Knocked Up on Valentine's Day

by Amy Brent

  She lifted her arms above her head and swayed her hips against my mouth, getting closer to climax. She screamed as I twisted my fingers inside of her with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other, lifting my head and watching her body move in waves. She gripped tightly to the headboard and groaned as her head fell back and her chest arched. I could feel her shaking in my hands as she exploded in orgasm, her juices flowing out and down my hand. I chuckled as a smile washed over her face, and she fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily.

  I sat up and pulled my boxers off, watching as she turned over on her stomach and looked over her shoulder at me, biting her bottom lip. I shook my head and climbed toward her, lifting her ass in the air by her waist and spreading her legs apart. She laid her face on the pillow and grasped the sheets as I moved forward, guiding my cock through her juices and inside of her. She moaned, gripping tighter to the bed as I filled her tight little pussy. I held myself deep inside of her for a moment, taking in the sensations of her warm mound wrapped around my raging erection. My hands gripped tightly to her waist as I pulled out and thrust forward, pushing a high-pitched gasp from her lips. I slowly pulled back out again and thrust hard inside, watching her face twist in pleasure.

  “More,” she moaned out. “Faster.”

  I smiled and gripped tighter to her, starting to push in and out over and over again. She sighed and bit her lip, feeling my big cock slide through her juices. I watched as she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, closing her eyes and writhing in my hands. I moved faster and faster until I was slamming into her, our skin colliding with each other, echoing through the room. She rubbed faster and faster on her clit, her body tightening and releasing as she moved toward another climax.

  I pulled out of her and playfully slapped her ass. She giggled and turned over on her back, her eyes latching onto mine as she pulled her legs up, hooking her ankles around her neck with incredible flexibility. She smiled and lifted her eyebrows as my mouth dropped open. I pulled myself up, putting my hands down on either side of her and pushed my cock back into her, groaning as it dipped down deep inside of her. She felt so amazing, and I had never seen someone look so fucking hot with her ankles resting around her own neck. I slapped my hips up and down, feeling her getting wetter and wetter with every movement. She groaned loudly, watching my cock move in and out of her pussy, gleaming with her juices.

  “Yes,” she screamed out. “Don’t stop.”

  “Yeah,” I growled.

  I moved faster and faster, rubbing her clit with my stomach at every thrust. She moaned in rhythm with my body’s motion, and I could feel the heat rising in my belly. As I thrust again, contacting her hard nub, she screamed out, digging her fingers into her ankles and closing her eyes. Her body quivered beneath me, but I didn’t stop, feeling her pussy tightening around my shaft. Her warm juices filled her, surrounding my cock as I continued to bury myself deep inside of her. She relaxed, feeling the waves of pleasure move through her body like waves on the shore of one of her exotic travels.

  I pulled out and stood over her, rubbing her pussy with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. I groaned, watching her pull her legs down and prop herself up on her elbows, pushing her chest forward and waiting for my explosion. I jerked my shaft faster, feeling it pulsing in my hand. I gripped down hard on it as my hot seed shot out, cascading across her tits and across her neck and lips. I moaned loudly, watching her lick me from her lips, grabbing onto her tits and rubbing the come around. She moaned, closing her eyes as I squeezed my dick hard, letting the last few drops trickle out and fall to her belly.

  I sat back on my heels and breathed deeply as the last of my orgasm floated through my body. She opened her eyes and smiled, gently lying back on the pillow. I jumped up and grabbed a towel from my bathroom and wiped her clean, taking extra care to smooth out the red marks from where she had gripped tightly to her tits. I took the towel back to the hamper and wandered back to the bed, both of us laughing at the imbalance I had from all the alcohol I had drunk. I climbed into the bed and curled up behind her, pulling the blankets over us. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her on the cheek, watching the smile on her face. She yawned and scooted back into me, quickly falling asleep.

  I lay there for several moments, feeling the after-rush of such amazing sex. Normally, I wouldn’t have a girl spend the night, but as I started falling to sleep, I couldn’t even imagine having her leave. I knew those feelings were dangerous, but I was too tired to fight it. I slept harder than I ever had that night, dreaming about traveling and beautiful blue waters.

  The sun from the windows woke me that morning, but I kept my eyes closed, knowing a headache was on its way. I reached forward for Caroline, but all I found were cold, empty sheets. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around, but Caroline was gone and so were her clothes. I turned over and pulled myself out of the bed, groaning at the feeling throbbing through my skull. I pulled on a pair of boxers and walked out into the house, hoping she was just in the kitchen or looking out over the city. However, as I made my way to the fridge for a bottle of water, I realized she was nowhere to be found. Immediately, I thought of Brandt and the first time he’d met Emma. He had told me about how amazing their night was, how they connected on so many levels, and how their sex had been out of this world. When he woke up, though, she was gone without a single word. Caroline had done that exact thing, leaving only the scent of lavender and patchouli behind.

  “What is up with these girls?” I yelled out loud, frustrated at her disappearance.

