by Hawke, Jessa
The next week got interesting. We did work on the project together, but it was in class, so I didn’t have to bring it up. Things were weird between us, and I didn’t know what, if anything, I could do about it. I felt I needed to face the facts: they didn’t want me even though I wanted them. They only saw me as that girl that was fun to fuck that one time. .
I tried to ignore them as best as I could, but the project deadline was approaching quickly and we had a lot of work to do on it. I tied to tell them that I would work on this on my own, but Jason insisted on coming over to my house. I gave in and said yes. I hated how he had such an effect on me, but I couldn’t help it. My body felt like it was aching for him. I wanted them both to just leave me alone so I could move on, but I knew the only way to do that was to let them come over so we could finish the project. Then I would never have to talk to them again if I didn’t want to.
Within twenty minutes of giving Jason the okay to come over, I heard a knock on the door. My belly fluttered with nervousness as I quickly checked myself out in the full length-mirror by the door. I made sure to wear something kind of sexy to remind them of what they were missing out on. I walked to the door and opened it, feigning a smile when I saw them. There was thick tension in the air my eyes met both Jason and Kendall.
“Hey there,” I said.
“Hey. So you ready tow work on this project?” Jason asked.
I nodded. I wanted to get this out of the way and get them out of my life forever. They both walked into the room and sat on the bed. I felt nervous and noticed that my palms were sweating. I walked over to the desk I had and grabbed the materials. Let’s get this done, I thought.
“So here’s my portion of the report for class. I thought that we might be able to get everything together and consolidate our notes,” I said.
They agreed, and for the next hour we got down to work. We got the work done in almost no time, and the fact that neither or them brought up Friday night made me happy. They didn’t mention anything about the library either, and a part of me hoped that it would stay that way.
“Well I think that’s everything. I’m sure that this report will be great!” I said.
I looked at the piece of paper with everything on it. I planned to just type it up and put it in a report cover later that night. I looked over at Jason and Kendall, but instead of seeing them look at me with the normal smiles, I saw concerned faces.
“What’s up?” I asked.
Jason hesitated, but before he said anything Kendall responded.
“Well, we wanted to talk to you Andrea - about that day we saw you in the library. It’s not what you think,” he said.
I thought back to that time, and immediately felt nervous. Since then, things have been so weird between us that I didn’t know what to think about it. I wanted to be friends with them, to talk to them about anything, but I was still hesitant after everything that had happened.
“What about it? I know what was going on. I know how you see me as well,” I said.
“No, you don’t know. That was just Lacey. She’s been pining over us for a really long time. She confessed to us recently that she liked us and wanted the same thing to happen with her as what happened with you. She actually asked to come to our “pleasure palace”, but we refused. You were the first person we had ever done that with. Sure, we’ve flirted with girls before, but we never took things that far. I actually shocked myself, but then we both knew what this meant. We had to tell you how we really felt,” he said.
I listened to them, still nervous about everything that had happened and everything that was continuing to unfold. All I could do was sit silently and take in every word coming from Jason’s mouth. I had to remind myself to breathe to just stay calm and collected.
“Okay. Well, how do you really feel?” I asked with a quiver in my voice.
“We really like you Andrea. And we want to continue that relationship with you. Not only was it fun, but we also got to enjoy something that we’ve wanted to do with you for a very long time. You don’t even know how much we’ve both wanted to do that. And the fact that we were finally able to was a dream come true,” Kendall admitted.
I blushed when I heard this. I never imagined I would be treated this way. I liked it and wanted to feel more.
“Well, I’m willing to try this out if you’re willing to,” I said.
“Good. Because we want to,” Jason said with a warm smile.
Before I could say anything, I felt Jason push me down and press his lips to mine. This was sudden, but then I felt all of the pleasure that I remembered so clearly and wanted so badly to experience again. I was beyond excited for what came next. I didn’t think this would be like the last time. For one thing, I didn’t have toys like they did. When I felt Jason’s lips on mine and I started to let go, all of the thoughts that I had started to vanish. It was all replaced by pure lust and desire. I wanted him, and I knew that he wanted me.
