“So… are we together now?”
“If you want to be. I’d very much like to be with you, but I understand I’ve made you go through a lot in just a few weeks. And that goes double for me. This is more adventure and terror than I’ve ever experienced or wanted”, Callie states.
“I want to be with you, Callie. But from now on, now lies. No white lies, little lies, or hiding the truth from each other. We have to be transparent about everything or else we won’t work.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, hot stuff.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I go in for a kiss but she stops me. She convulses as if she’s going to let out a tremendous burp but lunges to the side of the boat and throws up.
“Holy shit. Are you okay, Callie? You didn’t get seasick last time you were on board.”
She wipes the puke dripping from her face and dry heaves some more before turning over to me for a response.
“I wasn’t pregnant last time I was on board”, she says between burps.
PREGNANT?
“I’m sorry, did you just say pregnant?”
Make no mistake, despite my shaken misdemeanor I was absolutely losing my mind. There were fireworks going off in my head. It was terrible and fantastic at the same time. I’m going to have a kid of my very own. Sure, it was unintentional but it’s happening.
“How long have you known”, I ask her.
“I still don’t know. I started feeling randomly nauseous last night, but that feeling hasn’t really stopped at all since. And my period is definitely late.”
“Do you want to head back towards the shore and get a pregnancy test?”
“What do you want to do”, she asks me as if her decision isn’t the deciding factor.
“I want to know whether or not I’m going to have a kid and a wife”, I tell her trying not to break into tears of joy.
Callie stands up and holds her hands out. “Wife? What do you mean wife?”
“There’s no way I’m going to let you be a single mother. If there’s a baby growing in there and it’s mine, I’m going to make sure the two of us are married”, I explain.
“Married. That’s… a lot, don’t you think?”
My enthusiasm was drained with just that question. I thought she would be overjoyed to be pregnant.
“Shouldn’t we wait until we’re in a more financially stable place”, she asks.
That’s right, I haven’t had a chance to tell her. Yesterday was an eventful day for more reasons than one.
“I’ll be in a financially stable place very soon, my dear. I mean, I’m already in a financially stable place, I just love living in luxury. But I was able to get in contact with the company I used to work for and though it took some convincing, I was able to negotiate an agreement with them. Nothing is finalized yet but I’m confident that I will be working consistently very soon”, I explain.
“Really? But how?”
“Coincidentally enough, by doing exactly what I did after the scandal. I locked myself in my room for days, only instead of sulking I came up with brand new designs. For phones, for buildings, motorized vehicles, factories, a variety of new-- inventions, I suppose you could call them. I showed them to my old boss and he liked them enough to give me a very cautious and restrictive second chance.”
I stand proudly with my hands behind my back excitedly waiting for Callie to respond, like a giddy schoolboy. This time, her surprise is a lot more enthused.
“You’re back in, then. You’re back in AND you have evidence against Jake and Miranda!”
An unexpected turn of events surely, but finally one that works in my favor. Last year may have been the worst I ever had to suffer through, but this year may be on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. Callie sure knows how to make the best of a confusing and hopeless situation. Thanks to her, I’ll be able to press charges on Jake and Miranda, which could mean more money for us and our future child. And our wedding. We’re going to have a wedding.
“I can’t believe we’re going to get married”, I accidentally say out loud.
“Hold your horses there, mister”, Callie playfully exclaims, “I’m not marrying anybody who doesn’t ask me first?”
“In that case… Well, I don’t have a ring on me but”, I laugh as I get down on bended knee and look up at her while I hold her small hands in mine, “Callie Owens-Dennings, will you marry me? I absolutely will not take no for an answer.”
“I suppose I can’t give you a no then. Declan, I would love to marry you.”
My cheeks rise as high as they can stretching out my giddy smile to its limits. I take Callie by her hips and attempt to raise her up and spin her around but she stops me the moment I lift her up off the boat.
“Still a bit nauseous, darling”, she tells me before asking to be put back down.
“Too nauseous to celebrate?”
“Celebrate how?”
I bounce my eyebrows and hope that she understands exactly how I mean to celebrate with her, if she’s physically up to it.
“I think I might be. You want to go back home?”
“What’s wrong with celebrating here? We’re in the deep blue sea, not a single person around”, I exclaim with my arms wide open.
She takes my chin in her hands and forces me to look down at her. “Alright. Fuck me, right here on your boat. I want you to bend me over and fuck me. Hard.”
My eyes were suddenly clouded with desire as I watched her chest heave. She drops down to her knees and starts to unbutton my jeans, then pushing them down to my ankles. I turn her around so that her back is against my chest and undress completely. Callie bends over at the hip and in one swift movement removes her sundress over her head, revealing that she had been going commando since we woke up.
