by S. E. Law
“I know, Cameron. But what are we doing? You’re a billionaire CEO whereas I’m an eighteen-year-old girl without a high school degree.”
“You’ll have your degree soon enough,” I growl. “Don’t worry about that.”
She nods, but then bites her lip.
“Yes, that’s true, but you know what I’m saying. You’re a man of the world with experience, whereas I have none. I was literally a virgin when we met, and I didn’t know much of anything.”
“Well, you’re not a virgin anymore,” I say with one brow cocked. “Not even close on that one.”
She laughs, amused in spite of herself, but then grows serious once again.
“Yes, but Cameron, there’s a vast chasm between us in terms of age, experience, and oh, just about everything. I know nothing, whereas sometimes I feel like you’re God himself. How do we bridge that?”
Damnit. I really didn’t want to have this conversation because it takes a lot of courage to say what I want to say. The fact is that I’m in love with Maddy, and I don’t know how to tell her. It sounds ridiculous because formulating the words should be easy. There are only three, after all: I, love, and you.
Yet I’ve never said those words to anybody, and the thought of saying them makes me choke up. There have been multiple times now during this past month when I wanted to tell Maddy, but the phrase always got choked in my throat. So here I am now, tongue-tied and unsure what to do next as my woman looks at me expectantly, with the world in her eyes. Oh shit. What do I do?
Fortunately, the lights dim then and the curtain comes up. Music begins to play and soon it’s reached ear-splitting levels, making it impossible to talk. Acrobats tumble out across the stage, and there’s a clown with a red nose cracking jokes and making the audience laugh. Maddy laughs along with them, the silvery notes of her giggles making my pulse leap and my heart jump. I’ve been saved just in time.
The show is every bit as awful as I thought it would be, but I content myself watching my beautiful girl as she takes in the spectacle. She’s gorgeous and has only become more so during our time together. Her skin glows in the reflected lights, and there’s a sparkle and knowing quality to her gaze that has only been there since I made her a woman. I run my hand up a luscious thigh, and Maddy turns to look at me in the darkness.
Our gazes sizzle and crackle with electricity, and of course, she knows exactly what I want. With a sly smile on her lips, slowly, she pulls her velvet skirt up so that inch after inch of creamy thigh is exposed. My mouth grows dry as more and more of my girl is revealed. Then she pulls it up even more until finally, her perfect pink mound is exposed. Oh shit. She’s not wearing panties, and those lips are already swollen and glistening a bit. My dick jerks to attention and strains at my trousers, dying to get out.
But Maddy has me in a lock. Never dropping my gaze, she parts her thighs, and sure enough, her pink lips come into view. She reaches one hand down and slips them between her thighs, moaning a bit as she teases her clit out of its hiding place. Oh shit. Her clit has always been my downfall because it’s so big and hard, and tonight is no exception. My girl is already at full arousal, and her nub is at least two inches long, stiff and ready for my mouth.
I have to do it. I can’t resist. Slowly, I slip out of my chair and get down on my knees before her. She smiles beatifically at me, and spreads her legs open wide so that that aromatic pink slit is ready for me, and like a supplicant, I lean forward and lick her from asshole to clit.
“Oohh!” she squeals quietly. “Unnnh.”
My girl is vibrating with pleasure, and I want to take her all the way. As a result, my lips latch onto her clit, and I begin alternately licking and sucking the hard nub as she writhes on the red stuffed sofa.
“Cameron,” she moans again, her eyes closed with delight. “Oh god, Mr. Savage.”
“Prop your knees up,” I command in a rasp from my station on the ground. “Give me everything you have.”
Slowly, her eyes open and she smiles wickedly again. Then, like a sweet sylph, she raises her knees so that each high heel is braced on the edge of the sofa, her pink folds out in the open for me to enjoy.
“Oh sweetheart, you look so beautiful like this,” I rasp, unable to take my eyes away from her gorgeous flower. Needless to say, my cock’s out now and dripping from the tip with need.
She giggles a bit and then pops one big breast out of the deep vee of her dress before leaning back and hitching her skirt up even more.
