Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  "I have my ways," I said, doing my best to sound mysterious rather than shifty.

  "It's beautiful," she exclaimed, slipping it onto her finger.

  "You like it?" I asked, still in need of confirmation that I had gotten her the right gift after all my wandering and my long search.

  Pathetic, I know.

  "I love it," she said, hugging me.

  From the huge smile she had on her face, I could tell she genuinely meant it.

  The rest of the gifts were the usual fare. A surprising number of gift cards in the mix. Finally, it came down to Logan. There was no fancy wrapping on his gift either. It was held in one of those paper bags with handles that had a picture on it.

  "Here you go, sis," he said, heading it to her.

  "Thanks, bro," Kristen said, reaching into the bag.

  She pulled her hand out immediately like she had been bitten, putting both hands to her mouth. I wondered if maybe he had gotten her the kitten she had always wanted but couldn't have because their mom was allergic. She reached in again and pulled out a small black teddy bear.

  "Mr. Cuddles!" she cried, raising the bear into the air, the bag flying to the floor. “Oh my God.”

  "I forgot that's what you called it," Logan said.

  "Where did you find him?" Kristen asked, hugging the bear to her chest.

  "It wasn't easy. I actually had to hire some Internet detectives. They found him on eBay of all places, but it is definitely him. He still has the chip in his nose from when you dropped him down the stairs."

  Kristen inspected the nose of the bear, and then, after nodding her agreement, took Logan in a one-armed version of what they used to call an attack hug.

  "Whoa, down, girl," Logan said, pushing her gently away, though smiling as he did so.

  Kristen returned to a two armed hug on her long lost and much beloved bear, continually saying, “I can’t believe you found him. Thank you!”

  After the happy reunion of Kristen and Mr. Cuddles, it was time for dancing, Megan rousing the DJ she had hired from his hiding place in the linen closet. He had had a late night playing at a club last night, and had seemed only too happy to snooze in the closet while we had been setting up, waiting to surprise her and then having part of the party.

  Now that it was his time to shine, he set up his rig on the kitchen table, which was still extended with the center piece from the dinner party that Kristen had thrown, and started working through a set list no doubt given to him by Logan. At least if the song selection was anything to go by.

  The party continued as before, the music kept down to a level that allowed for conversation. Unlike most of the clubs Kristen had snuck me into when we were in high school.

  I smiled at the memory. Kristen with her fake ID, me with my real tits so big the bouncer took me for an adult, even though I was only seventeen. I blocked all thoughts of Logan and his incredibly sweet gesture to his little sister who we both loved out of my mind and tried to mingle with Kristen's other friends.

  I searched the crowd for someone who looked like a likely candidate. I soon made up a list in my head of instant deal breakers. Anyone wearing a designer label or more than three pieces of diamond jewelry was crossed right off the list. That might seem like inverted snobbery, but I had learned to tell the signs.

  Kristen's family might have been rich— new rich, even— but she didn't seem to think that made her better than anyone else. I was part of the reason we were able to get along in high school.

  I was honestly confused as to why she hadn't been more popular than she had been. She had everything Logan and I had and actually more. Yet she always seemed to stick to the same few friends.

  As far as I knew, this had been a trend that had continued as she got older, but something happened after she and I started growing distant; she started getting a lot more friends. Though going by sight, most of the people at the party were closer to Kristen in terms of social class.

  Ruling out nearly half the room, I was about to give up when I saw the hippie girl from the elevator. She was sitting cross legged at one end of the leather couch, sipping what smelled like peppermint tea from a mug.

  "Hey," I said, sitting on the edge of the couch.

  "Hellooo," she said, actually stretching the o out like that.

  I honestly wondered if she was high.

  "So how do you know Kristen?" I asked.

  "Oh, she comes into the store at least twice a week."

  "What kind of store?" I asked, wondering what she would be selling that Kristen would want to buy.

  "Health food. She's really into the pastels."

  "Like, the colors?" I asked.

  "Nooo, they're the little chew guys. Made up of the best Mother Nature has to offer in terms of calming compounds. They taste like black currents."

  "Like, drugs?" I asked, surprised, not having known Kristen to do anything harder than wine.

  "I guess, though not the dangerous type. The worst that might happen is you get a sore tummy," she said, patting her own belly by way of demonstration.

  "Oh, cool,” I said, still a bit confused.

  "What do you do?" she asked, before taking another sip of her tea.

  "Well, I did work as receptionist at a spa, but I recently went back to school."

  "Good for you! What are you studying?"

  "Massage therapy," I said.

  "That's great! We need more people like you. Touch gets such a bad stigma in society but we all need it. It doesn't need to be a sex thing. Most of it really isn't if you think about it. It gets made that way by other people's interpretations."

  She really was smarter than I had given her credit for. I felt like a bit of a jerk for thinking she was just a stoner. What she said about touch was absolutely true and one of the first things they went over in my training course. Massage therapy really did have a weird reputation in Western culture.

  "Exactly," I said, thinking I'd found a kindred spirit, "I'm going to go back to the spa and work as a masseuse when I'm done."

