Mr. Always & Forever

by Ashlee Price

  I pulled away from him, my nipples sticky with saliva as I rose up from the bed, and turned to peer back at him over my shoulder. I slowly, slowly bent my body over at the waist, and peeled out of my skirt and panties, dredging them down, down, down along my body, spreading my buttocks wide as I stooped toward the floor, and giving him a nice, splayed view of my wet anus and pussy in the process.

  I rose back up to full height, completely naked now, and walked back over to him with his legs flung over the bed. I undid the fly of his jeans, and slid my hand into his underwear, pulling his stiff, veiny cock out into the open. It was already wet and sticky for me, and it only took a few quick pumps of my wrist before more pre-ejaculate streamed out, dribbling along his shaft, getting caught in my fingers as I continued to masturbate him steadily.

  Again, he groaned, and I brought my face up over his lap, licking my lips as I lined myself up with his engorged purple tip. I opened my mouth wide, and I slowly brought my face down, down, down around him. My lips dissolved around his tip like liquid, and my nostrils flared as inch by inch by agonizing inch of that thick, delectable shaft came sliding down the hot wet crook of my throat.

  At last, my neck engulfed him, his tip touching lightly against the back of my throat, and he sighed, stroking my hair lovingly, as I held myself in place.

  Then, slowly, very slowly, I began to lift my face back up, up, up along him. Rising, all the way to his fat tip, building up an immense, unbearable suction as I rose. Then, snapping my lips away from him, blasting him with a shock of cool air, before I began the trip back down, down, downward once more.

  I proceeded to suck him off in a steady, bobbing rhythm, growing faster and faster with each passing joust of my neck. Gross, depraved sounds began to squelch up from my throat as he slid in and out of me, GLUG, GLUG, GLUG, GLUG, and God did I love it… Spitting his immensity in and out of myself, sliding him deeper and deeper, lubing him up in thick layers of my warm, thick spit, twisting my tongue around him, causing him to shiver with delight.

  “Ohhhhhhh, Godddd….” he moaned, one final time, and held my face up to him, holding steady, steady, steady, to the point that I thought he must surely be getting ready to bust between my cheeks.

  However, at the point when I could no longer breathe, he pulled his way slowly, slowly, slowly back out of me, my lips now spattered with saliva, and I licked my mouth at him, grinning wide, at the look of intense, devilish lust in his eyes.

  He couldn’t take the suspense anymore…

  In desperation, he pulled my body hard onto the bed. Its surface jiggled beneath me, and I rested on my hands and knees, spreading myself out for him, making it known that he could do whatever the hell he pleased with my body in that moment.

  I heard the rustling sound of denim as he slipped out of his jeans, casting them to the ground, and his long, wet cock swung wildly as he climbed up onto the bed with me. He ground his cock between my buttocks, making me burn for him, teasing me. He kneaded the cheeks of my ass with his fingers, loving their supple fullness, digging his nails into me, and then smacking my ass, the pain wonderful as it settled gently back into place.

  Then he mounted me. He climbed up over me, lining up the tip of his cock with the opening of my pussy. I gasped, cried out as he entered me from behind, stretching me out. He slid inside me, burying that long shaft of his inside my deepest, wettest folds, at last touching down with a loud roar of satisfaction, and leaving me trembling to contain him.

  He was so hot inside me, so thick, so wonderful…

  And then he reared back, and pounded his way forward yet again.

  He proceeded to fuck me. To thrust, to hump, to slam himself into my body. There was a brief period of steady, rhythmic strokes, but they rapidly ramped upward, faster and faster and faster, slamming almost violently into me, making me scream as he nailed my pussy repeatedly. Smashing, pulverizing, pounding my lights out.

  Harder and harder and harder, our bodies colliding, every ounce of flesh on my body jiggling, my ass bouncing as his pelvis hurled repeatedly forward, my breasts swinging forward on my chest like fleshy pendulums. And he just kept pounding and pounding, grunting and growling, his claws sinking into me so deeply that I could hardly stand it, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I tried to contain my enthusiasm.

