by Jamie Knight
“And to talk to Logan,” I said, taking him by the wrist.
He immediately sat back down, as I added, “in private.”
“Right, of course,” Kristen said, heading out of the room.
“Why did you ditch me like that?” I asked, when Kristen was out of earshot.
“Ah, well I didn't. At least not deliberately. After what happened the last time you stayed over, I went on a long sailing trip with my dad. I didn't have service on the boat. Not at all. It didn't even register missed calls. I was surprised, to be honest, but I also wasn’t. We hadn't had the best parting, I know. When I tried to contact you and you didn't respond and then changed your number, I got the hint. Or what I assumed was the hint.”
“Oh,” I said, realizing I had made the same assumption. “But what was that about? Throwing me out like that? It really hurt.”
“I'm sure it did,” he said, taking my hand, “but I swear I didn't mean to. I had an appointment with my dad. We were going to go over some new plans for the business; he wants to open it up and appeal to a more general clientele, not just the super rich. There was another guy coming to meet us, who was interested in our services. We were going to talk with him about business plans and then plan the sailing trip we were taking. It was an attempt at bonding, there being a lot of time to make up for.”
“I see,” I said, trying to process it all.
“I was so surprised I’d fallen asleep. I had meant to prep for the meeting with the potential client more. I knew my dad would be upset if it looked like I blew him off just to have sex. Plus, I just didn't feel right having him find my high school girlfriend there to boot. It might have been a bit confusing and a lot to explain to him right then. But I know now that I should have explained it more to you, as we were hurrying to get ready.”
“Girlfriend, huh?” I teased.
It was the only part I was focused on, now that I knew there was an innocuous explanation for the rest of it.
“Yeah, sorry,” he said.
“Don't be.”
I grabbed him, pulled him to me and kissed him. I was still mad but mostly at myself for making such an assumption, even though it made sense at the time.
Logan had acted badly in high school but not for no reason and that really wasn't who he was anymore. The kindness I thought I had seen in him since then; the thoughtfulness. It was all real. He really did want me and dammit if I didn't still want him!
“Oh, sorry!” Kristen said, walking back in during our make-out session.
“No, I am sorry,” Logan said, “it's your house, dumpling.”
“Yeah, sorry,” I said, realizing it must have been somewhat awkward for her.
“A-are you still mad at me?”
“No,” Logan said. “I mean, I kind of am, because you sure screwed me out of a lot of sex I could be having with Kora during the formative college years of my life, but I get how it all went down, and I’ll eventually get over it.”
“I never really was that mad,” I admitted. “I already knew you had warned me away from him, and at the time, I thought it was wise advice.”
“Gee, thanks,” Logan said, teasingly.
“Sorry, honey.” I kissed him again, but tenderly this time, and with less of a display for Kristen to see.
“I’ll get over it, Kristen. I certainly am happy that you helped me out and brought us back together, so that helps make up for it,” Logan said, and we kissed yet again, but just a quick peck this time.
“I think we all had our own reasons for what happened in high school. We all made mistakes for similar reasons. I know what happened with your family wasn't easy on you, either,” I said.
“Really?” Kristen asked, coming over to the couch.
“Really,” I said.
“Of course, dumpling,” Logan said.
We had a big old group hug and Kristen cried, probably relieved that everything was good between us.
“I just realized that I’m going to be an aunt!” she exclaimed, wiping away a tear.
“We'd better get along then,” I said.
“Agreed,” Kristen said. “And I don’t think there will be any more obstacles to that goal.”
Chapter Twenty-Three - Logan
The invitation came as a bit of a surprise. Kora and I had reconciled but I wasn't sure where we were. Was it back to square one to try again or were we actually where we should have been all along?
The make-out session on Kristen's couch indicated the latter. There was lust, sure, but also a good deal of honest passion. I was pretty sure Kora loved me, though I didn't want to assume and make the same mistakes again.
Her new place was on the other end of town from her previous apartment and about as far away from my mansion as she could get and still be within the same city limits. I doubted that that was an accident.
The building looked about the same in terms of economy. I was relieved that her choice to go back to school didn’t seem to have affected her too badly. Especially with a little one on the way.
I hung back, letting Kora lead the way, though her pregnant walk made this somewhat of a challenge. I did my best not to ogle her ass as we went, not quite sure how she would take this, even though it was a hard goal to accomplish, since it looked even curvier and juicier now.
The place was really nice for what it was. Freshly painted. New chrome appliances and small enough that she wouldn’t need staff to clean the whole place.
At the time of his death, grandpa had employed twelve servants, not including the drivers. I shook my head at the wonderful simplicity of it all. Although it was meant to be a cliche, and in no way true, that in some ways the rich are envious of the average person, the cliche was still true. Not of everyone with a net worth over a million but a lot of us.
