The Game-Kirsten Backhard

by Shawnte Borris

  Drew slid his dick inside me and moaned.

  “Faster…harder.”

  I wanted more, so much fucking more. I started teasing my own breasts while thrusting my hips harder.

  “Oh…ah…” I moaned louder. “Harder, Drew! Fuck me harder!”

  I was flipped over onto my knees with my ass up in the air. I didn’t think that his dick had even had time to come out.

  “Oh god! Just like that…harder!” I had one arm stretched out in front of me, and the other one was holding the purple toy, allowing Drew to go in as deep as possible.

  “I can’t,” he panted. “You’re vibrating the shit out of my dick.”

  I quickly pulled it away.

  “I never said to stop. It’s a new sensation. I like it,” he said.

  I put it back and kept rubbing myself out. “I love it when your balls slap against my ass.”

  Drew leaned forward and started biting my neck. “Prepare yourself.” His dick stood tall inside me as he let go.

  This very moment was my favorite. He filled me like no tomorrow, like he always does when he comes. It always makes me hornier. I rode him as hard as I possibly could, getting sheet burns on my knees.

  “Fuck me, Kirsten. What the hell was that?”

  We both rolled onto our backs.

  I let out a giggle while putting my pleasure toy back onto my throbbing clit.

  “Seriously? How are you not finished?” Drew asked in astonishment.

  The vibrator was making a funny sound every time it went over my clit, and I snicker each and every time I heard the sound. I ignored what Drew was saying, and I just concentrated on the joyous feeling. Between the sound, the feeling, and being stoned off the NyQuil, I thought this was the best thing ever.

  “I’m gonna hop in the shower while you finish,” Drew said, getting up from the bed.

  Still lying in bed, I just kept at it while laughing my ass off. Tears were running down my cheeks.

  “You’re still at it?” Drew asked when coming out of the bathroom, “I think I need to take that away from you.” he said, while slowing pulling away my new favorite toy.

  I was still laughing.

  “Kirsten, are you stoned?”

  “I think so, and let me tell you, stoned sex is freaking awesome! I don’t even feel sick anymore.”

  Drew crawled into bed, covered us in blankets, and spooned me. “You make me laugh.” He kissed my neck. “Get some sleep.”

  After taking a shower with Drew in the morning, we headed downstairs to have breakfast.

  “I’m starved,” I said.

  Drew grinned. “You should be, you little devil.” He patted my ass as we headed down the stairs.

  We joined up with everyone. They were already eating.

  Drew pulled out my chair, “Would you care for coffee?”

  “No, thanks. Orange juice would be great though.”

  “Orange juice is coming up.” Before he left, he pushed in my chair and kissed the top of my head.

  “I didn’t realize they curled in Mexico.” Liz and Brad laughed.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked.

  Caroline mocked, “Hard, harder!”

  “Fuck me harder, Drew,” moaned Liz.

  “Guess you didn’t need those ginkgo biloba condoms that I brought, huh?” teased Meg.

  My face instantly went red. “Do not tell me that you guys heard all of that,” I said, mortified.

  “Honey, the whole damn hotel heard you!” Caroline declared a little louder than necessary.

  I sank down into my chair. “Shut up,” I whispered.

  Brad let out a roaring laugh.

  I was shoving the last piece of bacon into my mouth. “What is on the agenda today?”

  “Caroline and Meg are going zip-lining, and since I can’t do that with being pregnant and all, I thought I’d go into town and do some shopping. Want to join me?” Liz said.

  “Sure,” I said.

  “Make sure you girls take hotel security with you,” stated Brad.

  Liz kissed him. “Of course, my love.”

  “What about you boys? What’s your plan?” I asked.

  “Drew and I are going deep-sea fishing,” Brad said.

  We all stood up and pushed in our chairs.

  “Let’s say that we’ll all meet up at the tiki bar around five?” Drew suggested.

  “Sounds good,” we all said.

  Caroline and Meg left. The four of us went back to our rooms to change.

