"They’re still small. And… I don't know, it hasn't popped out yet, I guess. This is all I have," she says and pushes her stomach out on purpose. This time I gasp. That's more like it, "What?" "It is there, all popped out! You're just squishing the fuck out of my kids," I say, making Sky suck it in
"Nothing was happening," Sky lies, but of course Rocky isn't that stupid, "I mean..." "You need psychiatric help, Skylar. You’re seriously fucking unwell," he snaps at her. I get tense and lift my face to look at them, I’m ready to snap if he continues to yell in her face like that. I hate when he
I just can't. "I'm going to ask Sky if I can sleep on her floor tonight," I say, Rocky's face changes again, "On the floor, dude. Door open." "Do you think I'm stupid? Every time I leave you two alone, I come back to something gross," he complains and grimaces in disgust, "Sky recluted me spec
"Does Bobbie know about the pregnancy?" I ask while getting up to stretch, even though I kind of know the answer already. Sky bites her lower lip and shakes her head. I’m not surprised, "We have to tell her, love. She hates to be left out.” "Also… you're starting to look undoubtedly pregnant," Roc
Danny. Just hearing his name pisses me off. Oh, so he's allowed to be obsessed with his girl but I'm not? Fuck him. And fuck his fated bond. "I don't need a fucking bond to care about my wife," I spit out with a snarl I can't help, "Ex-wife, whatever. Fuck you, Rocky." "Why? I'm not the one who
"We're ready," Sky informs Rocky when we reach the living room. "Cool, but something came up. I have to go… you guys have a good family day, yeah?" He says and comes closer to kiss Sky's cheek, even as she's trying to ask where is he going, "None of your business. I'll see you later. And you should
"So, when are we telling her? Before or after we eat?" I ask, face to face with Sky. I can tell she wants to wrap her legs around me like she normally would, except we're in public (and just friends, supposedly) so she stays like that, with her feet dangling on the air, and just puts her arms around
So, I let this one go. I’m not completely unreasonable, see? I can be a good just-friend. I turn back to Bobbie and the loser kid. He's talking about something extra boring while Bobbie looks up at him like he's perfect. It’s so fucking annoying... but it’s also… cute. No. This is betrayal to m
Henry makes a whimper and then I feel him completely flushed to my body. He's all in. "Oh god," he whimpers, "You okay?" I truly don't know. I just shrug, but I think he's really lost in how good this feels for him because he moves, pulling out just to slide in again. Then he does it again. H
"Holy fuck," Henry lets out, his voice going even deeper. I'm pulsating so much now, with his finger sliding over my pussy, then he retracts his fingers and lifts his hand in between us, "Holy fuck, Bobbie." So, the answer was yes. I'm wet. Very wet, according to his fingers. There's even some...
Into me. I move away to take his pants all the way off, then I sit on his thick thighs again and take off my dress. Now I'm in my underwear, sitting on my best friend. "What do you think?" I ask. He's just observing me in silence, his eyes focusing on my breasts, "I just said a lot about your bod
"Maybe awkward for a while, but we can just... promise we'll stop after this one time," he murmurs, "I promise I won't let a little bit of awkwardness ruin what we have." "Okay," I murmur, knowing I shouldn't just do this because a guy is asking. I wasn't planning on losing my virginity tonight, I
If I were drinking something right now, I would've sprayed it all over him in shock. But I just blink at him. "Think about it," he starts and sits up to look at me with that annoying fucking face and a hand up. Jeez, he's so annoying and always forcing me to think about shit I don't want to think a
And sometimes, I... I remember the way he kissed me that day. In my grandparents' basement. It was short but really good and after that, I've kissed two other boys. It didn't feel as good. "Ah! Holy fuck!" Henry exclaims when he opens his bedroom door and we see his friend Sam in Henry’s bed. The g
******* THREE YEARS AGO ******* { Bobbie, 16 years old } If my parents knew what I'm doing right now, they would make a huge deal out of it, just like the last time I did something like this. Sneaking out or lying about my whereabouts. My dad would go all crazy, yelling at me like a feral bea
I laugh, that sounds more like him. So different to me, even to this day. “Because who needs love, right?” I smirk at him. Henry shrugs. “What even is love and why do people think a spouse the only source of it?” He asks. Of course, always with his mental gymnastics, “You give me love. My parent
"I'm going to cook something, come help me," Henry says as he comes back, making me look up from my phone. I nod and get up to follow him to the kitchen, "I'm feeling pasta, you want some?” "Yes, something cheesy," I say, opening the fridge to start taking stuff out. Henry is the chef in this hous