Little Pumpkin: A Halloween Secret Baby Romance

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by Jamie Knight


  I woke up with the sun the next morning. I could still feel the warmth of Gia's body and looked over to see her still wrapped around me, her face against my bicep as she slept. It was a new experience for me.

  I usually didn’t want to see a girl after I’d hooked up with her. But I enjoyed sleeping with Gia overnight and waking up next o her this morning. It was clear I had really been missing out. She looked so peaceful. I kissed her on the forehead before I really knew what I was doing and she began to lightly stir.

  "Morning, love," I said gently.

  She let go of me and stretched her arms wide. I had to be careful to get out of her way so I wouldn't get thwacked.

  "What time is it?" she asked, her eyes still closed.

  "Nine fifteen."

  "In the morning?" she asked, her eyes flying open.

  "That's right," I said, gently stroking her back.

  "Do you have any coffee?" she asked, rolling away from me.

  "No idea; we're at Maya's place," I said.

  "Oh, right," she said.

  "I don't usually do this, you know?"

  "Do what?" she asked while retrieving her bra and panties.

  "Spend the night. Like, all night, you know?"

  "Yeah, I do. I mean, I've never done that either. Any of it. I didn't even have guys stay over at all. I was alwaysa a bit of a loner," she said, pulling on her panties.

  "Do you think we could go out again?" I asked, helping her fasten her bra.

  "I don't know. How about I give you my number and you text me and see if I feel like it?"

  "Sounds fair," I said, enjoying her feistiness.

  I had a feeling she was just playing hard to get, and I liked it.

  I got my phone out of the pocket of my vampire pants as Gia pulled her fishnets on. When she was done, I handed her the phone and she typed her number into my contacts.

  "No promises. I'm sorry but I can't," Gia said, handing the phone back.

  It was then that I realized she wasn’t playing some kind of hard-to-get act. I started worrying that she wouldn’t see me again, after all.

  I was happy she seemed to be giving me a chance but wondered why her guard was up so high.

  All I knew for sure was that I was determined to see her and fuck her again.

  Chapter Nine

  Gia

  I carried my boots down the stairs to Maya's living room. She had likely already left for the day, but I didn't want to risk seeing her. I just hoped Anton wouldn't hear me and decide to say hello, calling attention to me if Maya or anyone else was around.

  There was no sign of Maya or Anton, though, as I reached the bottom of the steps. It was Sunday, so she was likely out taking him for a walk. I had just remembered that I didn't have a regular job anymore and I didn't have to worry about the time.

  I also remembered what else I didn't have anymore and smiled. I had done it. All of it. And I had lived through it. There wasn't much in the sexual spectrum I hadn't experienced now thanks to Reece and, truth be told, I liked all of it, even the stuff that was supposed to hurt.

  I sat on the couch and did up my boots as quickly as I could in case she got home while I was still there. As soon as I got to my car, I got out my phone.

  I had lost my virginity. All of my virginities, and I had to tell someone.

  "Hello?" Sally asked, still sounding groggy and a bit hung over.

  "Guess what I did last night!"

  "Got fucked hard in every hole by a handsome stud?"

  "Wow, good guess?"

  "I have my talents," Sally said.

  "Could you hear us?" I asked, the thought just occurring to me.

  I would never live it down if a room full of strangers had heard me screaming to get fucked harder.

  "Oh, no, you were very subtle about the whole thing. A few people asked where you were, but Maya just said you started feeling tipsy and went to lie down."

  "Better that I have a reputation as a lush than a slut, I suppose."

  "Stop that right now! You are in no way a slut. You were experiencing the joys of sex for the first time and have only had one partner. So far, anyway."

  "I guess."

  "Don't guess. I will not have you beating yourself up or demeaning yourself. You are not a slut and I am not a slut. You are an explorer discovering your sexuality and I am a currently single serial monogamist who really likes fucking. Got it?"

  "Got it," I said, smiling.

  Sally really did have a way of cutting through the crap.

  "So, how was it?"

  "Amazing!" I enthused.

  "How was the pain?"

  "Minimal. It hurt a bit when he first went in my pussy but it went away soon after and I was fine for the rest of it."

  "Did he try anal?"

  "Oh, no, but I insisted," I said. "I've always been really curious about it and thought why not. He was really gentle with me. I basically had to scream at him to fuck me harder."

  "You little minx!"

  "Yeah," I said blushing.

  "It felt good, right?"

  "Oh, fuck yeah," I said.

  "Lots of nerve endings there. Not something a lot of people think about. Done right, anal can be really amazing. It's sad how many people have a bad first experience and then never try it again."

  "I can imagine," I said, glad I wasn’t one of those people.

  "So, are you going to see him again?" Sally asked.

  "That I don't know. He did ask if I would, when we woke up together."

  "You slept together. Like, literally slept together."

  "Yeah, it was kind of an accident. I couldn't really walk afterwards, and I was very tied."

  "I bet!"

  "Yeah, anyway, I gave him my number and told him to text me and see if I felt like it. Going on a date with him, that is."

  "But you're still nervous."

  "Yeah," I said, ashamed to admit it.

