by Luke Young
Lifting the covers off him slowly, she eyed his naked body as he slept on his back breathing softly in and out. She found him absolutely adorable. There wasn’t any part of him that she didn’t like. Okay, maybe except for his second toe. Now that seemed to be a little longer than it should be and it curved down sort of like a claw. Other than that tiny little flaw he was perfect. She pulled the covers down past his hips and knelt up next to him, grinning from ear to ear. His penis lay flaccid and flopped against his leg as she gently ran her finger around the head holding back a giggle. He deserved a little reward, she thought.
Taking hold of his manhood with one hand, she held it straight up and used the fingers of her other hand to brush gently over the ridge. He stirred slightly and she kept watching the innocent smile that materialized as he seemingly enjoyed his all-too-real erotic dream. She felt him expand in her hand and slowly stroked him up and down while eyeing his parts hungrily.
Her gaze traveled up his love trail to his firm abdomen then to his chiseled chest before returning to his erection, which had now nearly reached full size. Smiling, she slowly lowered her head toward it with her lips parting to accommodate him.
His eyes opened and he said groggily, “Hey, you.”
Suddenly she wretched then covered her mouth with her hand as she scampered off the bed gagging.
“What’s wrong?”
“Blahhhhh!” The sound echoed out of the bathroom followed by moans and groans. “Oh, my God. It’s… it’s starting already.”
“Does it smell that bad? I could take a shower if you want.”
After flushing the toilet, Jillian appeared in the doorway looking an odd shade of pale green.
He gave her a sympathetic look. “Are you okay?”
“It’s starting.”
“What’s starting?”
“Morning sickness.”
“Oh, shit.” He cringed.
Climbing in bed next to him, she wrapped her arms around her knees and bent forward taking a deep breath. “I hate this.”
He rubbed her back. “Is there anything I can do?”
She turned to look at him, wearing a sick expression, then her stomach convulsed and she covered her mouth as a gas bubble escaped.
He made a face and covered his mouth. “I don’t feel so good either.”
She opened her mouth to speak then quickly covered it and wretched again. Then she performed some sort of modified gymnastics move over him on her way back into the bathroom. This time she slammed the door closed.
When she finally reappeared, he met her at the door and taking her arm, he walked her back to the bed. “Are you sure it wasn’t my, you know?”
“Uh-uh,” she grumbled as she adjusted the pillows and slipped under the sheet, sitting back against the wall and running her hands over her face.
“Can I get you some tea or anything?”
“No, I just need to sit here for a few minutes.”
Reaching out, he put his hand on her arm and caressed it gently.
“Sorry about this. I really wanted to do that for you this morning.”
“That’s okay.” He smiled. “I do love when you wake me like that, but I understand.”
“When I’m pregnant I have a heightened sense of smell and lots of things can make me sick.”
“Oh, really?”
“Even things I used to like the smell of can suddenly make me sick to my stomach.”
“Wow, that stinks.
“With Rob this went on for months.” She closed her eyes.
“Months?” He wore a concerned expression. “You don’t think, um… no forget it.”
Opening her eyes, she turned slowly to glare at him. “What?”
“It’s nothing.” He shook his head.
“What?” She shot him a disgusted look. “You’re worried that I won’t be able to do that for a while.”
“No. No.” He avoided making eye contact with her.
“That is what you were thinking.”
“Okay.” He shrugged. “Yes, the thought crossed my mind. You know that’s sorta our thing.”
“I can’t believe you. Here I am throwing my guts up and all you can think about is getting a blowjob.”
“No, I’m not worried about this blowjob.” He raised his hands. “I was just kinda slightly concerned, you know, about future ones.”
“Men.” She scoffed.
“No.” He sighed. “It’s not that.”
Rising to her knees, she ripped the covers off him then pinched her nose between two fingers. She said in a nasally voice, “Okay, get it hard. You want a blowjob, let’s go.” She motioned with her other hand to his groin area.
“Come on.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re going to hold your nose and… and…”
“Yep.” She kept hold of her nose.
“You look ridiculous. Okay, you’ve made your point.”
“No, I really want to do it. I’ll show you what a trooper I can be.” She widened her eyes and added, sarcastically, “You know, I may projectile vomit all over it, but let’s give it a shot, shall we?”
“Geez, knock it off.” He sighed. “Please don’t tell me that this whole pregnancy you’re going to be in a bad mood just like during the trial.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m not sure I can take seven months of that.”
Closing her eyes, she paused a moment as she took a deep breath. “Sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.” He rubbed her shoulder.
“You don’t know what it’s like being a woman.”
“Obviously.”
“Your body is constantly messing with you with raging hormones and emotional ups and downs. It’s just crazy.” She giggled. “Sorry, I promise you won’t have to deal with my crazy side for seven whole months.”
“Good.”
“Three maybe four months tops.” She shrugged.
His jaw dropped. “Seriously?”
“I’m just kidding with you.”
