline’s parents aren’t happy about her being knocked up or her decision.
That’s why I plan to be there with her every step of the way through the pregnancy. It’s not just the decent thing to do, but I want to be there with her. I even offer to drive her to the appointment.
“You really don’t have to do this,” she says when she walks over to my yard where I’m waiting for her with my back leaning against my Porsche.
“I want to go with you,” I tell her. “And it couldn’t hurt to have someone to talk to about this stuff if you need to, right?”
“Right,” she agrees with a sigh before she goes around and climbs in on the passenger side.
A short drive later and we’re pulling up downtown in front of a brick building. As soon as I can find a place to park on the street, we get out and head inside.
First, they give Caroline a bunch of paperwork to fill out, and then she’s called back into an office by an older woman with short, brown hair.
“Thank you so much for coming in today, Miss Prince.” She shakes Caroline’s hand and then turns to me. “And are you the father?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“Good. It’s great to have you both here since we’ll need you both to be part of this process. Now please, have a seat,” she says, gesturing to the two chairs in front of her desk. “I’m Ava Winthrop and I’ll be your contact person from the beginning until the end, so be sure to take one of my business cards. And if you have any questions, you can always call.”
“Great. Thanks,” Caroline says, taking one of the white cards from the holder and spinning it in her hands. I’m starting to think she fidgets when she’s nervous…like on Christmas Day when she came over. I’m guessing that’s when she was going to tell me that she was pregnant, and, for some reason, she chickened out.
“So, first, I need to know if you’re looking for a monetary exchange as part of the adoption agreement,” the woman asks.
“Um, what?” Caroline asks.
“I think she wants to know if you’re looking to make some money off the people who adopt our kid,” I explain.
“Oh, no,” Caroline says, looking between me and Ava. “We have money,” she says, waving her hand between us. “Our parents have plenty of money is what I mean. I just want the, ah, baby to go to a good home.”
“Understood,” Ave replies with a nod while taking notes on a legal pad. “And will you be wanting visitation throughout the child’s life?”
“No,” Caroline answers. “At least, not for me.” She looks to me, and I shake my head.
“Me neither,” I tell the women. That just seems like it would be too hard, watching my kid grow up while someone else raises it. In fact, it just sounds really fucked up. So, hell no. That’s the sort of thing that would make even the strongest person change their mind about the decision they’ve made.
“I just want to choose the parents before the baby comes and then hand him or her over as soon as they’re born. Can we do that?” Caroline asks.
“Of course,” Ava agrees. “How far along are you?”
“About thirteen weeks now,” she answers with her palm automatically going to her bump like it’s an unconscious gesture.
“And are you being seen by an obstetrician, or do you need financial support for your healthcare?”
“No, I don’t need any financial support. I have insurance through my father. And, um, yes, I will be seeing an obstetrician soon. I have an appointment in a few weeks. I’ve already had an ultrasound and all from the school’s student health center. I’ll be going to a doctor in town for the rest of the pregnancy.”
“Everything so far has pointed to a healthy pregnancy?”
“Yes. I-I got to hear the baby’s heartbeat, and the doctor said that’s a good sign that things are progressing as they should be.”
Wow. She’s had an ultrasound and heard the heartbeat. I wonder why she didn’t tell me about any of that.
“Are you taking prenatal vitamins?” Ava asks.
“Yes,” Caroline agrees, and I didn’t know about those either. “Every day.”
“Good. That’s good,” the woman tells her. “Well, as soon as you’re ready, I can start sending you files of our potential couples for you to peruse. There’s no rush, of course; but the earlier you decide on the parents, the easier things will be from there on out.”
“Okay,” Caroline agrees. “Let’s start going through the couples.”
“Great. I’ll email you the files to the address you provided on the contact forms. When you make a decision, there will be some paperwork to be completed by both sides, confirming the agreement…”
“What if she changes her mind?” I interrupt to ask.
“I won’t,” Caroline says to me.
“I’m not saying you will. I just want to know what happens if you pick a couple and then the baby is born, and you decide not to give it to them.”
“As the biological parents, both of you will have forty-eight hours after the birth to change your mind. It happens; and while it’s devastating to the chosen adoptive parents, it’s well within your rights to decide to keep the baby.”
“That’s good to know. Thank you,” I tell her.
“I’m here to help and answer any questions you have,” Ava says when she picks up her business card and offers it to me. I take it and slip it into my pocket.
“So, is that all for today?” Caroline asks, sounding like she’s in a hurry to get out of here.
“Sure. I’ll be in touch,” Ava tells her.
Chapter 23
Caroline
“Hey,” Maddie says after Blake drives us home from the adoption agency and I slip back into the house. She’s sitting at the dining table with her books spread across it.
“Hey,” I reply. “Where is everyone?”
“Ah, your mom took Matt and Mandy shopping even though they don’t need a single thing after the haul Santa brought them. Aric is at the weight room at school, and your dad is still at work.”
“Right,” I reply. I’m pretty sure my mom is spoiling her younger siblings as a way to cope with me telling her I’m putting the baby up for adoption.
“As soon as I graduate, I’m going to try and get them back,” Maddie calls out when I turn around to head upstairs.