The Game-Kirsten Backhard

by Shawnte Borris

  As she poked around in there, I heard a slight pop and a gush sound. When I sat up a bit, I was traumatized. The doctor was soaked.

  “I think we had more fluid in there than what the ultrasound showed.” She laughed.

  “Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” I covered my mouth with my hands.

  “It’s okay, Kirsten. I’m gonna go change and eat dinner. Then, I’ll be back to check up on you.”

  As soon as the door closed, Drew let out a roaring laugh. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

  Janice joined in with him. “She didn’t see that one coming.”

  Half an hour later, after shifting and shifting to try and release the pressure, I looked at Janice. “I think I need to push.”

  The nurse looked in my direction. “It’s just a contraction.” After walking over to the monitor, she said, “They are starting to come stronger. Drew, start rubbing her back. It’ll help with the pressure. Are you in any pain, Kirsten?”

  “Some, but the pressure is worse. Can you give me something for that?”

  “Unfortunately, no.”

  Three minutes later, I was gripping Drew’s T-shirt. “I need to fucking push.”

  “Uh, Janice, maybe you should check on Kirsten. She says she needs to push.”

  “Sure, I’ll check, but you were only three centimeters half an hour ago. Remember, we need to get to ten and fully faced.”

  We positioned the bed, so I was sitting up with Drew still rubbing my back. I concentrated on my breathing while Janice checked me out.

  “Kirsten, you are ready to deliver.” Janice said floored. “I’m gonna call Dr. McKael.”

  I looked over at Drew. “I told you I needed to push.”

  “Don’t push! Wait for the doctor to get here,” Drew wheezed, panicked.

  “Try telling my body that!” I screamed at him.

  “That’s right, doctor. She is fully dilated and ready to push. I know. I’ve never seen anything like this either. Okay, will do.” Janice hung up the phone and started pulling things out of the cabinets. “Dr. McKael will be here shortly. I guess your baby is full of surprises. You can start pushing as soon as she arrives.”

  “Drew, grab my phone and call Liz.”

  “I think we should—”

  “Grab my phone and call Liz and put it on speaker,” I snarled.

  “Pushing that baby out yet?” Liz yelled over the music in her car.

  “Kirsten, honey, I’m here, so let the pushing begin!” cheered on Caroline.

  “I am!”

  “Oh hell, I didn’t mean that literally,” Caroline said.

  “I’m pushing. Get here!” I shouted back.

  “Okay, we’re leaving the airport now,” Liz said before hanging up.

  “I texted our parents and let them know,” Drew said, rubbing my back again.

  “Thanks.” I smiled and rested my head on his abdomen.

  “Well, it looks like we are delivering sooner rather than later,” joked the doctor. “On the next contraction, Kirsten, you can start pushing.”

  Contraction came, and I pushed.

  “Push, Kirsten, push,” cried the doctor for the umpteenth time.

  “I am!”

  “Kirsten, you need to bear down and push with everything you have. You have to push like you are taking a big poop,” said Nurse Janice.

  I looked at her and then at Drew.

  He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Just push, baby. I got you. We can do this together. We are a team.”

  I had tears in my eyes. I let go of my fears and pushed with all my might.

  The room went quiet and I looked up at Drew. That’s when I head the most precious sound in my life. I heard my baby cry for the first time.

  “Drew, would you like to cut the cord?”

  He looked over to me and then down at our baby. “Please.”

  After Drew cut the cord, Janice took the baby to be weighed. I leaned back into the bed and breathed.

  “You did it, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

  I looked up at Drew, and he had tears running down his face.

  “I love you so much, Kirsten.”

  “Kirsten, you stretched well in that short amount of time, but I needed to give you two stitches. When you stop by my office for a check-up next week, we’ll take them out,” spoke the doctor while washing her hands.

  “Drew, what did we have?”

  “I don’t know…I forgot to look.” Drew replied while wiping away his tears.

