by Jamie Knight
“I'll call when I'm ready to go, go get some coffee or something,” I said to the driver as I got out of the backseat.
“Yes, sir,” the driver said, sounding rather happy with this.
I gave him a twenty to assist in this endeavor, thinking of it more as a tip than straight up charity. Reece was right. It did feel good to give back. At least a bit. And not just as a way to get a tax receipt. Which was also a nice upside but not the only reason to help one's fellow humans.
The limo eased out of the spot. Left to my own devices, I turned up the collar of my coat against the gathering chill and started the walk back to the brownstone. An interlude giving me ample time to run scenarios through my head about what might happen when I got there.
I had been asked to go but declined. I hadn't been in the headspace to deal with all the drama that I was sure would ensue if I showed up. I wasn't sure how Sally might react but there were several possibilities and many of them were far from pleasant. Not that I blamed her honestly. I had acted like a prick.
This was before Reece had come down to the office to talk some sense into me. I felt like a bit of a jerk for just showing up after saying no but still helped it would be okay. I knew Ava would be fine. She likely already knew that I was coming despite declining at first. Reece likely also wouldn't be surprised. They were the two people who knew me better than anyone. Simon and Derek might bust my chops a bit but I can handle that. I'd have over fifteen years of practice. I'd reached a level of zen peace about it. It was almost fun in a weird way. I didn't know how Maya might react. I knew her a bit but not well enough to really predict. Same with her friends Catharine and Amanda, who I had really just met recently.
Not that it mattered. Not really. Simon had recently put me on to a philosophy called 'absurdism', at least his own version of it, which basically came down to don't sweat the small stuff with the proviso that 95% of existence fell under the category of small stuff. In the end there was only one person's opinion that really mattered, at least in that particular context. It was a real weight of my mind to realize this.
Ava would love me no matter what and it was hardly the first time I had screwed up and Reece and Simon hadn't ditched me. I was really only friends with Derek out of pity for him and suspected it was a similar situation for Reece and Simon. Everyone else was up in the air, including the only one who really mattered in the long run. Sally. Sweet, beautiful Sally who I had so brutally ghosted on scant motivation manufactured by someone I knew to be a psycho. If it was possible for me to hate Jessa more after what had happened with On the Go, I would. Though truth be told, I was almost past it. My hate burning so hot it had crossed over into intuitional oblivion. A mindset in which I Jessa ignored her very existence to the point that she may as well not exist. It might seem petty but I was really happy there.
There were cameras going in of course. Most buildings in that area of the city had security of some kind. Despite it also having one of the lowest crime rates in the state. There are some, of course, who would like to make a causal link between the two, which would be like brining against dinosaurs and when someone points out there are no dinosaurs saying it worked then.
It didn't matter anyway though, like so much in life. Particularly when you know how to finger hack on smartphone through a VPN that allowed me to alter the mainframe as I walked over. Instead of me walking legally to the door of a house I had been invited to in glorious, hi-def black and white, the sterling paragons of professionalism on the security staff were being treated to a documentary on the dangers of surveillance.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath and hoping for the best but preparing for the worst, I raised my fist, as though in enthusiastic solidarity and rapt upon the chamber door. The seconds ticked by like tears and finally, I heard footsteps approaching.
“The fuck you doing here?”
“Nice to see you too Derek,” I said.
“Sorry, it's invited guests only,” Derek said.
“I am an invited guest,” I pointed out.
“You didn't RSVP,” Derek said smugly.
Some people might have wanted to hit him. I likely would have hit him at one point in my life. At that point however I was so over it and really felt sorry for him more than anything else.
“No, I didn't, it is true and I can only offer my sincerest apologies,” I said.
“Everyone's already sitting down to eat,” Derek said.
“Sounds like I'm just in time,” I said, slipping past him.
“It isn't really good manners you know, to say you aren't coming and then to show up late.”
“Yes, I am aware,” I said.
“Glad you could make it,” Reece said, as Ava pulled me towards the table.
“Get another chair!” she ordered no one in particular.
Simon got up and did the honors, scotching his own chair over so I could sit between him and Reece. Not the worst place I could think of to be. At least I would be flanked by allies, come what may.
“So nice of you to make it,” Maya said, as I sat down
“I did my best,” I said, honestly.
“Better late than never,” Gia added.
“Here, here,” Reece said.
Derek stared swords at me but he seemed to be the only one really taking offence to my presence.
“Who's that?” asked a voice from the kitchen, “I only made enough for the people who RSVPed.”
“We made an exception,” Maya called back, while looking straight at me.
I couldn't exactly tell but she seemed to be on my side. It was nice to have support. Especially when trying to correct a wrong.
“Sally,” I said.
“Yeah,” Sally asked, coming out from the kitchen. She stopped dead as soon as she saw me, “fuck.”
“I got -”
“A video,” Sally finished.
“You too?” we asked in unison.
“What was yours?” I asked.
