by S. I. Hayes
“I said... I got it.”
“Yes… You do.” I smile as he rubs the foot and calf up to the knee. First, the left then the right. Still, on the floor, he kisses up my legs. Turning me, so my ass is half off the couch, he gets my knees on his shoulders and pulling down my panties, opens me up.
I let out a ravenous moan as he starts in on my dripping pussy.
“Oh, I love this effect of you pregnant.” He pants from between my thighs. “It’s like a ripened peach. You taste so fucking good.”
I pull up my skirt; my belly keeps me from being able to watch him. But I can feel his fingers as they fuck me slow and deep, his tongue focused solely on my swollen clit.
I come in unending waves. He stops only long enough to pull me to the floor so he can take me. With the pillow under the belly, he’s got the perfect angle to thrust and really hits the mark.
Just as I come again, I hear the front door pop open, and the dogs go nuts from the yard.
“Baby? It’s mom? Are you-Oh My!”
I’m trying to straighten myself while Cal pulls up his pants, but it’s too late. Thanks to our big picture mirror, Mom has seen the goods.
“You didn’t lock the door?” I whimper, redder than an apple at Cal and my mom.
“I’m sorry, baby, I used the hide-a-key, I called, but you didn’t answer. I thought you were having a nap.” Her face is redder than mine.
“Um, no!”
“Well, I can see that! Can’t you-I don’t know-use a bed like normal, respectable people!”
“Too much bounce on the belly.” Cal answers.
My head swivels toward him faster than Linda Blair in the Exorcist. “You didn’t just tell my mother that.” I deadpan.
“What? She asked a question.” He snickers.
“Is this going to be what dinner is going to be like?”
“Oh, mom, I forgot.”
“A forty-minute drive, reservations, and I’m gussied up; you had better go get yourself cleaned up before Douglas gets here. You have an hour. It should be plenty of time.” Mom insists.
“Where are we going?”
“To Delphine’s a little French place that Douglas wants me to try for the wedding. You promised to be taste testers.”
I look at Cal, who shrugs. “Free dinner and dessert.”
“You’ve had enough dessert, young man.”
“Yeah? Well, he’s about to get a bit more, who do you think washes my hair nowadays?” I stick out my tongue as I take his hand, and we head for the shower.
Chapter 37
Calvin
French food. I’ve come to the conclusion that I only like three kinds of French food. French Onion Soup, French Dip sandwiches, and French Fries. Kaycee was disappointed that she couldn’t touch the cheese platter, but by the time Tracie and Uncle Douglas get married, she can have all the Brie and Neufchâtel she wants.
Tracie seemed to like the rustic feel and little samples on tiny pieces of toasted baguette. I was over it the moment we walked in. I always hated coming to these frou-frou places with my parents.
“Cal?” Kaycee whispers to me in the backseat of the car that took us all.
I take her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Yeah?”
“I don’t want that kind of cray-cray for the wedding. Can we do it more simple, but stay pretty?”
“I hope so.” I bring her hand up to kiss, and she smiles, putting her head on my shoulder to nap for the ride home.
***
I don’ t know how others do it. Balance work, school, and home life without exploding. I’ve been going to classes all week while working at night. It’s hard to keep my face from falling into the plate for the hour I’m home in-between. Kaycee is left asking me about the wedding, and I find I have no recollection of the conversation minutes after it occurs. I know she’s frustrated, in more ways than one. She tried to initiate sex this morning, and I was just so tired. I mean she got me going, that wasn’t the problem. I just kept nodding off. You can guess how that went over.
The idea of getting her that mold of my cock keeps looking like a better and better idea. It’s nine-thirty, and I’m leaning against the counter at my Verizon Store. It’s about all that’s holding me up at the moment.
“Dude, you like need a bump or something?”
I look at Brynn, my manager. “Huh?”
“A bump, ya know a toot, a line.” She makes a snorting sound.
“Um, no, Ma’am, I don’t do drugs.” I laugh, awkwardly.
“You’re an eighteen-year-old guy with a full-time job, school, and a kid on the way. How the fuck do you keep up?”
My eyes drop. “I- I’m-not.”