  "Oh, that's awful!" the hippie girl cried like she'd just gotten a mouthful of raw salmon oil.

  "What?" I asked confused.

  "Massages should be free. It is terrible that you would let anyone capitalize on your healing hands."

  "I-"

  She put her mug on the coffee table and took me by both hands looking at me earnestly, her green eyes burning with passion and truth.

  "You will have the gift of healing! Don't sell it out to the corporate wolves. Cherish it! Give it to those in need!"

  "I-I'm going to go get a drink," I said.

  "Okay," she said brightly, picking up her mug again.

  The worst thing about what the Hippie Girl said, the thing that really hit me in the heart, was that she wasn't entirely wrong. Of course I wanted to get paid for my work. That was just logical.

  But I didn't want to exploit people for it. People who really needed help. If Medicaid covered massage therapy in any significant way, I probably would have felt differently, but most people had to pay out of pocket. Even the ones who were really messed up and needed it badly.

  I wondered what I could do about this situation. The best I could figure out was that maybe if I got in there and established myself, I could convince David to do a coupon day or something. Not that that would do much good.

  I went to the drinks table and took a glass of red. Taking the first couple of sips, I went to find a corner to hide in. Through some quirk of fate, no matter where we went to avoid each other, I was pretty sure Logan was doing the same thing.

  We always managed to be in each other's line of sight. At least since Kristen had come home. I wasn't sure where to go that this wouldn't happen, other than going and hiding in the closet that the DJ had vacated. That would have raised some questions.

  As much as I didn't want to see him and still hated him for what he had done, destroying my heart like he had, my body had
a different reaction. A warmth touched my cheeks and a tight ache came to my pussy every time our eyes met.

  I dared not look to see if his cock was getting hard. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to resist if it was. His cock was so beautiful that I just wanted it. It was a desire beyond all reason.

  When no one was looking, I snuck off to the bathroom. Locking the door and turning on the tap to drown out my moans, I yanked down my panties and rubbed my poor, aching pussy, using many of the techniques I was learning in my training course.

  Biting my lip to keep myself from screaming, I slipped a finger inside my tight pussy and worked my sensitive little clit, remembering when Logan had fucked me. Taking both my pussy and ass virginity on the same night.

  Though that wasn't quite how it happened. He had fucked me, yes, but I had basically begged him to. He didn't take my virginity as much as I had given it to him.

  I came hard, covering my hand with my mouth to keep from screaming. It honestly surprised me how vocal I could get when I came. I'd never really touched myself before I'd met Logan. He just made me so horny it was the only way for me to get release.

  How I was going to get though the rest of the party with him so close by, I had no idea. I wondered if it was early enough for me to go home. I didn't want to hurt Kristen by leaving early, but it wasn’t really that early. I had been here for a long time by now, and others had already started to go.

  I slipped back out of the bathroom into the hall, taking a deep, cleansing breath and tried to center myself, considering another drink. I didn't usually like to numb myself with alcohol but I was willing to make an exception. I wondered if the Hippie girl had any of those pastels with her.

  "Really?"

  I looked up and saw Logan leaning against the wall roguishly. My first instinct was to punch him in the face. On principle as much as anything. It simply wasn't fair that one guy should get to be so sexy. My strike would be a blow for justice.

  My second impulse was to jump his bones and fuck him until I screamed. That might have caused a bit of a sensation, but I wasn't really thinking about that at the time.

  "What?" I asked, playing the innocent.

  "Do you think it might be karma?" he asked.

  "What might be?"

  "That I might be being punished for something awful I did in a former life. You think I might have been Jack the Ripper or something?"

  "Why would you think that?" I asked, actually curious.

  "Because wherever I go, there you are."

  "It is really so bad?" I asked, not able to keep from being hurt.

  "Depends on your perspective. In someways no. It really isn't so bad. In other ways, it’s like a sledgehammer to the balls every time I see you."

  "A-are you hard?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of my common sense.

  "Yes," he whispered, getting right up next to my ear, putting his hand on his bulge to prove he wasn't lying.

  "How soon can the limo get here?" I asked, feeling a mixture of raw lust and embarrassment at how much I was showing it.

  "He's here now," Logan said, taking my hand from his cock and putting it in his.

  I let him lead me out of Kristen's apartment and then out into the night. I would text her and tell her happy birthday but that something came up.

  I sure wouldn’t tell her how literally I meant it.

  Chapter Thirteen - Logan

  Sarah piloted the huge car expertly down the dark narrow road. That was part of why I had hired her to be my night driver. That and her discretion when it came to particular issues of morality.

  She didn't judge, just did as I asked and with great aplomb and efficiency. I was sitting in the back with Kora. We had managed to stay to our own sides of the long back seat for most of the ride but when we got to the last stretch, known locally as the tree cathedral, something snapped and we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

  We stroked and squeezed and kissed, doing everything it was possible to do to each other with our clothes staying intact. Her tits were a particular target of mine, Kora's hand remaining firmly on my hard cock, giving me gentle squeezes through my suit pants.

  "Looks like it's true," she said.

  "What?" I asked.