“It’s all for you, Mr. Savage,” she coos. “Give it to me.”
I know what she wants because we’re on the same wavelength when it comes to shared sensuality. I spit in my palm and then reach down and lube myself up. Slowly, I rise to my knees in front of her, probing her sweet slit with my pole.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
She smiles at me again, her breasts heaving.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Oooh!”
Because I’ve done it. In one deep push, I’m cushioned in her wet depths and her walls squeeze me so tight.
“Fuck baby,” I gasp. “You’re tiny.”
Maddy writhes again on the couch as the music reaches ear-splitting levels.
“Give it to me, Mr. Savage!” she screams, her cries drowned out by the noise. “Unnh!”
With that, I pull out and then push in again, the deep squelching sounds masked out by the strains of Vivandot rising and cresting behind us. We come together in fury again and again, but this time, I want something different. I pull out and press my dripping tip against her bottom.
“Baby, this is just like we talked about,” I rasp in her ear. “You’ve done it already, and I know you can do it here.”
I don’t bother to wait for Maddy’s assent because my dirty girl is a butt slut and can take it like the best of them. Sure enough, my huge ten inch member disappears within her bottom in seconds and she lets out another breathless squeal.
“Oh Cam,” she breathes. “Yes, just like that.”
I take a few strokes in her bottom hole, and then pull out and push myself back into her vaginal opening. Then I go back to her bottom hole and take a few strokes before rotating once again.
“All of your holes are mine, do you hear?” I rasp into her ear. “All of you belongs to me.”
By now, Maddy can’t hear me because she’s in the throes of pleasure. She’s getting fucked both ways by a huge cock and her head is tossing on the back of the sofa, that blonde hair spread about wildly.
“Oh Mr. Savage,” she cries out. “I’m about to -”
But her cries are drowned out by my kiss because at the climactic moment, I cover her mouth with my own. Simultaneously, hot jolts of lightning rip through our forms and I erupt in her pussy, spraying her with seed. My lovely girl shakes and clamps, her cunt going wild as it’s pumped full of man milk, and her body soaks it all up because it knows that this is where my virility belongs.
“Oh Mr. Savage,” she cries again, her enormous breasts shaking as her entire body convulses. “Yes, please.”
I let out another roar and spend myself fully in the sweet girl. After all, this is where I belong. With Madeline Mitchell, drinking in her essence while enjoying her curves. This woman is all mine, and I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
30
Maddy
Six months later.
The time has come. It’s my high school graduation and while Cameron and I haven’t hidden our relationship, we haven’t been broadcasting it either. I live at his suite in Le Palms, but I haven’t told anyone about it. I just dissemble and put my head down, praying that people leave me alone.
But now, there’s no more hiding. Cameron has agreed to attend my graduation and I’m so excited. I preen a bit in front of my mirror in my old room at Grace’s house. I haven’t been back here in ages, and my childhood bedroom seems so small. The twin bed looks absolutely doll-sized when compared to Cameron’s giant king, and my desk and chair look positively spindly.<
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But this is where I grew up, and I have fond memories. I look over at my bear in the corner.
“Are you ready to be a big brother, Mr. Teddy? Because I’m expecting.”
It’s true. I glow in the mirror as I run one hand over my slightly protruding belly. It’s not much and you can’t really see because my royal blue gown is very loose as it billows over my body. But as I softly stroke the mound, I feel a flutter inside and know that it’s my baby turning over and giving me a little kick of hello.
“Hi there,” I say with a smile. “I’m so excited to welcome you to the world, and your daddy will be too once he finds out.”
After all, I haven’t told Cameron yet, but I know he’s going to be over the moon. After all, he’s the one who suggested the pulling out method, but he never pulls out! In the months that we’ve been together, I can count on one hand the times he actually managed to pull out in time, and even then, that was after a spurt or two had already blasted into me.
So he should be expecting this, if nothing else. I warned him way back when that I come from a very fertile line of women, and I’m an eighteen year old nymph. Of course he was going to get me pregnant if we didn’t use serious birth control, but my man never seemed to worry about it.
