“Stace, you must have had your first experience with a boy or you wouldn’t be telling me this. I thought it was with Sheila Otherton your senior year but from what you’re saying it was someone else before that. If you want to share I’m here to listen. If not, that’s fine too,” I say calmly and making sure I choose every word correctly.
He sits is cup down on the windowsill and wraps his arms around me tight. I pat his back and hug him the best I can with my coffee still in hand.
“You don’t know how much that means to me Em, you are amazing.” He kisses my cheek and pulls away.
“Well thanks bud, right back at cha,” I wink with a grin and give his arm a good reassuring squeeze.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you this forever. Kyle was my first. That’s why when we were in high school he was so possessive over me. We sort of dated behind closed doors for like two years before I met you. That’s why he hated you.”
Oh, that makes total sense now!
“So… I know this sounds weird but how’d did you know Kyle was the one you wanted to do it with? Or have the urge to do it with?” I ask and I feel all gross inside for asking. I shouldn’t need to know this but I’ve never had a close bi or gay friend before and this is something I’ve always kind of wondered.
He chuckles and shoots me an over-the-top smile.
“Oh Em, how I love you! You care for me so much. It never ceases to amaze me.” He pats my leg. “I dunno, Kyle and I had a lot of sleep overs. Known each other since first grade. So he was familiar. One night we were sleeping next to each other in his bed and his hand kind of accidentally brushed my cock in my boxers. I liked it enough to get a boner and that’s sort of when I realized that I like both sexes. I’ve always checked out other men. Found some of them to be hot but I never thought anything of it at the time. I chalked it up to curiosity. Until that day and then I knew different. Kyle felt the same except he never liked girls. So we experimented with each other for nearly five years. Then I cut him off when I moved to LA and he wanted a serious relationship with me and I never wanted that from him. I feel kind of bad being with him for so long and not wanting that. But I never loved him like I love you. It was more sexual than emotional. I think with men for me it’s the sexual need and men are so much hornier than woman anyhow so that turns me on. But emotionally and esthetically women are what I prefer if I had to choose. I love the soft skin, breasts, long hair, curves and the folds of a pussy. Cocks are hot but it’s purely erotic, not emotional. I hope that makes sense,” he says.
I nod. Everything he said made sense. Quite a bit of information for me to process but I’ll get around to it one of these days.
“Yeah I guess it does make sense. I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that you bottom and you suck dick. I mean I kind of thought you might since you’ve always been open with telling me this guy or that guy is hot. But it’s kind of hard to fathom. Ya know?”
“Yeah tell me about it. Try growing up checking out those hot men and not knowing why you find them appealing and when you’re in the locker room you catch yourself looking around desperately for a glimpse of anyone’s cock. But just so you know not that this matters. I don’t always bottom. It’s about fifty-fifty for me. The cock sucking thing. If I want my cock sucked I have a woman do it, rarely do I let a man unless he begs for it. I just find that women believe it or not, do it better. They’re more sensual about it. Men just want to do it rough and firm and I don’t like that. I won’t lie and tell you I haven’t sucked a guy off myself. I have, especially Kyle, and since him maybe two or three men. But most guys I run into are gay and they want a gay man not a bi man. So I stick to chicks who could care less.”
Wow that was too much TMI. I guess I wanted to know those things deep down. But there goes my very handsome best friend laying it all out on the table and I can’t scrub this imagine of him sucking on Kyle’s cock out of my head. It’s not a good image either. I hated Kyle. Ok, I never hated him but he did me. So, in turn, I didn’t like him. I guess that’s how things work when you’re a teenager.
“Do you miss Kyle?” I ask without even thinking. I’m such a moron.
