That first month of college I didn't do anything except go to class, meals and then back to the room. I wasn't trying to be a hermit; there was just so much going on with my classes that I didn't have any free time for anything extra. That didn't stop my roommate Brandy from asking every weekend if I wanted to go out with her and her friends. "It's been a month Al, you need to get out of this room," she tells me as she puts on a very short black dress with nothing under it. I'd learned very quickly that Brandy was confident with her body and wasn't shy in showing it off. "I have projects due," I remind her, gesturing to my open books. "And so do you, we have three of the same classes." She waves me off, "look girl, college is about the experiences not just classes. You don't want to look back in twenty years and regret not going out and living your life. Plus you might get laid and judging by some of the sounds you make in your sleep, you need it." My face goes red. I had had
True to her word Brandy doesn't ask me out again until Halloween. When I reminded her of our deal she argued that it doesn't really count as going out since it's a dorm party. So against my better judgement, come Halloween I'm in the common area dressed as, I'm actually not sure what. Something with ears on a headband and a tiny leotard that fit like a second skin. Brandy was in a matching one across the room, a boy on either side of her. About an hour into the party I'm ready to go back to the room, but as I start to leave, strong arms wrap around my waist and a voice in my ear growls, "miss me princess?" I'm so startled that all I can do is ask, "James?" He chuckles in my ear, "expecting someone else?" I relax into his chest, letting his smell envelope me, "I wasn't even expecting you, but I'm glad you're here." I pause a second before asking, "wait, how are you here?" "Your roommate stole my number and messaged me," he explains. "Said something about how you're becoming a her
When thanksgiving rolls around, James and I find ourselves both making the trip home. Partly to see our parents but mostly as an excuse to see each other. He picks me up the first day of Thanksgiving break, giving me a long scorching kiss the second I get in his truck. “I missed you princess,” he says against my lips. “I missed you more daddy,” I say as I bite his bottom lip. He chuckles and pulls away, “we should get going. It’s a long drive and I have a feeling we’ll be making a few unscheduled stops.”“And by unscheduled you mean?”He puts a hand on my thigh and slides it up until it’s almost touching my center, “you know exactly what I mean. But, if I have to spell it out,” his hand brushes against me and I’m immediately flushed, “I’m going to fuck you all the way home and all the way back.” He rubs me a second longer before pulling away and starting his truck. It rumbles to life and he carefully pulls out of the lot and onto the road. I watch him drive, once again amazed at h
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I tell James as I peer down at the ground below us. The ski lift that we are on shakes slightly and I grab the bar for dear life, certain that we are going to fall to our deaths at any moment. James, however, seems unfazed by the height or the shaking. "Relax princess," he says as he puts an arm around me. "We're almost to the top and then it's a quick ride to the bottom." "Like you'd know anything about a quick ride," I mutter, snuggling into his side. Despite the heavy snowsuit, two pairs of long underwear and socks, hat, gloves, scarf and mittens I'm currently wearing, I'm still freezing. I should be used to it by now since our family comes to the ski resort every year for Christmas until after the new year, a tradition we started when the parents got married. James had taken to snowboarding right away and was usually only seen at breakfast and dinner while the rest of us liked to lounge by the heated indoor pool. My entire body sh
The months after Christmas break and James’s revelation passed in a hectic blur of finals, half of which I’m sure I failed. The longer I was at school, the more it became clear that it was not for me. My only saving grace was James. He visited me as often as he could, took me out on dates and dicked me down until we both were exhausted. And when he couldn’t visit, we texted constantly, he sent me food and gifts, and would stay up late on video calls helping me study. School wasn’t all we talked about though. Between the studying and fucking, we managed to plan our first trip to Paris. When I had brought up going to Paris first, James had smiled and told me he’d take care of everything. Which is how, after a brutal last final and a tearful goodbye to our parents, we found ourselves in first class on our way to the city of love. The overhead lights dim and I snuggle deeper into James. We've been on this flight for eight hours already and still had another ten. I'm incredibly antsy
My hands tangle in James's hair as his head bobs between my legs, his tongue stroking my pussy. He takes his time, memorizing my folds with his tongue while two of his fingers slowly stroke my insides. I moan as his tongue circles my clit and his lips give it a teasing suck. James loves teasing, not that I mind, he's very good at what he does. My hips jerk as his fingers graze the sensitive spot inside me his licking turns from teasing to eating like it was his last meal. His fingers thrust harder, grazing my spot over and over while his lips suck on my clit mercilessly. My fingers dig into his scalp and pull his hair harshly as I explode with a yell. My hands release his head and I lay there trying to breath. If this was how our first day in Paris was starting, I had high hopes for the rest of it. James comes and lays beside me, his hand running across my skin lightly, "good morning." "A very good morning," I say, giving him a loving look. After his confession at Christmas we had
