OUTLAW'S BABY

by Amy Brent

Becky looked stunning, and was so damned horny that I gave her a quick servicing in the janitors closet at the reception center. Her legs wrapping around me as I thrust energetically inside her sweet, tight pussy. Oh god I was in Heaven with that beautiful woman. Thankfully, College had finished, we had both graduated with Honors and our wedding had gone off without a hitch. Susan missed both events much to my disappointment, but when her family needs her, she is always there. I would make sure that I would be at her graduation next year to cheer her on.

  We ran to the car with everyone throwing confetti, or blowing bubbles at us. Becky quickly unzipped my fly and dove her warm, wet mouth onto my cock. Thank fuck we were away from everyone, and the car had a divider from the back seat to the front, kind of like a mini-style limo. I lay my head back and groaned out my pleasure as Becky’s sweet lips caressed the head of my cock. I caressed the golden tresses of her hair, gently undulating my hips upwards in time with her suckling of my cock. Oh God, she was a talented woman, and she was all mine. My body craved hers like it needed food, beer and basketball.

  That was one thing where Becky came up short. She absolutely hated basketball, every time I started to talk about it, she would huff and walk out of the room to avoid an argument, of course when we did argue, the makeup sex was out of this world. I watched as her head bobbed up and down. I whispered words of encouragement to her, urging her to suck a little bit harder, use more tongue here or there, and then I finally tensed as I felt the glorious heat of my climax hitting the back of her throat, rumbling out a heavy sigh as my bride lifted herself up from my still hard cock and casually wiped her mouth with the tips of her fingers.

  She was perfect. She was my Becky.

  Almost a year after our marriage, I got the heartbreaking news.

  Becky, my beautiful wife, had gone out shopping. A drunk driver had sped through a traffic signal and struck her car, killing her instantly. The police came and asked me to identify my wife in the morgue. Her beautiful body lay there, nude under a clinical blue sheet. I screamed her name, hoping she would wake up. There was still glass in her golden hair. I reached out and so gently began to pull it from her hair, cutting my own fingers in the process. Two morgue attendants and a police officer had to drag me away, kicking and screaming her name. I was totally numb from head to toe.

  A doctor came in and had to sedate me, I woke up the next morning to see the faces of my parents, and Becky’s parents looking down at me with sorrow and pity in their eyes. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted it to be me lying in that morgue. Why hadn’t I insisted that I go and get the damned milk? Becky always had milk in her coffee and we had run out that night.

  It should have been me.

  My Mom said something about calling someone, letting them know what had happened. I rolled over in the hospital bed and just let them do whatever the fuck they wanted to. I was too damned numb from feeling.

  I saw faces at the Funeral, felt hands shaking mine, lips touching my cheek in greeting and sympathy. I didn’t want anything to do with anyone. But there was one face I saw, one I recognized. She came up to my side and placed an arm around me. She held me tight while I cried like a baby against her shoulder.

  Susan, my best buddy was there to comfort me in my time of need. I never asked her why she hadn’t come to the wedding, or my graduation. I had missed her. She said something about staying in a hotel to my mother. I barely heard what was said, my brain had gone into ‘I-really-don’t-give-a-fuck-anymore’ mode. All I knew was that my wife was in a hole in the ground, and that I need a good stiff drink.

  Susan

  The funeral was a sad affair, as these things usually are. I cried for Becky, her life had been a lovely one. She was charitable, loving and kind to her friends, family and community. I felt guilty that I was jealous of her life with Ross. My eyes flicked over to him, he looked a man broken, utterly and completely. His face was ashen, and his features gaunt, as if he hadn’t eaten or slept in days. It was probably the truth.

  I had missed him, and a deep, dark part of my heart rejoiced that he was now ‘available’.

  I hated myself for that thought. I moved to his side after everyone else had said their condolences to the young widower. My arm went around him and for the first time since I saw him again, he seemed to notice anyone. Me. He noticed me.