“Honestly? Yes. A lot sometimes. The friendship part you take care of completely but that half gay man inside of me really wants to be in his arms again. I know he hates me because the last time we talked he told me he wanted to try and be together again. Like together, together, as in a couple and I told him to fuck off and that I’m not bi anymore. I said he was just an experiment gone badly. I was such an asshole but he wouldn’t stop trying to get me to come back to him. The sex is what I miss the most. He was my first and that I’ll never forget. I have a big soft spot for him. What can I say?”
Awe, I think my heart just broke for him. Even though I couldn’t stand Kyle all those years I can see why he was so protective of Stacy. He’s gorgeous and I wouldn’t want to share him either. Especially if I was in love with him as much as it seems Kyle was or maybe still is.
“You should call him Stace. Tell him the truth. Tell him what you just told me. Maybe he’s still pining over you and if he is I can’t imagine how painful that might be. I’m only two and half weeks out of my pining over a one-night fucking stand and look where I am?”
He pats me lovingly on the leg.
“I’m sorry babe, I shouldn’t be shoving all this heavy stuff on you. You did care for Johnathan didn’t you? I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. I’m sorry.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him. I lay my head on his shoulder with a sigh.
“Yeah the more I think about it, the more I feel like I was in love for the first time. It only lasted a day. But I think it might have been the real deal.” I shrug sadly.
“I know babe.” He kisses my forehead. “Johnathan is handsome and I’ve seen him work his cock. He’s got skills. And when he gets all emotional in bed I’m sure it tugs at your soft heart.”
“Yeah,” I exhale. “I just thought when he said he fell in love with me when he first saw me at in the front row of the concert, that he was being honest. It felt honest at the time, I guess. Then when he said I was his and he wanted to be with me and take care of me. I had to beg him to have sex with me. Looking back I know it was all a game. But it meant something to me. Especially when he cried.” I tuck my arm through Stacy’s resting my hand on his thigh.
“He cried?” he asks softly.
“Yeah. Twice. Almost made me cry too. Like I said, he’s good,” I mutter.
“I know of his game but I’ve never heard there were ever tears involved. I’ve known him for over four years and never seen him cry once.”
“Guess he’s upping his game this time.” I pout. “Okay enough of the heavy for now. I need to shower. I stink. And you need to get around to go see your mom. I have to hit the docs and talk to them about my girly shit and then we can meet up back here for dinner tonight. Sound good?”
“Yep.” He says with a lovely soft smile. Without a shower still in his pj’s and he looks like a damn fashion model.
I stand, mosey into the house, set my empty mug in the sink and head straight to the best bathroom in the entire world. Okay, it might not be the best but it’s close. My mom had the bath gutted when I was eight and knocked out a closet next to it to make room for a bigger bath. Now my parents Victorian has a glass walled steam shower, claw foot tub, slate tiled flooring and creamy buttermilk walls. It’s seriously interior design magazine quality.
Chapter Fourteen
I’m in my wonderful suburban alone, diving to my doctor’s appointment with Dr. Shells at one. I turn up the radio. The only stations my beautiful truck picks up is the local country stations. I’m not sure if it’s a funny joke or that its antenna just sucks. I leave my windows hang open. I got to finally wear something non-rock and roll today. Thanks to being back in Hickville U.S.A. It’s okay to wear a floral knee length A-line dress to the docs. I even opted out of heels and went for white flip-flops. Bettysville is too small to house
any doctor’s offices except a small at home vet right outside of town. So I’m driving ten miles to Wayfort where my doctor’s office is located next to the only hospital within a forty mile radius. Wayfort is the hub of all the surrounding country towns. It’s a city of about thirty five thousand. Has the only Walmart around and a small mall. It’s the best you’ll get unless you want to drive two hours to Fort Wayne.
I pull up outside, leave my widows down and my doors unlocked. Something I wouldn’t ever do in a larger city. But here it doesn’t matter. No one is going to steal your stuff.
