by Betty King
“I love you too,” I replied, hugging him and giving him a soft kiss.
“We should get to class now,” Alex said, grabbing his jeans from the floor.
“Yeah I guess.” I grabbed my phone and looked at the display. “SHIT!” I screamed. “SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!”
“What is it?” Alex said alarmed.
“Class started thirty minutes ago. I'm going to miss my history final!”
We both rushed at light speed to get dressed. I quickly fixed my makeup and hair with a tiny compact from my purse. I said my goodbyes to Alex and ran to class.
As I ran down the empty hallways filled with lockers, I tried to think of the best excuse to tell the teacher. The only thing that came to mind was that my Grandma died. But that didn't really work in this situation. If she had really died, I wouldn't have come to school at all. Getting a flat tire seemed like the most logical of why I was thirty minutes behind.
I ran up to the door and turned the doorknob. It didn't budge.
Locked.
I looked into the small window and could see all the students working on the test. I knocked on the door, trying to get the teachers attention. He ignored me the first couple times and then finally got up and opened the door.
He poked his head out. “I'm sorry Abby, but you missed your chance.”
“But I had a flat tire!” I protested.
“No excuses,” he replied, closing the door in my face.
And just like that, the A+ I had in the class turned into an F. My parents were going to kill me. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I wiped them away, running outside and to my car. I still had one more final that day so I couldn't skip class. I kicked myself for deciding that this morning was the best time for Alex and I to have sex.
I used the time in my car to put myself back together. A great idea popped into my head. My mom and stepdad were so used to me getting straight A's that they might not even ask to see proof this time that I actually got it. All I needed to do was to lie straight to their faces. I'd done it a dozen times before with success so this situation shouldn't be much different.
After my last test of the day, I drove home and arrived at the same time as my stepdad Daniel.
Daniel and my mother met a couple years after the divorce. I didn't think my mom was interested in dating until she came back home with a guy for me to meet. They'd only known each other for a couple of weeks before she decided that I needed to meet him.
Daniel was tall, muscular, and devilishly handsome. I could definitely see why my mom wanted to marry him so badly.
“How was finals?” he asked in a deep voice.
“Oh they were just fine,” I said, trying not to make eye contact with him. I didn't want him to see right through me. I walked upstairs to my bedroom and crashed on my bed. All the emotions of the day compounded into a massive cry fest that left me sobbing for hours.
A knock at the door, interrupted my sadness. “Is everything all right in there?” my mom asked. “I thought I heard you crying.”
“No Mom, I'm fine,” I said, clearing my eyes of any leftover tears just in case she opened the door.
“Well I just wanted to let you know that dinner is ready.”
“Thanks mom!” I called back.
–
A couple weeks later we got the announcement that our report cards were shipping home. The verification that I received an F already came from my teacher. I tried to plead with him one last time to let me make it up for at least half credit. He wouldn't budge.
My plan was to get to the mailbox before my stepdad every day of the week until the report card arrived. It wouldn't be too hard to skip my last class for only a few days. The last week of school didn't matter much anyways since grades were already finalized.
I arrived home an hour before my father and checked the mailbox. I went through the letters and found one marked from the school. I took the letter out and left the rest in the mailbox so my stepdad wouldn't know that anything was touched.
“How was school?” my mom asked as I walked in through the front door.
I quickly hid the letter behind my back. “It was great! I can't wait for Summer.” My mom looked suspiciously at my hands behind my back but didn't say anything.
I ran upstairs and closed the door behind me. My heart was beating out of my chest. I thought my mom was going to ask about my grades. I had dodged a bullet.
I opened up the envelope and pulled the pink thin paper out. All A's except for the one glaring F. I got so mad that I crumpled up the paper and threw it across the room and into my closet. I lay on my bed, wondering if they already knew about my grade. It would get even worse when they realized I was lying to them the whole time.
I got up and picked up the crumpled paper on the ground. I couldn't leave the only evidence just sitting around. I uncrumpled it and then tore it into fine pieces. I threw them in the wastebasket and went to my mirror to work on my performance for later that evening. I was going to lie and tell my parents that I got straight A's again.
–
That night at dinner, I casually slipped it into conversation. “Hey guys, I don't want to brag but I got straight A's again.”
My parents glanced at each other and smiled. “Congratulations, Abby!” my mom yelled.
She stood up from the table and came over to hug me. Daniel gave me a high-five. “Nice work, champ.”
My palms were sweating and I was just waiting for them to bring up the report card.
“Bring down your report card and I'll put it on the fridge,” my mom said.
