I’m sitting on the couch half watching the World Series of Poker on ESPN2. Alyna is kneeling between my legs with one hand on my balls and the other jerking me off while she sucks the head of my cock. I blow a load down her throat just as a pro poker player goes all in on a pair of aces and loses to an amateur who draws two queens on the flop to match the queen he has in the queen/ten hand he chose to stay with.
Alyna sucks my cock for a few more seconds, then says, smiling from my crotch, “Did you like that?”
“Yeah.”
“I hate yeast infections because we can’t have sex, but I kind of like them because I get to give you blow jobs all the time.”
I wish I had never met Casey. I wish I had never fucked Casey. I wish she wasn’t pregnant with the ruination of my life. Alyna says, “I’m getting a drink. You want something?”
“No. I’m good, thanks.”
She walks into my kitchen area, leaving my cock hanging out of my pants. I move to start buttoning them back up and she says, “Just leave it. I want to see if I can make you cum again after I get a drink.”
I wonder how difficult it would be to have Casey killed.
I watch a few more hands of the World Series of Poker. The amateur guy gets dealt the same hand—queen/ten—and goes all in again and wins again, knocking another player out of the final five. Despite having just shot a load down Alyna’s throat, the thought of her wanting to suck my cock again starts to give me another hard-on.
As the next hand is being dealt, Alyna says from the kitchen, “Hey, what’s this Bloussant stuff?” and I quickly realize that in the cupboard above my drinking glasses I still have half a case of unused breast-enhancing drug that I never slipped into Casey’s food. I don’t know what my explanation will be. The truth is probably not the best choice. As I think for a few seconds, Alyna reads one of the bottles and says, “Why do you have a breast-enhancing drug?”
I don’t leave the couch. With my dick losing its semi-hard-on but still hanging out of my pants, I say, “My old girlfriend kept it over here.”
“Why?”
“She didn’t like to keep it at her house.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, I think she didn’t want her cats to get into it.” This immediately conjures images of Casey’s cats walking around with gigantic tits.
Alyna comes out of the kitchen with a bottle of Bloussant in her hand and a glass of Dr Pepper in the other. She says, “Did this stuff work?”
“I don’t really know.”
“Do you think she’ll want it back?”
“Probably not.”
“Do you care if I try it?”
I wonder if there’s any way on the planet that Alyna wouldn’t mind the fact that I’m going to have a kid with my ex-girlfriend.
“No, go ahead.”
“It can’t really work, right?”
“It’s supposed to.”
“I have to try it.”
She puts the bottle of Bloussant down on the coffee table next to her glass of Dr Pepper, then takes my cock in her hand and says, “You think you can handle another one?”
She already has her mouth on my dick when I say, “I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to see.”
As she sucks my dick for the second time in fifteen minutes I try to picture her B-cup tits getting bigger. I put my hand down her shirt as she sucks my dick and squeeze her tits, trying to imagine them a full cup size bigger. I like her tits as they are and I’m not completely sure increasing their size would improve their overall quality, but her enthusiasm to willingly use an unproven breast enhancer is an attractive enough personality trait to make her tits somehow feel better in my hand.
The second load I blow proves to be a little too much for her mouth to handle. She swallows some of it, but some of it drips out of her mouth onto her cheek and chin and onto my dick.
She comes up from sucking my dick, laughs, and says, “Do I have anything on my face?”
As she smiles at me with my cum dripping off her chin, I can’t help laughing too, partly because of the humor of the situation, but mostly to mask the utter despair I feel closing in around me when I think about the fact that the best thing I’ve possibly ever had is going to be destroyed by a fucking mistake that’s growing in the womb of a girl I hate.