  Our wet, enthusiastic genitals smacked almost violently together, KLAP KLAP KLAP KLAP KLAP, and he pulled back on handfuls of my hair, and I began to moan wildly, “Oh God, oh God, fuck, yes, yes, yes…”

  And with a last, devastating roar, he hurled himself into me, pushing his body so deep against me that our very sweat and blood seemed to merge in that moment. He began to ejaculate wildly into my body, pulse after pulse of his hot, molten seed pouring into my cunt in streams, filling me to the brim, in such thickness and abundance that it spilled onto the bed in loud splashes.

  I began to climax wildly, orgasm racing through my body in waves. My spine arched, and my toes curled, and I shook as I pushed myself into him, driving as much of his sticky cock into me as deep as I could manage, as every nerve in my body seemed to go off like a damn firework with unbridled sensation.

  And at last, at long, long last, my nerve ends sizzled out, the sensations came to a halt, and he pulled out of me. We collapsed on the bed together, sweaty and panting, the afterglow strange and hazy as it washed over us, and the reality of the situation slowly setting in. We looked at one another, and did a bit more kissing, trying to ward it off. He squeezed my breast, and I stroked his cock a few times, and he put his fingers into my cum filled pussy, but it was too late now.

  The moment had passed.

  And good God, what had we done?

  “This was a mistake…” one of us said, horrified, and I can’t even remember now which of us it was. But it was a reality that we both knew to be true, and moments later I was scrambling up from his bed, throwing on my clothes, fearing like I was about to bust out crying, as I made my way scrambling from the house.

  Clarissa never even suspected a thing…

  We’d gotten away with it, despite it eating us up inside afterwards. There was no way we could ever let anyone know what had happened, never even come close to revealing the truth. It would ruin things for all three of us, beyond repair, and we simply could not allow that to happen as a result of our brief and foolish decision.

  It was heartbreaking to me, honestly… Having that taste of him, his flavor still on my tongue as I’d rushed out of the house, his cum still trickling down my legs. I’d seen what it was like at last, my fantasies fulfilled after so many years of anticipation. And God, it had been so wonderful for the few moments of its duration, so perfect and so satisfying – and then it had been over…

  As easily as that, my wish had been granted and then taken away again. And now, almost surely, it would be harder than ever to let that die in my mind. Jeff, now, pretended as though he barely knew me. Didn’t acknowledge me, despite my attendance as a bridesmaid at his wedding, didn’t look me in the eye.

  But I’d made my bed, so to speak, and now it was time to lie in it.

  I tried, my absolute damnedest, to switch off my emotions, to not let it get to me. But it was like trying to lobotomize myself, cutting out a now essential aspect of my being, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about him, lusting after the damn fiancé of my best friend.

  And then, I’d discovered I was pregnant…

  It had taken me completely off guard, horrified me. I’d been on birth control during sex, and thought that would be enough given the sudden circumstances. There really should have been a condom involved, but of course it had all been so damn spur of the moment, unplanned…

  I’d had my suspicions for a few weeks before finally going through with the pregnancy test. I kept trying to rationalize my missed period to myself, like maybe it was just a welcome side effect of my birth control, although it would have been one I’d never known before, previously. But the more and more I tried to avoid thinkin
g about it, the more and more it worried me, until at last I realized I was just making matters worse with the uncertainty, and no amount of trying to run away from the problem was going to bring me an inch closer to solving enough.

  And so, I peed on the stick, hoping for the best, expecting the worst – and getting just that.

  I was preggers, alright… A bun in the oven… Whatever the hell you wanted to call it.

  And now, I was stuck with an unbearable dilemma, struggling with my options, not sure what the hell I wanted to do.

  I’ve always been pro-choice, politically, anyway, but when it came around to making that sort of decision myself, well – suffice it to say, it wasn’t quite as easy for me to consider. I just couldn’t seem to make myself comfortable with the notion, for whatever reason, and it seemed certain to me, almost from day one, that I was going to be keeping the child, one way or another.