“Hey Emily,” Mary, the receptionist waves with a smile when I come in. I don’t sign in. They know me by name because my mom happens to work next door for Dr. Botkins and Dr. Larson, both pediatricians. Dr. Botkins was my doc when I was a kid and Dr. Ted Larson is what we all like to call Dr. Hot pants. He’s thirty-five and sexy as hell and he’s single. My mom tried to set me up on a blind date with him once but I backed out last minute. I didn’t think it would be right to go on a date with a pediatrician considering my body can’t have babies and it would be like rubbing it in both of our faces. I explained it to my mom as gently as possible and she understood and even apologized for being so inconsiderate. Like I always say, I have the best mom on the planet.
“Come on back Emily,” Nurse Linda, a full figured brunette in her forties says with a big over-the-top friendly smile. I’ve known Linda since I was sixteen when I first started coming to the gyno. Even though I wasn’t sexually active yet, my mom wanted to introduce to the world of womanly functions. With my periods being irregular since I first started, she thought it might be best to get checked out. That was when I first found out I have endometriosis and a tilted uterus.
I follow Linda back to one of the five exam rooms. Todays the day I get to be naked. I go inside after I get weighed which I never watch. I don’t care to know how much I weigh. I’m small and freaking out about ten pounds gained or lost will just make me worry more.
My mouth becomes suddenly dry. I need some water.
Going into the exam room I sit down on the table. Linda takes my vitals and here comes the wonderful part.
“When was your last menstrual period?”
“Eight months ago.”
“When was the last time you had intercourse?”
“Two weeks ago”
“How many sexual partners have you have in the last month?”
“One.”
“How many partners in the past year?”
“One.”
“How many in your lifetime?”
“Two.”
“Are you on any kind of birth control?”
“No. I don’t have sex much and I can’t get pregnant.”
It’s like a running ticker tape. Question after question. She fires one off and I fire right back. It’s kind of embarrassing in some cases but I’ve only ever been with two people I guess that’s something to be proud of at twenty four. The last question finally comes after ten more.
“Do you have any questions or concerns for the doctor?”
“Yes.”
She looks at me like I need to move forward and tell her what I need to discuss.
“I will discuss it with him once he arrives,” I sweetly explain.
“Ok.” She stands up and carries the laptop in her hand that she was just entering my answers into.
“Please take all your clothes, including you underwear off, put the gown on and drape yourself with the sheet and the doctor will be with you shortly.”
I nod and she leaves.
I strip quickly. It’s freezing in this office. My nipples are instantly hard and sore. I sling on the blue and white gown opening to the front like always. Prop my cold naked butt onto the paper that’s lining the table and drape the white sheet over my legs for warmth.
Thank god my doc is old enough to be a dinosaur or I would feel wrong being this naked. Okay, he’s not that old but he’s no spring chicken. He’s handsome and rather built for a doctor. He has a full head of salt and pepper hair and his eyes are icy blue. He always smells so good like cigars and peppermint and there is no doubt that he was sexy in his youth and now he’s just handsome. To me at least. I am sure his girlfriend or wife or whatever would say he’s sexy but I’m sure he’s about fifty-five and that’s way too old for me to comment on in that department.
A knock
“Can I come in?” I hear Dr. Shell say and he slowly opens the door.
Smiling at me he puts out his hand for me to shake. “Emily, it feels like it’s been forever. How are you?” He’s so charismatic.
“I’m good doc and yourself?”
“Good. Good.” He offers another warming smile. “So what brings you in today?” He stands next to the instruments laid out for my annual.
“I came to get my annual, I am little behind and I’m sure you’ll need to do a STD work up,” I say confidently. Even though I am anything but.
“Oh? Have you been having unprotected sex?” His eyebrow rises, surprised.
“Yes, stupidly. I did about two and half weeks ago well it’s closer to three weeks now but I did and only that one time.”
He doesn’t need to know it was four times that night. That’s too much information. But it was once. Just one full night.
“Ok, I’ll do the whole workup. I should get the blood results back in a week and the other’s I can do in office and let you know before you leave.”
