SEA ORPHAN

by J. KRAMER

  “Mm. Is there a possibility you could be pregnant?”

  Becky felt shock go through her like a tidal wave. Since the accident Gavin hadn’t really had sex with her. But it could have happened before she fell. “I suppose I could be. I’ve left my husband just recently.”

  “Okay, we’ll take a look. Take your clothes off, put on this gown and hop onto the examination table. I’ll be back shortly. I’ll go and test your urine while you’re getting undressed.”

  Becky waited till he left the room then quickly took off her clothes and put on the white gown. She kept her panties on. After she climbed onto the examination table and lay down, she thought about possible pregnancy. I don’t want Gavin’s child. Surely I can’t be pregnant?

  Doctor Seymour came back into the room. He placed a sheet over her body then pulled it up a little. “You need to take off your panties, Rebecca. I have to examine you.”

  Becky felt the blood rush to her face but wriggled out of the panties.

  “Good. Now pull up your legs so I can put your feet in the stirrups.” He pulled the light on the wall down and pointed it at her private parts.

  Becky put an arm over her eyes. She didn’t want to see his expression when he saw what was down there.

  “This will feel a little cold. It’s a clamp to open up your vagina so I can look inside and make sure everything is okay. Just relax. It doesn’t hurt.” He chuckled, “Or so my patients tell me.”

  She heard the metal clamp touch the rings inside her cleft and watched his face, which remained without expression. She dared to ask him, “Doctor, is it possible for you to remove those?”

  “You mean the rings? Yes, if you’d like me to.”

  “Yes, I’d like you to. My husband insisted I have it done but I don’t like it.” His fingers entered her vagina and probed deep while his other hand pushed on her belly.

  “You’re pregnant,” he said. “I’d say about three months.”

  “Oh no,” groaned Becky.

  “My dear, if you don’t want this child it’s not too late to terminate the pregnancy. I can arrange it for you if you like.” He withdrew the clamp and pulled the light closer.

  Becky felt his fingers fiddle with the small rings. She heard each one tinkle into a metal basin. After he was done, the doctor sponged her cleft with antiseptic. It felt cool, soothing.

  “There, they’re all gone. They were rather difficult to undo,” said the doctor.

  “Yes, I tried and couldn’t do it.”

  “Well, now you’re rid of them. Laser treatment can rid you of the tattoos if you want those gone, too. I must warn you though. It will be rather sore afterward.”

  “I don’t care about the tattoos. My pubic hair will soon cover those.” Becky dared take her arm away from her eyes. She looked at the doctor’s face but he showed no emotion of any kind as if he came across such strange things every day.

  “You can get dressed now. When you’re finished, we’ll talk about the pregnancy.”

  “Doctor, I have rings through my nipples, too, and I can’t get them out. Could you…”

  “Yes, of course. That must have hurt.”

  “A little. The man who did it gave me a shot of something that made me drowsy. I think he called it Valium.”

  “I see. Let me try,” he said while pulling her gown down to expose her breasts. He had the rings out in no time. “Okay, anything else you’d like me to remove?” he asked.

  Becky looked at the wicked smile he flashed her suddenly and wondered if he was horny. She certainly wasn’t. Though it had been an aphrodisiac when the rings were inserted and she was tattooed, it was embarrassing to have them removed and now the news about the pregnancy occupied her mind. “Those are all the rings. I don’t know if you can remove the studs and navel jewel though. They seem to be imbedded in my skin.”

  “I don’t think I’d better try. Maybe a tattoo shop has special equipment to remove them so we’d better leave them for now. I’ll leave you then to get dressed while I see another patient. I’ll be back shortly and we can talk.”

  Becky quickly got dressed. This past week, Charles had bought her new clothes. He’d also checked with a number of banks to see if Becky had a bank account but he came up with nothing. The knowledge that she had no money made her feel like a charity case, even though Charles assured her constantly that he took pleasure out of buying her a new wardrobe.