“I’m not going in there,” I tell the group as I peer down at the tiny hole in the ground that leads to the Paris catacombs. “Nope, I’ve seen this movie and it doesn’t end well for the scantly clad women.” “It’s the only way to get to the rave,” Pierre tells us. “It’s only five feet and then it opens into a normal sized corridor that will take us to the best party in all of Paris.” I turn to James, “when you said this party was to die for, I didn’t think you meant we’d actually die!” The others in the group chuckle a little as James answers, “we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” “Tickets are non refundable,” Pierre says quickly. I sigh and look at the others in our group, “and all of you are ok with the death hole?” They all smile and nod and I look back at James, “fine, I’ll go. But you have to go first and catch me.” He smiles gently, “that was always the plan baby.” Looking back at Pierre I reluctantly nod, “let’s do this death trap.” He laughs and starts to help peopl
"Do you want kids?" I ask James suddenly. He pauses mid lick of his ice cream and stares at me, tongue slightly out of his mouth, the sunshine highlighting his startled expression. I gesture to the kids who are playing in the park and explain, "seeing them, it made me realize that we haven't had this conversation yet." He follows my gaze to the laughing kids and goes back to eating his ice cream, "sure, why not. Could be fun."Now it's my turn to be startled, "are you serious? You want kids?" "Is that such a surprise?" He asks. "Yes," I admit. James grins at me and tosses his ice cream in the trash next to the bench before sliding closer to me, "why is it so surprising that I'd want kids with you?" He leans in and whispers in my ear, "why wouldn't I want to fuck you relentlessly and fill you with my cum until you're full and round with my baby?" He pulls back and says normally, "I think pregnant you would be hot." He pauses for a moment before nodding and adding, "we should start
“Drive faster!” James yells at my dad who is already speeding and swerving through traffic. “Why couldn’t we have just called an ambulance?” Mary asks, hanging onto the panic bar for dear life. “In this economy?” James and I both answer. I groan as another contraction hits me, squeezing James’s hand so hard I’m sure I’ll break it. He doesn’t complain, even though I’m sure it hurts. It seems to take an eternity to reach the hospital but we only live twenty minutes away and with my dad speeding, we made it in ten. Dad screeches to a halt at the ambulance doors, honking his horn rapidly as Mary jumps out of the truck and runs inside, coming back out with a nurse and a wheelchair. James lifts me from the truck, setting me into the wheelchair and rushing me inside, nearly leaving the nurse behind. She follows us, a mixture of confusion and amusement on her face. “First time?” She asks when we finally stop at the front desk. “We need Dr Jones!” James all but yells at
The next few weeks are full of shopping, painting and furniture building. Mary and dad are truly a godsend. Mary knows everything there is to know about babies and what they need, while dad can build a crib in twenty minutes flat. Before I know it, our house is full of everything we need, and a week before I’m due, our house looks like a home. Especially since Mary insisted that we needed to have a baby shower. So, here I was, just days away from giving birth, sitting in my living room surrounded by paper storks, gifts and people. Most of whom were my parents friends since I didn’t keep in contact with anyone from my school days. I did invite Annie and Georgie but when I called them, it went straight to voicemail, Annie’s chipper voice saying that they were off the grid for the foreseeable future. They must have been checking their messages though, because a small package showed up at the house, postage from Zimbabwe and Annie’s handwriting on the label. While I wouldn’t t
The next day, dad and Mary come by the house. The boys immediately say something about power tools and building furniture before disappearing, leaving Mary and I in the kitchen. “So, what are we doing with the nursery?” Mary asks, sitting down her large bag and pulling out containers of leftover food. “Do you know what you’re having yet? Also, we should do a baby shower in a few weeks.” She glances up at me, “hungry? I can make you a plate.” I sigh, “honestly, just give me that bowl of coleslaw and a fork.” Mary laughs, “I was the same way with James. Couldn’t get enough of the stuff.” She pops the lid off the bowl and grabs a fork, sticking it in the bowl and sliding it over to me. “Nursery?” She asks again. “There’s a room next to ours that’s connected by a bathroom that we were thinking about using as the nursery,” I tell her as I take a large bite. “But I’m not sure if I want to do a theme or just paint it.” Mary nods, “we can make a trip to the baby store and look a
By the time we made it home and unloaded all our things, several hours had passed since the incident with Samantha. And even though nobody had called us and we hadn’t seen anyone else we knew, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone in town already knew about James and I. Rationally I knew that everyone would find out about us eventually. It wasn’t like James and I were keeping our relationship a secret anymore, but I did hope we would have more time before the entire town found out about us. And maybe I could have handled it better if I wasn’t pregnant, but I was, and somehow that made the thought of facing the town much harder. The ride from our home to our parents house is a silent few blocks as I stare out the window, my mind running wild with all the things that people are probably saying about us. James holds my hand the entire way, his thumb running over my knuckles soothingly and I’m so lost in my mind that I don’t notice we’ve arrived until James lets go of my hand.