“You first,” Sally said crossing her arms, the assembled guests ping-ponging back and forth between us.
“I can't really -”
“It's okay,” Reece said.
Then Catharine came out looking all business. An affect helped by the fact she was wearing a sleek black dress with matching heels.
“Go upstairs and figure it out, yeah? I'll save you some food,” Catharine said.
“Good idea,” I said.
“Sure,” Sally agreed.
“I'll go first,” I said, sitting on the bed.
“Okay,” Sally said, sitting down beside me.
“I got a video on the On the Go app, showing Jessa at your apartment and you were hugging her. I assumed the worst.”
“That we were in cahoots?” Sally asked.
“Yes,” I said, trying not to laugh at her unironic use of the word 'cahoots.'
“Understandable considering her reputation” Sally said.
“It was still an assumption though. I wasn't really thinking clearly. It didn't really make sense given the facts.”
“At least you figured it out,” Sally said.
“I didn't actually,” I admitted, “it was a Reece who talked sense into me.”
“He's good at that,” Sally said
“So I've noticed,” I said, “what was your video?”
“It showed you and Jessa, you were being, um, physical and she was -”
Sally didn't finish, the tears got in the way. I held her as she cried, rocking her gently as we sat on the big bed.
“She was saying it was good to be back together right?”
“Yeah,” Sally said.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better I shoved her away.”
“Hard?” Sally asked.
“To the floor,” I said, neither proud nor ashamed.
“Wow,” Sally said.
“I also told her, in no uncertain terms, that she and I were not back together and I ever wanted to see her again.”
Chapter Sixteen
; Sally
The pang almost hurt. Could hardly believe I had been so wrong. I knew what I saw in the video but always knew it didn't make sense. Mike was clearly not a fan of Jessa and seemed to smart and stubborn to get back with her no matter what Jessa tried to pull. Not to mention the fact that in the video it was Jessa doing the talking and the hugging, Mike seeming to not want any of it. It was easy to believe that he would have pushed her away.
“Okay,” I said, pretending not to me moved as I was.
“I'm sorry for thinking you could ever do anything like that,” Mike said.
“I think we both made mistakes,” I said.
“How do you know Jessa anyway?” he asked.
“She was a really good customer, particularly at the beginning when I had just opened. She basically kept me going the first year.”
“Right, I thought that might have been it,” he said.
“You remember?” I asked.
“Only vaguely, to be fair I was still drinking then. There were a lot of black outs. Probably why I didn't notice that Jessa was planning to screw me over and steal On the Go.”
“I was wondering about that,” I confessed, “I'd always heard that you were developing it, it was your thing and then, suddenly, she is being named the CEO.”
“Funny how that happened,” he said.
“Looks like she screwed us both over,” I said.
“Tried to,” Mike said, “luckily we have good friends who managed to figure it out.”
“Did you talk to Gia?” I asked.
“No but Reece did.”
“That makes sense,” I said.
“I think she might have know something was off first, when you told her it was over. She told Reece and they worked it out before he told me. At least that is the series of events that most makes sense.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“I'm glad we got it figured out though,” Mike said.
“Me too,” I said.
“Not least because I think I love you.”
“O-oh,” I said.
It was all I could think to say, so overwhelming was it to finally hear him say what he meant, particularly because I felt the same way and had for a while.
“Yeah,” he said, seemingly as surprised to say it as I was to hear it.
“Which is good, because I love you to you goof,” I said.
“I agree,” he said.
“About which?” I asked.
“Both, really,” he said.
“Let's hope it's just the first because I'm pregnant.”
He just looked at me for a moment. I braced for the worst. I knew he wasn't really interested in babies. Or at least baby things. He had made that clear at the baby shower when we had first met. Was he going to yell? Rage? Say it wasn't his? Just get up and storm off? There were so many potential outcomes, none of them. Apparently I had been being pessimistic because what he actually did was something I never could have predicted.
Laying his hand tenderly on my belly, he moved in and kissed me lovingly, a soft closed-mouth smooch, quickly escalating into a full-on make-out session. I thought he might strip me and fuck me right then and there. He had done it before but instead he gently broke the kiss, leaving his hand on my belly and looked at me with tears in his eyes. I could only hope that they were tears of joy.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
“Yes, are you?”
He didn't say yes. He didn't say anything, likely overcome by the news that he was going to be a dad. I could relate.
“Do you think I'm still invited to Ava's Thanksgiving party tomorrow?” I asked.
“Why wouldn't you?” I asked.
“Well, she said if we were still together we should go. We weren't together before, are we now?”
“I want to say yes but it feels weird without knowing if you agree,” Mike said.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, I want to be together, properly together.”
“Me too,” he agreed, “in which case you should definitely come to the party tomorrow. I really want you to meet Ava, especially now that she is going to be an aunt.”
“Good point,” I said, not having thought of that.
“I'm sure we can make room for one more at the table or two more in this case,” he said.
