Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  “We can't do this again,” I told him.

  Zane was panting. He had enjoyed it just as much as I did. I had a sneaking suspicion that he had wanted to do that to me for a long time. All his moves were calculated like he had worked out exactly how he wanted to fuck me.

  The thought of Zane stroking his massive cock at night, dreaming about fucking me almost made me want to go again.

  But I couldn't. Zane was my bodyguard. He worked for me.

  “It will never happen again,” he said. “I promise.”

  I almost wanted him to fight for me. To take me in his arms and kiss me, never letting go. But this wasn't like the movies.

  This was real life.

  Zane left me alone in the dressing room and I cleaned myself up. I couldn't help but smile in the mirror as I brushed my hair. It had been a long year but the drought was over and it couldn't have been better.

  I was going to be able to touch myself to the thought of what happened in here for a very long time.

  I entered the limo outside the stadium and Zane was in the driver's seat like always. For some reason I thought I could avoid him for the rest of the night but that was silly of me. I wouldn't want him to go away anyways. You never know if that crazy guy could be out there hunting for more of my hair.

  “Shall I take you back home,” he said in an impassive voice. It was almost like he didn't even remember fucking me not that long ago.

  “Yes, please,” I replied in equal impassiveness. Two could play at that game.

  On the drive home I tried to not think about Zane and his giant throbbing member. A relationship between the two of us could never work. What would the tabloids say? A star of my size could never date someone that worked for them.

  My fans expected me to date someone who was just as famous or even more famous than me. The media circus would be hellish if it was found out that I was dating my bodyguard.

  The dream of being with Zane died in that limo.

  Or so I thought.

  –

  I had a three glorious months off in between shows and since I was in my hometown, I got to actually sleep in my own bed and relax in my own backyard. It was the one thing I looked forward to the most. Doing press, rehearsals, shows, and answering every question Jerry had was so exhausting and I always looked forward to this time to regenerate.

  Don't get me wrong, luxurious hotels with fine dining was good too but nothing beats being in your own home.

  Zane was around the entire time but I did my best to ignore him. He was helping by not saying a word when I was around. I was glad we both felt the same way. We couldn't complicate things even further.

  That one night in the dressing room was a delicious secret that I would never forget. And I didn't forget as I touched my clit every night to thought of Zane pounding me into submission.

  After a couple months, I thought things were going very well. Zane and I were able to be professional about all this.

  Life always gets in the way though.

  One day I realized that I never got my period. I double-checked my calender and then triple-checked. I didn't want to think it but there was usually only one reason a woman would miss her period.

  This was something I needed to be very careful about. Being a big star meant the paparazzi were always around. I couldn't just walk into a pharmacy and pick up a pregnancy test.

  I would see it all over the news the next morning.

  The only choice I had was to go to the doctor which I dreaded.

  –

  “And you're sure about this?” I asked.

  Doctor Haskins nodded. “A blood test always confirms it, Kimberly. I'm guessing you weren't expecting this.”

  I was pregnant.

  And there was only one man who could be responsible.

  What the fuck was I going to do?

  Chapter Four

  I had to tell Zane. I knew that. But I didn't know when the best time would be or how I should do it.

  Time was on my side at least for now. I wouldn't be showing for months and I could keep a secret. Just like I had kept the secret of Zane and I.

  This was a little different.

  As weeks passed, I still hadn't figured out when to tell him. What would he say? Would he be happy or just walk away?

  I wanted the problem to just go away.

  I had to just go for it. Like ripping off a band-aid. I found my bodyguard in the kitchen, reading a newspaper and drinking some orange juice. He looked just as good as the time he fucked me. Even better with the little bit of stubble on his jawline.

  “Zane, I have something to tell you.”

  He folded the newspaper and put it down. “Do you need something, Kimberly?”