  “Babe, you think it’s safe for you and Liz to go shopping without Brad and me?” Drew asked from the bathroom.

  “I’m sure we’ll be fine,” I replied, peeking my head in the bathroom door. “I love how concerned you are.”

  He stopped brushing his teeth. “That’s because I love you.”

  I smiled at him while putting on my walking shoes.

  “Are you feeling well enough to go?” he asked walking out of the bathroom.

  “Stop worrying, babe. I feel fine, and I promise that if I feel tired, I’ll come back and have a nap.”

  We walked across the hall to Liz’s room. I opened the door, but Drew closed it right away.

  “Uh, Drew, the door kinda needs to be open, so we can walk through it,” I said.

  “I know, but what if they are getting busy or something?”

  I started laughing as I opened the door again. “Hey, bitch, I’m here. Hurry up and finish sucking Brad off, so we can get going.”

  “Oh, this is pretty.” I held up a beautiful blue maternity dress. “Look, it has spaghetti straps. It gathers at your boobs, and it has room for your cute baby belly. I love it! Think it’d be okay if I bought one for me, too?” I put it up against my body, admiring it.

  Liz dropped the hanger that was in her hands. “Kirsten?”

  I looked at her after realizing what I’d said. “Oh no,” I said, waving my hands about. “I’m not pregnant unless you can get pregnant from a vibrator. I just think it’s really cute, and I can wear it on bloated period days.” I held up the dress one more time and twirled it around in the air. “I’m buying this for you.” I put the dress over my arm and walked toward Liz. “What are you looking at?”

  “These cute baby shirts.” She held one up that said, Dude, your girlfriend is checking me out.

  “Oh my god! We’re so buying that shirt!” I clapped. “Drew will love it.”

  “What if it’s a girl?”

  I lifted a different shirt. “Then, we’ll buy this one.” It said, If you think I’m cute, you should check out my mom.

  I put the dress and the two baby T-shirts on the counter. “Hey, check out these cute stuffed animals. This monkey is holding a bottle of tequila. I’m adding it to the pile.”

  “I can’t put that in my child’s room,” Liz said.

  “Why not? You let Adam come over. Why not add another animal?”

  “True.” She laughed.

  “Look,” I gushed, walking over to another rack. “They have mini suits with ties…and cute sparkly pink dresses. They’re so cute,” I said, returning to the counter with the clothing in hand.

  “Kirsten, put them back,” Liz told me in her stern mother voice.

  “Why?” I lifted them up again. “Look how cute they are.” I put them back on the pile on the counter.

  “We’re not buying clothes for both sexes,” Liz said, rolling her eyes.

  “Fine.” I pouted while putting them back. “Don’t worry, pretty baby outfits. When she’s not looking, I’m buying you.”

  “May I help you ladies?” asked the beautiful woman behind the counter.

  “We’d like to check out, please,” responded Liz.

  “Did you find everything you need?”

  “Yes,” Liz said.

  “No,” I said.

  The woman gave us a funny look.

  “Liz won’t let me buy those two cute outfits over there.” I pouted again, looking at Liz with my lip hanging out.

>   “Kirsten, we don’t know what we are having yet. I don’t see the point of buying everything in the store.”

  “Fine,” I grumbled.

  “How far along are you?” the woman questioned with a genuine smile.

  “Around twenty-eight weeks, give or take.”

  “You don’t want to know the sex of your baby?”

  “We do.” Liz smiled while rubbing her belly. “We can’t get in to see the ultrasound technologist until the middle of December for our final ultrasound.”

  “It would be nice to know now,” I added while rubbing Liz’s belly. “It would make shopping for this little peanut a lot easier. This auntie wants to spoil it rotten.”

  “I could call my husband and ask if he could fit you in,” the woman offered. “He’s a doctor at the medical centre here.”

  “Really?” I asked immediately.

  “Yes, but he’d only be able to see you for a quick ultrasound.” replied the woman.

  Liz put her hand on my arm. “I’m not sure…if I should do that without Brad. He’d fucking kill us if we knew before him.”

  I spit in my hand and offered it to her.

