by J. M. Adele
I checked the table in front of me. Sure enough, there sat my meal, steaming itself into a soggy, inedible mess. Mm. Tasty. “Thanks. Did you ask for minus the pickle?”
He nodded, speaking through another mouthful. “Yeah, but you know it’s potluck.”
I shoved a fry in my mouth, not wanting any more attention. Chewing was also a way to stop my mouth from scowling as I became painfully aware that Ben had moved to sit with Stewart, Lee, and a triplet of leggy wannabe WAGs. I should’ve been relieved at the waning of that swirling, sucking energy beside me. It was still there, but with his attention diverted I had space to breathe again. Adam and Will had moved tables to sit across from me, shovelling food into their gobs.
Downing a mouthful of fizzy drink, I gave myself a minute to recover. What the hell had just happened? It was like I’d been in another body. A much rounder body. I sized up my B-cups, ridiculously disappointed at their inadequacy. I was just shy of fourteen—they were perfectly decent. But they’d been huge. And my stomach ...
The tease of Ben’s attention stroked the side of my face. It was as strong as the bump of his elbow had been. Unmistakable in its intention. Glancing in his direction, sure enough, his eyes darted away a second after our gazes collided.
My face flushed. Oh, my God. I’d just had a sex dream about my crush in front of my family and friends. Not to mention the star himself.
There he was with his mates—girls fawning all over him.
And here I was ... at the kiddie table.
Andrea
Brisbane, Australia
24th December, 2016, 6:06 p.m.
Rubbing my hands across my face, I yawned before stretching my stiff limbs. I fell asleep again? The rain outside continued, but the thunder had died down to a distant rumble.
“Welcome back. What do you feel like for dinner?” Ben’s face crossed my vision, albeit upside down from my reclined position on the lounge.
“Aw, are you offering to cook for your pregnant wife?”
“It’s easier than hauling you off the couch.” His dark eyebrows headed towards his hairline.
I released a gasp, more for theatrics than anything. “I cannot believe you just said that. You’ll be sleeping on this couch tonight.”
“Can’t. There’s no room.”
This time I gasped for real. “That’s just mean.”
“You know I love you, babe. And I think your huge belly is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Smooth talker. My heart skipped a beat as Ben shifted beside me, kneeling down and raising my tank dress so he could kiss my stomach. Our baby. I loved it when he did that. His eyes lit up every time. Lumps and bumps surged in waves across my stomach as the baby moved to the sound of his daddy’s voice. It was freaky and beautiful at the same time. Even seeing the evidence, it was still hard to get my head around the fact that I was growing a human.
I grunted as the baby landed a kick to my liver. “Jeez, kid. There’s not enough space for you and my organs. Get out, already.”
“Behave yourself in there, Seb.” Ben’s hand rubbed circles on my tummy before going lax and sliding off the slope to land in my lap. His palm flattened over my bare pelvic bone. “You’re not wearing any underwear.” His nostrils flared. “You know, I’ve heard that sperm can bring on labour. So can orgasms. And if I suck on your giant boobs, I’m pretty sure junior is gonna come out and tell me to back off. Wanna try?” A wicked glint shone in his eyes as they crinkled at the corners. One side of his mouth tipped up before he buried his face in my cleavage.
I let out a sigh as he kissed and sucked his way along the neckline of my dress. “Do what you gotta do.”
He tugged my dress higher until my chest was bare. “Fuck, I love these.” He pushed his face between my boobs and dragged in a deep breath. “I can’t wait to watch our son feed, but I wanna taste, too.” His hands wrapped around each side, gently pushing the mounds together. “You should go topless all the time.” The words were almost muted against my skin. Suddenly his head jerked up and a line creased between his eyes. “But only at home. I don’t want any other dicks seeing these puppies.”
I snorted. There’d be plenty of people getting a glimpse when I breastfed, but whatever.
Ooohh. My eyelids peeled back as he licked around one sensitive nipple before pulling it into the warmth of his mouth. The sensation shot straight to my womb like the two were connected by a tightrope. That was something new.