  I stared into his brown eyes with my hands entangled. I couldn't find the words. Zane waited patiently but I had to say something. “I thought I'd give you the day off?” I cursed to myself. I didn't mean to say it in the form of a question. I didn't mean to say that at all.

  But I was committed now. I cleared my throat. “You deserve a day off after everything you do around here.”

  Zane cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure, Kimberly?”

  I shooed him away. “Go on and have fun. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.”

  Zane shrugged and left.

  I wanted to fall to the ground and cry. Why was I such a coward. How could I go on stage in front of thousands and sing my heart out but when it came to Zane, I couldn't say what was in my heart.

  I resigned myself back to my bedroom and hid under my covers. The longer I waited to tell him, the harder it would be. I certainly couldn't tell him after I was showing. Then it would seem like I was forced to tell him.

  I had to do it tonight. No matter what.

  A squeaky voice came from behind me. “I'm glad we can have some alone time, Kimberly.”

  I lifted my head from my pillow as I saw my white closet doors open. The man from that night came out.

  My “biggest fan.”

  I went to scream but he put his hand over my mouth. His other hand was on my back, pushing me into the bed and preventing me from getting up.

  “You didn't treat me very well the last time we saw each other.”

  Fear seized me, my pulse was pounding like a hammer in my head. My attacker wouldn't take his hand off my mouth for me to respond.

  The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. If I didn't come up with something quick, things were going to get really bad really fast.

  I stop squirming and started mumbling in his hand. There was only one desperate card I could play.

  “If I take my hand off, are you going to yell?” he asked.

  I shook my head. Tears were streaming down my cheek.

  “I've been wanting to hear how much you loved me for a very long time.” He took his hand off my mouth and put his ear to me.

  The smell that came off him was like a dead raccoon and it took all the willpower in the world to keep myself from gagging.

  “I'm pregnant,” I said.

  The man recoiled back in horror. “That's not possible you can't be pregnant yet. We haven't even slept together.”

  “Please, you have to let me go. For my baby,” I pleaded.

  “You're a whore. A stupid little whore. And you need to be beaten like a whore.” The man raised his hand.

  I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact.

  But it never came.

  I opened my eyes to see Zane holding the man's arm. The look on Zane's face was pure evil. He was going to kill this man. He flung the attacker across the room like he was a feather and chased after him.

  Zane was on him in seconds. His boot connected with the man's stomach and his fist soared through the air and belted against the attacker's face, breaking his glasses.

  If I didn't move fast, Zane was going to do something he would regret for the rest of his life. And it was all my fault.

  I jumped off the bed and sprinted to him. “Z
ane, stop!”

  He didn't hear me. Nothing would stop this man from taking his revenge.

  Chapter Five

  I tried pulling on his big arms but nothing was working. He was too strong for me.

  One last ditch effort. “Zane, I'm pregnant!”

  His fists stopped in the air. He turned to face me. His expression of anger slowly faded away. “What?” he asked.

  “I'm pregnant. It's yours.”

  Zane held my hands in his, ignoring the man on the ground. I could feel the blood on his broken knuckles. “Are you sure? I mean have you gone to the doctor.”

  I smiled with joy. “100 percent. We're having a baby, Zane.”

  He kissed me and all those feelings from the dressing room night came flooding back. It almost made me forget what had just happened. “What do we do about him?”

  “He's knocked out. Won't be giving us anymore trouble. I'll call the police and take care of it.” Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” His hand reached for my stomach.

  “Don't worry about me, Zane. I'm perfectly fine. Just got a little scared is all.” Something wasn't adding up and then it hit me. “I thought you had the day off, Zane. What were you doing here?”

  “I never left. Every day around you feels like a day off already. There was no reason for me to go.”

  “You know just what to say and what to do. I love that about you.” I covered my mouth instantly, hoping that I could take back that word.

  Zane smiled and took out his cellphone, dialing the police.

  I got away with that one. We weren't even dating yet. It was too early for the “L” word.