  “What the fuck, Kirsten? Gross,” Liz said.

  “Good thing she has hand sanitizer on the counter.” I eyed Liz. “Please.”

  Liz looked at me for a moment. “It would make shopping easier.”

  “Yeah!” I held out her palm. “Now, spit on your hand.”

  She spit on her hand, and we shook hands like we were five.

  “We promise to never let Brad or Drew in on our dirty little secrets.”

  Then, we pulled our hands apart. “Ew,” we both said at the same time.

  The sales clerk squirted two pumps of sanitizer in each of our hands. “Should I call my husband?”

  “Absolutely,” Liz said with a huge smile.

  Liz and I sat in the tiny dark room with a little computer screen.

  “You don’t think he’ll come in here and demand to see my vagina, do you?” she asked.

  “We are in Mexico. You never know,” I teased while playing with the plastic vagina model. “Hey, check it out. Open…close…open…close.”

  Liz laughed. “Stop that!”

  “Why? That’s what your vagina is gonna be doing. You’ll never be tight again.”

  Liz started crying, and I started laughing.

  “I’m sorry, Liz. I didn’t mean that.”

  “Yes, you did. What if Brad doesn’t want in it after it’s loose?”

  “Seriously? I can’t believe you just said that.” I shook my head and put the open vagina back on the counter. I went over and sat beside her. “Edison, that man loves you. When we were in school, the whole damn college campus knew how much he loves you. I highly doubt that he won’t want in it again.”

  “You sure?” She sucked back some snot.

  “I promise.”

  “Hello, ladies. I’m Dr. Von. How might I help you today?” He shook Liz’s hand and then mine.

  “Your wife said that you would be able to tell us the sex of the baby,” I cheered.

  “How far along are you…Mrs. Edison?”

  “About twenty-eight weeks, and please call me Liz.”

  “So far, have you had a normal pregnancy?”

  “Yes.”

  Dr. Von looked up from his chart. “Your weight looks good. Any swelling in your feet or hands?”

  “No,” Liz answered.

  “How about your baby, can you feel any movement yet?”

  “Yes, for the past three weeks or so, but it’s starting to feel stronger now.”

  “Good. That’s what it is supposed to feel like.” Dr. Von put the chart on the counter. “Liz, why don’t you hop up on the table? We’ll take your blood pressure first. Then, you can lie down and cover yourself with this sheet. Before we see your son or daughter, let’s check the heartbeat first.”

  “For real?” I asked, bouncing in my chair.

  I got up, stood beside Liz, and held her hand.

  “Your blood pressure looks great. In this heat, just make sure that you drink more water than juice. Will this be your last vacation before your child is born?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. A pregnant women shouldn’t really fly after thirty weeks.” said the doctor.

  “That’s what my doctor back home said before we left for this trip.”

  “While I set up the monitor, please lie back, and we’ll begin in a few moments.”

  “Liz, I can’t believe this is happening.” I said excitedly.

  “I know.” Tears were forming in our eyes. “We’re finally going to see him or her.”

  “I can’t believe how much I’ve missed out on.” I cried.

  “Kirsten, don’t cry. You’re here now.”

  “I just…working in Chicago….”

  “What are you saying?” Liz asked while wiping my tears away.

  “I hate it there, and my boss is a total twatwaffle.”

  “Okay, Liz, the gel is going to be cold,” Dr. Von said.

  Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

  I looked around the room. “What is that noise?”

  “The baby,” the doctor replied.

  “Where?” I asked, looking around the room once more.

  Liz started laughing hysterically. “That’s the baby’s heartbeat, dumbass.”

  “Really?”

  We listened quietly for a few minutes.

  “It sounds so fast,” I said.

  “It does,” Dr. Von replied while looking at his watch.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked, panicked.

  “Yes.” He looked up and smiled. “Considering the rate of the heartbeat…shall we see if I’m right on the sex of the baby?”

  “Yes!” Liz and I shouted.

  “I’m going to turn the screen, so we can all see it together for the first time.”