I press my palm between her shoulder blades, pushing her down gently until her hands are against the boat’s floor. After shimmying out of my boxer briefs and pumping myself in my hand a few times, I start teasing my tip at her entrance. She seems desperate. Callie slowly backs her hips into mine, asking me to push into her.
“Wait”, I cry out, “what about a condom?”
“We don’t need a condom. I’m already pregnant, maybe. And if I’m not, I want to be”, she moans.
I hold onto Callie’s hips tightly, borderline aggressively, as I roll them against my dick. The intensity from having only my head inside of her is so powerful that we both fall on our knees. Callie doesn’t seem to mind though, she just arches her back a bit and spreads her pussy for a better entry.
In retrospect, this has gone much further than I was expecting it to, considering everything that has happened in the past 24 hours. We sailed all the way out here in order to talk about our future, and not only did we manage to do that without a hitch, but I proposed to my pregnant… fiance, now.
We’ve only begun but Callie is already moaning in short bursts, while I hold onto her hips for dear life as I thrust into her. It wasn’t too long before I let out a loud moan and held her hips tightly against mine. I look down and see that I’ve already finished inside of her. But I’m not about to stop now. My second wind appears out of nowhere and helps me fuck Callie some more.
I continue to piston away inside her, making her ass ripple with each entry. Callie grabs her nearby sundress and folds it up into a makeshift pillow. She rests her head on it while she uses her hands to play with her tits, instead of holding her up. I thrust the tip of my cock in order to scrape it at just the right places near the entrance of her pussy. Doing this was making Callie moan louder than before. While I tease her, I move my hands from her hips to the top of her back, leaning forward against her back. I run my fingernails down her back leaving eight perfect red imprints until they reached her ass which I then rubbed delicately. My motions aren’t particularly fast or aggressive. Instead, they’re deliberate and fluid. Only once in a while did I make sure to thrust harder, and it was these random moments that ended up driving her
off the wall.
It felt as though we had stepped into an erotic scene from some unrated movie that played at night on HBO, or Cinemax. A pornographic Gilligan’s Island parody, maybe. I never thought I’d be fucking at sea, at least not on this vessel. Maybe on the superyacht, but not on this dingy thing. But even on the superyacht, privacy would be a problem since a superyacht demands at least a handful of crew members to tend to the ship and provide luxury service.
Fucking Callie raw on all fours in the middle of the ocean. I can’t be the only one who’s getting a rise from this situation alone. While I fuck her, I lean to the side to get a look at her face and she looks as though she’s in a cloudy, orgasmic haze. Well, not orgasmic quite yet, but getting there.
Teasing her will only get her so far. I know what she loves, and it’s to be fucked hard.
“Get ready”, I warn her. “It might hurt.”
“Hurt me all you want, Declan. I’m all yours. I’m your plaything, just fuck me until you’re all fucked out.”
My cock twitches inside of her pussy, sending a wave of adrenaline through her that gives her enough energy to start bouncing her ass on my hips. Watching her lower half bounce on me in a circular motion is enough to be hypnotizing but I can’t get distracted. I’ve already cum, it’s Callie’s turn.
I let her do a lot of the work for a while but only so she tires herself out. She doesn't seem to notice. I need to fuck her when she has absolutely no energy to move. Once she’s completely flat on the floor, I’m going to use all of my energy to rearrange her insides with my cock. She'll be worn out and still feel the pleasure of getting rammed.
Her arms are the first to give out followed closely by her legs. Her thighs quiver with fatigue, but I move my right arm beneath her to hold her up. My arm is the only thing keeping her from laying flat on the floor.
But then I hear the magic words.
“Can we switch turn around, I don’t think I can stay in this position for much longer”, she says breathlessly.
Music to my ears.
I lean over, craning my neck to get my face as close to hers as possible to whisper, “No”.
Using my entire weight, I push her entire body against the waxed floor of the sailboat and hold her already immobile arms down. I then fuck her ruthlessly until I feel her thighs twitching once more, coming to life after being fucked into submission. It’s her time.
My tremendous speed and power doesn’t keep me from delivering some long strokes, that please her so much, I notice goosebumps developing along her shoulders and legs.
“Oh, fuck”, she whimpers.
A smile dawns on me as I feel the walls entrapping my cock shrink and tighten, before a gooey substance starts to form around Callie’s warm entrance. She’s creaming again.
She lets out a powerful, orgasmic roar only challenged by the roaring of the waves themselves and then the two of us collapse. Callie’s orgasm was so powerful, I almost didn’t notice that I was experiencing my own. I slip out of her and let both of our sexual juices drip out from between her legs.
“I love you, Declan”, she moans as she remains faced down on her sundress.
From the depths of her sex ruined her I whisper, “And I love you… Mrs. Grew.”