  This left me, of course, with yet another daunting choice to make, a necessary one, I was sure, but one as unpleasant as having my teeth pulled out.

  I needed to tell Jeff…

  He needed to know that his child was forming inside me, that I was going to be the mother of his baby – and I was not at all looking forward to the moment of that conversation’s happening.

  It was bad enough that I had to face that prospect to begin with… But I knew that, what was more, I was under a deadline here. I couldn’t wait around, let some time pass, and get around to it whenever I just so happened to feel like it. The wedding was in a week, and my baby daddy was going to be married to another woman – my best friend, no less.

  As much as it was like sheer agony to me, I needed to tell him, and fast. He needed to know, to be able to make the right decision, whatever that happened to be on his part. Obviously, that decision, from my perspective, was to leave Clarissa and to love me instead, but it was, of course, not my place to say either way. He simply needed to be aware of the situation, allowed to make his judgment accordingly, and I was just going to have to live with his verdict at the end of the day.

  God, the thought of it made me burn inside… Made me want to cry, to break down, and lock myself in the house for an indefinite period of time.

  But it was too late now… A decision had to be made, and Jeff had to be told.

  One way or another, the truth had to be revealed – there was, simply, no stopping it.

  Chapter 3

  Wednesday… The wedding was three days away now, and I knew damn well I was pushing it. But I’d needed to figure out what the hell I was going to say, to word it just properly, and I couldn’t damn well show up at the soon-to-be married couple’s house and announce it in front of Clarissa.

  I was parked outside his office, watching the LED lights on my dash as they flicked from 4:59 to 5:00, and that moment something seemed to drop inside my chest like a lead weight.

  It was a few minutes, still, before Jeff emerged from inside the building, along with several of his co-workers. He was looking at his phone, perhaps at a text from Clarissa, I thought, and laughing at something one of his business casual buddies had just gotten through saying. God, it was almost sad seeing him like this, I thought… He’d made something of his life, but he’d completely discarded his air of mystery for a boring ass desk job, devoid of thrill or excitement.

  But, that was what time did to a person, I guessed. And at any rate, that was of far lesser importance at just that point in time. I lifted my hand to my stomach once more, feeling it well up for reasons entirely separate from the baby’s presence there, and then I stepped out of the car, hurrying before Jeff climbed onto his motorcycle and made his way home for the day.

  “Jeff!” I called, and instantly his face flew to me, freezing him in space, as his co-workers continued onward. Clearly, I hadn’t been what he’d wanted or expected to see just then, and I could see him about to blow a gasket at me, keeping in his rage for the sake of the other office workers. “I’ll see you tomorrow, guys,” he muttered to his colleagues, and after a few halfhearted, “g’nights,” he came up to me, visibly pissed off.

  “Jesus, Maggie… What the hell? You know damn well you can’t just come to my office and stalk me after work… I thought we understood each other about that…”

  “I’m pregnant,” I blurted out, and that shut him up in his righteous indignation in short enough order. He froze, eyes widening, and I gripped my stomach, as though protecting the child growing there.

  “What… What, I – Jesus…” he said, peering into me, looking for any signs that I might just be pulling his leg. When I gave no such indication, he turned away from me, stunned, then turned back, suddenly hopeful – “Are… Are you sure it’s-”

  “Yes,” I said, a bit pissed at him. “Yes… God… I wouldn’t be telling you if I wasn’t sure… I haven’t been with anyone else since… Since that night…”

  “Fuck… Oh, fuck…” he said, gripping his head in his hands, walking in a slight circle back and forth, trying to think. “Fuck…” he repeated.

  I let him continue in this way for a while, feeling increasingly hopeless as his interest in me seemed to wane and wane progressively lesser.

  “What do you want to do about this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him, now more annoyed at his reaction than optimistic that he might still have feelings for me.