They shared a smile. He lifted his arm up and she slid in next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I know being pregnant can be a challenge,” he began. “I’ll help you with whatever you need. And if it means our sex life has to shift into low gear for a while, I can deal with it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I mean, I’m going to miss you, but I can handle it.”
She nuzzled into his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
She ran her hand down his chest to his abdomen and twirled her finger around his belly button as she kissed his neck. He moaned. “What are you doing?”
“Just kissing you.”
“Okay.” Leaning his head back, he sighed.
She moved her hand lower and wrapped it around his growing erection.
“Are you sure you feel okay?”
She flashed him a smile, cupping his balls while sliding her thumb slowly over his shaft. “Some of the rides might be temporarily closed, but it doesn’t mean the park isn’t still open.”
He moaned. “This is… this is one of my favorite rides.”
“I had a feeling.”
2
After starting on one ride, the amorous couple ended up on another ride, which turned out to be a successful one for both of them. Although, Jillian felt queasy once or twice, she survived the session without any emergency trips to the bathroom. They got cleaned up and dressed and knocked on Victoria and Jim’s door, but got no answer. They headed into the lobby then climbed the grand staircase to the second-story area, which overlooked the grotto and indoor pool. It was only nine in the morning and other than a man swimming laps, there were only two other people in the pool area; a man and a woman lounging in the hot tub.
A middle-aged woman and man, dressed in matching sweatsuits, stood about twenty feet to the right. They were looking over the railing.
“That’s just disgusting,” the woman sna
rled.
Jillian looked to the woman then followed her gaze to the corner hot tub. The tub was in a mostly secluded area. Except from this second story, you could pretty clearly see that the woman was sending her male companion on the aqua version of a ride that Jillian and Brian had started on. Jillian’s eyes widened. “Is that?”
“What?” Brian asked.
She turned so that her back was facing the couple and whispered in his ear, “Is that Victoria and Jim?”
He focused on the pair. “Uh… I think so.”
“I’m going to report them to the front desk.” The woman took off down the steps with her husband walking sheepishly behind her.
“Do you see anything… unusual about our friends in the hot tub?” Jillian made a face.
“What do you mean?”
She pantomimed a stroking motion with her hand and gave him a knowing look.
He chuckled. “No, they wouldn’t. Not out—”
“Um, yes, they would.”
“Really?” He leaned over for a better look then scoffed. “Yep, she’s, you know, giving him a hand I guess you could say.”
“We’d better warn them.”
Less than a minute later when Jillian and Brian reached the pool area, she grinned. “Let’s have some fun with this.”
“Sure.”
As they approached, they saw Jim’s head bobbing slightly back and forth as Victoria’s shoulder gyrated up and down. Jillian poked Brian in the ribs and they shared a knowing look as they neared the couple. “Just follow my lead.”
The handjob police quietly sat in chairs in front of the preoccupied Victoria and Jim. The loud hum of the hot tub jets and the swirling water made it difficult to see exactly what was going on under the surface, but Jim’s slumped back, closed-eyed, slack-jawed expression and Victoria’s laser-focused arm motion, made it extremely evident.
Jillian and Brian shared a dumbfounded look then they returned to the underwater sex show while holding back a laugh.
Seconds later Jim’s eyes fluttered open and he sat up straight. “Hey, um…”
“We’ve been looking for you guys.” Jillian smiled.
Victoria’s eyes widened and suddenly her arm stopped moving. “Oh, hey you two.”
“What are you guys up to?” Jillian asked innocently.
“Just, um, you know enjoying the hot tub.” Victoria lifted her arm out of the water and placed her elbow on the edge.
“Uh-huh.”
“It looks like Jim was enjoying the hot tub a lot,” Brian said.
The guilty couple shared a look then Jim said, “It’s um, you know, really nice in here.”
“I’ll bet,” Jillian replied.
“You guys should try it before you leave.” Victoria nodded.
“You know,” Jillian began. “I’m pretty sure the hotel frowns upon sex acts in public.”
Victoria scoffed. “What are you talking about? We weren’t—”
“Really? Then Jim, why don’t you stand up right now?”
“I can’t.” Jim shook his head.
“Why not?”
“Um, leg cramp.”
Victoria sneered. “Look, we’re on our honeymoon so—”
“But that doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want, wherever you want.”
“Yes, it does.” Victoria folded her arms. “Besides it is so secluded back here that no one can see us.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
Pointing toward the complaining couple and the three frowning hotel employees staring at them from the second-floor balcony, Jillian made a face. “I think they beg to differ.”
“What?” Victoria turned around, spotted them, and cringed. “Oh, I didn’t see that up there.”
Jim took a look and the four friends returned sheepish waves to their audience. The small crowd shook their heads in disbelief before heading away.
Jillian wagged her finger at her friends. “You’re both just lucky that the Brownies didn’t come down to use the pool while you two were having your fun. There’s a whole convention of them staying here.”