  The doctor started laughing. “I’m sorry. You have a beautiful baby girl, and she is perfectly healthy.”

  I looked over at Drew. “A girl. We have a girl.”

  “Drew, would you like to come over and see your daughter?” asked Janice.

  “No, thanks. I’ll let Kirsten be the first to hold her.”

  “All right. When I’m done, I’ll bring her over to you. She weighs seven pounds and two ounces. She is twenty-one inches long. She has dark hair, just like her mom.”

  My daughter, Avery Lynn Parker, was born September 15, 2013 at 4:27 p.m.

  Drew

  I can’t believe what I just witnessed. Whoever said that women are the weakest sex is sadly mistaken. Like, holy shit, will I ever be able to look at her vagina the same way again?

  “Drew, honey?” Kirsten called while looking at baby Avery.

  “Yeah, sweetheart.”

  “Everyone is waiting to see what we had.”

  I sat next to her on the bed, pulled out my phone, and took our very first family picture. “They can wait a few minutes longer.”

  “Okay.” She snuggled deeper into my chest. “I love you.”

  Once Kirsten was settled, I went into the waiting room to see everyone. I was shocked when I saw the waiting room was full.

  “Uh, hi.” I laughed while rubbing the back of my head.

  “Drew?” cried Kirsten’s mom.

  “Avery has arrived, and is as healthy as can be.”

  “We have an Avery!” boomed Adam. He started high-fiving everyone around him.

  “Avery?” Kirsten’s dad asked.

  “Yes, my beautiful daughter.” I smiled proudly with a tear running down my cheek. I tried to wipe it away quickly, but my dad had me in a bear hug before I could.

  “Congratulations, son.”

  “Thanks, Dad.”

  “When can we see her?” asked my mom and Kirsten’s at the same time.

  “Now, if you’d like.”

  “Please,” they said in unison.

  Both of our parents followed me into Kirsten’s room. I excused myself and went back to the waiting room.

  “Where did everyone go?” I asked Liz.

  “Mic and his wife went to make dinner at the sports bar. Everyone is to go there to celebrate afterward. Caroline and Adam just took off somewhere. Derek is on his way soon. That just left me and sleeping Ryder here.”

  “I’m glad it’s just the two of you,” I replied, sitting beside her. “I really miss Brad right now.”

  “I do, too. He would have been so proud of you, Drew.”

  “I know, but I’d still give anything to hug him right now.” I reached for Liz and hugged her.

  “A daughter, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I said with pride.

  “You know this means we could officially be related one day.” She laughed.

  I looked at Ryder. “Yeah, everything will be cool until the day he knocks on my door and asks to date my daughter.”

  We both laughed while looking at her son sleeping so peacefully.

  “I guess we better go see Kirsten. She’s waiting to see you.” I picked up Ryder and grabbed Liz’s hand as we walked into Kirsten’s room.

  “Oh, sweetheart, she is absolutely beautiful,” Kirsten’s mom said.

  Both of our moms gushed over the baby until we heard a noise. Both of our dads grabbed their wives’ purses and rushed them out the door.

  “That’s our cue. Congratulation
s. We’ll see you tomorrow when you get home,” my dad laughed.

  Both moms turned toward us, looked at Avery one last time, and smiled.

  “I guess I need to change this little stink bomb.” Kirsten laughed.

  Liz took Avery from her arms. “Please let me. Drew, can you get some wipes. The changing table doesn’t seem to have any. If you go down the hall a bit, I think I saw a baby supply closet. You should be able to find some in there.”

  I hesitantly left the room, but I knew that Liz needed a few minutes alone with Kirsten. Finding the supply closet, I opened the door and stood there in shock.

  I saw the back of Adam’s head, and Caroline’s legs were wrapped around his waist, her skirt bunched up.

  “Dude, seriously?” I asked.

  Adam put his mouth on Caroline’s neck. He muttered, “I can’t help myself. I love the way she gasps when I enter her.”