  “Susan…” he choked out as his tears fell and his tall, muscular frame shook with the heavy sobs. I wrapped my arms around him and let him cry. I was his best friend and I had acted like a total bitch.

  I held him for what seemed like hours until his mother gently pulled him away from me. It had been her who had called me to tell me what had happened, it seemed like she wanted me to know that her son was hurt and needed someone who knew him well to help him get through this terrible time. I didn’t know what else to do, so I booked the cheapest flight I could find and flew back home to Ross.

  I watched as everyone milled about in little groups at Becky’s wake. Some of the attendees offering more words of comfort as they passed by Ross, who downed drink after drink until he was not even able to stand straight. He was given a chair which he slumped into. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  I went to his side, kissed his cheek and told him I had to go. I slipped a card from my motel into his jacket pocket with my phone number on the back in case he needed to talk, and then I called a cab and got the hell out of there, nursing another case of broken heart, this time in sympathy for the man I still loved.

  It was almost midnight when I heard a banging on the door of my motel room. I got up out of bed, clad in my shorts and singlet and headed to the door of the cheap and nasty hotel I had gotten for the single night I was going to be here for Becky’s funeral. I opened the door to find a very drunk Ross standing there, wavering as his taxi left the hotel’s car park.

  “Ross…” I said, surprised at him even coming to the hotel. “How did you know what room I was in?”

  “Ashked da night mamager…” he slurred at me. “Cann I come in? Shooshan?” he asked. I smiled, opening the door for him to come in. “Come on, you shouldn’t’ be alone tonight.” I said as I led him to the double bed and settled him in where my body heat still warmed the bed. I tucked him in and settled myself down on the uncomfortable looking couch.

  “Shooshan… Come into bed wif me…” Ross said with a terrible slur. His breath could kill the immortal undead, but I nodded and got into the opposite side. He snuggled close against me and soon had his hands over my body. He was drunk, and his hands fumbled more than caressed my breasts, then down to my pussy, I didn’t want to take advantage of him in the state he was in, but oh god I wanted this man.

  I chose the chivalrous route. “Ross, sweetheart, you need to sleep off the drink, I’ll lie here with you but no funny business okay? It’s not right, you just buried your wife today, just close your eyes, and sleep. I’ll be here.” Ross’s hands stilled, but he held me close. Noisily breathing in the scent of my hair.

  “You’re my best friend, Susan, I love you.” He mumbled sleepily. I looked down at him with tears rimming the lower lids of my eyes.

  “I love you too, Ross, I wish you truly knew just how much.” I leaned down and kissed his temple, before I too drifted off to sleep.

  Ross

  My life had gone from absolutely wonderful one moment, then absolute fucking train wreck the next. My Becky was gone, my job prospects were in the gutter and now, I was living in a two bedroom apartment with a collection of almost a thousand beer bottles. I had to wade through them to get to the filthy kitchen. I had hit the lowest of the low points, the next stop would be either the gutter, or buried beside Becky.

  It had been three months since we buried her. The day after her funeral, I woke up in some cheap, dingy motel alone in bed with the housekeepers knocking on the room’s door telling me it was checkout time, and that I had to get out. There was a note from Susan, telling me that she was there if I needed her, any time of the day or night and had a new phone number on
it. In my hung over state I had left it in the room, and the cleaners had tossed it out with the trash.

  I spent most of my days drinking myself into a stupor and watching my old games on the laptop. There was a couple where the women’s team played before the guys and I watched Susan run the gauntlet of other women each trying to steal the ball from her to score for their team. She never let them get it off her. That was my Susan. So beautiful, so graceful, She was the one I had let get away. I had heard that she was going around with another guy from another Frat House. It was too late after I married Becky that I had found out that wasn’t true, too little too late. I was happy… Was.

  Now I was in a drunken state, sleeping off my latest round of brain-cell-murder with alcohol as the deadly weapon. I slept most of the day and drank most of the night. I dozed in my filthy recliner, only to be rudely woken up by the noises of my bottles being tossed into their cartons. The smell of stale beer rousing me from the apathy. I blinked in the suddenly too bright room, some asshole had opened the dirty curtains, letting noonday sunshine invade my gloom.