Of course it was nice to have money but there was a catch that went along with it. That was why so many in the upper income bracket had island getaways. Emphasis on the phrase "get away."
"It's this way," Kora said, leading me into the back room.
The nursery was lovely, done in a shade of purple I had never seen before but that looked really nice. Which is saying something, as I had never really been a fan of purple.
I thought maybe Kora had been edging her bets, not wanting to risk pink or blue. Then again, knowing her, it was also just as likely an intentional rejection of the traditional color scheme for baby girls. She had told me a bit about her upbringing and I got the feeling she had gotten her fill of traditionalist ideas quite some time ago.
"Well, what do you think?"
"Gorgeous," I said, looking right at her.
"I meant the nursery," she said with a giggle.
"So did I," I said.
"Oh," she said, seeming a bit disappointed.
"You, I would more describe as luminous."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, blushing a bright pink.
"The nursery is wonderful but -"
"But?"
I put a finger to her lips to silence her.
She wasn't happy but decided to hear me out.
"But," I started again, "I think you both belong with me."
"Both?"
I lay a hand gently on her baby bump.
"Oh."
"I've got plenty of room."
"A-are you serious?"
"Absolutely."
Kora threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, getting up on her tip-toes so she could reach. I put my hands on her hips and kissed her back, our tongues moving playfully in each others’ mouths.
My hands slid down to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. She gasped loudly.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah!" she said.
"My place?"
"Sure," she said.
We went back down to her car, which was parked outside her building.
"Maybe you should drive," she said.
"Why?"
"My bump gets up really close to the steering wheel and makes it hard."
But I told myself there was still plenty of time. I was just glad that she and the baby were back with me where they belonged.
She tossed me the keys and I caught them in one hand.
“Nice job!”
"Wide-receiver, remember?"
“How could I forget?”
I helped Kora into the passenger side before getting into the driver's seat and starting up the car.
"Just Like Heaven" came one the radio. I decided to leave it.
"I know," Kora said, catching me glancing at her big boobs as we drove.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Not really; I'm a bit more sensitive but it's mostly good."
"Ah."
"Wanna feel 'em?"
I glanced over at her to check if she was really serious.
She was.
"Sure," I said, getting my eyes back on the road.
Gently taking my hand, Kora slid it inside the top of her dress and onto one of her breasts. I didn't do anything for a moment for fear of hurting her.
Eventually, I started gently massaging and kneading the soft, warm flesh, Kora humming contentedly, gasping when I occasionally brushed her very hard nipple.
I could almost smell her excitement. I instinctively glanced down at her thighs. Noticing but not saying a word, she slipped off her panties, which were blue silk, and opened her legs.
"You sure?" I asked, thinking of the baby.
"Yep. It's perfectly safe until the third trimester. We have just under a month so you'd better get down there while you can."
I knew she was kidding, at least partially, but I still carefully slid my hand from her breast and moved it down to her pussy, cupping it lovingly. Kora shifted in her seat, grabbing onto the energy bar and breathing in sharply.
"You okay, honey?"
"Yes! Please, don't stop!"
I didn't stop. I kept my hand there a moment longer before beginning to softly move my hand in a clockwise motion, stimulating both her pussy lips and her clit at the same time. She moaned loudly and moved her hips as I massaged her.
Before long, she was ready, and I slid two fingers into her pussy. She nearly screamed with pleasure, sinking back into her seat, her eyes half open.
I wasn't fingering her long before her hand found its way over to my cock, which was already trying to break its way through my expensive, designer pants. I unzipped, keeping my other hand firmly on the wheel, making it easier for her to haul out the bulk of my hard cock. She licked her lips at the sight of it and I knew what was coming next.
Shifting her whole upper body from the hips, she lowered herself so she could get her mouth around the head of my cock, while still holding onto the base with her soft, warm hand.
This was the point where some guys would have stopped fingering their girl, focusing instead on the pleasure they were getting.
I was no such guy, multi-tasking being one of my great skills that I prided myself on, and so I kept fingering her sweet little pussy as she stroked and sucked my cock with unexpected enthusiasm, her libido apparently being as pent up and starved as mine.
I flooded her mouth with cum and she swallowed it all down, while somehow continuing to suck and stroke me. I kept my fingers deep in her pussy, working her walls, clit and occasionally, her G-spot, bringing her to a massive, shaking orgasm.
I kissed her on the cheek as she came down. She cleaned off my fingers and lay her head on my shoulder.
I put an arm around her, Kora sighing contently, my hand somehow finding its way back down to her breasts. She didn't seem to mind at all.
Chapter Twenty-Four - Kora
I hadn't been to the house in months and even then, I was being driven in and out in the back seat of a limo and then only at night. I never really got a good sense of the place.
But in a regular car, in the morning, the woods looked beautiful. Not foreboding at all. I could sort of understand why Logan's grandpa had his estate built way out here. I liked people as much as anyone but constantly being around them could be a bit much.
