“Shit, Lily,” I croaked, not like a frog, but not far from it. “I…”
I lost all train of thought when she wrapped her beautiful silky legs around my hips and used them to pull me down deeper inside her, taking all brain function along with speech away from me.
What followed was the definition of carnal, or it would be if I could remember what it meant. It was sweaty, energetic, sheet tearing and the best sex in the history of sex. The Kama Sutra had no idea what it was talking about in comparison. Or was it Karma? That would fit also, so long it was a ‘you get what you give’ type of sex, a bit like the sixty-nine position.
We started off in drunken missionary, moved to drunken cowgirl and then moved to the drunken doggy. It was carnal sex pilates.
When I could feel her knees slipping on the sheets as I thrust into her, I pulled out and spun her onto her back, and pushed inside her again.
“Stop spinning me around,” she whined, even though she’d been responsible for at least two of the spins by now. “It’s making the world earthquake and the room spin.”
Lifting her feet so that she had one braced against each of my collar bones, I started to move inside her again.
“Push on my shoulders with your feet,” I panted, grinning when she did it.
The pressure of her feet on my shoulders meant that I could use it to slam my hips harder into her. I’d read about it in one of Ariana’s women’s magazines once, and I’d always wanted to try it even though I couldn’t remember why they’d said it worked as well as it did.
No complaints here though!
I was totally taking out a subscription first thing in the morning. If one article could give me a tip like this, imagine what getting monthly ones could do?
Her gasping moans started to get louder with each plunge, but then her knees began to buckle slightly at the same time as I was thrusting, meaning that my cock hit higher up inside her like it had reached the end of her. I would have worried about hitting her brain if my orgasm hadn’t hit at the same time as hers did.
As it was, I had to focus everything I had in me on trying to get oxygen into my lungs as each pulse left me and her pussy spasmed around my dick.
Three hours later (in drunk time), I came down from the peak, relieved to find her still alive too. All at once every ounce of energy left my body, and I fell on top of her, only just catching my weight on my hand. She’d been bracing for the impact and had put her hands in front of her and tightened every muscle, including her pussy around my sensitive penis which made one last spasm hit it.
I could feel sleep taking over, but I needed to kiss her again. She’d given me so much in the last seven years, at least that’s how long it felt, and I wanted this one thing before I fell asleep. If I’d had the ability to put it all into words, I would have. Instead, I tried to convey them through mouth-to-mouth communication instead.
As our tongues slowed down, and I felt Lily sink deeper into the bed as she fell asleep, I pulled out of her and flopped onto the mattress, making her body bounce slightly. I immediately felt sleep taking over, but the rubber that was still on my cock was annoying me, so I pulled it off and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. I never did that, it was gross and unhygienic as fuck, but I was too tired to care at this moment.
Rolling on my side, I wrapped an arm around her and buried my face in her hair.
The last thoughts I had before I went to sleep were – she smells like butterflies and caramel. Followed by – I hope she remembers this in the morning and doesn’t kick me in the crotch. I wanted morning Lily sex.
Two
Tate
My head was screaming at me, literally screaming at me.
Opening an eye, I looked around my room and tried to remember something, but what?
That’s when I realized that the screaming was coming from the phone in the pocket of my jeans beside the bed. Twisting to plant my feet on the floor, I had to sit still and wait for the world to stop swaying before I could do anything else. When it did, I braced my feet flat to stand up, and felt something strange under my heel.
Looking down, I saw a condom, a very used one right under me.
“Gross, does no one care about the rest of the world? Who the hell drops a used rub…” breaking off, my head snapped around to look around the room. There wasn’t anyone in it with me, so why did I have a used condom?
Lying back down, I rolled onto my front and crawled over to the opposite side of the bed to make sure whoever it was hadn’t fallen out through the night. If my head felt the way it did, then fuck knows what the alcohol had done to them? I also wasn’t used to having someone in bed with me, so there was a slight worry in my head that I might have kicked them out through the night.
Peering over the edge, I closed one eye to help me focus and looked around. When I didn’t see anything, I crawled off a little bit further, so that my head was on the floor with my hips still resting on the bed. Nothing!
I didn’t smell the perfume until I was pushing myself up and I had my face on the sheets. It was a really nice vanilla and caramel smelling scent, with a hint of flowers or something too. How people came up with all the different perfumes available in the world, I’d never know. I couldn’t imagine going into the kitchen and dumping everything into a bowl and then adding water so I could spray it on myself, but somehow the magicians of the perfume and cologne world managed it.
I’d smelled this one before though, yesterday in fact. I was sure of it. Closing my eyes, I took a few more deep breaths and then it hit – Lily.
Lilith James, the girl who’d been driving me crazy for months. Her and her parents had moved here just under a year ago, but I hadn’t met her until New Year’s Eve when they’d had a huge party at the bar they owned. Chris had tried to keep her attention on him all night and had then stormed out when she’d focused on her work instead. That guy was such an asshole. If she’d acted interested in him, I would have locked her out of my mind, but she hadn’t looked like she gave a shit what he was doing and didn’t even notice he’d left, so I made it a point to go in at least twice a week for a drink just to see her.
