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by S. K. Logsdon


  I give him a confused look. “I thought you said you see it all the time with him.”

  “I did. But it’s short-lived. He stopped fucking around even though you wouldn’t screw him. Except for you know, Cassandra. He talked to the guys about you and he came to you when he fucked up with drugs. I think it’s sincere. I hope it is. Is what I meant to say. He’s a complex man and I don’t always know his motives.” He shrugs.

  I lean over and kiss him on the forehead.

  “Thanks’ Stace. All of this with him is confusing. My heart hurts still because of the Cassandra thing. But it’s not like I can change what happened I can only change what I do about it. So I am going to love these little babies.” I caress my tummy. “And I’m to go on trucking the best I can.”

  I cuddle into him and turn on the TV. We spend the rest of the morning and afternoon hanging on the couch. I make some mac n cheese for lunch and he paints my nails a pale pink for my date tonight.

  Chapter Six

  “Hurry up she’s coming to the door!” Stacy yells down the hall.

  I’ve spent the past hour re-showering, doing my hair, shaving, putting on makeup, pink lipstick, shimmery grey eye shadow and a crap load of mascara and eyeliner. I’m wearing shiny black dress. It’s tight around the bust and my bra makes my boobs push up out of the top. I’ve got hot cleavage. It flares slightly under my breasts so you can’t see my bump. My red hair is wavy over my shoulders, and I deep conditioned it today so it’s extra soft.

  I’m so nervous. I’ve never been on a date with a woman before or on a date in general in a longtime. Well I did in DC but that doesn’t count it was sudden and it was more of a bar excursion. Plus, I’ve been horny thinking about this date since this afternoon. My belly keeps doing summersaults.

  “She’s here do you want me to let her in? Oh God, she has a really nice car, Em!” he yells again.

  I’m busy strapping on my heels and jewelry for tonight. I can’t get my hand to stop twitching long enough to latch this damn necklace. I got my silver earrings in, now this three tier necklace is the problem.

  “Em!”

  “Jesus, yes! Let her in.” I holler.

  A gently knock at my door.

  “I said let her in, Stace.”

  My door opens and holy shit! I freeze staring. There she is in her five foot five glory. Long straight brown hair, lovely blue eyes, wearing a black and grey stripe pantsuit tailored perfectly to her body and super trendy. Her white blouse is open at the top and her cleavage is poking out just a little. She’s fucking hot! I can’t believe I’ve went six weeks without seeing her again.

  “Wow!” she exclaims eyeing me up and down.

  I stand up straight smoothing the sides of my dress down with my hands.

  “I should be the one saying that to you. I love that suit.” I wink with a smile.

  “Thanks. But seriously Emily you’re gorgeous. I guess I forgot how hot you are. You ready to go. I have a gift for you waiting in the car.”

  I raise a flirtatious eyebrow at her and twirl my hair innocently while biting my lower lip. I can feel my clit thumping. My belly is doing lots of jumping jacks right now. My heart no longer aches but is soaring at the sight of her fantastic beauty.

  “Not that kind of gift. A real gift, dirty girl.” She eyes me and licks her lips. Oh, fuck, she’s hot! Those pouty lips of hers are perfect and glossy.

  “Oh.” I fake frown. “Can you help me with this first?” I hold out my necklace.

  “Sure.” She takes it from my hands. I turn around and lift my hair so she can clasp it for me in the back.

  She steps closer and wraps the necklace around the front of my neck. Pressing her breasts against my back she clasps the necklace and it falls forward. I let go of my hair and she wraps her hand around my torso pushing my back to her front. I hear her inhale my scent, her face in my long hair.

  “You always smell so lovely.” She says pushing my hair to the side.

  She pushes her lips to my neck. Oh, yes! I groan in my throat at the sensual contact. Her lips are soft and supple. She licks her tongue up my neck leaving a hot slick stream of her saliva. I’m already breathing heavy and if she keeps up I am going to take her on my bed right here, right now.

  “You were such a naughty girl this morning on the phone.” She hisses in my ear, goose bumps flare over my skin and I swallow hard.

  “I know.” I choke out.