  It took a while before the doctor returned so that gave Becky a chance to think about her pregnancy. Did she want it terminated? She didn’t want Gavin’s child, but the baby couldn’t help being conceived.

  The door clicked shut startling her out of her thoughts.

  “Well, Rebecca. Have you thought about what you’re going to do?”

  “Yes. I don’t know yet. I need time to think.”

  “Well, don’t take too much time. I don’t like to terminate pregnancies over three months and you’re quite close if not already there.”

  “Okay. I’ll make my decision soon. I just need time to absorb this news.”

  “Here is a prescription for penicillin ointment. Your vaginal area still looks quite swollen. The holes from the rings haven’t completely healed yet. I don’t want you to get an infection. Also, wash the areas with disinfectant each time you void.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I’ll have the results of your blood tests in a few days. I doubt if we’ll find anything else. Your nausea is caused by your condition. It should go away soon. Give the receptionist a call for the results and I’d like to see you back here in a week.”

  She was dismissed. Her heart felt heavy as she left his office and she supposed her face showed it because Charles, who was waiting for her in the waiting room, looked at her curiously.

  “Everything okay?”

  “I’ll tell you in the car, Charles.”

  “That doesn’t sound good,” he said while putting a comforting arm around her shoulders.

  Once in the car Becky allowed the tears to break free. Charles held her in his arms. She looked upon him as a father figure, like the father she’d never had. But surely she’d had a father once? If only she could remember…

  “Now, now, can’t be all that bad. What did the doctor say?”

  “I’m—I’m—pregnant,” she sobbed.

  “Oh. Well, at least you’re not sick,” said Charles.

  “No, but—it’s—Gavin’s.”

  “Look, the baby could have all your characteristics and none of Gavin’s. It might even be a beautiful little girl, just like you.”

  She hadn’t thought of that. “Yes—I guess so. The doctor suggested an abortion but I don’t know.” She wriggled out of Charles’ arms and leaned back against the seat. “I don’t even know who I am or anything about my past. Gavin told me I was a model. I can’t very well model with a fat belly now, can I? So what else can I do? Was I ever trained for anything? How can I support myself, let alone a child?”

  “You can stay with me, Becky. I never had children and you can be the daughter I never had.”

  Becky smiled through her tears. “You’re so sweet. I’m so grateful for what you’ve done for me but I can’t be a burden to you.”

  “But I like having you as a burden.”

  “A child needs a father.”

  “Becky, you’re young, very attractive and I’m sure you’ll find happiness with another man. Gavin was a bad choice, but you’ve learned from that mistake.”

  “I guess so,” she said softly.

  “If there wasn’t so big an age difference, I’d marry you myself,” said Charles.

  Becky looked at him and saw in his eyes that he was serious. “I don’t look at you as old. You’re a wonderful man, Charles.”

  “Thank you, but still too old for you.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” she murmured while thinking, I could really learn to love this man. I’m extremely fond of him already. “You’d marry a woman without a past, Charles?”

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��What does your past have to do with it? The woman I see is sweet, loveable, intelligent, elegant, and extremely beautiful. I’d be proud to have you as my wife.”

  Becky leaned against him and hugged his arm. “But I’m pregnant.”

  “And your child needs a father. You just said so yourself. I don’t have an heir.”

  “I need to get a divorce first.”

  “We can get that rolling immediately. I’ll call my lawyer soon as we are home.”

  “Home—you know, this past week at your house I’ve really felt home. I do so appreciate everything you’re doing for me. I don’t know how to repay you.”

  “I don’t ask for repayment, Becky.” He looked down into her upturned face. Her slightly parted lips that were made for kissing, beckoned. Slowly he bent down and placed his lips on hers then pulled back, afraid that he’d alienate her from him.

  Becky felt the tender touch on her lips and pulled his head down. She kissed him then, long, tenderly, until she felt passion enter the kiss. Hesitantly, her tongue slipped into his mouth. For a moment she thought he’d withdraw, but then his lips answered her kiss, his tongue playing with hers then entering her mouth, searching, probing. Longing entered her, not wild passion, or hot sensations, but just a desperate longing to be loved; for this man to hold her in his arms and make love to her tenderly, sweetly, the way a woman should be loved, to fill the empty void within her heart and soul, to still the throbbing of her cleft.

