Jock's Baby

by Roxeanne Rolling

  I’m grasping my breasts with my hands, cupping them and the feeling is addictive to Jeff’s cock, which is pounding deep inside me.

  “Oh Jeff,” I say again. I’m moaning wildly.

  Jeff’s increasing his speed, which I didn’t even think was possible.

  His muscles look so hot and chiseled, glistening with just the right amount of sweat. His hair is messy but his eyes are shining as they stare directly into mine.

  He grunts tremendously, and gives me one final thrust before he grunts insanely. I can see it in his face.

  But just as he comes, so do I.

  We collapse together, tumbling into the state of immense relaxation that comes immediately after an orgasm of that magnitude.

  It seems that when Jeff and I orgasm simultaneously, the orgasm is much, much more powerful than when I come alone.

  25.

  Jeff

  I wake up and the sun’s coming into Lexi’s room. She’s lying completely naked next to me, her back towards me. She looks perfect. I can see the dimples in her back by her spine, and the sheets have fallen completely away to reveal her perfect figure.

  Her hair is lying across the pillow, making her look to me like a pin up girl.

  My cock is hard—morning wood, as we call it.

  I’ve never woken up happier than I have today. Everything seems perfect. It seems like every challenge and problem are mere bumps in the road, rather than massive conflagration or multi-lane pileups that will take forever to traverse.

  No, I can overcome anything with Lexi at my side.

  So what if I’m not playing football right now? So what if Lexi’s lost her job? We have each other, and we have Mia.

  Lexi’s been working so hard raising Mia on her own, maybe it’s good that she has a break from now on. I have plenty of money, after all, so it’s not like she’s going to need to work. I certainly have enough money to provide a comfortable life for the three of us, not to mention pay off Lexi’s debts.

  It’s not like I’ve been the best saver, but professional quarterbacks do make quite a bit of money.

  I doubt Lexi will ever accept it, though. There’s no way she’s going to take my money if I offer I tot her. But it would be such a relief for her not to have to work.

  Well, there’s only one way to fix the situation.

  One way to make things right.

  One way to make us a complete family.

  And that’s propose to Lexi.

  I creep out of the bedroom, walking slowly and carefully so that I don’t wake up the sleeping and beautiful Lexi.

  I tip toe into Mia’s room, where she’s still asleep in her crib. I stand over her for a full minute just admiring how beautiful my daughter is. I open the blinds and the sun comes in, striking Mia on the head.

  She opens her eyes, and is apparently bothered by the sun, because she starts crying and whimpering.

  “It’s OK, Mia,” I say, picking her up as gently as I can. “Everything’s OK, Mia, Daddy’s here.”

  I hold her against my chest and she stops crying.

  The sun is coming in, Lexi is sleeping in the other room, and everything feels fine with the world.

  “Everything’s going to be fine, Mia,” I say again. “Daddy’s home.”

  I’ve never felt such peace in my heart.

  “There you are,” says Lexi, walking in.

  She sees me holding Mia. “Aww,” she coos. “You two look so cute together.”

  “I think she likes me,” I say.

  “She does,” she says. “I know she loves her father very much.”

  “You know, Lexi,” I say. “I love Mia, and I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” says Lexi. “Very, very much.”

  EPILOGUE

  26

  Lexi

  FOUR YEARS LATER

  “Things have been going really well, haven’t they?” I say, to Jeff.

  He nods sleepily, getting out of bed.

  He hasn’t been a morning person in a long time. Maybe taking care of Mia has done that too him.

  “I’ll make you some coffee,” I say.

  “It’s OK, baby,” says Jeff. “I’ll do it.”

  He walks sleepily right into the wall.

  “Door’s over there, honey,” I say.

  “Thanks,” he says sleepily, finally finding the door and walking through it.

  “Mommy! Daddy!” cries Mia from the hallway.

  “That must be Mia!” I say. “You ready for your first day of kindergarten?”

  “I am!”

  “You sound excited, Mia,” says Jeff.

  “I am!”

  “Good, now come help Daddy with the coffee in the kitchen.”

  “OK,” says Mia.

  “I’ll be right there,” I say, and step out of bed and start going through my clothes.

  I’ve got to find my professional clothes, which I haven’t worn in a long time.

  I pull out some skirts and blouses, but everything feels a little too tight for some reason. Finally, I manage to squeeze into one of the skirts and blouses.

  Today isn’t only a big day for Mia, but it’s a big day for my career too.

  I took a year off after Jeff and I got married.

  Oh? Did I forget to mention that?

  We got married a month after we got back together. Jeff proposed to me the next morning, first thing. He said he simply couldn’t wait any longer.

  Since I’d just been fired, it seemed natural that I stay at home and take care of Mia. I was getting tired of feeling like I wasn’t a parent to her, since she was spending almost all her time with my mom and with Joanne. It worked out for the best, and I’m happy I did it. I wasn’t enjoying my life while spending all my time trying to meet the demands of other people at work.

  At the same time, I’m happy to be back at work now. The difference is that I work for myself, and I get to chose which clients I take on and which ones I don’t.