Brynn reaches into her bra, coming over to me. “Look, we got more than two hours left. It’s dead in here, let’s go, do a bump, and then we can play with the phones.” She smirks.
“I- well-”
“It’s no big deal, like downing a pot of coffee without all the sugar. And it won’t stain those pearly white teeth of yours.”
The rest of the night is a blur. I come to it with Kaycee wrapped round me. What the hell happened? I remember feeling like I could take on the world. It was like the night we… When I-my cock is hard as a rock, and she’s taking every merciless inch, I have to give.
“Oh, Cal.” She mewls like a bitch in heat as I plow her from the back. I don’t know how long we’ve been at it, but I spy the clock, and it’s after three. Christ, have I come at all?
She’s dripping so much sweat and cum down her thighs that I’m sticky with it, as I’ve got a handful of her curls wrapped in my hand. What the fuck am I doing? We don’t do this. Not like this. I pull out, and she collapses.
“God, Cal… That was…” Her eyes flutter as her legs tremble. She’s still touching herself as I head for the bathroom to get her a towel. Checking myself in the mirror, I see my iris’ are black. I look like a fucking demon.
Well, I certainly can’t do that again.
***
Coke is a versatile drug. Did you know you can liquefy it and make candy out of it? Neither did I until Brynn gave me a pack of lozenges. Just one of these little jollies, and I’m hyper-focused, alert, and able to get whatever I need done. I’m acing classes, selling hard at work, and fucking my girl like a pornstar. Hashtag winning. Why then do I feel like a cheat? When I come down, I feel like the lowest of pigs. Some of the things I’ve done to Kaycee recently…
“She loves me, that’s for sure.” I say to Brynn, as we’re stocking the back room.
“There’s nothing wrong with taking a money shot for a guy. It’s actually really good for the skin.” She says with a smirk.” I love a cumshot, especially if I’ve brought it on with my tongue.”
“Oh, Kaycee’s gotten a bit too big to be doing that anymore.”
“Oh, honey.” I feel a hand cup my balls. “You must be feeling very neglected.”
I freeze up, swallowing. “Brynn, what are you doing?”
I feel her hot breath on my neck. “You owe me for the coke.” She squeezes me, getting my attention.
“I-you know I’ve got a fiancée.”
“She doesn’t need to know how you pay for your habits.”
I shrug her off. “It’s not a habit.”
“Tell yourself that. I’ll be right here when you run out.”
Chapter 38
Kaycee
I’m dying. This has got to be the hottest August in my life. I’m lying in front of the air with ice packs totally naked, and I’m still sweating like a suckling pig on the spit. Mmm, that sounds really good, except it’s too fucking hot to cook anything. I’m practically living on protein shakes and frozen smoothies right now as I’m too big to drive safely, and I’m too lazy to cook. The heat index is too high to even use my new pool! I’m so disappointed. The dogs are miserable; poor Stetson is hiding under the bed.
The doorbell rings. Ahh, food. Cal is home for a change. He called off from his morning shift, wasn’t feeling too good. He does l
ook a little worn for the wear. I mean he’s running like the terminator. School, work, taking care of me in every way. He’s been a little rough, but my GOD was it worth it. I’ve never come like that before. It’s like he’s possessed or something. My body aches in places I didn’t know it could. Today though, he’s snappy. I’m chalking it up to being overworked because if it continues, I’m gonna have to smack him silly. A woman can only take so much, and I’m a pregnant woman, so I’m not going to take it nearly as long. I swear if he tries cumming on my face one more time… I’m gonna bite him.
“Kaycee, you’re wings are here, so is the cookie dough.” Cal comes into the bedroom, and I’m so thankful they’ve made safe to consume cookie dough. It’s all I’ve wanted for days.
“Thank you. Are you hungry?”
“Nah. I’m gonna go for a shower. See if I can cool down. Then I’m gonna study for a bit downstairs.”
“Okay.” I say through a mouthful of chocolaty goodness.
I’m lying here with a full belly and a sugar high when I hear the front door pop. Getting up, I see Cal get in the Santa Fe.
Hmm, wonder where he’s off to?