  I finished my bottle of water and grumpily went to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I sat there with the water washing over me, trying to decide whether to be glad that she was gone or pissed that she had dipped out. She was the first girl in a very long time who I’d had feelings like that for. I turned off the shower and dressed for the day, figuring sweatpants and a T-shirt would suffice for a hungover Sunday. I walked back to the kitchen to start the coffee maker and laughed to myself, finding a note from Caroline. She had figured me out pretty fast, figuring coffee would be one of the first things I went for. I unfolded the letter and read it.

  Trevor,

  What a beautiful morning in New York! I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful. I am off to the islands for some fun in the sun and had to catch my flight. I want to thank you for such an amazing time. I really enjoyed it. I put your record back on the shelf and made sure I had all of my things before leaving. Don’t forget what I said about taking an adventure, being freer, and doing what you want to do when you want to do it. You owe it to yourself to be free and love life. Have a beautiful Sunday. I’m sure we will see each other again one day.

  Xoxo

  Caroline

  I filled a cup of coffee, took the letter down into the living room, and propped my feet up on the ottoman. I reread the thing probably ten times, shaking my head and smiling every single time. She was such a free bird, her whole life nothing but one big adventure. I leaned my head back against the couch and thought about dancing around the room to the music. It was strange and something I had never done with anyone else in my life. It might have been the alcohol that got me started, but it was her that kept me dancing, dancing right through my dreams that night. She was the most interesting girl I had ever met.

  I groaned, rubbing my face, not believing that she was already gone. There was something inside of me that was screaming to have her around me more. I wanted just a little more time with her, but that was off the table. I sighed and tossed the letter on the table, realizing that unless I wanted to become my best friend, pining away for a girl, I needed to get myself together and put that whole night out of my mind. I needed to chalk it up to an amazing night and move on, but I knew I was going to struggle to get her off my mind. What had I gotten myself into?

  Chapter 3

  Caroline

  My toes dug down into the cool morning sand, and my hands smoothed along the shells that had washed
up overnight. The locals were just starting to rise, and across the calm ocean waters, the sky was lit up in bright yellows and oranges as the sun began to rise too. It was a beautiful scene, something that I had been looking forward to, but I still couldn’t seem to relax. Trevor was on my mind, and I couldn’t shake it. Even when I had arrived in Hawaii the day before, I was thinking about him, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset that I had bounced out. I didn’t want to wake him up to say goodbye, and I even left a note so he wouldn’t compare me to Emma when she’d left Brandt over a year ago on Valentine’s Day.

  I leaned forward and brought my knees to my chest, resting my chin and closing my eyes. The warm Hawaiian breeze began to blow, warming my skin from the night chill. I loved Hawaii and had ever since I was a teenager. My parents would bring me here for vacations at a resort on one of the other islands. My favorite part, though, was when we would go exploring, and I would be able to see how the locals lived their lives. I loved to travel, but I hated feeling like a tourist, so whenever I traveled there, I made sure to stay down the coast away from the larger touristy resorts. After my first couple trips as an adult, I made friends and found a bungalow on the beach that was for sale. It was far enough away from the crowds to feel like I was really off the beaten path but close enough for me to get to the other beaches, grocery shop, and anything else I wanted to do.

  I sat on the beach relaxing for most of the morning, not wanting to move from that spot as the sun warmed my skin. When my stomach started to rumble, I got up and dusted off my hands, heading back inside. I slipped on my flip-flops and headed out again but this time, down to the local bar in town nearby. I ate lunch there and had a few drinks, dreaming about how my life might be if I settled down in a place like this. The locals now considered me one of their own since I owned a place there, contributed to their economy, and kept to myself, just trying to respect their surroundings and their way of life. Between the photos on Instagram and the exciting conversations with my friends back home, my life here in Hawaii was pretty quiet.

  I had a really amazing life. There was no way I could deny that. I could come and go as I pleased, visit some of the most beautiful places in the world, and make whatever decisions I wanted to make whenever I wanted to make them. It had been the life I had wanted since I was a kid, and my wanderlust could never be extinguished, no matter how hard my parents tried to put out the flames. I loved my family and my friends, but I wouldn’t give up my lifestyle for anything. Still, sitting there at the open bar, looking out over the lush countryside that most people paid little attention to when they visited Hawaii, I couldn’t seem to get Trevor out of my mind. He had accepted me for the girl I was, wild, open, and free, and I could tell he yearned for a life like mine.

  My biggest issue was the fact that I wasn’t a typical girl. I never dreamed about my wedding day, the man I would marry, or a corner lot in Camden with a big yard for my future children. It worked so perfectly for my two best friends, but it wasn’t for me. Emma had dreamed of a family her entire life, and Gillian was pretty much made to be someone’s wife, and that was okay. But for me, the open scene before me was what I had craved and imagined. I wanted to travel and see as much of the world as I could, even if I was doing it until I was one hundred years old. Maybe my mind would change when I got older, but I had serious doubts about that. Even spending too much time in Camden, or anywhere for that matter, left me dreaming of other places, yearning to board that flight to my next adventure.