  “Hey, close the fucking curtains.” I growled.

  “Shut up Ross, you need to let the sunlight in.” a familiar voice snapped back. “I had heard you were in a bad state but this is ridiculous, get your ass out of that chair, and into the shower while I try to find you something clean to wear and clear out these damned bottles.

  Susan stood there looking very much like the proverbial guardian angel, sans wings. Well she would look like an angel if angels wore pink rubber gloves and a tidy apron. She also had a determined look on her face, the sort of look that I called her ‘game face’. That look that you never messed with her when it was on.

  I stumbled from my chair and staggered into the shower. I stripped nude and let the cold water wake me up. Susan was here! How did she know I needed her so badly? She had been on my mind for the last month or so as I finally came out form the black cloud that had covered my life since Becky’s death. I still grieved for my lost wife. I came out of the shower with only a towel on, sobered up by the cold water. The smell of dishwashing liquid and cleaners chased away the stench of stale beer. Susan was scrubbing hard at the coffee pot and some mugs. “Got some clean clothes here for you, your mom dropped them by.”

  I shook my head, then regretted it as a headache hit me hard.

  “Susan, what are you doing here?” I asked her as she scrubbed, her body bent over the counter, strong, lithe and damned sexy as she scrubbed my counter. Her perfectly rounded ass moved with her hips as she scrubbed. How come I had never taken notice of that ass in college!

  “I’m helping you get out of your pity party and back into the real world. Your bills are at the stage where your utilities are getting cut, your phone has been shut off already. I have paid your bills, so you owe me about seven hundred dollars.” She rinsed the coffee pot, then set it into the percolator to fill with fresh coffee when she turned the machine on. She then rinsed the cups and filled them with coffee, handing me one.

  “I’ve taken a job teaching at one of the local high schools here. I need a place to stay, your Mom said you might like a housemate.” She snorted, a cute sound that got my cock twitching, I wondered how she would feel with me buried balls deep within her. My heart fluttered a little as I thought of the prospect of Susan, My Susan entwined with me in my queen sized bed. I had gotten rid of all the furniture that had been a part of my old life with Becky, it held too many painful memories for me to hold onto. I simply kept a few treasured pictures of us, at graduation and our wedding.

  I didn’t think as I moved closer to Susan. My hands reached up and took her face, pulling her lips against mine I knew as soon as they touched, I had loved her for a long time, from her response. I could tell that she too, had loved me. My towel fell from my hips and my body responded. I yanked off the apron that covered her. The floral dress that she wore surprised me. I pulled away for a moment before I dived back in to kiss her, my hands unbuttoning her dress to reveal her perfect breasts. My tongue traced her jawline, as I licked my way down to those flawless, hand-sized breasts.

  My perfect woman was right here, I knew it as I slipped her dress from her body. She trembled at my touch with excitement. She was the one who would bring me back to life, as evidenced by my hardened cock. I licked my way down to her panties, pulling them down slowly to inspect my prize, I could smell her arousal, and see how wet Susan’s panties were, knowing she was as ready for me as I was for her.

  I stood and lifted her onto the cleaned table, gently parted her legs and returned my mouth to take sweet possession of her pussy. Her moans and gasps of pleasure were musical as my tongue slid along her damp folds. Her honey tasted like heaven. My beautiful Susan ran her hands through my hair, encouraging me to take her higher. I brought her to the edge with my mouth before I stood and kissed her, my hand angling my hard on at her entrance. With a grunt of pleasure I entered her, she gasped at my entry, her hands running along my shoulders to my back, nails slightly dragging along my skin. And I knew from the sharp little pains on my back that this was real. I began thrusting inside her, our bodies connected physically and spiritually, I knew that when the time was right, I’d have my Susan as my wife. I looked into her eyes as I took her on the kitchen table, and I knew that she understood and wanted to be with me, when our time was right to be man and wife.