  "We just can't seem to help meeting up and fucking," she said.

  "Nope," I agreed.

  The limo pulled up to the bottom of the huge, marble steps. We kept right on kissing and groping as we made our way to them, Sarah driving on to the garage. We paused momentarily for Kora to take off her shoes, before launching herself back at me, jamming her tongue into my mouth.

  I kept my hand firmly on her ass and my tongue in her mouth as I unlocked the door one handed. The door opened and we fumbled in, nearly going down. I took Kora firmly around her waist to keep her from falling over, scooping her up into my arms and carrying her the rest of the way down the corridor.

  We only made it to the parlor. I was heading for the bedroom but it was just too much. Taking Kora over to the couch, I gently laid her out, still kissing her.

  Kora hiked her dress up as far as her hips. I helped her get it up over her head and then off. She quickly unfastened her bra as I pulled down her panties, Kora spreading her legs why as I did.

  She was already ready to go. I put a hand between her legs and gently stroked her pussy, bringing a deep moan out of her. She fumbled at my pants, finally getting them and my boxers down, my cock springing out at her like a cobra. Kora took it softly in her hand and started to stroke me as she gently licked and sucked my balls.

  We came at the same time, Kora barely getting my cock into her mouth in time to take my load. She looked up at me as she swallowed it all down, clearly enjoying every drop. Cupping my balls, she licked the head clean, taking it back into her mouth nearly all the way in. After a moment to prepare herself, Kora deep throated my cock until I came again. Flooding her sweet little mouth with my hot, white cum. She took my cock out of her mouth and kept stroking it as she coughed gently. I stroked her face but she pulled away.

  Taking her hips, I pulled her forcefully toward me. Pulling her forward a bit, I got on my knees in front of her and shoved her legs apart, burying my face in her sweet pussy. She threw her head back, her loud moans echoing through the room.

  She bucked and screamed, grinding her pussy against my tongue as I made her cum like a banshee. She reached the peak of her orgasm and started to come down, trembling hard.

  I wanted to hold her but dared not try. She might had slugged me if I did. I contented myself with massaging her pussy and watching her beautiful face as she came down.

  When she was ready, I put her legs over my shoulders and stroked the head of my cock against her pussy lips. Kora moaned her consent, making it very clear what she wanted, so I slid my cock half way in.

  "More," she moaned.

  At her word, I pushed all the way into her tight little pussy, stroking her pussy as I did so.

  "Fuck!" she screamed, as my balls pressed up against her ass.

  "You okay?" I asked.

  "Fuck yes! Fuck me hard, now!"

  I got a hold of her hips and did just that, pounding my cock into her pussy, Kora moaning and writhing under me, letting her pleasure be well known. I held out long enough for us to cum at the same time, Kora shuddering against me as I filled her pussy with my cum.

  I had honestly wanted to cum as soon as I slid into her but had enough control to wait. It was definitely worth it.

  Kora pulled my cock out of her pussy and sucked me clean, continuing she had swallowed every little bit of my cum. When the last speck was gone, I pushed her back against the couch, her legs still wide from when I'd fucked her, and licked her pussy until she nearly passed out.

  "I want it from behind," Kora said.

  "Okay."

  "Hard," she said.

  "Understood."

  "Hurt me," she whispered.

  "No," I said firmly, "not on purp
ose."

  "Fine," she said, "but fuck me like I'm a dirty whore."

  "If that's what you want," I said.

  "It is."

  I pulled her to her feet and bent her over the arm of the couch, her ass in the air. I gave her a firm spank using the flat of my palm, a technique I had learned a while ago that could be felt but didn't really hurt. I followed this with a few more spanks, this time going upward towards her back, my hand slightly cupped.

  Kora hummed contentedly. I suddenly gave her a hard, downward spank using only my fingers. She cried out in pain.

  "Who's my dirty little slut?"

  "I am," she whimpered.

  "You want to get fucked?" I asked, getting into character. “Should I fuck my dirty little whore?”

  "Yes," she whispered.

  I spanked her again, making her cry out and got right up behind her, sliding my cock deep into her pussy, making her moan.

  Grabbing her by the ponytail and pulling back hard, I gave her a big thrust. I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in her so hard the couch moved about an inch.

  I kept going like that, gaining in speed until I was pounding her from behind, Kora screaming in ecstasy as I hammered her little pussy with my huge cock.

  Kora came so hard she collapsed against the couch. It was so sudden, I checked her pulse just to be sure. A bit morbid, I know, but you could never be too careful.

  "Get the butt plug," she said, her words a bit muffled by the couch cushion.

  I have never gotten up the stairs and down so fast. In my excitement I nearly forgot the lube. That just wouldn't do. I grabbed it quickly.

  When I got back, Kora was still there, in the same position I had left her in.

  “Good girl,” I said. “You know to wait right there until I’m done having my way with you, don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said.

  I liked this little game we were playing.

  Putting the butt plug and lube where I could get to them, I licked her pussy to get her relaxed, continuing up over her asshole, using my hands to spread her ass as I did so. She hummed and moaned as I prepared her, coming in record time.