“Nope,” I said then took a long drink, gathering my courage to tell her what a piece of crap I used to be. “We didn’t date at all.”
She looked confused. “Then how in the world did you get her pregnant?”
“Tanya was my best friend’s girl. It was my last night in town before I had to leave. I’d broken up with my girlfriend of two years, a few weeks before that. Jeannie was heading to college in California, it was a mutual split with no fighting. We knew our futures were heading in different directions. I was going to be a career Navy man, she was going to be a marine biologist.”
Ivy looked at me with no judgment in her pretty eyes. “So, you screwed your best friend’s girlfriend before you left?”
I nodded then took another drink of the beer, finishing it off. Getting up, I went to grab another one. My nerves were on edge. I’d never told a soul my story. Only Tanya and I knew the truth. And with this book, so would the rest of the world, including my old best buddy.
Ivy was busily writing things down when I sat back down and popped my beer open. “Okay, so do you want to tell me how you went about getting this girl to sleep with you?”
“Well, I went to her house. I told her my friend Danny wanted me to pick her up and take her to him. I had my plan in place already. No one was at my house, I was going to take her back to. It was a shitty thing to do on my part. But I’d wanted a taste of that girl for a long time. I was about to leave, and God only knew what would happen to me in the military.”
“Okay, I can see that. You were leaving your friend behind anyway. You never had to look him in the eyes again. Shitty yes, but I can see your side of it,” she said. “This girl was a willing participant, wasn’t she?” Ivy gave me a hard stare as she waited for my answer.
I nodded. “She was. And she was also a virgin.”
“Shit! You took her virginity? You stole your best friend’s prize?” Ivy asked as she wrote some more things down.
“I did,” I said then chugged the beer. It was harder telling the story than I thought it’d be.
The truth was, I was ashamed of myself. But I had this one chance to rectify it. Or so I thought.
“Okay, get to the meat of it,” Ivy said. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
“I took Tanya to my parents’ house. Like I said, no one was home. I took her up to my bedroom. She finally asked where Danny was and I told her, he wasn’t coming. I told her what I wanted.”
“And what did she do then?” Ivy asked as she looked fascinated.
“After I told her that I knew she was a virgin and I wanted to fuck her,” I said, unable to make eye contact with Ivy. “She began to take her clothes off. She didn’t say a damn thing. She just undressed and walked up to me. I was sitting on the bed, and she took my shirt off and placed my hand on her breast that was pretty small.”
“So, she wanted you too,” Ivy said as she wrote it all down. “Did she ever say anything to you?”
“Not at that time. In silence, I sucked her tit, while I played with the other. Then I laid her down on the bed and pulled the rest of my clothes off. My cock was rock hard for her. That sweet virgin pussy was bare, she kept it all shaved up, nice and neat. Not what I had expected to find. I had to kiss her there.”
Ivy seemed confused as she asked, “She was a virgin, but she let you kiss her there?”
I nodded. “My buddy had told me that he and she’d made out pretty hardcore a few times, but she was adamant about not letting him handle her pussy. He’d never so much as touched it with his bare hand and there I was eating her out. It was an odd rush. We were both doing so wrong, but it felt so damn hot. I don’t think either of us could’ve stopped if we wanted to.”
“And neither of you wanted to. Is, that right?”
“That’s right,” I said then took another drink. “I gave her the first orgasm she’d ever had. That’s what she told me, anyway. When I licked her until she came with a shriek, she looked at me with wild eyes and said that was the first time she’d cum. And I hurried to taste her, sticking my tongue into her virgin hole and lapping up the juices she’d given for the first time. And let me tell you, it was sweet as honey.”
Ivy picked up her beer and drank it all in one gulp. “Mind if I have another? It’s kind of hot in here.”
With a laugh, I got up and went to get her another cold beer then brought it back to her. “For someone who writes pretty steamy stuff, you sure are getting worked up over what I’m saying.”