  Her hand that’s tight around my stomach slides a little lower. I gulp, my throat is dry. My body trembles at her touch. It’s been so long, far too long since I’ve been touched like this. The last person was her and it didn’t last long enough.

  “You know what you did to me?” she whispers seductively in my ear moving her hand even lower.

  “No.” I whimper softly.

  “Yes, you do, Emily. You make me so wet for you.” She cups my sex with her hand over my panties and I squirm as the heart of her hand tantalizes my clit. “Do I make you wet too?”

  I nod, and she circles her finger over my hot core. I’m burning to come. I want her so bad!

  “Ah yes, I do make you wet.” She moans in my ear.

  Sliding her finger to the side my panties she pushes her finger in so she’s touching my bare pussy lips. I nearly jump out of my heels. Her skin is so soft and warm. I lean my head back inviting her to take my neck. She sucks it while sliding her finger between my hot wet slit. Oh God! Yes! She feels so good! I need her, I want more. Please! She dips her finger into my tight hole up to her knuckle. I’m shaking in her arms. Sucking my neck harder, her breathing is hot and heavy in my ear. I let a slight moan escape my lips as she swirls her finger inside of me. Teasing me taunting me, fucking me with shallow thrusts.

  “See sweetheart I can make you just as wet as you make me. Your dirty little mouth this morning made me finger myself at my office chair. I couldn’t wait until I came to see you. See what you did.” She thrusts into me harder, her finger coaxing the perfect spot.

  “Oh!” I moan. She presses harder and faster! Oh God. I’m going to come! I’m going to come! I can feel it burning in my belly.

  I can’t catch my breath. More, I need more!

  “That’s right baby I fingered my pussy because of that hot mouth of yours. Did you like that I fucked my pussy for you baby?” she hisses in my ear.

  I nod fast.

  “Say it!” she barks hotly against my neck her tongue ravishing my skin.

  “I… Oh God.” She pumps harder swirling her finger, my juices dripping all over her.

  “Say it!”

  “I loved that you…oh, yes! I loved that you fucked your pussy with your finger.” I moan my body convulsing. I tug my hair. I can feel it my belly wants it. I need it. My core is screaming. I’m almost there! Oh God!

  “Who did I fuck it for?”

  “Meeeee.” I moan loud, panting.

  “That’s right, baby. Do you want to come? Do you want me to make you feel good?” she groans into my ear.

  “Yessss. I’m almost there… Please don’t stop.” I beg.

  She pulls her finger out of me and lets me go. I whip around to face her. Her eyes are on fire, her skin flush, her lips red from sucking my neck.

  “I’m not letting you come. You little tease.” She sticks the finger in her mouth that was just in me “Not yet, and you taste so good….” She moans sucking my nectar off her hand.

  I’m panting hard. My core aches with the desire to be sated and I have the equivalent of blue-balls for chicks. I need to release so bad or I think I might die.

  “I can’t go to dinner like this.” I make out choppy, waving my hand over my trembling body. I can barely stand still.

  “You should have thought about that this morning when you teased me. I told you I would punish you. I had to delay a meeting for twenty minutes and finger myself so I could get on with my day.” She says sternly, I think I might have made her mad.

  “I’m sorry.” I mumble, on the verge of crying. Da
mn these hormones. I breathe deep, taking in a nice cleansing breath. And another one, as I blink away my tears.

  “I’m sorry Em. It’s okay. You just turn me on so much I can’t help myself.” She walks over and pulls me into her arms. I hug her back. She smells so nice, like flowers and cucumber. Our breasts are pressing together. I can feel the heat of her sexy body through my dress. “Please don’t cry.” She softly caresses my back ending on my butt and gives it a little squeeze.

  “It’s okay I’m just emotional.” I whisper.

  “I know sweetie pregnancy does that to a woman.”

  I pull back abruptly and look into her eyes. How did she know! What the hell? Is it that obvious? Am I that fat already?

  “How?” I mutter.

  “How did I know? Your belly is slightly bigger than the last time I saw you and your breasts are swollen and you’re hormonal.”

