by Jamie Knight
The nerve of him!
I couldn’t believe that I had let myself be taken in by someone who was obviously such a lowlife.
I tried to busy myself by working on some briefs that were due in a week, but the words I was trying to type just seemed to swim around on the screen. When I had reread what I had just written in one of the briefs for the third time without being able to make much sense of it, I figured that it was time to admit that I just wasn’t in the mood to work.
I got ready to head home and call it a day.
There was a knock on my door and it slowly creaked open. I was still gathering my things and hadn’t looked up, so I assumed that it was my secretary.
“Hey, I’m heading home for the day,” I started to say. “I’m not feeling so hot. Don’t let anyone in since there aren’t any appointments…”
Someone cleared their throat.
I looked up and saw that it wasn’t my secretary.
Instead, a woman I didn’t know was standing in my office.
“Who… who are you?” I asked, almost swallowing my tongue. “And how did you get in here?”
The doors to the main office building would have been locked by now and the only way to get in or out was with a key.
What in the world did this crazy lady want?
Is she here to rob me?
I told myself that I was being insane and that none of this made sense, but I couldn’t help but still be thrown for a loop based on everything that had happened with Ted.
“Hey, sorry for dropping in on you like this,” said the short, well put together lady with a nasally voice who was standing in my office. “I feel like we are already someone acquainted. I’m Ann McAllister. I think that I have something that belongs to you.”
She shoved a wad of sticky notes and her cell phone towards me.
All the sticky notes had Dr. Roberts’ name on them.
“The messages got pretty excessive at one point, so I had my secretary put them all into one file for you,” Ann said.
She clicked play on her phone’s recorder.
“Anne, hi. It’s Ted. Please call me.”
“Anne, it’s Ted again. I really had a great time with you. Could you give me a call when you get a chance? Thanks.”
“It’s Ted again, Anne. I’m really not trying to bug you, but I really want – need to talk to you. It’s important. Can you call me back? There’s something that I need to explain.”
“Hey, Anne. I’m not sure why you aren’t answering or calling me back, but I would love to see you again.”
One of his last messages was even him calling and leaving me both his cell phone and office phone number.
Now what he had said in his office made a lot more sense.
He really had gone through the effort of trying to reach out to me.
His last message, though, was the one that took the cake.
“I know that you’ve been on your own for a long time and I certainly admire your strength for doing it. And I really feel like we hit it off and had a great time together. Or maybe you didn’t. I don’t know. I just believe that you really just don’t know what you’re missing out on, which would be an amazing life that both of us could live together after neither of us has had anyone for so long. I feel as if we have both finally met our soul mates, as cheesy as that sounds. Maybe you feel differently, even though it didn’t seem that way when we were together, so that’s why I think you’re just holding back out of fear and I want to tell you there’s nothing to be afraid of. I won’t hurt you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and I was wondering if you feel the same way about me? But if you gave me a call back and let me know either way, I’d appreciate it. I also want to let you know that you’ll be in for a pleasant surprise if you call me back. If not, I understand, and will stop contacting you; I just wanted to try my hardest to pursue what I want – which is you – before doing so.”
The phone went silent and I was at a loss for words.
“Well, it was just the sweetest, most sincere thing I’d ever heard,” the other Ann said, getting choked up just listening again to the messages that had been meant for me.
She was certainly a sentimental person. I chuckled as I thought about the fact that I’d wondered if we would look alike and act alike because we had the same name. It turned out we looked and acted nothing alike.
“I almost felt lucky that we had the same name,” she continued. “It was like I was meant to hear them or something.”
I thought that it sounded weird for her to say that she was meant to hear my messages, but I thanked her anyway. I was glad she had let me know about these messages, even though it would have been really great to have found out about them just one day earlier.
“No problem,” said the other Ann. “I actually know Dr. Roberts. I was a patient at his clinic, believe it or not. He’s a really great guy. He made a wooden wind chime for my daughter, Cassie. She’s autistic and she absolutely loves the noises that they make.”
My heart swelled at the thought of him making toys for disabled children.
“That is really nice,” I admitted.
I walked towards the door and hugged Ann.
“I wish all the best for you and Dr. Roberts,” said Ann. “And when you finally talk to him, tell him the other Ann McAllister says hello.”
She smiled at me.
I smiled back.
“I sure will,” I told her.
“Oh, actually, he knows me by my married name, although I go by my maiden name professionally still. So tell him Ann Ashton says hello.”
“Will do,” I said, thinking that that explained a lot.
He wouldn’t have known he was calling the wrong Anne McAllister because he didn’t even know that this other Ann that he knew had the same last name as I do.
But as she walked out of my office, I pushed her to the side of my mind.
I certainly had a lot to talk to Ted about. And the least of my problems was going to be letting him know that this other Anne said hello.