  Charles broke loose from the kiss and looked into her eyes. “Becky, I…”

  She placed her fingers on his lips. “Hush, don’t say anything. I need you, Charles.”

  “When we get home,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I’m not into making love in the back of a car.” He pulled her against him and cradled her head against his chest.

  Becky heard his heart pound loudly and smiled. She felt good within his comforting embrace. Safe.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  Though she suspected Charles to be very rich, he didn’t live on a large estate. His house was fairly old though well kept. It was just an ordinary suburban house on a normal size lot. Only the limousine and chauffeur spoke of wealth and the fancy car parked in the driveway looked quite ridiculous in this ordinary neighborhood. At night, the chauffeur took it home with him. Charles had explained to Becky that he didn’t feel like driving any more and felt that in his old age he deserved to have a chauffeur and the comfort of a limo.

  She had to agree with him.

  The housekeeper, Maria, Charles’ only staff, looked at them suspiciously when they entered the house, Charles’ arm still around Becky’s shoulders.

  “I’ll have lunch ready in ten minutes, Mr. Burke,” she said sending Becky a murderous look.

  “Later, Maria. Becky and I need to discuss a few things,” said Charles and guided Becky toward the stairs.

  Charles stopped in front of the door to his bedroom. “Becky, are you sure?” he asked in an unsteady voice.

  “Yes, I’m sure. I’ll go and change into one of the pretty negligees you bought me,” said Becky with a smile.

  “I’ll go shower.”

  Once in her room, Becky questioned the wisdom of her decision. “I don’t love him,” she told the naked image in the mirror. “But I could easily learn to love this man. He’s so sweet and kind and I owe him.” Resolutely she pulled the negligee over her head and looked in the mirror. The bodice had a low neckline showing ample cleavage. It was made of pure lace revealing her nipples through the gauzy material. It was Grecian style, the sheer shimmering material of the skirt flowing in gentle folds to her feet. She brushed her curls and put on some lipstick, then listened for the shower in the bathroom next door. It stopped. That meant Charles was ready. Taking a deep breath, she left her room and without knocking entered Charles’ bedroom.

  He’d just come out of the shower and stood naked. His hair, still wet, now curled more than ever. Droplets glistened on his white skin. Silver hair covered his chest. Becky couldn’t help but admire his physique. For an older man, he’d taken care of himself. Becky realized Charles’ hesitance and she walked to the bed and lay down on it holding out her arms invitingly.

  His cock was half erect as he walked toward her. “You’re fast, Becky. I wanted to draw the drapes, light some candles and scatter rose petals on the sheets.”

  “Not necessary,” she smiled. “You don’t want to murder those poor roses just for me.”

  “You deserve to be pampered,” he said softly while kneeling next to the bed and stroking her belly.

  His hand felt hot through the thin material, the rubbing of the nylon erogenous against her skin, causing wild feelings within her. She squirmed a little then grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. His hand was large. Her breast fit within it nicely. Tenderly he squeezed and massaged. Becky watched his face and wondered how long it had been since Charles had made love to a woman. “Charles, hold me?” she asked huskily. “In a moment,” he said. “I don’t want to rush this. It’s been a long time, Becky. I hope I haven’t grown rusty in making love, too.”

  “It’s like riding a bike. You never forget they say,” smiled Becky. “Look at me, I have no memory of my past but yet I know how to make love.” She felt his fingers slip the straps off her shoulders. Gently, ever so softly, he moved the material off her breasts until they were exposed to his eyes. She heard him suck in his breath and his eyes grew dark as he gazed at her nipples, at the sparkling studs. His hot gaze caused prickly sensations through her body, his fingers, now on her nipples, caused her cleft to throb. The languorous warmth of his hands stroking her, fondling her breasts, trailing up her neck and tracing the outline of her lips caused wild sensations throughout her body.