  I stood there, not knowing what else to say or do. Finally, I stuttered, “Wi-wipes.”

  Caroline leaned over and reached for the wipes. “Here.”

  I took the wipes out of her hands.

  “Congratulations. Now, if you don’t mind, shut the door behind you,” she said.

  I shut the door and placed my back on it. I just started laughing. “Brad, dude, I hope you’re watching this shit.”

  I walked back into the room just as Liz was handing Avery over to Kirsten. “I better get going, so I don’t miss the celebration at Mic’s.” She kissed Avery and then Kirsten.

  Liz gave me a big hug. “Congratulations again, Drew. She is absolutely perfect, a true princess.”

  “Thank you, Liz.” I walked her and Ryder out. “See you guys tomorrow?” I asked.

  “You bet, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. Lord knows, I owe you guys everything.”

  “I won’t. When will Derek be here?”

  “He won’t be here until late tonight. First, he wants to stop in and see Ryder, and then he’ll be over. My guess is he’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning.”

  “Sounds good.”

  I walked back into the hospital and went into the gift shop to buy Kirsten some flowers. “Imagine meeting you two here. Finished already, Adam?”

  “Finished twice. Here, I bought you a pink cigar. Congrats!”

  I laughed. “It’s bubble gum.”

  “It’s all they had.”

  Caroline passed me a beautiful soft pink blanket. “This is from me. Adam and I are going to head over to the Disney store and buy Avery her very first princess dress. We’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

  “Thanks, guys.”

  “Later, dude,” Adam called out while pinching Caroline’s ass.

  I opened Kirsten’s room door and watched her sleep with Avery in her arms. I had never felt so complete in all my life. I walked over, took Avery out of her arms, and rocked my daughter.

  Girls’ Night Out

  Gin and Tonic

  2 oz gin

  5 oz tonic water

  1 lime wedge

  Cosmopolitan

  1 oz vodka

  ½ oz triple sec

  ½ oz lime juice

  ½ oz cranberry juice

  Lemon Drop

  ½ oz vodka

  ½ oz peach schnapps

  ½ oz triple sec

  Cum on My Tits

  1 oz crème de cacao

  1 oz milk

  Panty Dropper

  6 light beer

  ½ bottle vodka

  2 cans pink lemonade concentrate

  Hot Sex

  2 ½ oz triple sec

  Dash of grenadine

  Top with orange juice

  Teaser

  1 oz vodka

  ½ oz amaretto

  ½ oz triple sec

  1 splash of 7Up

  ½ oz lime juice

  Top with cranberry juice

  Tongue in Your Panties

  ½ oz Malibu rum

  ½ oz peach schnapps

  ½ oz Southern Comfort

  Dash of 151 proof rum

  1 splash cranberry juice

  Top with orange juice

  Electric Lemonade

  1 ¼ oz vodka

  ½ oz Blue Curacao

  2 oz sour mix

  1 splash of 7Up

  Bad Girl

  1 ½ oz mandarin vodka

  ¼ oz peach schnapps

  1 oz sour mix

  ½ oz cranberry juice

  Quba Libre

  1 ½ oz rum

  3 oz cola

  1 oz lime

  M.V.P

  ½ oz Malibu rum

  ½ oz vodka

  Top with pineapple juice

  Cherry Popper

  3 oz Malibu rum

  6 oz cherry cola

  2 oz mountain dew

  2 oz pineapple juice

  Tequila

  Don’t cheap out. Get the good stuff. ☺

  New York

  Liz’s Ultrasound: Twenty-Eight Weeks

  Kirsten’s Ultrasound: Six Weeks

  Baby Announcements

  The Score Card

  Play against your friends! For everything you do, remember to record each point as noted below. The couple with the most points at the end of the month wins!

  This is a popular game among the BDHM sisters, and I’m proud to say that Kirsten has been the champion all five rounds so far.

  Example: In the shower, give a blow job and follow up with shower sex.