Humming, I place my mortarboard on my head. It looks good. It too is royal blue, and my blonde hair spills out from beneath it, a mass of spun gold on my shoulders. My skin is glowing and my cheeks pink. Plus, my mouth has that just-kissed look that it always has now because Cameron is so tender with me at every chance he can get.
Smiling, I go downstairs in my cap and gown to where my Aunt Kathy and my mom wait.
“You look beautiful!” gasps my mom, getting up to give me a hug. “Absolutely gorgeous. I’m so proud of you.”
Kathy nods as well. She’s blonde, like my mom and me, but there’s something witchy about her. Her make-up is often spackled on, and today, she’s wearing a tight green mini-dress even though most people wear loose florals to graduation ceremonies.
“Hi honey,” she says in her drawl. “How have you been, Madeline?”
I smile at her.
“I’m good. I’m finally graduating, so that’s a relief.”
She eyes me up and down.
“And what comes next after graduation?”
The truth is that I’m not sure. I got into a few schools but I haven’t committed yet. Not just that, but with the baby on the way, I’m not sure what’s next in store for me. Maybe I’ll put off freshman year for a year and have the child. Or maybe I’ll take a few years off while I tend to my beautiful boy, and enjoy being a mama. Whatever path I choose, I need to talk with Cameron first.
“Well, you know I got into Nevada State,” I say with a smile. “I’m thinking about going there come fall. I said yes, but they didn’t make me put down a deposit, so I’m still free to change my plans.”
Kathy sniffs.
“What school doesn’t make you put down a deposit?”
I shrug.
“A lot of schools these days are very sensitive about their students’ finances. They know that a lot of us don’t have much, and that the cost of college can be a huge burden. So many schools no longer require a deposit. They want to provide maximum flexibility financially and emotionally, so they just take you on your word.”
Kathy sniffs again.
“Much good that must do. I bet there’s lots of movement in the student body come September.”
I shrug. My aunt is being a bitch, but I’m not going to let her ruin my big day.
“Maybe, but the schools have learned how to deal with it. I’m just glad I didn’t have to commit because I think it would be stressful.”
I don’t add that it would be additionally stressful for a pregnant woman, and that I don’t want to harm my baby. Instead, I smile genuinely.
“What’s new with you? Didn’t you have that new boyfriend, Bobby What’s-His-Name?”
Kathy makes a sour expression and her mouth puckers up as if she’s just eaten a lemon.
“That douche was an idiot. He got himself fired as a dealer at Le Palms, can you believe it? It was for truancy or showing up late too many times. Something like that. But I heard you can help me …” she says, her words trailing off.
I shoot a sharp look over at my mom, and Grace’s expression is pleading.
“I know we weren’t supposed to tell anyone, sweetheart, but Kathy is your aunt. She’s family, and she has a right to know about your relationship with Cameron Savage.”
I bit my lip in anger. No one has a “right” to know about my personal life. This is mine and Cameron’s business and our business alone. But I manage to keep a calm expression because after today’s graduation ceremony, everyone’s going to know anyways. So I guess it doesn’t matter too much.
“I can ask Cameron about your boyfriend’s job,” I say in a calm tone. “But I can’t promise anything.”
Kathy smiles silkily.
“Oh good,” she says. “You do that. I’d appreciate it a lot, Maddy.”
I swallow the bile rising in my throat.
“Sure, no problem,” I manage before turning away. With that, the three of us get into my mom’s old Honda Accord and zoom off towards the high school. Soon we arrive, and I drop my mom and aunt off at the front in order to wander to the back. It’s a sweltering day and the heat practically comes in waves off the red dirt of the field where we’ll be having the ceremony.
“Man oh man,” says Sarah Rivera, a friend of mine. She takes off her mortarboard and wipes her forehead with one hand. “I’m dripping with sweat.”
I’m beginning to perspire as well, but I manage a smile.
“Why aren’t they having it in the auditorium or the gym?” I ask. “Wouldn’t it be way cooler in there?”