There were some advantages to being a human incubator. Like orgasms. My orgasms were definitely stronger. And hello multiples. I bit my lip and gripped Ben’s hair, just thinking about what was to come. And I did mean come. This man could rocket me to the stars with a puff of his breath.
I writhed at the scratch of his stubble on my nipples. He didn’t seem to notice as he was preoccupied with a face full of titties. He hadn’t taken a breath in a while. I worried that he might asphyxiate before this really got going.
The baby landed a few more elbows to my intestines. I figured it was his version of banging on the bedroom door to ask what we were up to. Or maybe to tell us to be quiet ’cause he wanted to sleep. Junior was gonna have to learn fast that life wouldn’t always revolve around him. Mummies and daddies needed their plaaayyy tiiimme. Hoooly mother f—
Hips surging forward, my wayward thoughts pulled back into line as Ben started stroking my centre.
Lifting his head, he watched me as he licked my slickness from his fingers. “You’re dripping.”
With a groan, my lids fluttered and my pussy clenched. This man. He knew every way to make me crazy. I was so bloody lucky. “When are you gonna get naked? I want you, skin on skin. Now.”
“At your service.”
“You’d better believe it, Daddy.”
He stood, peeling off his shirt and unbuttoning his shorts as I stared with my tongue hanging out.
“Wait!”
Hands gripping the waistband of his pants, he raised his brows at me.
“Do this part slowly. I want the full strip-show experience.”
My core pulsed at the display of muscles and the tease of his unbuttoned shorts, his tan line peeking just above the zipper. He was insanely beautiful, extraordinarily so, and I wasn’t just talking about on the outside. Truth was, he’d still turn me on if he had a dad bod.
“Do that thing you do with your hips.”
His face split wide with a grin. “You mean this?” He circled his hips like he was grinding the finest coffee and eased the waistband down another inch. Hello, end of the rainbow. Or end of the snail trail, more specifically. Another inch and I’d get a glimpse of his baby-maker.
I sang the chorus of “Pony” by Ginuwine as Ben slid closer and his shorts dropped a bit more. He spun away, showing me his half-bare arse before he shimmied side to side. Yeah, baby, shake it. With a thrust of his arms, his pants and jocks were at his feet. He peered over his shoulder at me as he clenched and relaxed his butt cheeks in a comical dance.
Giggling, I reached out to grab a handful, but he stepped beyond my reach. Slowly, he turned and my mouth parted at the sight of him naked with his cock in hand.
Dayum. This was exactly why I was the size of a house right now. He only had to pull it out and I was ready to come. Now I had Monifah singing in my head. Yes, I wanted to touch it.
“You know I can barely move, so you’d better bring yourself over here before I cry.”
His smile vanished. “Cry? What?”
“Ben, give me your dick. I need it now.” Sometimes men needed it spelled out for them. Jeez.
He scooped his arms under me and rolled me so I faced the back of the couch. Lifting my hair off my neck, he feathered kisses from my ear to my shoulder. Shivers chased the trail his lips made over my skin. One of his hands found its way to my breast before tugging and pinching the nipple as he crouched behind me. I dragged in a lungful of air when the tip of his penis slid through my folds, stoking my desire for him to painful levels. My br
eath quickened, sweat beading on my brow.
“Ben.” Don’t be a tease.
I didn’t need to say another word. His shaft slid inside, stretching and massaging the walls of my core. I groaned.
He growled in my ear, “You’re squeezing my cock so tight. Fuck. I need to go slow.”
I gritted my teeth. He was going to torture me. Arseho—
Before I knew what he was doing, my right leg was propped up on the back of the couch and his fingers were playing my clit like a cello. Plucking and pinching, sliding and flicking. I exploded. I screamed so loud there was no way the neighbours didn’t hear, even over the rain. Did I give a shit? Hell to the no. Ecstasy gripped my body, seizing my nervous system and heightening my awareness of everywhere Ben and I touched.
I slowly came back into my body. Or somewhere just above it because his fingers were still right on the button—barely moving—but still, the anticipation prevented me from landing fully.