  0.75 + 1.0 = 1.75 points

  Example: In the shower, give a blow job, swallow, and follow up with shower sex.

  1.75 + 1.0 = 2.75 points

  Worth the swallow?

  Sex: 1.0

  Blow Job: 0.75

  Licky Lick: 0.75

  B.O.B (Battery Operated Boyfriend): 0.50

  Phone Sex: 0.50

  Email Sex: 0.50

  Sexting: 0.50

  Spanking: 1.0

  Hand Job: 0.75

  Backdoor Action: 2.0

  Finger Action: 0.75

  Sixty-Nine: 1.5

  Role Play: 1.0

  Cum on Body: 0.50

  Blow Job with Swallowing: 1.75

  Titty-Fucking: 0.75

  Bondage: 1.0

  Public Orgasm: 2.0

  Outdoor Sex: 1.0

  Vehicle Sex: 1.0

  Water Sex: 1.0

  Introduction of Kirsten Backhard on Goodreads

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  Hey, what’s up? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kirsten Backhard. Before you ask, yes, during high school, the boys use to call me “back-her-up-hard.” I think that was why I was popular. It had nothing to do with the fact that I had beautiful breasts or what the football team might have accidentally seen while I was in cheerleading practice.

  I am from a small community, but let’s face it, I’m way more of a city girl. I was the girl who introduced tampons in the girls’ change room back in junior high. Remember that room? It smelled like socks and had six non-private shower stalls with mirrors all over. When you think about it, those rooms were kinda like your first introduction to really bad porn. Anyway, there was always a girl after gym classed who yelled, “Fuck, who has a pad?”

  Before we get into the really good stuff, I should probably talk about where I came from. For those who have a dirty mind—shame on you—no, this will not be an education class on the birds and the bees or sex 101.

  I came from a middle-class family where my father worked in construction, and my mother was a bank teller. I have two siblings: my older sister, Marie, who has, like, four kids or something, and my brother, Derek, who happens to be my older twin and who is hot. Yes, I don’t mind telling you that. You know what comes from a hot brother? That’s right—super hot friends who I might have taught how to French kiss. What? Don’t judge me.

  We lived in a good community with a crapload of kids. You could tell that most people who lived on our street were Catholic, and they didn’t get the memo on why or h
ow they ended up with so many kids. As for myself, as soon as that first period came, there was no way in hell I was going to have that, so off to the medi center it was!

  In my last year of junior high, we had new neighbors move in. There was a cute girl named Liz. She had brown hair, like me, and green eyes. I know, it’s a weird combination. Anyway, she was a runner, like me, which meant she also had a killer body. Liz and I instantly became best friends. She is totally my better half, and if I ever decide to go muff-diving, I’m totally calling that bitch up. Liz has a brother, Steve, who ended up being gay. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t convert him.

  Today, I am…swallowing hard here…thirty-three years old. Yes, I am thirty-three, but my ass and tits show that I’m much younger. Thank God! I hold a senior executive position at a downtown financial firm. I travel all over the U.S., placing bids on stupid-ass shit for men who are trying to compensate for their small penises. But who am I kidding? I love my job. I love to travel and experience new things. I have no one waiting for me back home, especially not a cat, and I’ll definitely know if I’ll receive a Happy Mother’s Day card in the mail anytime soon.

  My mother recently told me that I should start acting my age and think about settling down. Like seriously? What the fuck? If I had a penis, I guarantee you that this conversation would never happen in a million years. She lives her life by double standards. I, however, do not. I like living my life by my penis, figuratively speaking of course. It has never poked me the wrong direction before, so why start doubting it now? Is it really my fault that it’s always on the prowl?

  Don’t get me wrong. We have had our fair share of amazing, head-shaking experiences. I think it’s only fair to share some of these adventures with you, so you know how much my mother is off her rocker.

  P.S. I love you, Mom. <3

  Every time I write one of these, I want to cry because this is when I realize how blessed I am to have such wonderful people in my life.