Chapter 39
Calvin
Three days. Three days without a lozenge, or a hit of any kind. I’m shaky and short-tempered. Brynn has been watching me withdraw in a gleeful temper. I hate her. I hate myself. I need to level off. Just a little taste. A few grams to take the edge off. Cold turkey never did anyone, any good.
I drive out to the address she gave me. It’s just past West Philly High School. A whopping ten minutes up the road. I’m hoping that this goes over smoothly. I’ve got the money she asked for so it should be fine.
Right?
I knock on the door to the normal-looking house, and she answers. Jean cutoffs and a tank. Thank God. I was afraid I was walking into her in a teddy or some other crazy sex stuff.
“There you are. Was thinking you were gonna welch on me.”
“Do you have it?”
She opens the door. “Inside, sugar.”
I look in; it seems safe enough. Going in, she locks the door, and I’m led to the living room. It’s super cool inside. She’s got central air. It’s nice.
There it was. My snow-white friend. Only it wasn’t in a baggie; it was cut and lined up on the table just waiting to be devoured.
“I don’t like to snort. You know that.”
“This is what I got right now. My guy comes in thirty. Can you wait?” She shrugs, going to the floor and taking a little straw, she starts a line. Tossing her head back, she laughs, with a little snort. “Oh, it’s good.”
I drop my bag and kneel beside her as she offers the straw. Fuck it; I need the fix.
Up it goes, burning the shit out of my nose and throat. “Ahh, fuck.” I complain, then it hits me. The buzzing, it starts in my ears and works its way out. I swallow and adjust my eyes as she leans me down for another one. It goes easier.
“There, baby, isn’t that nice?” She coos, stroking my thigh. I look down, and she’s unbuttoning my pants. I go to stop her, but my hands are heavy. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
I fall back as she takes off that tank to reveal no bra covering her tits. I chuckle as she wraps her full lips around my cock.
“Oh-that’s-nice.” I say as my eyes flutter into the back of my swimming head.
When next I regain my senses, my cock is slathered in lube, and I’m balls deep in Brynn’s ample ass. It’s tighter than anything I’ve ever had and fuck if it doesn’t feel great.
“Yeah, baby!” She hollers, backing up against me, slamming hard, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. I’m not alone with her. Under her is a guy. We’re all covered in sweat. I feel the guy’s cock in her, rubbing me, and getting my load ready to blow. “Cum in me! Cum in my ass, cum in my pussy! Make a fucking mess of me!” She groans, and the filthy way she demands it makes me do it. I pull out to finish it on her back, and she squeals in delight.
My cock doesn’t want to go down, though. “Fuck, why won't this shit go away?”
“That’s the coke, baby, now let’s clean it up so you can pound my pussy again.”
“N-No! I can’t- I shouldn’t have done this.”
“Yeah, well, the last hour says differently.”
“Yeah buddy, you came in her ass and her mouth already, what’s one more hole?”
“Are you crazy? Or trying to get knocked up?” I shake my head.
“Baby, I ain’t got those parts no more. So I’m just a vessel to be filled. Now, if you want your fix, you’re gonna earn it.” Brynn snaps. Using baby wipes to clean herself up.
“I’m not. In fact, I’m gone.”
“See you soon.” She wiggles her fingers at me as I slam the door.
I get to the car, and I’m freaking out. What have I done? Fucked a tramp. A skeezy one at that, and my boss. How am I supposed to work and shit now? Speaking of work, I have to be there in an hour. I need to get home and clean this ass of mine and not alert Kaycee.
I need all the luck I can get.
***
I try and promise myself that I can resist the powder, that I can resist that slutty boss of mine. I am a liar and a cheater. I deserve to be punished. So I let Brynn punish me.
I’m in the back room while she digs her heels into my back, her wet snatch a perfect place to bury my hard cock. She sprinkles a bit of coke on me and then has me fuck her. Holy shit, not only is my cock numb, but it’s harder than it’s ever been. It’ s great because it gives me the added oomph to meet Kaycee’s demands when I get home. I wash up, of course. I’m not a monster.
“We’re getting married this weekend. You know this has to stop, right?” I say to Brynn as I’m fixing my pants.
“Yeah, you keep saying that. Yet here we are again.”
“No, I mean it. I need to pay another way or get help. Something else.”