It felt really good to laugh again. It had been a while, pretty much since the unpleasantness that
had followed Jessa sending the videos. It was so wonderful to be with him, really be with him, particularly now that we both knew I was carrying our baby. I wanted to fuck him so bad I could feel it. Going by the growing bulge in his pants he felt the same way. He looked down, noticing me looking.
“Oh, I- it's the, you know, proximity, you're just really sexy and -”
“It's okay,” I said, laying my hand on his hard cock giving it a gentle squeeze making him close his eyes and making him sigh softly.
“C-can I suck you?” I asked, before I knew the worlds were coming.
“Of course,” he said.
Getting up off the bed so we wouldn't ruin Cat's sheets, we went into the middle of the room. We kissed again, even more passionately and I slowly sank to my knees, Mike unzipping his fly and unfurling his cock for me. Careful to be gentle, I cradled his cock in my hand and started stroking it, first with one hand and then both. Noticing his balls, all lonely and neglected, I moved dedicated one of my hands to giving them some love and attention, while continuing to work his shaft with the other, employing a gentle turning action I had learned that he liked.
After a few more strokes, I started softly spiraling my tongue around his warm head, while stroked him. I felt him getting ready to cum, so I stopped wanting him to cum in my mouth. I had missed his cum so much I didn't want to waste a single drop. When he had backed off from the edge, I dropped my mouth onto his cock, taking his throbbing shaft all the way in, actually managing to deep throat him. He gaped and looked down apparently as surprised as I was that I was able to do it. Backing off enough that I could breathe normally, I gently started to suck, running my soft, wet, lips up and down his shaft from the head to near the base.
Getting him near the edge again, I kept going letting him unload into my mouth, filling it with his sweet cum. Slowly backing off, keeping my hand around his shaft, gently stroking it, I swallowed down his tasty load.
Putting his hands on my shoulders, I looked up at him and he gently pulled me to my feet. He kissed me lovingly, softly cupping my cheek, my hand still around his massive, tree trunk of a cock which was still hard despite him having just cum. I was amazed at his stamina. Taking me by the hand he led me over to the nearest wall and gently bent me over. Bent at the waist, my hands braced against the wall, Mike hiked up my dress and pulled down my leggings and panties, leaving my pussy and ass exposed to him.
I braced as soon as he started to caress me. Not out of fear so much as a natural reaction. I hadn't been touched in a while and wasn't really used to it anymore. Soon enough I relaxed though and was just able to enjoy the feeling. After massaging my ass for a while, he slipped his had down between my thighs, gently cupping my pussy. I let out a loud moan and pushed back harder against his hand, as he slipped to fingers inside me.
Working my clit until I came hard, my entire body wracked with shakes, Mike taking me around the waist to help keep me upright. Keeping a hand on my hip, Mike knelt behind me and buried his face into my pussy. Licking me like his life depended on it, fingering my pussy while swirling his tongue hard on my clit. I tried to keep quiet as I came but it was really difficult. Finally, I came down the trembling subsiding, Mike gently stroking my pussy and back.
When I was ready, Mike stood up behind me, his hand still on the small of my back, and stroked his cock against my pussy lips.
“Be gentle, okay?”
“Of course,” he said.
I let out a deep breath as he pushed in, getting most of is huge cock deep inside my tight little pussy. St
opping right before it started to hurt, he started to move inside me, building up a steady, moderate rhythm, hard enough to be felt but not hard enough to really hurt. Right before he unloaded in my pussy, he pulled out of my pussy and unloaded in my ass.
“Sorry,” Mike said, he cock still in my asshole.
“It's okay,” I said, pushing my ass back even further on his cock.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yes, please, fuck my ass,” I begged.
He was really gentle ad even without lube or the prep of a butt plug it felt amazing and didn't hurt at all. He reached around and played with my pussy as he fucked my tight little asshole making me bite my lip to keep from screaming. Mike thoughtfully reached around and put his hand over my mouth, letting me scream into it. We came at the same time, Mike filling my asshole with his cum once again.
Sneaking into the ensuite, we washed up, Mike cleaning my pussy and asshole before I gently cleaned off his still hard cock before sucking him off for the final time and we returned to the friendsgiving gathering.
The dinner went off without a hitch. No one even asked where we had gone for so long and there was still lots of food left, including the massive turkey cake I had made which was carved more or less traditional with some taking legs and others wings and others from the breast according their preference, the dark meat replaced by chocolate cake an the white meat replaced by French Vanilla. It was quite the hit.
When all was done and cleared away and most of the guests had gone home, I found Gia where she was in the living room as Reece rocked Amber to sleep for the long ride home, Mike observing his technique trying to pick up some pointers.
“Thank you so much,” I said hugging Gia for surprise.
“What was that for?” Gia asked, sounding genuinely perplexed.
“Mike told me what you did for us, getting Reece to talk to him about what Jessa did, talking some sense into him.”