“Yeah, I always get pretty heated when I write those scenes.” She took another long drink then gave me a nod. “Please, go on.”
Leaning back, I watched her writing as I went on, “Tanya pulled at me to move up her thin body. My cock was aching for her, and I think she was aching to feel it inside of her. I thrust it in with a hard push, and she screamed when I did. I waited a moment to let her get used to me then I took her with a hunger I’d never had before. Her tight pussy squeezed the hell out of my thick cock. I’d never felt anything like it.”
“And you stole that feeling from your best friend,” Ivy reminded me.
“I didn’t look at it that way,” I said as I leveled my eyes at her. “I looked at it as my reward for what I was about to do. Serve my country.”
“Is that what had her giving you what you wanted?” Ivy asked. “Did you ever ask her that?”
“I didn’t ask. Maybe that’s why she was so compliant. I don’t know. All I was thinking about was fucking the shit out of her and getting that little fetish out of my system before I left for boot camp then war.” I picked up my beer and took a drink as I looked at her over it. “I thought I deserved it.”
“And your buddy never entered your mind during that whole time?” she asked me as she frowned.
Shaking my head, I found her disappointment frustrating. “No, he didn’t. The only thing on my mind at that time was getting my rocks off in that sweet virgin cunt I was pounding my cock into. And she didn’t hate it, either. Her legs were wrapped around me as she arched up to meet every thrust my cock made. Tanya wanted it too. She might not have said a word, but her body wanted it. And she let me fuck her as hard as I wanted to. I came with a burst of semen that had her completely soaked. Her tight cunt had forced more of it out than I’d ever seen before.”
“So, she was bound to get pregnant, is what you’re saying,” Ivy commented.
“Neither of us were thinking about that.” I took another drink and closed my eyes as I recalled that afternoon. “After I’d cum, I kissed her lips, finally. She kissed me back, and before I knew it, we were fucking again. After that had ended in me coming inside of her more, we went to the shower, where we fucked again. All in all, I came inside of her about ten times. Then we took one more shower, and I took her back home. It was nine at night when I dropped her off at the curb in front of her house.”
Ivy looked at me with a grin. “And when did you get the news that she was pregnant?”
“Right after I finished boot camp. I got to come back home for one week before I was sent out. I saw Tanya driving by my house. It’d been six weeks. After she’d made her third pass, I walked out to the road, stopping her. As I leaned in her window, she whispered to me that she was pregnant. And I wasn’t supposed to worry. She’d slept with Danny as soon as she took the pregnancy test, a month to the day after we’d done what we did.”
The smirk on Ivy’s face made me smile. “And she told Danny it was his. The baby came a little early, and no one batted an eye, right?”
I nodded, and Ivy put her pen and notebook down. “Tanya sent me pictures all the time of the little boy, they’d named Kyle. She’d mentioned on social media how Kyle was going on a field trip with his class to a park in Colorado. She nor her husband, Danny were going to be able to make it. And I decided I would be there. Pretty eerie, huh?”
Ivy nodded. “I’ll say. If you weren’t there, then your son might’ve been killed in that accident. But you were, and he was able to go back home to his
mother, and the man he thinks is his father, all because of you being his hero.”
“And I got to hug the kid for the first time ever. I got to run my hand over the top of his little head and talk to him. He looks just like me, Ivy. He talks like me too. And I wanted to tell him so badly who I was to him. But I couldn’t do that to the kid.” I downed the rest of my beer then banged the empty bottle down on the table.
Ivy sat up and took my hands in hers as she looked deep into my eyes. “You still can’t do that to the kid, John. This book is a bad idea. I won’t write it.”
I sat there, staring into her golden eyes. She was right, and I knew it. But I was feeling particularly selfish. What she didn’t know was how close I came to dying not that long ago and how I’d seen that kid’s face when I couldn’t see anything else. I needed him to know that he was a part of me. And I needed Ivy’s help to get that information out there for my son to find out. Even if it was years later, I wanted a record of it out there in the world!