  The wedding is still fresh in my mind, even though it was four years ago. The time seems to have gone by so fast.

  The wedding was small, a private little ceremony. My mom was there, of course, and Joanne and her family. Jeff invited Tom, who was completely different from the last time I saw him, since he’s sober now, his coach, and his parents, who I hadn’t met before, since they live in Florida now. They come up once in a while to visit, and we try to get down there once in a while, during the winter, when a break from the Boston winters is very much appreciated.

  I’m still a lawyer, but I have my own small practice. I work mostly with under-privileged low-income mothers and fathers, helping them with paternity suits, divorce, and visitation. Basically I’m not a divorce lawyer, but I work with the parents after a divorce or similar instance. I do about half the work pro-bono, since with Jeff’s enormous salary, I don’t need to worry too much about earning money, and can afford to do what I want to do, which is help people, when I have the time, of course.

  Now that Mia’s going to school, I’m moving my work from part time to full time.

  I head downstairs into the kitchen.

  “Mommy!” says Mia. “You look great! Like a doctor.”

  I laugh. “I hope I look more like a lawyer,” I say. “Don’t doctors where those funny blue clothes, Mia?”

  Mia nods.

  “You look great,” says Jeff. I can see him eyeing my blouse and my hips. “Have you put on some weight, because I like it?”

  I blush. “No,” I say. “I don’t think so.”

  “But your clothes are much tighter.”

  “We’ve got to get Mia on the buss,” I say. “Is her lunch packet?”

  “Done,” says Jeff, smiling, holding up a paper bag with a big smile face on it and Mia’s name.

  “Come on, Mia,” says Jeff. “Let’s go get the bus.”

  “Awesome,” says Mia, smiling brightly, and taking Jeff’s hand.

>   “I’m coming, too,” I say.

  “Don’t you need to prepare for the clients?”

  “It’ll be fine,” I say.

  The three of us head out to the street, where the sun is shining brightly. It’s still warm, unusually warm for a Boston September day.

  “It still feels like summer,” says Mia. “I like it.”

  “Me too,” says Jeff.

  “Here comes the buss,” I say, pointing down the street to the big yellow school bus that’s coming trundling down the road, making cute rumbling sounds as it shifts gears.

  The bus stops right here at the corner where we’re standing.

  “Headed to school?” says the friendly bus driver, beaming at us.

  “Yes,” says Mia, suddenly becoming a little shy.

  “It’s OK,” says the driver. “Come on aboard.”

  “It’s OK, Mia,” I say.

  Mia takes one look back at Jeff and me standing here, and then gets on the bus, looking a little scarred, but happy all the same.

  “Bye, Mia,” Jeff and I call together, waving at her.

  She waves shyly from her window.

  “Hey,” says the bus driver. “I know you looked familiar. Jeff Tallborne, right? No way! We’re going to crush everyone this year, am I right?”

  Jeff nods, and waves.

  “I’ll have to get your autograph tomorrow.”

  “Sure thing,” says Jeff.

  The bus door closes and the bus trundles away.

  “I can’t believe our little girl is off to her first day of school,” I say, tears coming into my eyes.

  “Me neither,” says Jeff.

  “I really need to get going,” I say, checking my watch, a fancy one that Jeff bought me last year for our anniversary. “

  “But you look so sexy, baby,” says Jeff, putting his hand gently on my back, and pulling me towards him so that he can kiss me. I kiss him back, gently. “Can’t we have a little fun this morning before you go to work?”

  “I really can’t,” I say. “But I’d love too.”

  Ut-oh. Suddenly, I feel really sick. I don’t throw up, but I lean over and dry heave, as if I’m about too.

  “What’s wrong?” says Jeff, sounding concerned.

  “It’s nothing,” I say. “I’m just feeling a little sick to my stomach. I probably just need to eat, is all.”

  “Wait a second,” says Jeff. “You’ve gained a little weight…”

  I start to protest. That’s not what most women want to hear, for sure.

  “It looks great on you,” says Jeff. “But hear me out. You’ve gained a couple pounds, and you’re feeling sick this morning. Have you had your period recently?”

  Oh…

  “I don’t think so,” I say.

  “Come on,” says Jeff, smiling at me. “Let’s get you to the bathroom to check to se if you’re pregnant.”

  Sure, enough, twenty minutes later we know for sure that I’m pregnant.

  “That’s awesome,” says Jeff.

  I was looking forward to go back to my career, but I have to say now that I have the news, I’m mot excited about having another baby than going back to work. I guess it’s those motherly hormones going to work again.

  “I’m so excited to have another child with you,” I say, kissing Jeff on the mouth.

  He kisses me back.

  “And this time I’m telling you right from the beginning,” I say.

  “Let’s keep it that way from now on,” says Jeff. “Why don’t you call your clients and tell them you’re going to be a little late today?”

  “OK,” I say, falling onto the bed with Jeff.

  Our hands are all over each other, and Jeff’s kissing my neck.

  I close my eyes and enjoy this moment of bliss.

  THE END

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  1.