Chapter Fourteen
Ted
I sat at my desk for what must have been hours, pouring over the contents of just one patient’s file: Anne’s.
I thought that maybe there was something that I was missing that would have explained what had happened in my office.
She just seemed too moody and emotional for the pregnancy hormones to have her acting that way. I was convinced that it was something else.
But, what?
She said that she had gotten pregnant the old-fashioned way, not by IVF.
So, what did I have to do with it?
Was the baby really mine?
But, if it was, why did she leave so upset the way that she had?
Nothing made any sense.
I turned back to the first page, convinced that I was going to find the answer. I read her name. Anne McAllister.
That’s when it hit me. When I had found her name on Google, it hadn’t been spelled the way that I had seen it in the chart. In her chart, she had an E at the end of her name. The way that I found it on Google didn’t. And then I thought there was something different about the spelling of her last name, too.
Something told me to check the phone number and my heart almost skipped a beat at what I saw.
The number that I had been calling, that I found on Google, was different from the number in her chart.
I had been calling the wrong number all along.
Shit.
No wonder she had been so angry.
Both of us had been right and just hadn’t known it. I couldn’t believe that I had been so stupid as to call the wrong person.
I shuddered, thinking about all of the lengthy, embarrassing messages that I had left her. It made sense when I thought that it had been Anne.
The fact that another person had heard those messages was just humiliating.
But never mind that. I was focused on Anne: on finding out what exactly was going on with her.
I knew what I had to now and darted out the door.
I was going to see Anne and straighten out this whole mess. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too angry or think that I was an idiot or something and actually want to listen.
The limo turned the corner and drove for a few blocks. My cell phone rang, vibrating in my pocket, startling me so much that I almost fell out of my seat.
I looked down at the number and noticed that it was the same number listed in Anne’s file as her telephone number. I knew because I memorized it when I saw it, vowing never to forget it again.
But, how did she get my cell phone number?
I was starting to get confused all over again.
“Hi, it’s Ted,” I said, trying not to sound too eager.
“Hi, Ted. It’s Anne. Oh, my goodness. I am so glad to hear your voice. I got your messages and it’s an incredibly long story as to how that all came about, but I had to call you back and tell you that I’m so sorry for freaking out on you the way that I did. That was absolutely horrible, and had I known the full story, I never would have done that.”
It was wonderful to finally hear her saying words that made sense.
“That’s okay,” I said. “And I’m sorry, too. I can’t believe that I had been calling the wrong number. And I called so many times! I’m just glad that we finally got the breakdown in communication figured out.”
“Me, too,” said Anne, her voice getting quiet. “There was something that I was curious about, though, that you mentioned in one of your messages. You said that if I called you back that I would be in for a surprise, that I could trust you. Well, things have already been crazy and surprising enough. I’m not sure how many more surprises I can take. But what was the surprise?”
“You’re right,” I said, agreeing with her. “There have been a lot of surprises here. And I don’t want to do anything that could upset you any more than you already have been, especially in your condition. And so much time has passed now, maybe it won’t even matter. But I wanted to ask you to officially be my girlfriend.”
She gasped.
“Really?”
“Yes,” I continued. “I figured that it would just make things easier. That was my bright idea after I had already switched you over to a new doctor. I wasn’t trying to avoid you or anything, if that’s what you thought. I just wanted to get a chance to actually be with you in a real, public relationship, rather than having to sneak around with one of my patients.”
I heard her sniffle on the other end of the phone, like she was starting to cry.
“That is very sweet,” came her choked response. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”
“You are very sweet. That’s why I went through the lengths I did of trying to impress you on the date. I wanted to be with you as your boyfriend.”
The line went silent for a few moments and I thought that she had hung up, until she started to speak again.
“Well, you said that you wanted to be my boyfriend. Is that offer still on the table?”
I was ready to jump out of my seat and fly to the moon, I was so happy. But I stopped my celebration long enough to remember that she still hadn’t told me the reason why she had barged into my office so angry.
“Maybe it is,” I said. “Only… you showed up at my office today, pretty upset. Why did you come?”
She paused, like she was trying to decide on the right words to say.
I started to shift nervously in my seat.
“I came to tell you that I am pregnant, and the baby is yours.”
As if on cue, the limo coasted to a stop in front of Anne’s house. I jumped out of the limo, did a little happy dance, and then ran up the stairs, to where Anne stood in the doorway. I scooped her up into my arms, holding onto her tightly, gently kissing her neck while I held her.
“Let’s celebrate,” said Anne, her eyes brightening.
I was confused since she was pregnant, and we couldn’t exactly toast over a glass of champagne.
“Well, I can’t drink alcohol,” said Anne, looking at me seductively, as if guessing what I had been thinking. “But I can drink cum.”