Ivy
“I need you to do it for me, Ivy. That’s why I brought you here. I knew you’d turn me down if you and I didn’t have actual contact. You see, I nearly died a few months ago.”
“Is that why you’re here, instead of on base somewhere?” I asked as I looked him over.
“It is,” he answered me and took my hand, holding it to his heart. “You can’t see what happened to me. I was shocked, my heart stopped for several minutes. It’s not that I’m physically incapable of doing the work I’m used to, it’s emotional damage that I’ve suffered. When that kid’s face filled my mind, I knew I had to do something. I was a wreck when I came around.”
Compassion filled me. “Crying? Like that kind of a wreck?”
“Crying, then cussing, fighting with everyone. Basically, losing my shit. I was sent home and told not to come back until my head was right. And all I can think about is that kid of mine and how I let him down.”
“It sounds like he’s fine to me,” I said as I pulled my hand out of his. “He has a mother and father who love him, even though they were very young when they had him. You have to know, that kid and your old best friend think they’re father and son. You need to leave that alone, John. It’s what’s best for the kid. Stop being selfish.”
“You’re pretty much to blame, Ivy,” he said, flooring me.
I jumped up and began to pace. I wasn’t one who accepted blame for something I didn’t do. “Now listen to me, Johnathon Thompson! I will not take the blame for you…”
His strong arms held me, shutting me up as he looked down at me and whispered, “You’re not putting two and two together, Ivy. It was a few months ago when I was shocked. It was also a few months ago when you started trying to contact me.”
“So what?” I shouted as he was not going to pin anything on me.
“So, I had my laptop on my lap when I got the first message from you, asking if you could interview me.” His eyes began to twitch as he looked at me with an earnest expression.
“And?” I asked in anger.
“And I had the computer plugged in. I opened the message from you and read it. Then I reached over for my cup of coffee. It spilled on the keyboard, and that shorted it out, shocking the hell out of me. Leaving me on the floor, with my heart stopped.”
“You can’t blame me…”
His finger on my lips quieted me. “Hush, just listen. Like I told you before, I saw Kyle’s face and when my heart started beating again, I turned my head and the damn computer that had fallen on the floor just a few feet away from me lit up. Your message covered the entire screen. As if it was shouting out at me. I knew I had to accept the interview and get this story out.”
“If you were so sure about that, then why’d it take you so damn long to agree to it?” I asked him as I shrugged out of his hold on me.
“It took me that long to gather my courage to do it. This isn’t a thing that’s come lightly to me. I agree with you. The kid’s alright. At least, as far as I know, he is. I’m not saying I want to go insinuate myself into his life. I’m just saying that the truth will be out there in some form. And that’s all. That’s the only step I’ll take to giving him the opportunity to know where he really comes from. He’d most likely be a grown man before he ever came across the book. Don’t you think so?”
I didn’t know what the hell to think. I thought it was a terrible idea, that’s all I knew. But John was looking at me with puppy dog eyes that begged me to help him.
“Damn it,” I moaned as he ran his arms around me and rested his forehead against mine.
With one more word, he had me, “Please.”
I was his. I’d do what he wanted me to. “Shit!”
“Is that like one of those cuss words someone says when they’re going to give in and do what they’ve been fighting against?” he asked me.
I nodded and looked up at him. “Let’s get to this. How should this story of yours start?”
“I’m glad you asked that because I’ve been thinking about that a hell of a lot. Especially after I read how it is you write. You see, there’s another thing that’s linking you to this whole thing,” he said.
“And that is?” I asked as I was dying to know what else the man had conjured up in his head.
He let me go and went to pick up a picture that he had stuck inside of a magazine that was sitting on the coffee table. He handed it to me, and I saw a young girl who resembled me. I was shorter than the girl, but our faces and hair were nearly identical. “That’s a picture of Tanya when she was sixteen, Ivy. Don’t you think that’s remarkable?”