  Of course, being as friendly as I was, and always looking to meet people from wherever I travel, I’d met quite a few men, even dated a couple of them along the way. Everything always seemed kosher as far as how I lived my life until it came time for me to start thinking about going to the next place. I understood that most of these guys had a life with real jobs, homes, and responsibilities, but I’d made it clear that my life wasn’t going to change. They were fine with that at first, but in the end, it always became a problem. Not many men could understand what I had chosen to do with my life, and none of them seemed interested in joining the adventure. So, I stayed single, figuring if the right guy came along, I would know it, and I would go from there. Until then, I was going to have as much fun, see as many places, and meet as many people as I could.

  I finished up my lunch with Trevor still on my mind and met up with a group of friends I had made when I was here last time. They were travelers from all over the world, but they tended to stay put for longer pieces of time, especially when the weather was just getting gorgeous there in Hawaii. The rainy season was almost over, and the sun was already heating up enough to make surfing absolutely perfect. They had asked me last time to join their group, but I’d declined, liking to make my own way, especially in those quiet moments where it was just me and nature. While I was here, though, they made excellent surfing partners. We surfed all afternoon and into the evening.

  I paddled out over the surf and realized the ocean was calming a bit, noticing the clouds off in the distance. It was the calm before the storm, and it made an amazing backdrop for the setting sun. The others took off for dinner, but I sat there, lying on my surfboard and watching the colors reflect across the water. These were the moments I was talking about, the ones where it was just me and the sunset. There would never be another sunset exactly like that one, and I got to see it all on my own. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever watched, and I couldn’t help feeling a pitter-patter in my chest as I thought about Trevor. I was starting to think, with as much as he had been on my mind, I should have thrown caution to the wind and asked him to come along, even if for a couple of days. We could have totally been doing it on the surfboard.

  I laughed at the picture in my head of the two of us trying to get down on a wobbly surfboard. We would have ended up drowning ourselves and what a death that would be. I turned and paddled back to shore, wanting to get back to my bungalow before the storm hit. I hopped in my car, threw my surfboard on top, and headed back home. When I got there, I got inside right as it started to rain. I smiled, walking into my bedroom and feeling the cool breeze blow through the windows as the rain showered down. I flipped on the jacuzzi at the front of the room in front of the large window looking out over the ocean and took off my suit. I climbed in and relaxed, laying my head back against the side of the tub.

  I was trying to shift my thoughts away from Trevor, but instead, visions of his hot naked body, his tensing muscles, and him biting his lip as he fucked me the other night came rolling through my mind. I opened my eyes and shook my head, trying to get ahold of my thoughts. He wasn’t there, and it wouldn’t do any good lusting after him. I moved across the tub and laid my arm on the side, facing out the window. My body was already tense from the thought of fucking Trevor again, and I could feel my pussy getting hotter by the second. I stared off into the distance, closing my eyes as the jet in front of me pulsed into my stomach.

  “Fuck it,” I whispered, closing my eyes and letting those visions come back to me.

  I lifted up a little and spread my knees apart, letting the jet blow right into my clit. I moaned out from the force of the pleasure and started to move my hips around in a circle, feeling the water propulsion massaging my throbbing pussy. I imagined Trevor’s mouth latched onto me again, the movement of his tongue like the jets of the water, pushing hard and circling around me. As I let the water pulse against my pussy, I reached up and massaged my breasts, holding onto the side of the tub with one hand. God, it felt so good, but man, did I wish Trevor was there to fuck me along with it.

  I pushed back away from the jets and sat on the other side, my legs spread apart. I closed my eyes, imagining him behind me plowing into my pussy over and over. He reached forward and rubbed my clit, his body pushing back and forth just enough to jam him deep inside of me. I moaned, feeling the pressure against my pussy with my own fingers, picturing him there doing the work. He would pull up and grab my hips, thrusting forward as he pulled me back, meeting hard in the middle. H
is big, hard cock would enter me deeply, linger there for a moment before he pulled back and did it all over again. When he was bored with that, he would flip me over and put my legs on his shoulders, grabbing me by the hips and wasting no time pushing his cock inside of me.

  I could feel the water splashing around me as I fingered myself, moaning into the sound of the rain outside my open window. I could feel him fucking me deep and hard, his body moving faster with every moan. He stopped and leaned forward, grinding his dick into me, his body rubbing up against my hard nub. I screamed out again, feeling the heat in my belly rising. My hands moved furiously against my pussy as visions of Trevor slamming into me circulated through my imagination. I pulled one hand out and held tightly to the tub, the other rubbing my pussy fast as if I were straddling Trevor and riding him, grinding down with my hips as I pulled myself to newer heights.

  I pictured Trevor’s face, watching every movement of my body, his arms strong against me. I could see him grinding his jaw together as I bounced up and down until finally, he thrust into me, holding me hard on his cock, blowing his load inside of me. I screamed out, feeling the waves of climax slam into my body, forcing me to freeze, not even the air in my lungs escaping. As my body began to relax, I sunk back down into the hot tub, opening my eyes and staring at the storm. For the first time in my life, I would have rather seen that man than the beauty of nature.