He continued to make out with me while Kendall worked his magic with his hands smoothly caressing the curves of my body. He gripped the waist of my pants and swiftly pulled them off of my legs, throwing them on the floor. He looked at my pussy and I could see arousal building up within him. My folds were already wet with desire, and when Kendall saw them glistening, he licked his lips. Instead of waiting for Jason to be done, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He began to slowly stroke my slit and rubbed circles around my engorged clit. I moaned in pleasure, which gave him the go ahead to lower his head between my legs. He slowly kissed and nibbled my inner thighs as his mouth made its way toward my aching sex. He ran his tongue along my wet crease and plunged it into my vagina, exploring my love pocket. He then lapped my pussy and flicked my clit with his tongue, occasionally sucking and nibbling at it, sending me closer to climaxing. My back arched, and lust continued to flood through my body. I was really into this, and I knew that he craved pleasure as well.
They continued to make out with me, with Jason still passionately kissing my mouth while his hands gravitated to my breasts he reached under my shirt and unclasped my bra, releasing my massive breasts. My nipples were already hardened with excitement as Jason massaged my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Kendall grabbed my thighs and held onto them while his mouth explored my pussy. I moaned and writhed, my body feeling lust-ridden and heavy with passion. I wanted to feel more, and I knew that they wanted to experience more too.
Jason backed away from my face and motioned to Kendall to move aside as he lowered his head to my pussy, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. Kendall continued to use his fingers to penetrate my hole as Jason started to lick and suck on my clit, teasing what was already an erect bud, longing for release. He started to nibble on it, and at that moment I could take no more. I screamed out in ecstasy as I experienced the most intense orgasm ever. I almost crushed him with my thighs, but I stopped myself. I felt amazing, but I also knew that I wanted something more. I wanted them to take me and ravage me with their manhood.
Kendall moved away from my pussy and then started to kiss me. I could taste my pussy against his lips, and I could taste my sweet nectar. I continued to moan into his lips as Jason continued to go down on me, vigorously licking my folds and clit as his fingers kept a steady pace penetrating me. I screamed out in pleasure, my body going nuts with passion and lust. I wanted more, and I knew that they would give it to me.
Kendall circled his tongue around my mouth as I reciprocated and swirled my tongue around his. I moaned as our tongues mingled playfully. He then slipped his hands up my shirt to caress my full breasts that were longing for attention. My nipples perked into hard peaks, and Kendall continued to pinch and twist my nipples. The feeling of that hurt at first, but then I started to like it. My nipples got super hard, and Kendall saw this. He continued to tweak my nipples until they were clearly visible through my shirt. He stepped back and looked at me, licking his lips in excitement.
“You look delectable,
” he said.
I blushed as I heard those words. He started to kiss and lick down my neck while Jason continued to pleasure my pussy. Kendall pulled my shirt over my head and took one of my nipples in his mouth while he played with the other one else.
I wanted them to take me.
Kendall looked at me and pulled his mouth away. He continued to twist and pinch my nipples, causing me to moan and buck my hips in pleasure. Kendall smiled at the way that I looked. Sweat dripped down my head, coursing down my body. My breathing was heavy, and I felt my eyes were heavy with desire. I wanted them, and I wanted them to take me now.
“You all right?” Kendall asked.
“Yes. I just want you to take me,” I replied. Kendall smiled and moved his body so that he was standing in front of me. Jason continued to eat my pussy, and I was getting great satisfaction from that. I looked up at Kendall as he undid his pants and started to pull them down in a slow and seductive manner. I moaned in pleasure as I watched this. I placed my hand on Jason’s head and pushed it harder into my pussy. Kendall took off his shirt, and as he did, I let my other hand move up along his abs. I moved my hand to his nipples, lightly touching and pinching them. Kendall moaned, bucking his hips at the sheer pleasure that he got. He was only teasing me though. He wanted something else.