She kisses my cheek. “Sure, baby. Whatever you say.”
Chapter 40
Kaycee
“I’m gonna be sick.” I run for the bathroom of the bridal suite at the Orchard. It’s not long before I’m to walk down the aisle, and I can’t stop my stomach from rolling.
I hardly slept. They took me away from Cal at lunch yesterday, and I haven’t seen him since. I know he’s here somewhere, but no one will let us talk. I’ve had my phone taken away too, so no phone communication either.
“It’s okay to be nervous.” Mom assures me as Faye comes over and gives me a ginger mint.
“It’ll kill nausea and your breath. Just suck on it after you swish and spit.”
I nod. “How does everything look?”
“Just beautiful. Your guests are all eager to see you.” Faye smiles, as she and mom help me to stand.
“You ready to put on the dress?” Mom asks me, and I swallow, with a short nod.
“Do you think he’s gonna like it?”
“Based on what you got on under here? I think he’s gonna love it.” Mom blushes. “I have a few things for you.” She holds out a pale blue pearl necklace. “It was grandma’s; it’s been passed down. For each wedding. So it’s got you covered for something old, borrowed and blue, as for something new, I hoped you’d accept these.” She opens a box with a pair of diamond and sapphire hoops. “From Douglas and I.”
“Oh, Mom.” I gasp, overwhelmed.
They pull me together, and I slip on my dress. An empire waist, with silver embellishments at the underbust and a sweetheart neckline. Putting my new boobs totally on display. My hair is in a half pony with my curls full and trailing down my back. In it is baby’s breath and blue roses, courtesy of the Cradle Bay Science club, who, as I understand, is in attendance as is the cheerleading squad, the dance team, and half the faculty of our former school. Leave it to my mom. I invited some of the group, and since I am marrying my best friend, I asked April to be my maid of honor. She’s been helping to keep me from running away from all this and eloping.
“You l
ook perfect.” April smiles. “I’ll tell them five minutes, okay?”
I swallow, trembling. “Okay.”
I walk out to the hall and am met by my grandpa. He’s gotten good enough with the prosthetic that he’s gonna walk me down the aisle without the cane.
“You ready, Seabee?” He says softly, taking my arm and handing me my apple and cranberry bouquet.
“As I’ll ever be.” Wagner’s March starts, and so do we.
The chairs are set up in a horseshoe to see us better under the apple trees. There is a long red carpet for us to follow, and to either side are red, orange, and white mums in beautiful stone planters. Uncle Douglas stands as Best Man and April as Maid of honor. Ciera, along with Bonnie and Wendy, are bridesmaids all in lovely chocolate and candy apple red chiffon dresses. Micha, Joey, and Walter, guys from Verizon that work with Cal are in Chocolate suits with candy apple red ties and boutonnieres. It’s bigger than I thought or planned, but it’s perfect. Cal stands at the end of the carpet, on a small landing under a bough of apples. His beige suit standing out against all the greenery. His tie is chocolate. He looks wonderful with his hair pulled back, and his glasses- His glasses are gone. I bite my ruby lip, hesitating.
“It’s okay.” Grandpa gives me a nudge as I make eye contact with Cal.
I take a deep breath, and I’m handed off to the man that would be my husband.
Chapter 41
Calvin
It’s perfect. Her hand in mine. Our hands joined. Our worlds connected. The only problem is I’m a dirty, lying, cheating snake and coward who is too afraid to tell her the truth. I’m addicted to coke and fucking my supplier. I don’t know anyone else to get it from. It’s not like I can just be like hi, I’m looking for some coke. That’s how you get mugged or shanked. I’d prefer neither of those things. Walter is a possible source. I invited him to the wedding, hoping he and I could come to an agreement that didn’t involve a cock getting sucked.
We’ve said our vows and signed the papers. I’m officially changing my name to Calvin Archer McLane, and little Calvin, when he’s born, will be the beginning of a new legacy. Mine. He will be Calvin Archer McLane Jr. Kaycee did an awesome job with Faye for the set up of the place. It’s beautiful. All hardwood, roaring fires, inside and out, full soda bars since most of the guests are underage and the food? Everything has an apple theme. From the apps to the cake.