  Becky squirmed on the bed under his gentle touch. Slowly, he peeled off the nightie until he yanked it off her legs and threw it on the floor. He stood and gazed down at her body for moments, his hot gaze lingering on her cleft. She saw his penis, now fully erect. The pubic hair was as silver as the hair on his head and chest. It fascinated her and she reached out to touch him there. Her fingers stroked his cock softly, gently, to rest on the tip where she drew circles around the hole.

  Charles could wait no longer. It had been too long. He joined her on the bed and took her in his arms. His lips kissed her, softly at first, then with unrestrained passion. Thrill upon thrill coursed through Becky’s body as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. His fingers groped between her legs parting her cleft. She felt hot liquid pour from her vagina as he stroked and fondled, her clitoris throbbing with the want of him. He trailed kisses down her neck, to her breasts—hot, warm kisses. She grasped his head between her hands and guided his mouth to her nipple. It disappeared into his mouth. He sucked hard and she drew her breath in sharply.

  She urged his hand toward her vagina, wanting him, needing that throbbing ache to be stilled. His fingers entered her. His cock rubbed against her leg. She reached for it encasing it within her hand. Slowly she pulled the skin back and forth until he groaned loudly, sat on his knees between her legs and pulled his cock from her hand. He did not enter her immediately though she arched her hips to try and force him to. He only inserted the head and teased her slowly, sensually, until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “Take me, Charles, oh God, I can’t stand it. Put it in!” she gasped.

  Slowly he inched into her leaning forward and massaging her breasts at the same time. Becky placed her hands on his buttocks and pulled hard on his body until she could feel him enter her completely. The length of his cock reached deep inside. As he started to move within her, she matched his rhythm. Wrapping her legs around him she drew him into her even more.

  His movements became urgent, his breath ragged. “Oh, Lord, what are you doing to me, Becky,” he gasped as he drove into her.

  “Making love,” she gasped. “Oh, Charles, this is good, so good,” she shouted.

  “I’m coming, Becky.”

  He didn’t need to tell her. She cou
ld feel his cock swell within her, ready to spill its load. Her own passion came to a roaring crescendo at this feeling. She arched her hips more wanting him even deeper. He grunted as he came and collapsed on top of her. Becky felt the hot liquid squirt into her vagina and matched his release. She screamed when he came and again as he continued to move within her. Within minutes she felt horny again, her clitoris continuing its throbbing longing.

  Charles was sweet, thoughtful afterward. He held her in his arms until his breathing slowed, then kissed her tenderly. “Becky, you just gave me the most beautiful gift a woman can give a man,” he said softly against her lips. “You gave me all of yourself. No pretense, it was real.”

  “Of course it was real,” she murmured. “You’re a wonderful lover. I’d like more where that came from.”

  “Honey, I don’t know. It’s been such a long time and I’m no spring chicken. Maybe later?”

  “Oooh,” she sighed, “and I’m so horny again.”

  “But I can make love to you in different ways if you’d like.”

  “Please?” she begged. “I’ve felt so unloved these past two months.”

  He made love to her then with his fingers, his mouth, while she nibbled on his cock, and she came time and time again under his caresses. Finally she felt satisfied and lay quietly in his arms.

  “Becky, will you think about my proposal?” asked Charles softly while nibbling on her ear.

  “Yes, I’ll think about it.” She leaned on an elbow and played with the silver curls on his chest. “Charles, Maria surely heard us. What is she going to think?”

  “Maria is a good woman but a dried up old prune. She’s probably jealous,” smiled Charles.

  “Geez, maybe you should take her into your bed, too.”

  “No thanks. I might be an old man, but I’m not that old,” he grinned.

  “You’re only in your fifties.”

  “Thanks for the compliment, but I’m over sixty.”

  “Really? You don’t look it.”

  “I guess we’d better go and appease Maria. I’m sure she’ll have cooked something for lunch.”