Hearing how she’d only gone out on a couple of dates with him because she didn’t want to look like a bitch had been a relief, but the guy was out of his mind doing what he’d done with Carly at the same time. That’s like choosing roadkill over a steak dinner, who did that?
Mulling it all over, I tried to see what else I could remember. I’d driven her to work, the douche had arrived, he’d ‘walked’ into the pole… I remembered all of that and having a couple drinks after it, but aside from that? That’s when a flash of her coming hit me, and my morning wood became a freakin’ forest.
I needed to go and find her.
How I managed to shower as fast as I did without slipping and breaking my neck, I’ll never know, but as soon as I finished brushing my teeth, I pulled some clean clothes on and moved toward the door, stopping when I felt something in my shoe.
Slipping it off, I looked inside and saw a piece of material. Confused, I carefully reached in and pulled it out, my jaw dropping open when I saw what it was. A black lacy thong with yellow stitching here and there like daisies on it. I was sure I’d remember a woman shoving her underwear in my shoe at the bar last night, so it could only belong to one person, because only one person had taken their panties off around me last night.
I had Lily James’s thong…
That was when my phone rang.
My cousins in Piersville needed us now.
If I had her number, I would have texted her to let her know it sure as hell wasn’t just one night for me. Obviously I’d leave out the fact I couldn’t remember a majority of it, but I’d let her know the most important facts – she mattered, and I wanted more.
Thinking outside the box while I was away, I figured I’d text Luna or Dahlia to get me Lily’s number so that I could relay those facts onto her. That wasn’t doable after Luke and Isla Montgomery’s evil twins dro
pped my phone in the toilet to see if it was waterproof. Anyone who said kids that age couldn’t plan the demise of human civilization had never met those two.
I’d have been home much sooner too, if I hadn’t stayed behind to help my cousin’s wife and my close friend Sonya with her baby while her husband healed from some weird thing that involved his balls.
Twenty days being called Taint would drive even a saint crazy, but the second I said that they started talking about me getting a Tainthood. And don’t even get me started on the graphic details of what a woman went through after she gave birth, which they’d insisted on discussing in great detail every time I was around.
Then, my cousin decided to fill me in on his testicular torture and tried to get me to look at the surgical site which went up the center of his scrotum. TMI meant too much information, but this was a different level of TMI. TMINSTFU – too much information, now shut the fuck up.
And, if I hadn’t been such a pussy, when I got home I wouldn’t have accepted the request to go to our second site to discuss something with the site manager for over a week. I’d come home intending to go straight to her bar, ironically called The Bar, but I’d freaked out over what she might be thinking about my absence for five weeks, and had pussied out completely.
Unfortunately, all of that was true, which led me to now, standing in front of The Bar and trying to figure out what I was going to say. Every time I thought of the perfect words, I’d forget them because I was so nervous.
Reaching into my pocket, I rubbed the lace of the pair of panties that had become my good luck charm since the day I’d found them. They’d gotten me through the hell my cousins had gone through, all of the taint calling, the barf inducing over sharing of information, the worry and the sleepless nights…
And now they were giving me the kick up the ass that I needed to walk inside The Bar and lay it all out for Lily. After I’d begged for forgiveness, obviously. And I wasn’t above falling to my knees to do that either. I just hoped she didn’t go for the crotch, that was never a good thing and no amount of lace rubbing would get me through it.
Lily
The morning after my night with Tate Townsend, I’d woken up thinking I was dying. It hadn’t just been my head that had been hurting, I’d hurt in every muscle of my body, and my vagina had felt like it was broken. That’s when I’d rolled over and seen the muscled chest of the man lying beside me, and for a second I thought I’d done something truly awful like have sex with my vile ex.
The relief I’d felt when I’d seen that it was Tate instead had been crazy, but then I’d freaked out and called a cab while I pulled my clothes on and then ran out the door.
Truth be told, I’d expected him to walk through the door of the bar that night, or even the next day. When he hadn’t, I’d expected him to walk through it at some point at least.
Five weeks later, I wasn’t expecting a damn thing, except a baby.
I’d been working my ass off to keep the business going while Dad recovered from his heart attack, but then I’d caught a stomach flu that had been going around. It hadn’t been so bad because Mom had been home, taking a break from shooting a movie to look after Dad and make sure he was ok, and she’d managed the bar for us. Then she’d had to go back, leaving me to keep her updated and make sure he did as he was told… whilst feeling like a doggy poop on the road that’d been driven over by a thousand cars, then hammered because someone decided it sounded like fun.
Fucking awesome! And yeah, I was swearing. Sue me! I. Felt. Like. Hammered. Shit. Picture what that would look like in your mind, then have some sympathy for someone feeling like it’d look.
This so wasn’t a fun time.
When it hadn’t cleared, I’d gone to the doctor, but he’d just told me to hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. Asshole, asshole, asshole! You try staying hydrated when even blinking makes all the fluid in your body converge in your throat and come flying out of your mouth. When every breath in smells like the world had become one big shit pool.
Saltines were the food of the Gods, and Pedialyte saved my life, because nothing else was consumable.