His teeth nipped at the shell of my ear before he whispered, “One.”
Holy shit.
Grunting, he pulled out. My lip popped in a pout. Where the heck do you think you’re going?
“Can you get on your knees and lean over the backrest?”
Oh. Uh, yes and yes. Alive with energy, I manoeuvred into place. He pulled my hips back and down so my stomach was resting on my thighs and my arse was hanging over the edge. I turned my head, resting my cheek on a cushion so I could watch my beautiful beast. He sat on the floor, facing away. Huh? Head resting back on the seat, he tilted his neck until his mouth found my centre. Oh. His hands grabbed my butt, guiding me to where he wanted me.
I jerked when his tongue plunged into me before dragging over my engorged clitoris. He did the same move a few more times before sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I wanted to move my hips but he had me locked in place. It made the teasing all the more unbearable. He swirled and flicked his tongue before pushing his fingers inside, finding the spot he knew drove me crazy. Before long, the second orgasm barrelled through my body.
“Two,” he grunted, freeing me from his grip and lurching to his feet.
My muscles were still pulsing as he lifted my hips, burying his cock deep.
“Fuck, I can’t.” He held still for a second before his desire took over.
He pumped in and out with fierce abandon, his face twisted in painful ecstasy. I held onto the backrest for dear life, unable to do much else. I loved it when he let go. I loved that he could do that with me. That I could be the key that released his grip on control. My chest cracked open, unable to contain the mass of love that I had for this man. Every muscle shook with the force of it. Our truth was undeniable. We were made for each other.
Overwhelmed with joy, I reached the third precipice, my body coiling tight. With a long groan, Ben thrust deep a couple more times, releasing his orgasm. His hands covered mine on the seat, our fingers threading together as he planted kisses down my spine.
“I love you.” His breath tickled the curve of my lower back.
“I love you, too.” Tears pricked my eyes at the insufficiency of those four little words. But our bodies articulated it with more clarity than any words could express. Words had a limit that love surpassed by far.
“Did I wear you out? Lie down, babe.”
He pulled away and a waterfall gushed between my legs.
“Oh, shit!” Ben jumped back to avoid the tsunami.
I was too scared to move. Fuck. The couch was cactus. “Um, I think we broke my waters.”
My legs turned to jelly, collapsing underneath me. I managed to twist sideways into a sitting position. The fluid kept running. I wanted to cry. All I could do was surrender.
It’s only a couch. It’s only a couch.
Our baby is on his way.
Giggles bubbled up from my gut. Our baby was on his way! My head snapped to Ben and the laughter swelled to a raucous cackle. He’d gone as pale as Ronnie had, was naked, semi-hard, and sporting a petrified mask.
Well, he was right about his sperm bringing on labour.
Here. We. Go.
Andrea
Rockhampton, Australia
23rd June, 2006
Crows beat their wings in a hasty retreat as we all barrelled out of our classrooms and made for the exit. The pitch of the crowd’s noise seemed to double in proportion to our excitement about school holidays. Two weeks of no school. Yeah, baby.
On tippy-toes, I searched the bodies for the object of my obsession. I only succeeded in glancing backpacks and school emblems on shirt pockets. Damn it. I need some stilts. Sometimes it sucked being a short-arse.
I hadn’t seen Ben for more than a week. Where is he? How is he? I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to be in his life, and I wanted him in mine.
I swivelled my head like a puppy sniffing for a treat. I was beginning to piss myself off. My attachment to him wasn’t healthy. I was always aching for the next glimpse, the next word. Any scrap of attention he’d give me was like a hit from the most addictive drug, and I wanted more, more, more.
I groaned and sank onto my heels. God, just stop it.
If only it was as easy as deciding to stop.
Turning, I spotted my friend. Her head stuck out above most of the chaos. “Hey, Pauline, wait up!” I jogged over as she paused just inside the school gates. “Are you dancing this arvo?”
“You know me. I wouldn’t miss it.” She bounced on the balls of her feet in a move called the running man, her dark hair sweeping her shoulders.