“Who are the Brownies?” Jim asked.
“Aren’t those the lunatics who love My Little Pony?” Brian made a face.
No, that’s the Bronies,” Jillian began. “The Brownies are—”
“Are a group of people who love anal sex.” Victoria put on a snarky look and wagged her finger back toward Jillian and Brian. “Is that why you two are staying here?”
“Funny.” Jillian rolled her eyes. “If that was a real club, you’d be the president.”
“Hey, maybe I should start a club like that!” Victoria turned to Jim.
“Please don’t,” he whined.
“Now that’s an activity that you really shouldn’t do in a hot tub,” Brian said while wearing a wide-eyed, knowing look and they all shared a laugh.
Jim asked, “So, who the hell are the Brownies?”
“They’re like Girl Scouts, but only younger— like the Cub Scouts are to the Boy Scouts.”
Victoria’s eyes lit up. “I once gave a Boy Scout a handjob while he was in uniform.”
“Don’t they award a merit badge for that?” Brian asked with a smirk.
“They really should.” Jim raised his eyebrows and the group shared another chuckle. “I never would have quit after the first year if that was actually going on.”
“Wait, do you still have the uniform?” Victoria flashed him a smile. “I’d love to play Scoutmaster some time.”
“That’s just creepy.” Jillian frowned.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Victoria paused to think. “But what if I got a Girl Scout uniform then we could just be two Scouts wandering away from our respective tents in the middle of the night and meeting in the woods?”
“That sounds really hot.” Jim nodded.
“Could you guys please stop?” Jillian rolled her eyes.
“Wait, what the hell is a convention of young Girl Scouts doing in Vegas?” Brian asked. “I mean, shouldn’t they be somewhere like Disney World?”
“Yeah, that is weird.” Jillian shrugged then she returned her attention to Victoria. “It’s because of people like you that I don’t go in hot tubs.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re literally swimming in a pool of semen and other things right now.”
“They use chlorine,” Victoria said defensively.
“Not nearly enough,” Jillian began. “Not even close.”
Victoria sighed. “Whatever. The human body is pretty resilient.”
“You’d better hope so.” Jillian laughed then suddenly she backhanded her husband’s shoulder. “Oh my God, I completely forgot. We have important news.”
“What’s that?”
“We’re actually having twins.”
“No way,” Jim said.
“Two babies.” Victoria beamed. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Brian began. “This should be interesting.”
“Oh, and we just found out Bridget is also pregnant.” Jillian’s eyes bugged out of her head. “Ahhh.”
“Wow, you… you’re going to be a grandmother too.” Victoria smiled from ear to ear.
“She’s not really comfortable with that word yet.” Brian motioned with his hand to keep that a secret.
“He’s right, I’m not ready to be called that yet.”
“Well, this calls for some champagne at breakfast.” Victoria looked to her husband then Brian and Jillian.
“I’m up for a little early morning buzz.” Brian nodded.
“Me too,” Jim said.
“I wish I could say me too, but I’ll just watch you guys make asses of yourselves,” Jillian said with a smirk.
3
Upon returning to their suite, Jim and Victoria climbed into the shower together, but rather than disinfecting from the potential hot tub contagions like Jillian had suggested, they instead had sex. Then they showered and after Jim had
dressed, he waited for Victoria out in the living area while watching television.
Victoria strolled out of the bathroom not wearing a thing. She grabbed a pair of panties from her suitcase and slipped them on before putting on a bra. Walking to the closet, she pulled a skirt from the hanger, stepped into it and pulled it over her hips. Then she stood sideways next to the mirror craning her neck, cringing. “Jim, does my rear end look too big in this?”
“Yes.” Jim tore his gaze from the screen then looked her over for a moment while a smile spread across his face.
Placing her hands on her hips, she sneered. “So you think my rear end looks too big?”
“Huh? What?”
“You think it looks too big in this?”
“No, I didn’t say that?” He shook his head, confused.
“I asked you and you said yes.”
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t hear what you asked so I was just saying yes, like when someone calls your name you say yes.”
“Okay,” she grumbled. “So what do you think?”
“About what?”
She sighed. “My ass!”
“Oh, I love your adorable, curvy ass.”
She held back a laugh. “Thanks, but how do you think it looks in this skirt?”
“Um, fine… it looks fine.”
“Just fine?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, it looks amazing.”
She spun away from the mirror and looked over his shoulder. “Wait, does it look too small?”
“What?” He ran his fingers through his hair exasperated.
“Does it look too small? I mean, does it not show it off enough?”
“Wait.” He scoffed. “First you think it looks too big and now you think it looks too small. How is that even possible?”
“No, I never said I thought it looked too big or too small. I merely asked you for your opinion.”
“What?” He shook his head confused.
Frowning, she turned to him. “So what do you think?”
“Um, I…” His gaze went from her hips to her chest. “I love your breasts in that bra.”