  Luke

  “Watch out, Luke!” yells Sebastian, right into my ear.

  I swerve the wheel of the RV and we drive right into a ditch on the side of the road.

  “Goddamn Texas roads,” I yell.

  Sebastian’s never pissed though and lets out a whoop. “Let’s get the party started!”

  The girls in the back of the RV come rushing up to see what happened. They’re all wearing string bikinis and their tits are bouncing around enticingly.

  “Shouldn’t we figure out what happened to the RV?” says Eugene, my royal sidekick. He’s basically paid to make sure I don’t get in too much trouble. He acts kind of like an old maid sometimes.

  “Fuck it,” I say, slamming the RV into park and getting out of my seat. “Where’s the beer?”

  “Maybe we should…” says Eugene, frowning, and looking down at a clipboard he’s carrying around. He’s been trying to map out our whole journey, down to the minute, so that he can file his reports back to my dad, the King of Liseria.

  “Catch, Eugene,” says Sebastian, tossing a beer right into Eugene’s face.

  He ducks just in time and the beer explodes as it hits the wall of the RV, sending a foamy spray everywhere.

  I grab the beer can and shake it over my head, going into my interpretation of an American dance, which to be honest probably isn’t that accurate. Basically it just looks like I’m humping the air in front of me.

  “Yee-haa,” cry the girls, as their bikini tops get showered in the beer foam.

  Their nipples are all hard and poking through. They’re hard just thinking about getting some of my royal princely cock. That’s what they’re all here for. I don’t give a shit about their motivations, though. That’s why I brought them along anyway.

  “I’m going to check on the tires,” says Eugene, frowning as always, as he ducks to avoid the girls’ swinging dancing arms.

  “What a prick,” says Sebastian, sidling up behind one of the girls and rubbing himself against her plump ass. “Doesn’t he know how to have any fun?”

  “Yeah,” says one of the girls. “Why’d you have to bring him along? Why don’t we just leave him here?”

  I sigh.

  “He’s not that bad,” I say. “Plus, he’s got to be here.”

  “What is he, your babysitter or something?” says one of the girls. She’s probably the most sullen of the whole bunch. I thinks he thought she was going to have me all to herself when she agreed to come driving across the USA with us in the RV. As soon as the other girl’s showed up, she got really pouty.

  “Basically,” says Sebastian, laughing, and slapping me heavily on the back.

  “You wouldn’t understand,” I say to her. “Things are different in other countries. Have you ever even been out of the US?”

  “Never been out of Louisiana until this trip,” she says.

  “Then lighten up,” says Sebastian.

  Sebastian hasn’t been out of the US either. I forget how we met him now. Most likely I had dragged Eugene to some seedy bar around Boston and somehow we’d met Sebastian.

  They all speak only English. Part of my princely training was learning languages. I’ve been fluent in five languages since I was a kid. I guess all those private tutors and private boarding schools paid off in a way.

  But fuck all that. I’ve had enough of it, and the last five years has been nothing but trying to get all that shit out of my system for good.

  “Looks like we have a flat tire,” says Eugene, poking his head back through the door. The blast of Texas summer heat meets us.

  “Shut the fucking door, man,” I say. “It’s too hot.”

  I’ve been trying to work on my American expression
s, like “man.” Sebastian has been a big help, and I’ve been trying to talk more like him, but I still think I’m missing a little of his natural rhythm, and once in a while I’ll misuse a slang word.

  “Lucas, sir, we’ve got a serious problem. We don’t yet have our camping permit, and we’re not supposed to just park on the side of the road like this.”

  “Stop your fucking worrying,” I say, grabbing the RV door and pulling it closed. I flip the lock.

  Eugene’s too polite to bang loudly on the door, but I can hear his little rapping knocks and his voice calling me.

  “Time for another beer,” I say.

  “Funnel?” says Sebastian.

  “Whoo-hoo,” scream all the girls in unison. It’s like they’ve been practicing or something, the way a chorus for a play would. I don’t even know how many there are. It seems like we gain a couple more every stop we make, so of course the inside of the RV is completely trashed. There are bras and panties and makeup kits scattered all over, not to mention a healthy sized collection of crumpled beer cans.

  “Let’s shotgun ‘em,” I say, drawing my words out like a real Texan.

  “Whoo-hoo,” scream the girls. I could probably say anything and get the same reaction. Sometimes I like to mess with them just to see what they’ll agree too.

  I pull out my big American folder knife that I picked up in some Texas store, and puncture the beers the way Sebastian taught me.

  We all shotgun about ten in a row, and by the end we’re dancing a lot slower and a lot crazier…a lot lazier.

  Sebastian’s got himself all over two of the girls who are fondling his chest. But meanwhile they’re still eyeing me up and down hungrily. They just can’t resist a real life prince in the flesh, even if they’ve never heard of Liseria before in their lives.

  I survey the girls for a moment, while leaning up against the steering wheel.

  They’re fucking hot, that’s for sure. And a couple have removed their tops. Their tits are pert and bouncy and their nipples are rock hard for royal cock. No doubt they’re already wet.