He moved his hand down to his pants, sliding them off completely. I watched with lust as he took them off, and I checked out the impressive package in his boxers. I could already see his cock throbbing in pleasure. He wanted more, and I wanted to be the one to give it to him. He then started to take off his boxers, sliding them off slowly. He did it so slowly that I almost went crazy, but I was also still feeling pleasure from Jason’s tongue licking my pussy as well. He pulled away and looked up at Kendall, who was now naked.
“Now that you’ve gotten pleasure, it’s now time for you to give me some,” he said.
Before I could say anything, he pushed his cock in my mouth. I didn’t expect that, but I started to lick the head and bob up and down on it. I ran my tongue along the shaft and took his entire length into my mouth. He soon he was moaning, as he thrust his hips into my mouth. I felt my mouth starting to widen from his girth, and the pressure on my jaw let me know I was dealing with on huge dick.
“Aww yeah. Right there,” he moaned.
I did as he asked, and continued to suck on it. I made sure that his cock hit all the right places in my mouth. I could taste some of the precum coming out of his cock, and after tasting a bit of it I wanted more. Kendall continued to fuck my mouth while Jason moved my body. He pushed himself so that I was in the middle and Jason was at the foot of the bed. Jason started to take off his clothes, but instead of doing it in a slow manner in order to tease me, he almost ripped everything off. He wanted to fuck.
Soon he was naked too, and his cock throbbed against me. I wondered where he was going to put it, but soon he was behind me. He pushed his cock into my pussy, pushing it as deep as he could. I moaned, but it was muffled by Kendall’s cock in my mouth. I started to move against Kendall, and while I did that Jason moved in and out of me.
It felt amazing being penetrated in these two holes, and soon I was grinding my hips in pleasure in order to take more in. Soon Jason was completely inside of me, penetrating me hard and rough. I moaned, and as I did I felt Kendall’s cock push deeper into me. I gagged for a second, but then I was able to suppress that feeling as he continued to plunge his cock into my mouth.
They continued at this pace for a while, and I loved how I was getting fucked. I continued to moan with each thrust in my mouth. At one point they were both moving at the same time, each of them pushing deeper and deeper into my body. I wanted them to continue, but soon I could feel their orgasms about to come.
Kendall was the first to come. I sucked on his cock for a moment, flicking my tongue against the head and swirling my tongue along his shaft. Kendall moaned, and at that point I felt his cock twitch within my mouth. Soon he released, his seed filing my mouth up. I swallowed and licked my lips.
I then felt Jason push into me, moaning in ecstasy as he came inside of me. The warm liquid filled me up, and at that moment I moaned in deep pleasure. I felt my pussy tighten up before I released, my orgasm causing my whole body to vibrate.
After I was done, Jason finished up and pulled out of me. The three of us lay on my bed. I looked at them, and I had to admit they looked pretty darn cute even when they weren’t trying.
“That was better than last time,” I said.
“Yeah, it was amazing,” said Kendall. “And you know what else?”
“What is it?” I asked.
“You’re special Andrea. We’ve talked about it and we want to continue to do this with you,” Jason replied.
I blushed and nodded. Even though it wasn’t conventional, I didn’t care.
The three of us fell asleep on my bed shortly after. When I got up, I started to type the report while they slept. It was easy to do, and while I did that I thought about what just happened, and I smiled contentedly to myself. Things were going to be better. I knew that I could certainly get used to this relationship with these two works of art.
THE END
Pregnant with the Bad Boy’s Baby
Omsk
They say that the morning sickness hits you at all times during the day and that surely, the person who invented the term was a man because he had never experienced it himself. Such misogyny is always a fact. I rise from clutching my porcelain throne and slide back some stringy sections of my hair. I am drenched in sweat, the kind that everyone refers to as glow or would, if anybody could still look me in the face.