Before I could say a word, she had unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and shoved it in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good, I got hard right away.
“I love how this feels,” I told her, staring down at her big, green eyes looking up at me as she sucked on the head of my cock while stroking its shaft with her hand. “When my cock is in your mouth.”
She nodded and moaned, deep-throating me as I reached down to cup her breasts in my hand. I loved how round and full they were, just like her ass. Feeling around, I found her nipples and played with them as I pushed my cock further down her throat.
“Mmmm,” she groaned, obviously feeling good, too, and paying me back for the favor now, by cupping her hand around my balls.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, squeezing her nipples while I fucked her mouth.
I took my cock out of her mouth just a bit, as I didn’t want to cum right away, but that was difficult to control with Anne. Just looking down and seeing my shaft half hanging out of her open mouth while I was playing with her tits was enough to get me going all over again.
She licked my shaft up and down, and every time she got to the head of my cock, she would suck on it some, teasing me a bit, until I almost couldn’t bear it any more.
Then I shoved my cock down her throat once again and felt it start to pulse and throb, threatening to cum again, but this time, I didn’t care.
All I wanted to do was feel the sweet physical release of cumming in her mouth while I basked in the emotional fulfillment of being with the love of my life and the mouther of my child.
I couldn’t believe all the luck I was having in one day, after so many other days of feeling fucking miserable without Anne.
Now, I had her back in my life – as my girlfriend. And she was having my baby. And she was going on down on me.
I smiled as I felt my toes curling up in my shoes.
Chapter Fifteen
Anne
For the very first time in a long time, it seemed like my luck was changing.
I didn’t have to be the one who watched everyone else be happy. I was actually able to get pregnant with a baby, and the best part was that I got to be in a happy relationship with the father of my baby – something I truly never felt I would have.
As he filled my mouth right in my foyer with his thick, hard dick, it really dawned on me how lucky I was.
“Oh my God,” he called out, as he was starting to cum. “Anne. Anne. You make me feel so good.”
I sucked harder, trying to suck out every drop of his hot cum.
“I love you, Anne,” he yelled, letting go of the last spurts of cum, which I lapped up greedily.
He loves me.
I smiled, wiping up a few stray drops of cum with my fingers and then started licking my fingers clean.
“I love you, too,” I said.
And there it was.
I had love, too.
I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
The only thing that I could think about was having the man that I loved fuck me doggy style.
I took off my pants, got down on all fours, and beckoned for him to join me.
“Oh yeah?” he said, looking eager to oblige.
His cock was already hard again.
He got behind me and spanked my ass a little bit, which I liked.
“My former virgin has become such a naughty girl for me,” he said.
I sure have, I thought.
I couldn’t believe I had started out as the nervous, naïve young woman in his office, mad at the world and especially at all the former guys I had dated, for not being able to have a baby, and hoping that he had the answers for me.
He had the answers for me, and he had a lot more for me, too.
He pushed his dick against my pussy, guiding it back and forth against my clit. My pussy was already wet a
nd was getting even wetter as he played with me. I could feel my juices dripping out onto his big, hard, naked cock.
He played with my clit for a while as I slid around on his cock, as if he was teasing me some, but just feeling him do that to me was enough to make me cum.
“Ted,” I moaned, slipping and sliding all over his big cock as I came. “I can barely take it. I feel so good. Please fuck me; please.”
I loved how he made me beg for him.
I enjoyed being so vulnerable with him; I loved the way I could just let myself go and be a total nympho for him.
Once I was done cumming, he pushed his cock inside me, grabbing my hips to steady himself.
I was completely and totally owned, feeling his thick dick filling every bit of my pussy hole.
He plunged inside me over and over, pushing deeper. My pussy gripped his hard shaft, pulsing with each thrust.
He felt so good and I told him so.
He stroked slowly, rubbing his hands up and down my spine. He moaned, too, feeling my pussy glide easily over his dick head and shimmying down his shaft.
He slapped my ass slightly again, making my pussy walls shudder.
“Good girl,” he said. “That’s my good little bad girl.”
Then he stroked slowly, rubbing his hands up and down my spine.
I started cumming as he went deeper, pumping harder, pulling me on to him.
My pussy sputtered as creamy, white cum foamed out of it, covering his dick and falling onto the floor in droplets.
My whole body convulsed as he went wild, fucking my still-sputtering pussy like he had no plans of stopping.
“This feels so good,” I moaned, as my whole body shook with an orgasm.
“It sure does,” he replied, grunting as he fucked me. “In fact, it feels like something I want to do for the rest of my life.”
He groaned as he came into my pussy, his juices joining mine, until both of us were gasping and panting.
For the rest of our lives.
I liked the sound of that.
He could count me in.
Chapter Sixteen
Ted