  Susan

  I was the blushing bride as my father escorted me down the aisle to my groom. Ross looked gorgeous as he stood there. Our venue was a small public garden. It was cosy, perfect for our small wedding. Ross had gone the big wedding route with Becky, and I had never wanted a big church wedding.

  The last six months had been hard at times for Ross, but we had learned to live life again, together. Filled with passionate lovemaking, tears, hopes and dreams that we were working hard on, one of those dreams would, in about six months become a reality. I smiled as I placed my hand on my belly. The time to tell everyone was here, and what more perfect place to celebrate our new family than our wedding.

  The Celebrant bound us as man and wife and we kissed, I had whispered something to her prior to the ceremony kicking off and after the cheers had died down the Celebrant held her hands up for silence.

  “The Bride and Groom also have an announcement to make.” She said, the expectant silence greeted me, I held Ross’ hand and grinned.

  “We’re expecting!” I said with a huge grin on my face. Screams and cheers of joy echoed around out little park, parents playing with their children on the playground stopped and looked over at our little wedding party before they went back to their children’s play. Ross and I were swamped with hugs and kisses. I looked around and saw that Ross’ groomsmen were pulling something out of their bags.

  “Oh no…” I said, pulling Ross close. “Your College buddies are at it again.” Ross looked over to them and then to me, “Wanna make a break for it? I think they got Nerf guns.”

  Ross kissed me on the temple before he pulled out a bag of his own from behind a chair. Inside was a small padded vest, which he slipped over my wedding dress, and then handed me a Nerf gun, before handing them to my bridesmaids

  “Nah, let’s take them on.” He said with a grin as he armed himself. Our wedding guests looked at the spectacle about to start, and wisely backed away as Ross’ groomsmen attacked the rest of the bridal party.

  As the Nerf darts began to fly, I knew one thing was for certain - My life with Ross was going to be one hell of a fun ride!

  The End

  HIS SECRET BABY

  Chapter one

  “You can’t be serious. This is something that only the guys should be involved in. We don’t need the embarrassment of a woman deciding that she can do something like this. Do yourself a favor and bow out now, before you become a laughingstock of the office.” Leslie Spencer was always considered the ugly duckling, but she had learned to love who she was in the mirror. She might’ve been a little bigger in the hips, but her natural
D cup breasts really did draw the boy’s eyes to her like a moth to a flame. That was never more evident than when Evan came into the office and started to flirt with her shamelessly.

  “You’d think after all of these years that people would be more progressive in their thinking. Today, there are many sportscasters that are women, where it was primarily a male dominated profession. You see women screaming for their home team. It’s not just the man who gets to enjoy the spectacle of competition.” Evan was a man that grew up in an old fashioned household. If his father ever found that one of his children was dating a woman of color or even considered playing for the other team, then he would most likely be disowned and thrown from the house.

  “Think about what you are doing. The guys don’t know yet, but it’s just a matter of time. Once they get a look at the list of those that are competing, they’ll know that you were going against them. They don’t like you much anyway.” Leslie was the one that either made their life miserable, or gave them a moment of reprieve. She was the manager of the office and it was beholden to her to make sure that everything was run in tiptop efficiency. She had learned the hard way that she couldn’t be their friend and their boss at the same time.

  “I’m just a little sick and tired of all of these preconceived notions that men need something for themselves. You don’t see women complaining that men can’t be in the kitchen. You would think that a woman’s enthusiasm for sports might actually be a turn on.” Leslie had never done the conventional thing. There were times that she shocked just for the sake of putting people on notice. Men in particular walked round in their own bubble and sometimes she had to burst it to get their attention. Whether it was with her stylish and seductive clothing, or even the way that she wore her hair, she was never considered normal by today’s standards.

  “For a girl that likes to dress like you are in the fifties, you would think that you would have the same kind of mentality.” Evan was upset and now he was lashing out for the sake of getting his pound of flesh. Leslie was not only in the sports pool, but she had even started to play fantasy football with some remarkable success. Evan knew that if his father was here he would be rolling around in his grave.