Epilogue
Declan
The applause is deafening and the praise is plentiful, so much so that I feel as though I’m having an out of body experience. I could see myself on-stage with Mr. Miyamoto on my left and Callie on my right wearing her engagement. Yes, engagement ring. Though we had worked ourselves up to get married soon after finding out that she was pregnant with my very own child, we came to our senses and realized that we still didn’t know enough about each other to go through with it and expect it to work out perfectly.
Three years later though, we’ve found that we make a great couple. We haven’t had a single problem communicating with one another and though it often happens that children often tears couples apart, our son only brought us closer together.
I was half expecting our home to turn into some sort of palace of horror, the kind of environment that would be horrible for a developing child. But his birth erased any stress we had in our lives previously. Callie and I were able to set our worries aside and focus on raising and taking care of little Joshua. But with each inch Joshua grew, the better Callie and I were able to act as parents. We ended up buying a ton of books on parenting and moved into a house that had a lot less pointy furniture that was impossible to childproof. My old apartment was a deathtrap for a crawling toddler.
My out of body experience comes to an end when I see little Joshua waving at me in the crowd being held up by his grandma. Standing next to Amelia is her husband Jacob and absolutely nobody else from the Dennings clan.
Jake has been in prison for the past three years and will remain there for another 18 months if I remember correctly. Though things won’t be easy for him when he’s forced to face the real world again. As soon as he’s out of jail, he’ll have to register as a sex offender and not for the reason one might think. Callie chose not to report the sexual assault Jake had committed due to the justice system usually being very unforgiving to victims of sexual assault. But upon further inspection of his laptop, which the police had to take in for evidence, they found a hoarder’s supply of child pornography. Jake is a sick fuck and I’m glad that once he’s back in society, he will not be accepted by anyone. He’s better off rotting in his jail cell since he will have nobody to help him on the other side of the prison walls. Jacob has cut him off completely and has promised us that he’s all but disowned.
Speaking of disowned Dennings children, Miranda is no longer part of the family although she managed to stay out of prison. As I expected, the police were not able to trace the offshore account where Miranda had wired half of my fortune and there wasn’t anything on Jake’s laptop that would incriminate her. As a matter of fact, we couldn’t trace anything back to her even though my testimony clearly stated that she was the only one who would have access to my designs. During Jake’s trial, she even went up to testify against him in a successful attempt to clear herself. She had credible alibis, and was able to blame the theft of property completely on Jake.
Needless to say, they’re no longer on speaking terms.
As for Miranda’s whereabouts, nobody really know where she’s been since she was cleared of all charges. Well, that’s not entirely true. Jacob was the only one getting messages from her which he ignored. Last we heard about her was when Jacob got a frantic voicemail from Miranda saying she had married some older fellow who wasn’t quite as rich as he claimed to be and was stuck working as a waitress since Jacob had cut her off. There’s a lot to unpack there. For starters, why did she marry someone who’s wealth she wasn’t sure about? It’s none of my business, I suppose but I do find some justice in that. She may not be in prison but she’s definitely not free.
Jacob was broken up about having to come to terms with the fact that his children were reprehensible criminals, but Joshua’s birth made it a lot easier for him. Not to mention, he had Amelia by his side the entire time. There’s no way for someone to be depressed when they’ve got someone like her radiating positivity and optimism the entire time.
“But before cutting the ceremonial ribbon, I’d love to have the man behind the first cross state monorail on US soil, Mr. Declan Grew come up and answer some questions. I’d appreciate it if we stayed on the topic of the monorail, please.”
I step up to the podium and thank Mr. Miyamoto for trying to keep the reporters at bay, fruitless as it may be. The first reporter I choose to ask a question, of course, brings up the scandal.
“Mr. Grew, you accused Miranda Dennings of having worked alongside Jake in stealing your--”
The reporter stops speaking when I raise my hand, surprisingly respectful for a journalist.
“I do believe Mr. Miyamoto asked for questions that pertain only to the wondrous achievement we’re here to unveil and celebrate. The case
against Jake Dennings is closed. Thanks to my fiance, Callie, Jake was rightfully brought to justice and that is all I will be saying about it. If you need any more information on the subject, there are plenty of year old articles that can enlighten you. Next question.”
Thankfully for my sanity, the other journalist have enough decency and integrity to stay on-topic. They ask the type of questions I was practicing to answer. How I came up with the idea, where my inspiration came from, what my future endeavors will entail, and other questions along those lines. Mr. Miyamoto steps up to me and takes over.
“Thank you all for your questions, but it is time to cut the ribbon. Mr. Grew if you will”, Mr. Miyamoto says handing me a pair of novelty scissors.
Without telling Mr. Miyamoto, I motion for Callie to join me in the ceremonial ribbon cutting. Callie seems caught by surprise but smiles and holds the scissor handles along with me. Before snapping the shears shut, I feel the cold metal from her engagement band. It’s the only cold feeling I could refer to as comforting. She and I are just months away from promising ourselves to one another for the rest of our lives.
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