  "You want to trust him before you risk your feelings. Sex is one thing, but an actual relationship is another."

  "How did you get to be so smart?" I asked.

  "I've been around, honey."

  "You’re a year older than me," I said.

  "And I let Bobby Mason go down on me when I was thirteen."

  "Shit!"

  "It was consensual. I was just really curious, you know? Still, I wish I had waited. A bit longer, anyway. Give myself more time to be a kid. That's the thing with innocence. Once it's gone, it's gone forever. That one oral sex experience killed it for me."

  "That’s not true," I said. “There are lots of other things out there aside from oral sex.”

  “You would know. After last night.”

  “Very funny,” I protested.

  "I’m just kidding You did good, babe," Sally said, "you've got a chance at happiness or at least a good fuck and you should grab him by the balls. Literally if needed but you might want to be gentle, they can be pretty sensitive."

  "So I noticed," I said.

  "You touched 'em?"

  "Sucked 'em," I said, hoping this wasn't some kind of taboo, "well, one of 'em."

  "Wow, you really went above and beyond," Sally said, "no wonder he wants to see you again."

  "Is that good?" I asked.

  "Oh yeah, I’m sure he loved it. How was it for you?"

  "Interesting. It was warm and hard like his cock, although I think I liked his cock better. I was a bit surprised how good it felt. I mean, I knew it felt really good for the guy and that the girl could get a sense of power from it, but it actually felt good, like, having it in my mouth."

  "Warm and comforting, right?" Sally asked.

  "Exactly," I said, smiling at the memory.

  "You don't have to marry the guy, I'm just suggesting that you give him a chance," Sally said.

  "I'll think about it," I said.

  "Promise?"

  "Promise."

  For all my other faults, one good thing that could be said about me was that I always kept my promises. I
thought about it all the way home. Not only the prospect of opening my heart to Reece and risking my feelings but also what he had done to my body and how wonderful he had made me feel.

  I stripped off as soon as I got through the door, the fishnets beginning to do unfortunate things to my legs. Particularly my thighs.

  Clad only in my underthings, I got out my computer and checked my emails. There was one there from Maya. She had given me the contacts for Amanda and Catharine and said she hoped I had fun last night, followed by a winky face.

  She definitely knew what had happened with Reece and really didn't seem to mind. I was relieved. I had come to really like her as a friend. Which was another reason I was unsure about whether to see Reece again.

  I was in the middle of composing an email when my phone started going off. Wrestling it out of my purse, I looked at the little glowing screen. It said there was a new text message from a number I didn't know.

  I tapped on it anyway, a funny feeling in my belly telling me that I should. The text was from Reece. He was persistent, I could give him that. The message was pretty simple and straight forward, asking if I felt like it yet. I decided to be honest back. Well, mostly honest.

  Not yet. I'm really busy.

  Lots of parties to plan?

  Yeah, a lot of work.

  I remember and I was just helping.

  Good helping. I never thanked you.

  It's cool. Helping is its own reward.

  Corny.

  A bit. Besides which, I saw up your dress when you were on the ladder.

  Naughty!

  And also nice. ;)

  Really?

  Oh yeah.

  I was wearing panties.

  With a pumpkin on them. Very festive.

  You really did look up my dress.

  Did you think I was lying?

  More kidding.

  Yeah, I just couldn't help it. You looked so good.

  Wow.

  Are you mad?

  No.

  Will you be free after the holidays? Perhaps in January sometime?

  I don't know.

  Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?

  No, not at all. It felt really good.

  Want to know what I would like to do to you?

  I read that one a couple times. I did want to know and I didn't want to know. It wasn't the directness of his question. He had fucked me in all my holes, so I figured we were past that. I was still nervous about trusting him, but I couldn't deny he had made me feel really good.

  Sure.

  I want to lick your pussy. Long and slow.

  Outside or inside?

  Both. First outside, then inside.

  Then what?

  I would feed you my cock.

  Could I suck your balls?

  Of course. Balls first, then cock.

  Yummy!

  Then I would bend you over and fuck you from behind.

  Pussy or asshole?

  Pussy first. Make you cum.

  Hard?

  Eventually. I'd work you a bit first, get you ready.

  Will you cum in me?

  If you like. I could also unload in your mouth or on your beautiful tits.

  I like it in my mouth. Could I be on top?

  Of course. That's a good position for anal, gives you a lot of control.

  Sliding up and down your shaft, your cock deep in my little asshole.

  That's the idea.

  I'll keep you posted.

  It seemed like an abrupt way to end but I had to get off the phone. My pussy had tightened to where it had started to ache and I just needed to touch myself. Putting the phone down on the table next to the computer, I lay out on the couch, pulling my panties off as I did so.

  Lifting my hips a bit, I spread my legs, the cool air feeling nice on my tight, wet pussy. I started at my tits, pulling down the cups, my nipples already hard with anticipation. I imagined Reece sucking them gently, swirling his tongue as he lightly sucked.

  I rotated my finger lightly on my nipple, my pussy getting even tighter with the sensation. Leaving his hand squeezing my tits, I imagined Reece moving slowly down, over my belly and along my pelvis to my pussy. My hand followed a similar path, going from my nipple, down between my tits and over my belly, down to my pussy, my other hand still working my tits. Massaging, squeezing and pinching at regular intervals.