  But this was different. I was carrying his baby. I've known the man for a long time. The feelings bubbling in my stomach had to be love. It was crazy to think but it was true.

  I loved Zane.

  And I knew he felt the same way about me.

  –

  After hours of talking to the police, we were finally done with it. My new stalker was going to go away for a very long time. But that man was far from my mind. With Zane around, I had no reason to feel afraid.

  My protector was always there for me.

  We ended up back in my room. A nightstand and lamp had been knocked over in the scuffle. Zane put it all back together while I watched.

  “We're not going to be able to hide from this anymore,” he said, making sure the lamp turned on and off.

  “I don't want to hide anymore. I want to be with you and I don't give a fuck who knows.”

  Zane took me in his strong arms, the place I felt the most safe. “I love you, Kimberly. I'd do anything for you.”

  A rush of happiness came over me. He said it first. “I love you too, Zane.”

  We were undressed in a flash and under the covers in my bed. His lips found mine in the darkness, his tongue feeling me out. His rubbed against my enlarged breasts, my nipples swollen and hard. His mouth found them and sucked on me, making me moan from the pain.

  I reached down and grabbed his erection, stroking him from tip all the way down to his base. My fingers could barely wrap around him he was so thick. I don't know how I ever fit him inside me before. He seemed even bigger than last time if that was even possible.

  “These past few months have been hell for me,” he whispered. “Being so close to you and not being able to touch this soft skin.” His finger trailed down the side of stomach and over my hips. “Not being able feel how much you want me.”

  Zane found my fleshy bulb and my body reacted instantly, convulsing from the sudden surge of pleasure. He rubbed me, watching me enjoy myself. His fingers grazed my dripping wet hole. He brought his finger to his mouth, savoring the taste. “You're ready for me.”

  I couldn't be more turned on. “I'm always ready for you,” I breathed.

  Zane whipped the covers off us and our naked bodies were exposed now. He got up off the bed and brought my body to the edge. He was so strong he could pick me up with just one hand. He put me on my stomach and then gripped my hips, bringing my ass to him.

  I was on my hands and knees, his pulsing member sitting nicely between my cheeks. I rocked my hips up and down, spreading my wetness along his shaft.

  Zane swung his head back and moaned. “You have no idea what you do to me, Kimberly.”

  His blunt tip teased my tight opening, driving me wild. “If you don't fuck me right this second, Zane, I'm going to go insane.”

  Zane took that as an order and buried his cock deep into me. My pussy expanded to the limit, taking in his entire length. I clenched around him as Zane crashed against me, his hardness reaching even further depths.

  I came over and over again, each orgasm bigger than the next. Zane showed me what true love really was.

  When he was finished with me, we both lay on the bed, our naked bodies wrapped together. I never wanted to leave.

  I was Zane's now and he was mine.

  Chapter Six

  After my tour ended, the doctor ordered me to be on bed rest for the remaining few months. That was totally fine with me. Zane waited on me hand and foot, getting me the craziest ice cream flavors he could find to satisfy my cravings.

  I was sitting in my bed, eating a cornbread flavored ice cream when it hit me. “Zane...”

  He looked up at me from the chair across the room. He was reading another one of those action thrillers where the man beats the hell out of anyone who comes their way and solves crimes at the same time. Exactly like my Zane.

  “What is it?” he asked. “Did you run out of ice cream. There might be some pickles downstairs if you want that.”

  I shook my head and threw the ice cream carton at him. “No, it's time.”

  Zane's mouthed the words back to me. It wasn't registering in his head.

  “My water broke and I'm having the baby. Get your shit together and get me to hospital.”

  “Holy fuck!” he screamed. Zane ran around like a wild animal, gathering the suitcase and the car keys.

  There was no need to worry. Everything was going to fine because I had my husband watching over me.

  The delivery went perfect and so was our baby boy.

  The End

  Story Thirty Four

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  Andrea spent a forbidden summer with the man she's been obsessed with for years.