  “Oh.” I slump. “Do you not want to go out then?”

  She barks a laugh and shakes her head. “Emily, you could be at the end of your pregnancy and I’d still want to do what I want to do to you. Pregnant or not I still like you.” She says and it sounds genuine.

  “But… it doesn’t bother you that I’m having babies?”

  She rears her head back her eyes wide open. “Babies?”

  “Yes, twelve weeks with twins right now.” I shrug with a deep frown.

  “Who’s the father if you don’t mind me asking? Is it Stacy?”

  Now I’m the one who barks a laugh and rear back my head. “Oh dear God, no! I’ve never touched him. They’re Johnathan’s.”

  “As in Johnathan Striker?”

  “The one and only.”

  “And how does he feel about you and me?” she asks sweetly, like she might actually care.

  “Honestly? He doesn’t know about the babies. Or you.”

  “Oh…”

  I cut her off. “Listen Claire. I like you. But if getting involved with Johnathan Strikers baby’s mama is going to cause a problem I understand. I won’t be hurt if you say you don’t want to see me anymore. I don’t know what this is.” I wave my hand between us. “But I like the way you make me feel sexually. I’ve barely done the man thing let alone the female. I’m not what you’d call ‘sexually experienced.’ ” I give her some over-the-top air quotes. “So I can’t say I’ll know a thing about what I’m doing. All I can say is I think you’re beautiful and turn me on. I’ve never looked at women in a sexual way before and I still don’t to be honest. But I do find you yummy. I know I’m horny all the time and that’s part of my problem but I can tell you when I look at other women I don’t get all funny inside and my pussy doesn’t burn like it does when I think about or look at you.” I state bluntly and to the point. No bullshit. And I’m surprisingly not shy about. One up for Em!

  Her face lights up. “Babe if all you want from me is sex, I’m fine with that. If it leads to more then I’m cool with that too. I don’t mind babies. I am a woman; we are kind of programed to love them. I don’t want to stop seeing you. But I need you to be honest with me all the time. If there comes a point you don’t want this you just say the word. I’m not a youngin’ anymore so I can take the truth. I might not like it because I do like you. Like a lot. But I’d rather you say, when, than string me along.” She says calm and collectively.

  I sigh and wipe my brow like I have sweat on it, and smile.

  “Phew! I thought I would have to go to the bathroom and as you so delicately put it and fuck myself.” I laugh and she does too and it instantly calms the high-level of tension between us both sexual and emotional.

  Chapter Seven

  We’re in Claire’s car and she’s driving. Stacy was right, her car is awesome. It’s a white Ashton Martin two-seater sports car. Fast, sleek and sexy just like its driver. We said good-bye to Stacy and now Claire and I are headed to our destination wherever that may be.

  “So… Where are we headed in this sexy thing?”

  She glances over at me raking me with her gaze, as he bites that beautiful pouty lip of hers.

  “Well, this morning I sort of booked us a hotel room on the beach in Malibu. Is that okay? I just thought some fresh air, room service and a big hot tub, would be a good jumping off point to what I have planned for this evening.”

  “And what do you have planned for tonight?” I wiggle my brows at her and giggle.

  “That depends.”

  “On?”

  “If you want to go soft core or hardcore.” She blurts, her angelic voice fills the air between us like a thick heady fog.

  I gulp hard. “And if I said hard? What does that consist of and will it hurt the babies?”

  “Oh God, no! I’m freaky Em, but not that freaky. I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that I don’t do subtle in the sex department. I like to take charge and I like to pleasure you.” She grips the steering wheel hard like she’s trying to ground herself.

  “What’s the difference from hardcore and soft core to you? I’m new to all this. You have to understand that. Also…I know this is none of my business but how often do you do, this.”

  “This as in take a woman to a hotel? Or as in screw around?”

  “Both.” I let slip out. I must sound like a demanding ass. I don’t want to be that way.