  My hand found my tender little pussy at the same time I imagined Reece's tongue did. He ran his long, soft tongue down the length of my pussy, from bottom to top, flicking lightly at my super-sensitive little clit before delving back down for another pass. I imagined putting my hands on the back of his head. Not to take control but to urge him on in what he was doing, which was already making me want to scream with joy.

  I spread my lips and started stroking up the middle, gently rotating my fingertip on my clit as I imagined Reece doing the same with his lovely tongue, bringing me to the very edge of orgasm. He backed off then, massaging my pussy with his finger, making me squirm for more.

  Without warning, he slid two fingers inside me and dropped his mouth on the upper part of my pussy, working my pussy and licking my clit in a hard, circular motion. I bucked and moaned both in my imagination and on the couch, pushing my pussy harder onto my fingers as imagined doing the same with Reece's fingers and tongue.

  One of the main differences between that time and the one before was that I had actually experienced the beautiful bliss of Reece licking my pussy and was able to recall and relive it in detail now.

  Making myself cum hard, I continued to imagine Reece gently massaging my belly as I came down from the peak of my orgasmic high. He stood up in front of me, getting his cock level to my mouth. He didn't even have to say the words 'suck it' before I had the entirety of his left ball in my mouth, sucking it eagerly, jacking off his beautiful cock as I did so.

  Feeling him tense, I released his ball and got his cock into my mouth seconds before he unloaded a flood of sweet cum down my throat. I imagined stroking his cock as I swallowed it all down, wanting every single drop he had to give.

  I fucked myself with three fingers as I imagined Reece turning me over. I took a deep breath as he slid his cock all the way into my pussy and fucked me hard from behind, slowly building to a hard pound, slamming the headboard into the wall so hard the plaster cracked. He pulled out before he came, delivering his sweet load down my throat.

  I imagined Reece laying down beside me and pulling me on top of him as I pounded my pussy and massaged my asshole. Getting into position with Reece in my mind, I took hold of his cock and eased myself down on it, pushing the heart of his massive member up my ass.

  After a deep cleansing breath for both courage and relaxation, I started to ride him, his beautiful cock slamming up into my tight little asshole, making me cum at about the same time I got myself off with both hands while thinking about it. I made a mental note to buy a vibrator when the money for Maya's party came through.

  Chapter Ten

  Reece

  The bar wasn't my usual scene. It was a bit too fancy. All fruit drinks and soft jazz. I really only went there with my friends. Keeping up appearances and all. Given a choice, which wasn't often, I preferred the working-class places in Brooklyn. They didn’t have as much of a need to perform.

  At those kinds of places, I just dressed casually, was careful not to use words like 'dreadful' and I fit right in. Not where I was at, though, trapped in uncomfortable clothes because they were the fashion with people who had followed in their dad's footsteps.

  "Hi," said a nicely tailored woman to me, while I was on my way to the bar.

  The fit of her sleek, black bespoke suit showed almost every curve of her pert young body.

  "Hey," I said, looking over at her.

  "My name is Julia Rhode's, Mr. Scott," she said, handing me her card, "I was wondering if you might be looking for a new lawyer."

  "How long ago did you graduate?" I asked, Julia not looking a day
over twenty.

  "Six months ago," she said, as though it was no big thing.

  "Ah," I said.

  "Keep me in mind, okay?"

  "Sure," I said, pocketing the card.

  "For work, or for play," she said, giving me a wink that I think was meant to be coy but came across as shy.

  "Right," I said, continuing onto the bar.

  There was a time in which I would have taken Julia home right then and fucked her until she couldn't walk straight before calling her a cab. But now all I could think about was Gia. I wondered, not for the first time, what had gotten into me.

  "Four shots of Jager and a virgin White Russian," I said to the bartender, when the crowd around the bar had cleared.

  "A what?" asked the pretty bartender, who had a small black tattoo on the side of her neck, showing the sign for Pi.

  "A virgin White Russian," I repeated, not daring to say what I actually meant.

  "Ah, got it," she said, with a conspiratorial wink.

  A virgin White Russian was my code for milk. I didn't feel quite right going into a bar, even one as genteel as where I was, and ordering a milk flat out. It just didn't feel right.

  I had been on the wagon for nearly eight years; Maya had seen to that, and I had no intention of going back. I figured most bartenders just figured I was a designated driver, likely not considering that I had one of my own who I paid by the hour.

  "Would you like a tray?" asked the bartender, seeming genuinely concerned for my well-being.

  "Sure," I said, flashing a smile.

  I could almost see her pupils dilate with arousal. It was a pretty common occurrence, at least with straight women. Up until recently, my favorite place had actually been a lesbian bar near the tunnel. Maya knew the manager somehow and had warned them beforehand that I was coming. A song by Jonathan Richman started playing in my head.

  "What's that?" my friend Mike asked, as I put the tray down on our table.

  "What's what?"

  "You were humming," Aaron said, making it sound like an accusation.

 

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