  “Jesus… God, Maggie, it was a mistake… I just – Fuck… I can’t deal with this now, okay? Just… Not now…” As though I had any choice in the matter. “Just… Don’t say anything… To anyone, about this… God… I can’t deal with this right now, I’m sorry…”

  I was stunned, my opinion of him suddenly plummeting after all those years of idolizing him.

  He wasn’t this suave, collected bad boy… He was just another dead-beat dad, like any other, a man who liked to screw around and pretend as though there were no possible consequences to his actions.

  I was irate, as I watched him storm in the direction of his car, and more hurt than anything in my loneliness, feeling like I’d just been abandoned by the one person in the world I’d somehow believed could truly love me.

  “What the hell do you see in her anyway? She’s nothing but a spoiled brat… She always has been and she always will be, and your life with her is going to be shit if you end up marrying her!”

  I shouted it across the parking lot, without thinking, and he froze for a minute. Then he stormed across the parking lot like a bull about to charge, goring me with his index finger as he stabbed it threateningly through the air, emphasizing his every syllable.

  “No… No if… Clarissa and I are still getting married… This doesn’t change anything… In fact, I think it would be best if you didn’t show up on Saturday… Stay the hell away from our wedding, and if Clarissa asks, just tell her you got the goddamn flu and couldn’t make it…”

  “Go to hell,” I snarled, scowling, and he looked mean at me, but didn’t say anything. With a last glare to ensure that I understood his seriousness thoroughly, he then turned, and stomped over to his bike. He climbed on, and rumbled with excessive loudness from the parking lot, leaving a black mark beneath his tire as he squealed out, and it was all I could do from breaking down crying right there on the spot.

  Chapter 4

  Saturday… The day of the wedding.

  My former best friend, and the father of my baby, getting ready to spend the entire rest of their lives together, united in holy matrimony, so long as they both shall live.

  The very thought of it made me feel like dying, but I’d cried so much since Wednesday that no tears came any longer. I simply lay there on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, my mind drifting into more and more miserable territory.

  How wrong I’d been… Seeing so much in Jeff that hadn’t really been there… Letting myself idealize him as I’d done. I should have known better… He’d been dating Clarissa all this time, after all. What reason did I have to expect his character to be outstanding or remarkable, when he let himself be tied down to a
vicious, vindictive creature like that?

  And Lord, what was I going to do now? With his child developing quickly, its future uncertain as I found myself cast out lonely into the world, with no recourse, no one to aid me in raising it…

  I just didn’t know if I could do it, and I felt like my brain was caught, frozen up, choking off thoughts as a shiver ran over me.

  And then there was a knocking at the front door…

  It caught me completely off guard, and I sat bolt upright, frozen, frightened almost. I let myself get my hopes up, and I knew that was a mistake. It was absurd really, expecting a miracle, expecting that Jeff’s character could have made such a drastic change that he would skip his own wedding to be here with me.

  But then I saw a motorcycle in the driveway…

  My belly did somersaults…

  I’d waited so long that there was another knock at the door, trying again to get my attention, and I hurried to open in this time, afraid he might leave.

  And there was Jeff…

  Not Clarissa’s Jeff, but my Jeff. The Jeff I’d once fallen in love with, looking dark and handsome, clad in a leather jacket instead of corporate attire, his hair mussed from the ride, but perfect in his way, made even better by the passionate expression now beaming across his face.

  “Maggie, I’m… I’m so, so sorry… For the other day. You just caught me so off guard, out of nowhere… I panicked… I acted… Well, pretty horribly to you, honestly… But God, I didn’t mean it… I didn’t mean a word of it…” I stared at him, astonished, breathless, and not sure what to say. But that was quite alright, it seemed, as he continued, “But you were right… You were right about everything… I’ve been miserable with Clarissa for years, and it took loving you for that spell to be broken… I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to see it – but I think, somewhere, I’ve always seen the connection between the two of us… I didn’t let it go anywhere because of Clarissa, but… But, well, I honestly haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night… I need you, Maggie…”