by Jamie Knight
Simon and Derek might bust my chops a bit, but I could handle that. I'd had 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, whom I had really just met recently.
Not that it mattered. Not really. Simon had recently turned me on to a philosophy called 'absurdism', or 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 off my mind to realize this. Even though that one person was Sally and I was a bit scared of her reaction, to say the least.
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. 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. That was a mindset in which I ignored Jessa’s 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. It didn't matter anyway though, like so much in life. Particularly when I knew how to finger hack on a 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 years 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, scooching his own chair over so I could sit between him and Reece. It wasn’t 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 offense 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 and added, “fuck.”
“I got -”
“A video,” Sally finished.
“You too?” I asked. “What was yours?”
“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. This affect was helped by the fact that 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.
We hurried upstairs, to the tune of some whistles from the partygoers in attendance.
“I'll go first,” I said, sitting on the bed once we got to the bedroom.
“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.'
“I guess that’s 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. I should have talked to about it instead of fearing the worst.”
“At least you figured it out,” Sally said.
“I didn't actually,” I admitted, “it was 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 Jess; 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, she was completely lying about that, and on top of that, 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 never wanted to see her again.”
I was so glad I was talking to her about it. But now I felt like an even bigger idiot for not just doing this a lot sooner.
Chapter Seventeen - Sally
The pang of regret almost hurt. I could hardly believe I had been so wrong. I knew what I saw in the video, but I also always knew it didn't make sense.
Mike was clearly not a fan of Jessa and seemed too 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. I didn’t know how I had fallen for her lies.
“Okay,” I said, pretending not to me as 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 pretty miserable then,
because she was taking the app I’d created and running with it. I knew she had let the fame go to her head but I hadn’t even noticed that Jessa was planning to screw me over and steal On the Go.”
“I was wondering about that,” I confessed, “It seemed to me that you were developing it, it was your thing and then, suddenly, she is being named the CEO.”
“Funny how that happened,” he said. “And to top it all off, she was cheating on me but when I left her once I found out, she still wanted me in her life. Of course I wasn’t having any of that. But to this day she’s still trying to screw me over for not giving into her narcissistic desires of having me in her life while she cheats on me and takes my app.”
“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 known 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 too, 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.”
I had finally worked up the nerve to just come out and say it, even though I hadn’t planned to say it exactly this way. 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, and many of them weren’t good. Apparently, though, 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 be?” 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 have Thanksgiving with Ava and me, 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, fuck,” he groaned.
“It's okay,” I said, laying my hand on his hard cock and giving it a gentle squeeze, making him close his eyes and sigh softly.
“Can I suck you?” I asked, before I knew the words 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 one of my hands to give them some delicate 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 stroking him. I felt him getting ready to cum, so I stopped, not 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 again, taking his throbbing shaft all the way in, actually managing to deep throat him. He gasped 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 hand down between my thighs, gently cupping my pussy. I let out a loud moan and pushed back harder against his hand, as he slipped two fingers inside me.
Working my clit until I came hard, my entire body wracked with shakes, Mike then took 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 his huge cock deep inside my tight little pussy. Stopping 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 and unloaded in my ass.
“Sorry,” Mike said, his 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 and 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 bathroom that was attached to Catharine’s bedroom, 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.
“There you guys are,” said Catharine. “Everything okay now?”
“I’m sure everything is more than okay,” Amanda joked.
“Hey,” Catharine cut her off, always a gracious hostess in her small but well decorated apartment she was willing to share with all of us for Thanksgiving, “don’t make my cake maker mad.”
“This really is delicious,” Amanda said, holding up the cake I had made, that was shaped like a turkey.
Everyone nodded their agreement while Mike and I sat down to eat it along with salad and some other items she had laid out. I thanked everyone, glad they liked the cake.
The cake was massive and had taken a long time to make. It was carved more or less traditionally, with some guests taking legs and others wings and others from the breast according to their preference, the dark meat replaced by chocolate cake and the white meat replaced by French Vanilla cake. It really was quite the hit and I was pleased.
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 looking as if he was 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.”