Pauline spent hours practising in her bedroom every night. She was ridiculously good. She could lock and pop like the pro dancers in an MTV video.
She came to a stop, pocketing her hands. “What are you up to these holidays?”
Oh, you know. Pining. Obsessing. Wasting my life. That sort of thing. Ugh. “Not much. How about you?”
Goosebumps spread like vines up the back of my neck and curled over my ears. I spun around to find another two members of our dance crew, Jess and Kate, approaching. “Hey.” I offered the distracted greeting as I searched behind them, picking through the thinning crowd for the source of the bad vibes. My senses kept drawing me back to my friends. Worry had my mouth drying up. Goosebumps weren’t good. And there was no cold breeze to blame.
Sweeping my eyes over the playground again, I only found students, a couple of teachers, and the groundsman with a blower vac. Again, I was drawn back to our little group. Shit.
Kate brushed auburn tendrils away from her face, watching me with a frown. “Hey. You okay?”
Nope. “Yeah, I’m fine. Do you mind if we walk and talk? I gotta go get Bree and Will.” And I want to move to see if the feeling follows us. We headed out the gate to the primary school next door.
Kate trotted to catch up to me. “Are you at your dad’s this weekend?”
“No. I just have to walk Will to Dad’s before I go home. He’s only eight, remember?” I always thought it was sad that the only time I spent with all my siblings together was the walk home from school. Before Stewart chose to ride home, that was. Bree never went past the front door at my dad’s house and Will never came to Mum’s. That was just how it was.
“Oh, yeah.” Kate scratched her freckled nose before shooing away a fly. “You’re lucky, having two houses.”
“Are you kidding? It’s a pain in the arse.” I curled one corner of my mouth.
“You got that right,” Jess added. She knew all about growing up in a broken family.
Kate held up a hand. “You get a break from each parent, though. You always have somewhere else to go when things are turning to shit. And you don’t have to walk on eggshells, knowing your parents hate each other and could start arguing at any minute.”
Aw, Kate.
I hooked an arm through hers, leaning my head on her shoulder.
She had a point. I didn’t miss living in a pressure cooker of tension. Parents who thought it was a good idea to stay together for the sake
of the children were kidding themselves. Plus, Dad had an Xbox and Mum had a PlayStation, so I got the best of both worlds.
“You don’t get a break if one of them takes off,” Jess muttered. With her arms crossed and her chin touching her chest, it didn’t look like she’d spoken at all.
My throat closed off as I studied her. Under my feet, I expected the concrete to crack with the force sucking me down. Jess. What’s going on? I needed to talk to her. But not here. I’d make sure to grab her after dance class. Something shrouded her. A thick cloak of burden that wanted to drag her and me under.
“Isn’t that your brother and sister?” Pauline pointed down the road.
Dragging my eyes away from Jess, the pressure immediately eased. About twenty metres ahead, I could see my siblings leaning against the fence, talking to ... There he is. Ben had Adam with him. My legs were drawn towards him without me having to tell them where to go, the pull between us a palpable force. The tug took hold, permeating my body with a thrill that fed my soul. I didn’t want to fight it. I couldn’t fight it. Did he feel it, too?
Lee was waiting with them and a younger girl. Probably his sister. He’d said Letitia was a strawberry-blonde.
“Where’s Stewart?” Kate sounded almost disappointed. And she was pouting.
Aw, no. Girl, don’t do it. He was nowhere near good enough for any of my friends.
“Spew never sticks around anymore. He’s on his bike and outta here, ASAP. Especially on Fridays.”
Oh, my God. My lids peeled back as I had a realisation. I wonder if Spewart thought the same about me? My gaze shot to Ben. I was a catch. Any of Spewart’s friends would be lucky to have me. But I only wanted one of them.
Those blue eyes skimmed over my friends before landing on me. I stumbled a step. It was totally because of the stupid gumnut under my shoe—the damn things were lethal—not because my legs went a little weak at the smile he sent my way.
Straightening my shirt, I cleared my throat. Nice recovery.
“Hey, Andy. Did you enjoy your trip? Take any photos?” Lee called out as we approached.