The next morning James and I are at the mall as soon as they open. More specifically, at the home goods store that takes up two levels of the mall. Equipped with two different lists and carts, James is in charge of getting the large appliances and I’m off to find kitchen and bedroom essentials. Since it was so early in the morning, I wasn’t expecting anyone to recognize me. But as I was comparing bedsheets, a voice behind me asks, “Alison?” Turning, I force a smile, “Samantha.” Her eyes flick down to my stomach and back to my face, “look at you girlfriend! How long has it been?” “Since graduation,” I tell her while praying she’d go away. Samantha was the type of girl who’d be friendly to your face and then gossip about you behind your back. “I see that congratulations are in order,” she gushes. “I have to say, the girls and I were surprised when we heard that you dropped out of college to travel the world. Honestly, we didn’t think you’d ever leave this town. But, look at
Two weeks later James and I are sitting on the plush carpet of our new living room, sunlight streaming in through the large windows. The keys to the house sit between us as we both sit there, still in shock that we’d actually gotten the house below market value and so quickly. Finally, James just asks, “how?” Shaking my head I answer, “I have no idea.” And I truly didn’t. One second we were in Iceland and the next we were in the realtors office in our hometown being handed the keys to our own home. Everything in between was a blur, and normally I’d find that concerning, but right now I think I was still in shock. Shock that was quickly giving away to the reality of the situation. “Oh my god,” I groan as I turn to James. “We bought a house!” He gives me a puzzled look, “yeah. Isn’t that what you wanted?” “Yeah!” I exclaim. “But now we have to be adults and pay bills. We have to get the utilities turned on, but furniture, decorate, paint, put together a nursery, get a car,
The next morning we are once more in the doctors office. We’d been here so much over the last month that I could tell you how many ceiling tiles were in this room without looking. The answer is fifty-four. And since we’d been here so much, we knew all the nurses by name and they didn’t even bother to show us to our room. Yes, our room. We were always brought to the same exam room so it’s gotten to the point when they’d call our name, they’d just tell us to go to our room. So here we were, both sitting on the weird chair that was covered in white paper, waiting for Nurse Franklin. We’d opted to have her give us the results instead of the doctor since we’ve been seeing her more often than him. When she walks in the room, she takes one look at us and says, “I was going to start with the pleasantries but judging by the looks on your faces, we should just get to it.” “Yes please,” James says as he takes my hand. Nurse Franklin sits down and smiles, “I’m pleased to tell yo
“Babe, you’re missing it!” James teases excitedly as a woman on the tv screams. “It’s like the Aliens but it’s a baby!” Peaking through my fingers, I was just in time to see a bloody baby rip it’s way from its mother. How he had convinced me to watch the Species series I’d never know. I’d made it through the first one just fine, but the second was starting to get to me. “Why did you think this was a good movie for me to watch?” I ask as I try not to gag. Even though I know it’s fake blood, the sight of it still makes me nauseous. James glanced over at me and frowns slightly, “honestly I forgot that this one was mainly killer babies.” He grabs the remote and turns the movie off before kissing my head, “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you sick.” “I’m not sick,” I start to argue, but the churning in my stomach only got worse and in a flash I’m off the couch and running to the bathroom. I barely make it before I’m heaving my guts up. I don’t notice when James enters the b
“Carter?” The nurse calls out. “That’s us!” James answers as he jumps up from his seat and offers me a hand. I take it with a grin, “I can stand up by myself,” I tell him as he pulls me to my feet. “I’m just practicing,” he laughs as we follow the nurse. "I'm Nurse Franklin," she says kindly as she ushers us into the back. "You'll be in exam room one right here," she tells us as she opens a door. I walk into the room and sit nervously on the table, the paper crinkling under me. She shuts the door and turns to us, “so what brings you in today?" “We’re pregnant!” James tells her excitedly and proudly. “We?” I tease. “I didn’t know that you’d be shooting a baby out of your nether regions.” “I would,” he says quickly. He looks at Nurse Franklin, “I totally would.” She chuckles, “I take it you’re the father then.” James nods, “the one and only.” "Alright,” she says as she writes on her clipboard. “I do need to ask a few questions," she tells us. "Do you know ho