But Sarah merely shrugs.
“Yeah, but the A/C broke, and even the back-up generator is down. Thus, our field of dreams,” she says with a sweeping gesture to the parched-looking expanse of grass. There is a small stage there, with chairs set up on it, as well as the swell of folding chairs facing the stage. God. I can’t imagine being out here for two hours straight in the direct sunlight, but then again, I guess we don’t have a choice.
“I’m going to go get some water,” I say with a grim smile. “Do you want me to get you a bottle too?”
Sarah wipes her perspiring face with one hand again. Her nose and cheeks are glistening, and she looks like she’s about to melt.
“Yeah, that would be good,” she says. “Thanks.”
With that, I stride off purposefully, looking for the refreshments. But alas, they’re nowhere to be found, and I find myself hunting around for Cameron instead. Where is he? He said he was coming to my graduation, so why haven’t I seen his tall, dark form yet? I’m so proud to finally be showing him off at my side, and yet he’s not here. The celebration is going to start in ten minutes or so, and my man isn’t usually late. I wonder when he’ll show up.
But I can’t linger. Quickly spotting the refreshment stand, I grab two bottles of ice water and head back to where the graduates throng.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats,” booms our principal’s voice over the speaker system. “We’ll be starting the ceremony shortly.
Obediently, we sit in the white folding chairs and I look surreptitiously over my shoulder. There’s my mom and my aunt, sitting over by the right side. Grace sees me and waves excitedly while my Aunt Kathy merely purses her lips and frowns again. What’s got her so upset recently?
But there’s no sign of Cameron and my shoulders slump a bit. Is he not coming? Did he change his mind?
That can’t be it, the voice in my head says. He loves you. Of course he’s going to come.
But that’s the thing: Cameron is nowhere to be found and the butterflies in my stomach start making me feel nauseous. Is he really going ditch me on this big day when we’re finally supposed to reveal ourselves? I don’t want to believe it, but it kind of s
eems like that’s what’s happening.
The ceremony begins and I sit there stiffly in my chair. Speeches are made, but I don’t hear them. I smile woodenly, still covertly looking around to see if my lover has come, but there’s no trace of him whatsoever. My heart sinks and as if in answer, the baby kicks me hard in the stomach.
“Oof!” I gasp.
Sarah stares at me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I say wanly while reaching for my water. “Just felt a little overheated.”
My friend blows a couple of sticky bangs out of her face.
“Tell me about it.”
Suddenly, I hear my name called by our principal and stand up to walk to the stage. I take a breath before mounting the stairs, and then paste a bright smile on my face as I begin striding across the flat platform. But that’s when things go haywire.
“She’s a slut!” screams a voice from the audience. “Slut! Slut! Slut!”
I gasp, turning to see who it is. To my horror, it’s my Aunt Kathy standing in her seat, pointing her finger at me as if shaming me from The Handmaid’s Tale.
“Slut!” she screams again. “This so-called honor student has been living with a man double her age, and acting like a slut the whole time! Don’t be fooled! Slut, slut, slut!”
I gasp and my cheeks go red. My ears begin to ring even as a commotion begins.
“Please sit down,” the principle booms into the microphone. “This is not the place.”
But my Aunt Kathy can’t be contained.
“Madeline Mitchell is a slut of the highest order who sleeps with older men for money!” she screams. “Did you know there’s a prostitute in your midst? She doesn’t deserve a degree! Plus, the slut is pregnant, did you know?”
This time, I crumple to the stage floor. How did my aunt know I was pregnant? Why is she outing me now? I slump to the ground, but not before a mechanical whirring sound begins to fill my ears. What is that?
Craning my head, I look up and see a giant black bird in the sky. But it’s not a bird, or at least not an avian of animal origin. It’s a helicopter and as my aunt continues to scream, the thwap-thwap of the rotors gets louder and louder until the wind begins to stir our hair. Then, to my surprise, the helicopter lands in the field about a hundred feet away from the stage, and the unmistakable form of Cameron Savage bounds from the machine, a look of rage on his face.