“Sure,” I said then handed him the picture back. “But I still don’t understand what the hell you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about showing you what happened, instead of telling you about it all.” He looked me up and down as he moved his hand over his bulging crotch. “I’m talking about you and me, and reenacting that day when she and I made our son.”
The laughter that erupted out of me was purely nervous. He couldn’t be serious!
But he was, I could see that as he narrowed his eyes at me and said, “You can make this book a hell of a lot better if you know what it feels like.”
My insides melted at the thought of him fucking me the way he’d talked about fucking Tanya. I had to admit, I was intrigued. And he might be right after all. I might very well write the scene much better if I had actually experienced it.
“I’m no virgin, John.”
“We can fake it, can’t we. Isn’t there a little bit of an actor inside of you, Ivy? I know you have a vivid imagination. Let’s run with that. What do you say? You might get a bestseller out of it.”
I gulped as the man touched on my dream. What writer doesn’t want to become a bestselling author?
“Perhaps a movie deal might come out of it,” he lured me in some more.
He had me, and I could see it in his eyes that he knew it. So, I nodded, and he held out his hand, leading me to his bedroom.
Johnathon
Ivy looked just as nervous as Tanya had when she found no one was at my house when I brought her home that day. I sat on the bed, recreating the moment I’d had nine years before that. “I want you to let me fuck you, Ivy.”
I watched her push the dress off her narrow shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap of yellow then my eyes moved back up her body as she pulled her bra off then her panties. Naked, she stood just inside the closed door of the bedroom.
Slowly, she came to me and placed my hand on her plump breast. It sent chills through me as I looked at her and recalled that afternoon in the bedroom I’d grown up in. Although Ivy’s breasts were bigger, her face was nearly identical to Tanya’s. It was falling into place so easily, and soon I was sucking on her tit the same way I’d done with Tanya so many years before.
Step by step, I did what I remembered doing. Ivy was perfect in her role. Accepting it all and enjoying it too. As I licked her sweet pussy, I watched her hands fist in my
sheets. She arched and moaned as I teased her clit then tapped it until she was begging me to let her cum.
Ivy couldn’t help being vocal. She was completely into the sex. And it wasn’t the same. It was so much better!
Just as I made her cum with my mouth, I pulled her up as I sat on the bed, laying my legs out in front of me and picking her up, sliding her down on my cock as she faced me. Her arms went around my neck, and she kissed me with a hard kiss.
Our mouths locked as I moved her up and down, stroking my hard cock with her body. When we stopped the kiss, she looked at me. “You went off the script, John. Maybe you should call me by her name. Maybe that’ll help you remember.”
I watched her as she took my hand and placed it on her heaving breast. “Tan…” I could only get that much out. The fact was, I’d never talked to Tanya while we fucked. And Ivy was making a new memory for me. “Fuck that, Ivy. I want you. Forget the shit about recreating that stupid thing I did so long ago. I want you, Ivy. Only you.”
Her body felt like silk as she moved it over my cock. She was no virgin, she was good at what she was doing. And my mind was anywhere but where it had been.
I rolled over, pinning her underneath me as I plunged back into her. Pushing her hair off her face, I watched her expression of sheer desire as I fucked her. She whimpered as I ground into her harder. “Fuck, John! God! Your cock fills me up so completely!”
“Your cunt is so hot and tight, Ivy. I don’t think once is going to be enough for me.” I stabbed my cock into her over and over, trying to get it all out of me. The want for her was taking me over.
She climaxed, making her cunt even wetter and I growled with how good it felt. The way it buzzed around my cock had me plunging into her harder and faster. She was moaning loudly with passion and ecstasy. Her nails were clawing my back as her legs wrapped around me.
Biting her neck, I whispered. “What if I never let you go, Ivy?” I pushed a bit harder, going even deeper.
“Don’t start making false promises, John. This is just fucking after all.”
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