  I took a deep breath and squeezed the hell out of Liz’s hand. “You sure you want to do this? I mean, I feel kinda bad that Brad is not here.”

  “No, we’ve never stepped down from a really stupid idea before, and we are not going to start now.”

  “Okay. Ready, Mom?” asked Dr. Von.

  Liz nodded. “Yes.”

  We both held on to each other for dear life.

  “Here he is.”

  “He?” Liz cried.

  “He,” confirmed Dr. Von.

  I couldn’t help it. I started crying, and Liz cried even harder. We looked at each other and back to the screen. From what our eyes saw and what our ears heard, we both sat there and did the ugly cry.

  “He’s beautiful, Liz.”

  “He is, isn’t he?”

  “Liz, I printed off the ultrasound pictures of your son,” the doctor said. He put them on the counter and picked up her file. “Looks like he weighs about two pounds, and he’s fourteen inches long. I’d say his arrival should be around mid-March.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Von,” she said.

  “When you are done wiping off the gel, you can get dressed then you’re welcome to leave.” First, he shook my hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you beautiful ladies. Have a great finish to your holiday.” Then, he shook Liz’s hand. “You have a beautiful healthy son. Congratulations.”

  Liz sat on the table and I passed her the pictures off the counter. We both just stared at them.

  “Liz, you okay?”

  “I don’t know how to raise a baby, especially one with a penis.”

  “Sure you do. We’re going to raise him together, every step of the way.”

  “Oh, thank God! There you two are.” Brad sighed with relief.

  Liz and I slowly sat up from Liz’s bed. “What’s wrong?” we both asked.

  Brad sat beside Liz on the bed and hugged her. “You didn’t meet us at the bar at five, and when I asked the security guard if you guys were back from town, he said that he came back alone hours ago.”

  “What time is it?” I asked, looking for a clock.

/>   “Six.”

  “At night?” questioned Liz.

  “Yes, six at night. What time did you come back from town?” Brad asked.

  “I don’t know. Around three?” Liz answered.

  “Yeah, I’d say three,” I confirmed.

  “Did you guys have fun?” Brad kissed his wife’s head.

  “Yeah, but we really didn’t buy anything. Just some knickknacks for our moms, and I picked up those beautiful paintings for the baby’s room,” said Liz.

  The door flew open.

  “Brad, I can’t find them anywhere. Oh, thank God!” Drew came running toward me and kissed me. “Baby…” He looked me up and down. “Are you okay? Why are you in Liz’s room?”

  I cupped his face. “I’m fine, Drew. Liz and I did some shopping, and when we got back, we were both tired, so we took a nap.”

  “You girls scared the shit out of us.” Drew hugged me tight.

  Meg came whipping around the corner. “The hotel staff said they didn’t recall seeing them…and we checked all the huts on the beach and,” Meg stopped and stared at us, “Jesus Christ, we thought someone kidnapped you,” Meg cried out. “I gotta call Caroline.” Meg pulled out her phone. “Caroline! They are here in Liz’s room. Looks like they were napping. Yes, they’re fine. Okay, I’ll tell them. See you in a few.”

  “Caroline is going to go fucking apeshit on both your asses. What are you guys doing up in the room? We were supposed to meet up at the tiki bar.”

  “Sorry, Meg. We were tired, and we feel asleep. It’s not like we planned on sleeping for three hours,” I grumbled. The wrath of Caroline was never fun.

  “Are you feeling okay? Is the baby all right?” asked Brad with concern.

  Liz and I looked at each other with guilt-ridden faces.

  “Girls?” Brad asked.

  We both broke into tears.

  Brad put his hands on Liz’s stomach.

  Caroline skidded to a stop when she came into the room, “What the fuck? Why are you two dipshits crying? Do you have any idea how worried we were?” lectured Caroline.

  “Not now!” growled Drew.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “We don’t know. If you’d shut the hell up, we could find out,” Drew said.

  Liz and I broke into another round of hysterical cries.

  “I made her do it,” I wailed.

  “But I wanted to do it as much as she made me do it,” Liz howled.