After a week of this, I’d realized that my period was late, as in oh-my-mother-fucking-God-I’m-so-late-it’s-almost-Christmas, type of late. Well, not quite, but in the world of unplanned single motherhood pregnancies, even two days late felt like a decade.
So, I’d gone to the store and picked up a box of tests. There’d been a deal on a limited edition economy sized pack of the things which had confused me. Were they aimed at people who were trying for a baby, or at sluts who regularly forgot to use contraception? And yes, I could call them a slut, because although I was sure we had used one, obviously we hadn’t because I was now late and possibly pregnant. I was a possibly pregnant Slutty Von Slutterson from Slutsville who could call my fellow sisters who were panicking for the same reasons a slut. I wouldn’t mind them calling me one, that was the perks of the Slutty Von Slutterson from Slutsville Sisterhood – SVSFSS for short.
Turns out, the eight in that pack weren’t enough for me because they were all broken. So, I went back and bought a pack of each brand available, totaling another fourteen tests which gave the results in different ways. The ones I found most offensive were the fucking smiley faces. They should have done it the other way around so that the smiley face celebrated the fact that you weren’t pregnant. You could have one box for women who were trying and wanted that smiley face, and another for the SVSFSS with hysterical tears on them.
And, as if twenty-two tests wasn’t enough, I drove to a different store and bought a further four from there, hoping that the first store had something in the air that ruined the tests on its premises.
Twenty-six tests with purple pluses, blue lines, pink lines, smiley faces, the word pregnant and my favorite out of the lot (not) the big pink thumbs up all screaming at me – Hey, girl. You pregnant AF!
That had been followed by testing my urine, three times at my request, at the doctors and a blood test, all which then screamed – told you so!
Thankfully, the doctor had given me something for the nausea, and started me on prenatal vitamins. Sure, I’d been in shock, but the next day when the lovely woman with the horse-cock sized probe had shoved it up my vagina and shown me my baby, there was no question over whether or not I was keeping it. It had looked like a little penguin with a big fat belly, but it was my baby penguin. Well, and Tate’s, but I needed to figure out how I was going to break the news to him.
Obviously, from his lack of appearance, I was the only one who’d had feelings involved that night. However, I was twenty-two years old, I owned a successful business, I had stability, I had maturity, and I was fully capable of raising a baby on my own if Tate didn’t want to be involved.
I just had to figure out how to break the news to him. I was only seven weeks pregnant, which was strange because apparently you got two weeks free in pregnancy which I hadn’t known, so I had a minimum of thirty weeks to tell him. I would have preferred it was thirty years, but that was still plenty of time.
Which brought me to now, serving a beer while my best friend Beau sat waiting for me at a table.
I’d met her when I’d first moved here, and we’d become friends after first, “Hey bitch, I need a drink.” Her real name was Silver, and her sister’s name was Diamond, but they both went by their middle names of Isabeau and Vivienne, or Beau and Vivi. Their mom was originally from Mexico, but she’d moved to Texas with her mother when she was a baby. Their father was half American and half Chinese, so both women were stunning with unusual features that just added to their beauty. Long thick blue black hair that was straighter than any pair of straighteners could ever have made mine, almond-shaped eyes in a hazel brown color, curvy bodies that even the most iconic pin-up girl would have been jealous of, and plump lips that women paid thousands for and prayed they didn’t go wrong.
Me, on the other hand, I had blonde hair that came to my shoulders, otherwise I had to spend hours to
get it to look even semi-decent. At this length, I didn’t get pain in my neck, and it only took me a maximum of an hour with my straighteners to make it look presentable. I had a big butt, a small waist, and boobs. I was five foot two too, so it made the butt and boobs look even bigger.
Holy shit, being pregnant was going to make me look like an infinity symbol – bulges both ends, and tucked in at the middle. Well, until the middle popped too, and then I’d look like a DNA with three helix’s on it.
And on that depressing thought, I picked up my grape juice and walked over to where Beau was waiting on me, glaring at a tall guy over my shoulder.
“Who’s that?” I asked, sitting down on the chair opposite her and taking another look at the guy.
“Rich Suave,” she growled, narrowing her eyes at him. “He works for the Townsends.”
“Did he run over your dog?” I questioned, leaning slightly to the side in case I got caught in the crossfire. Flicking her laser beams to me, she gave one shake of her head and then focused them back on him. “Your cat?” This time she didn’t bother looking at me when she shook her head. “Eat your goldfish?”
When I got no answer, I sipped my grape juice and grimaced. I’d never been fond of sweet juices, even when I was a kid, and this shit was God awful. It had said it had extra vitamins in it though which is why I’d gotten it, hoping they’d help the baby so it came out like an Avenger. I wasn’t sure if I could drink stuff like this for another seven months, though. Or was it eight? Holy shit, I didn’t even know how long I was going to be pregnant for! If it went to plan, I had another thirty-three weeks left. Let’s say there were four weeks in a month, that meant I had eight months and one week left to go.
I could hear some sort of argument going on behind me, but I was too busy triple checking my math with my fingers and toes involved when Beau asked me a question, so I answered without thinking.
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