  “If I mess with women Emily it’s usually at my apartment in downtown LA that I stay in some nights if I don’t want to go home after work. I don’t take them to hotels or my house on the beach. As for sex? I have one partner I use weekly. Her name’s Sabrina, she’s thirty five and we’ve had this arrangement for that past five years. She’s a pleasure giving sub. She likes to be dominated by making her pleasure me. In turn I let her fuck herself, while she does naughty stuff to me. I don’t touch her. And other partners… occasionally have one every few months and I never go out with them more than once. I’m like a man that way. I don’t like to keep the same one around. Except Sabrina because we service each other’s needs.”

  “Wow. You’re honest.” I blurt and mean it.

  I can’t help it. She’s honest and that itself is a turn on. It doesn’t bother me at all she does other women. I’m not jealous with her like I am Johnathan. The thought of him with another woman makes me want to kill her and him. But with Claire, I get it. I’m a woman and we have needs. I’ve never done friends with benefits but I understand it if both parties are consensual. Makes sense to me.

  “I have to be if I want to keep you around a while. As for soft and hardcore. Soft is normal like petting, kissing, sucking tits, playing with each other, normal vanilla sex. It’s hot and heavy but it stays in the normal realm. Now hardcore for me is not as bad as some people are. I don’t do whips and chains. But as you know, I LOVE asses so I include that in everything I do hardcore wise. I also use other toys that are safe and won’t hurt you. I get a little dirtier in the things I might ask you to allow me to do or do to me. But I always let you say no. I won’t push. Vanilla is fine. As long as I get to touch your body I don’t care one way or another.” She divulges in a smooth elegant way.

  “Okay.”

  I’ve never done anything remotely out of the vanilla department in my life. I’ve only ever had missionary sex and I’ve received oral twice now. I’ve gotten well-acquainted with my own parts because I’ve had to or I’d walk around horny all the time. But I’ve never done much else. Being with Claire seems like it might be good for me in that department. It’s safe and she is gentle and honestly I’d like to say if I ever get lucky enough to do something with Johnathan again I’d like to have more experience under my proverbial belt.

  I know it might sound bad that I still want Johnathan but it’s completely different with each of them. And Johnathan and I might never happen so I can’t be living with the ‘what if’s’ and miss out on Claire who’s right in front of me. I’m done holding back. If I stick with her I’ll be able to feed my sexual desires that burn in my panties every single day. It makes sense to go with the flow.

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�We’re here.” She says pulling up to a large hotel right on the beach. It’s modern Mediterranean style with tan stucco.

  “This is lovely and too much.”

  “Well I couldn’t take you to some cheap Motel Six. And trust me it’s within my price range.” She smiles, her blue eyes light up. She’s beautiful. I can’t believe she likes me. What for? I have no idea. But I can’t say I’m complaining.

  We get out and go inside. She doesn’t even need to check in and they slide her over our room key.

  We arrive at our room, it’s on the second floor. She slides in the key and opens the door right up. Oh my God! It’s perfect and she’s already had it fully stocked with food and it has a view of the ocean from the bed, and a balcony. How lovely! I can’t believe she went to all this trouble just to have sex with me. We could have just stayed at Stacy’s and done that. I sure as hell wanted it badly enough.

  “This is too much.” I scan the room. “Way too much!”

  She comes up behind me and wraps her lovingly arms around my waist pressing her breasts hard against my back. Tucking my hair over my opposite shoulder she nuzzles her nose into the crook of my neck.

  “Honey, this is not too much. If anything it’s not enough. You’re beautiful Emily and you should be treated like a princess.” She whispers, sensually trailing soft kisses along my shoulder and up my neck. She feels so nice.

  I exhale and tilt my head back against her.

  “You’re the beautiful one I thought we already went over this. And you should be treated like a queen not me.” I whisper back with a long sigh. Her lips are soft and delicious on my skin. A fire ignites in my stomach that dips down and pools in my panties.

  She turns me around to face her. Wraps me up in her arms and grabs both of my ass cheeks in her hands.

  “Look at me Emily.” She demands.

  I do and I dive into the beautiful blue in her eyes. Her irises like a black hole swallowing me up.

  “You are not to question me. Not in here. At work you can. But in here it’s my job to make you know that I want you. I am the one who is to court you and treat you nice and spoil you.”

 

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