I know that Mama stopped a while ago. She does not meet the eyes of the neighbors anymore, either, but that is because they all whisper every time she walks past. I can hear her now, coming in through the door, the parcels from the bazar rustling. In the kitchen, I know she will lift the kapusta from the newspapers, cook the rice on the stove, fry the meat, and wrap it in the kapusta leaves to leave on low simmer for hours so we can have goluptsi. But at the smell of the meat in the pan, my nausea rises again and as I lunge again for the toilet, I think about how best to let Mama know that pork meat now makes me sick, as well.
It would break her heart to know I can’t eat most of what she cooks these days, if she had a heart to break. Mama raised me well, raised me to avoid her mistakes, and now look at what I did. Finished, I open the bathroom as quietly as I can and slip into the living room, where I sleep. The burnished wood of our large armoire is smooth as silk underneath my fingertips; how long we had to wait for it on the market, how prized it is! Mama was so proud that we did not have to accept it as a gift from someone. I open the door of it to reveal the mirror, which reflects me from the hips up.
My reflection tells me that soon, it will be time to visit Baba Glasha in the country. My hair hangs in strands down my shiny face, and my breasts look like they are about to burst my shirt wide open. The tight, cheap cotton is stretched against my body, against the swell of my belly, which is growing with every day. Stupid, I think, staring at the sweaty mess in the mirror. Stupid, stupid girl. How could you? What will become of you now?
Mama enters the living room with a steaming cup of tea in one hand and a plate of ponchiki in the other. The crystalized sugar on the fried ball of dough looks appetizing enough, and I smile weakly at her as she sets them down on the table in between our two overstuffed armchairs, standard issue and covered in huge, light pink roses. “Kushai, Lilia,” she tells me, “Eat. You need something to settle your stomach, dorogaya, my dear.”
At this unexpected tenderness, my heart swells and tears rise to the surfaces of my eyes. Lately, I have been crying at everything, but now, I simply remember how my strong Mama fell apart when I told her that I was pregnant. She sat in shocked silence for a good five minutes before rising to her feet, going to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of Volidol, calming drops, and pouring a good forty of them into her special cup. As she drank dow
n the strong mixture, I felt an acute sense of fear. When she looked up, all she said was, “Kto on?” Who is he?
I couldn’t look at her. I twisted my hands around themselves, wrung them like dishtowels, again and again.
She looked at me and nodded. “Yego.” His. She had never met Arkadii, but she had heard the neighbors whispering that they had seen us together on the coast, that I had snagged myself a rich one, indeed, and what did that make me. My Mama knew better, but it didn’t make her any less upset. Here I was, repeating her mistakes in my own special way. There was a good long silence after she said that, where she stared out the window into the communal yard, lit up by streetlamps and shrouded by trees. I could hear our ancient clock ticking from the hallway, mentally counted the long swings of the pendulum in my head to keep from screaming, to keep my heart from erupting from my chest. When it finally struck ten o’clock, Mama drew in a long sigh and without looking at me, began to clear off the table. As she reached up to place the drops back into the cabinet, I looked at her tired back, at the girth that comes only when the weight of the world is unceremoniously dropped on your shoulders.
“You’ll go to Baba Glasha’s when you begin to show,” she was saying softly. I had almost missed it. “That way, you can live out the rest of the term where nobody can see you, out v derevne, in the country, and when it’s born, we can decide what to do with it.” Baba Glasha, the woman who had basically raised my mother after her parents were killed in a car accident, lived all the way in the boondocks, where she still rose at the crack of dawn to feed her chickens and milk her cows. It had been a blow to her when the little girl she had raised ran off with a soldier who later left my mother for another woman, but she stood by her nevertheless; Baba Glasha was as familiar to me as the taste of kefir, sour buttermilk that was the perfect balm on a hot summer day.
“I’m scared, Mama,” I found myself whispering to her later that night as she sat on the balcony, counting out the ropes of garlic that she was drying. Without looking up at me, she said, “You should be. What a stupid thing you did, Lilia. What if Elena Ivanova finds out? Do you know what she could have done to you?”