“Sound great,” I smile.
He does the typical run down like every year. Checks my breasts for lumps, feels around my abdomen which is always tender thanks to my endo. But he’s always gentle. Does my vitals again. Then I put my heels up in stirrups and the uncomfortable part begins. He shines a light at my crotch and inserts that uncomfortable and cold instrument to check me. I get scraped and prodded. Once he’s done I get up, he leaves and the nurse comes in draws three vials of blood and hands me a cup to pee in. I go into the bath and pee and I come back and now I am sitting again in the room fully dressed. Awaiting my results.
Twenty minutes pass and another knock at the door. This time he doesn’t hesitate and he just walks in.
“Well Emily. Have you been experiencing any kind of problems lately?” He asks looking over my results.
“Not really why? What’s wrong?” I frown.
His face is serious but it’s not worried. He’s not giving anything away.
“Do you itch or burn when you pee?” He asks.
“Oh god no.” I shake my head and cover my mouth with my hand. “Is that what I am supposed to be feeling? Something is wrong isn’t it?”
“So no symptoms, nothing out of the ordinary at all?”
“I feel a little crampy, my breasts are tender, I’m thirsty and I could probably eat a cow the past two days. But it might be PMS. Even though I don’t have regular cycles I do have PMS occasionally and god knows that lately I’ve been going through a lot of stress but no burning or itching.”
He leans over and hands me a booklet. ‘Your pregnancy.’ I look at him and back at the purple booklet.
“Is this a joke or something?” I am so not laughing.
“No. But you are pregnant,” he says with a straight face.
“WHAT!” I screech. “I’ve been told for years I can’t have babies and now I get pregnant after a one-night stand. Are you shitting me?”
I’m warm and furious. This cannot be happening to me! I can’t be pregnant. I’ve been told for the past eight years I have a less than ten percent chance of conceiving normally and with the way my condition has progressed my doc has went to say that I have even less than five percent because of my irregular periods and tilted uterus. This is ridiculous! They must have switched the tests.
“I know, we seriously thought that you couldn’t; that’s what makes this so rare.”
I shake my head back and forth trying to clear my very fucked, overly stuffed head.
“You’re sure I’m pregnant? You didn’t switch my
urine with someone else’s?”
He nods “I’m sure and I will roll in the ultrasound machine now and we can see the baby if you want to make sure everything looks good. You can’t be far along but we can see something.” He explains.
“I’m only three weeks I had sex three weeks ago and that was the last and only time. You can see a baby at three weeks?”
“Yes and it’s not three weeks it’s classified as five because that’s when the egg must have dropped and set you into your fertility cycle. Even without bleeding you can drop eggs.”
“Well that’s nice to know. Gee thanks doc. Yeah go get the damn probe and let’s do this thing.”
My life has turned from bad to worse in the matter of minutes.
“Okay but you will need to take off your underwear. You can keep on the dress but I will have to do an internal ultrasound.”
He ducks out.
I slump back against the back of the table lift my hips slide off my blue panties and toss them on the floor. I could care less about them right about now. Less than five minutes pass and in comes my doctor. Along with Linda the nurse. Maybe he’s scared of me. I’m quite intimidating when I fly off the handle and I am on the cusp. I can feel it. Too much stress in too short of time.
Linda opens the stirrups again and I put my heels into the holders.
Coming around the table she stands closest to the wall and offers her hand. “I know this can be scary to do alone. I just heard and thought you might need some support.”
What a sweet woman!
“Thanks.” I grin solemnly and take her hand into mine.
“Okay Emily, I am going to insert this.” He shows me this long white probe. “I will insert it a little bit in and it will help me see the baby. You will see the baby on this screen.” He points to the monitor. “Linda or I will explain what you see when you do. It won’t look like much. This far along and we might not even have a heartbeat yet. But I just want to make sure this isn’t an ectopic pregnancy because with your condition it’s common.”
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