My heart jumped into my throat. They didn't want confirmation, they wanted to celebrate.
“I haven't gotten it yet. But all my teachers let me know that I got an A. It should come in the mail any day now.”
“Great news! We should doing something fun this weekend,” my mom said to Daniel.
“Yeah we can go out to dinner as a family,” he said.
“Sounds good to me,” I replied, acting excited.
I had gotten through it. My parents bought the lie and now I just needed them to forget all about the report card. If they asked me again about it, I could just tell them it might've gotten lost in the mail. I was home free.
Or so I thought.
–
On the last day of school, we got out early and I went home to change before hanging out with friends. Summer was finally here and I was going to make the most of it.
When I pulled my car into the driveway, I noticed Daniel's car sitting in the garage. My mom and him should both be at work so I was curious as to why he was home so early.
I went inside. “Hey Daniel, I'm home!” I called out.
“Up here!” his voice yelled from somewhere upstairs.
I climbed the stairs and realized that his voice came from my room. What was he doing in there?
I went to my doorway to find my stepdad sitting on the edge of the bed. Laying next to him was my crumpled up report card, except it wasn't crumpled up anymore.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked, my voice raised. The anger was bubbling in my throat. Fear had a stranglehold over me.
“I found this in your trash bucket,” Daniel said, picking up the report card. “Can you explain this?
“You're not allowed to go through my private things!” I yelled at him.
“I could tell you were lying to us last night. Your mom might not have noticed it, but I can see right through you.”
My jaw dropped. I didn't have a very good poker face. How could he talk to me like that?
Daniel took a slow breath in. “Now, explain the report card.”
I looked around the room, hoping to find some miracle that would save me. The only option was to confess. “All right, I lied about the report card.” I purposely avoided eye contact with Daniel because I couldn't face his disappointment. “I missed one of my final exams and that dropped my grade in the class to an F. I knew you guys would be disappointed in me so I intercepted
the mail and threw the report card away.”
“Well, you didn't do a very good job of hiding the evidence,” Daniel said with a hint of humor.
“I'm sorry.” I finally looked up at him and found his face calm and collected. He didn't seem angry but he definitely wasn't happy.
“Next time, be smarter; burn the evidence.”
“Are you going to tell Mom?” I asked.
“Come sit down over here,” he said, patting the empty spot on the bed next to him.
I sat down, expecting a slap in the face. Instead, Daniel held my hand. A spark of electricity shocked me. “I'm sorry,” I repeated.
“I won't tell your mom. This is something that she doesn't need to know. But don't do it again,” he said firmly.
A smile appeared across my face. “Oh thank you!” I wrapped my arms around his strong body and gave him a hug. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils and made me lightheaded. I pulled away enough to see his eyes looking deeply into mine. I was frozen in place, my heart beating in my ears. I studied his lips, the curves and color. Our heads inched closer and closer together. I closed my eyes and parted my mouth.
Daniel's kiss hit me like fireworks going off. His hands reached behind my back and pulled me in close. I surrendered my body to him. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue entered mine. He broke away for only a second to kiss my neck. Years of wanting each other. All those emotions bottled up for so long. They needed to be released.
Daniel gently reached under my blouse, searching for my perfect tits. He found my dirty pillows and fondled them, pinching my erect nipples between his fingertips. I moaned as we kissed, enjoying his touch all over my body.
Daniel lifted my shirt over my head while I unhooked my black-lace bra. He pushed my breasts together and kissed my cleavage. I leaned over and touched his raging boner pinned beneath his jeans. Daniel immediately shuffled his pants off, revealing his massive cock.
“Oh, it's so big,” I said, marveling at the size of it.
Without saying a word, Daniel grabbed my head and pulled it down towards his crotch. There was no question about what he desired. I grasped his shaft with both hands and stroked it up and down. His cock was so huge it was a little intimidating. I wondered if it could even fit inside me.
I opened wide and shoved his manliness into my mouth. My gag reflex hit the deeper he went into my throat. I wrapped my lips around his girth and sucked on him hard.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” Daniel whispered.
I wiped the hair out of my face and continued going down on him. Daniel put his hands on both sides of my head and began thrusting in and out of my mouth. He was slow at first, letting my tongue run all down his shaft. He crammed his cock so deep into my throat that my eyes watered and I thought I was going to throw up.
“Good little girl,” he said, pulling his cock out. “Now, needs to punish you for getting such a bad grade.”
“Oh please be gentle,” I said, laying back down on the bed. Daniel came over and unclasped my jeans, slowly pulling them off my legs along with my panties.. He tore his own shirt off and bent down to kiss my inner thighs. I squirmed on the bed from being ticklish but then the pleasure overpowered me. Daniel spread my legs and kissed my pubic mound. His tongue made it's way down, tasting my dripping wetness.