I loved my new apartment, but truth be told, the insulation wasn't the best going and I could hear the couple above me pretty clearly sometimes. Especially when they fucked. I had figured out where their bedroom was, though they didn’t always keep it in there, a bit of couch surfing also not being unusual, and so I put the nursery as far from it as I could.
Logan's offer for me to live with him had taken me somewhat by surprise. When I thought about it, though, it made sense. Everything I had assumed about him not being interested in me or the baby had been wrong. He loved me and was excited to be a dad and wanted us close to him and really, he did have a lot more room. As well as a good bit of land.
I could really imagine raising our child there. She would always have a place and be financially secure which felt great. Though I would also make sure that she appreciated everything she had and didn't grow up spoiled. At least I would try.
I had no idea what my friends would think about me getting back with Logan. If they thought I was only interested in the stability and the money. But then remembered I really didn't have any close friends other than Whiney and maybe Erik. He would be thrilled, of course, and Kristen was the one who had brought us together and would hardly object.
Logan helped me out of the car like the gentleman he was. I had expected him to swoop me up and carry me to his bedroom where he wild strip me naked, lay me on the bed and fuck me hard. Well, maybe not hard, but fuck me at any rate.
But he didn't. Instead, he took me by the hand and led me around the side of his massive house to a path around the back. He did scoop me up but only when we were about halfway on the path and walking had become difficult. Where he brought me was much better than a bedroom. As nice as his had been.
Apparently Logan's grandpa had been an avid sailor outside of his business and had a dock built on the land behind his house, which I hadn't realized until then, because Logan and I had always been otherwise engaged while we were here, to put it politely.
It overlooked the large lake, which also went to explaining why the house was built where it was. The view was gorgeous as Logan carried me down to the dock towards his boat.
Had Logan told me he had a boat, I would have pictured some sort of rowboat or something. What I saw down on the water, secured to the dock by ropes, was not that. It was a massive, overwhelming three master schooner, the type of which I had only ever seen before in scale models and story books.
“Wow,” I said as we approached.
“It was a college graduation present from grandpa. He let me moor it here and use it when I was home on visits. Now that I live here, I get to use it a whole lot more.”
“It's beautiful.”
“Thanks.”
Stepping gingerly down from the gangplank onto the deck, he set me down.
“You might want to hold onto something. It can get a bit rough.” he said.
“Okay,” I said.
I did as I was told, grabbing hold of the nearest solid object. I still don't know what it was called. Then Logan went and single-handedly set the sails, moving with smooth, confident certainty that only comes with years of practice.
“It should be okay now,” he said, coming back to me.
“Okay,” I said releasing my grip.
Logan took me by the hand and led me right up to the edge of the deck. We held onto the guard rail and looked out over the vast water, sparkling bluish-green in the afternoon sun. I could understand why he loved sailing so much. It was beautiful and gave a real sense of freedom.
Out on the open water, away from the expectations and pressures of civilization. In the darker times during my childhood, I had often thought about getting away. Not just from my house but from the whole world. Sailing was the first time I had a sense of what that would b
e like.
“I know,” he said, putting his arms around my waist and kissing me on the cheek.
“Why are you psychic?”
“I just recognize the look,” he said.
“What look?”
“Liberation.”
I put my arm around his neck and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
“What's that for?”
“For showing me,” I said.
“I have to admit, I had a bit of an agenda when I brought you down here.”
“And what might that be?”
He got down on one knee and I braced myself, expecting him to bury his face in my pussy, which I could already feel was dripping wet for him. Instead he took out a small black box with a hinged lid.
“Kora Molly Evans. I love you more than anyone and -”
“Yes!” I blurted, trying not to cry.
“Really?” he asked, looking surprised. “You’ll marry me? Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes!” I repeated, unable to stop.
Logan took me firmly around my waist and kissed me hard, as the tears were starting to flow down my cheeks.
“Hey,” he said softly, wiping away my tears.
“Happy tears, I promise,” I said between sobs, “it's just such a -”
“Relief,” he said.
I lay my head on his shoulder, never wanting him to let me go. He did, of course, but only to slide the ring onto my finger and get out his phone.
“Do you want to tell Kristen or should I?”
“I thought you couldn't get reception when sailing.”
“Oh, not where we were. We were way out on the open ocean. This is different. You should still be able to connect.”
“She's your sister,” I said.
“She'll be yours, too, soon enough.”
I'd never even thought of that part of it. Not only had Kristen and I finally reconciled after years of mistakes and misunderstandings, but we were also about to be family, of a sort. She was already the baby's aunt by blood and now she was going to be my sister, at least by law, too!
“And all of us can go on a trip soon,” he said. “That client my dad and I met with? He liked our plan and we’re expanding. The business is doing well.”