“Oh, it feels so good.” I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his hair as he kissed my womanhood. The ecstasy was building more and more. He swirled my clit around with his tongue and I almost lost consciousness.
“You taste so good,” he mumbled, his face full of pussy.
Right when my climax was about to hit, Daniel backed away. I gasped for air and reached out, hoping to find my climax somewhere. “Don't tease me, I need you right now. Fuck me hard.”
Daniel pierced me with his gigantic unprotected cock. His manliness filled me up, stretching my pussy to the limit. He was deeper than anyone had ever been before. My nails dug into his back, breaking the skin and bringing blood. His thrusts were slow and calculated. He knew exactly how to drive me wild.
“Harder, harder,” I screamed. He pushed his cock further and further into me, exploring every inch of my tight pussy. He thrust fast and hard, setting off atomic bombs of pleasure.
Daniel grunted and squinted his eyes. He was close.
“Come with me,” I moaned.
Our orgasms set off at the same time in a glorious explosion of ecstasy. Our bodies rocked together as he unloaded his seed inside me. My muscles flexed, my pussy quivering. Time slowed down and that moment lasted a lifetime.
With the pleasure fading away, Daniel collapsed on top of me, his spear still inside me. We both huffed and puffed to regain our breath. “That was too fucking good,” he said, exasperated.
“Yes,” I said, nodding. Daniel pulled out of me, letting a rush of cum flow out and leaving a void behind. I just wanted him inside me forever.
–
We both knew what we did was wrong. It was forbidden. We didn't say another word to each other after that night. Daniel went back to my mom and we pretended like it never happened even though we desperately wanted each other one last time.
There was no pretending getting pregnant. A few weeks after our night together, I told Daniel that it was his. When my mother found out, she was surprisingly okay with it. In fact, she let me share him. Daniel was to be the father of my child and my midnight lover.
There were many more orgasms to come.
The End
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Pregnant Surprise
Copyright 2016 Betty King
All Rights Reserved.
What's inside this book...
It's Abigail's birthday and she's in for a big surprise from the man of the house...
Abigail is devastated when she finds out her mom has to work on her birthday. That means she has to spend all day alone with Jordan, the strong man of the house. What Abigail doesn't know is that Jordan has a special birthday present for her that will change her forever.
“It's my first time, Abigail...” Ned really had no clue when it came to women.
I stopped kissing him and pushed him away. “Are you fucking serious, Ned?”
Ned looked down at the ground with a confused expression. “I just thought you would want to know,” he said shyly. Who knew that the star quarterback would be a virgin? We both awkwardly shuffled around in the backseat of his compact car.
I just wanted to have a little fun for the night and Ned was trying to ruin everything. Why couldn't I get a real man? “Ned, I'm just going to forget what you just said.” I grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss. His breath was minty fresh from the gum in his mouth. By the way his lips worked, I wondered if he had ever kissed a girl before. It was so slobbery that it felt like a dog was licking my face. I wanted him to stop so I pulled my shirt up and showed off my perfect tits in a white bra.
Ned's eyes went wide. He'd probably never even seen a girl naked. His hands hovered over my breasts like they were bombs about to go off. I grabbed his hands and pressed them into my tits. Ned softly moaned and I could see his cock bulging in his jeans. I knew he wouldn't be able to take my bra off so I did the work for him. By his shocked face, I knew for sure he'd never seen a girl naked before.
Ned took something out of his pocket. “I brought a condom!” he said triumphantly.
I rolled my eyes. “Good for you, now put it down We aren't ready for that yet.”
Ned look disappointed and tossed the condom on the floor. It tumbled underneath the front passenger seat and I pulled Ned's head into my tits, suffocating him. I let my fingers trace the outline of his cock under his jeans. He was smaller than I thought he would be. It was better than nothing. I rubbed his shaft a little bit and Ned had to come up for air so he could moan. I helped him unbuckle his pants and he took them off.
It was difficult to maneuver in the car but with some work I was able to get my skinny jeans off. Ned's cock was throbbing with desire.
I was barely wet but I needed him inside me. I laid down and Ned tried to position himself on top of me.
Suddenly, bright lights beamed through the windows and into the car. Ned quickly ducked down. “Oh shit!” Ned whispered.
I was getting fed up. “God damn, it's just a passing car! Would you forget about it and fuck me already!”
The headlights faded away and Ned peeked out. “I think they're gone.”