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Thursday, September 6, 2001, Late Morning
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HAVING FABRICATED THE meeting he mentioned to Ken, Tommy sat behind the wheel of his car with nowhere in particular to go. He started the engine and then pulled out of his parking spot. As he drove toward the exit of the office park where he and Ken rented space, his balls ached, but the squeezing sensation in his chest hurt far more. He glanced at the time and frowned. What am I going to do in the hours between now and Trisha’s appointment? For a second, he considered returning to work—there was plenty he needed to finish, but the fresh sting of Ken’s rejection and the memory of his friend’s harsh words kept him on his current path to nowhere. Like I’d just use him to get off...how could he even think such a thing?
A lump formed in Tommy’s throat as he wandered without purpose or destination. After the heavy conversation his dad had dumped on him that morning, Ken’s inaccurate admonishment was too much.
He fiddled with the radio, scanning stations for a tune that might change his mood, but nothing stood out. He slowed to a stop for a red light, replaying Ken’s words in his mind over and over. His lower lip quivered as he sighed. An angry beep of the horn from the car behind him told him his light was green, but Tommy still glanced upward to make sure. He pushed down on the accelerator. Ken’s dead wrong. If I just wanted sex, his reaction wouldn’t have hurt me.
After spotting a gas station, he pulled over and stopped at the pumps. The pungent odor of gasoline filled his nostrils as he stepped out of the car and reached in his pocket to retrieve his burgundy, leather wallet. He dug out his ATM card and paid before topping off his tank with unleaded. After replacing the cap, he checked his watch. Well, that killed a good three minutes. I feel like I’m going to puke.
He pulled his car into one of the spots by the store’s entrance in front of the cooler advertising ten-pound bags of ice for ninety-nine cents. As he approached the convenience store’s glass double doors, one swung open towards him. He grabbed the handle, holding it for the harried woman struggling to keep her preschool-aged son from bolting out into the parking lot. “Oh, my Lord, thank ya so much,” the woman said, shaking her ginger locks away from her freckled face.
“No problem,” he mumbled, keeping his head down. The child yanked against the death grip his mother held on his hand, pulling her right out of the door. As the two rushed by, the little, red-headed scamp looked over his shoulder and threw Tommy a mischievous, sideways smile. Tommy chuckled. Poor woman.
When he was a kid, he’d had been just like that boy—always in motion, running too fast to look out where he was going. He smirked, remembering how Ken had always been by his side in those long ago days too. Things were a lot less complicated back then.
Tommy nodded at the cashier, who stood behind the counter next to the lottery tickets, and turned to head toward the back of the store. Why did I even come in here? I can’t think of anything I need. He noticed a large sign pointing toward the restrooms and headed that way. After using the urinal, he washed his hands. Well, that killed ten seconds.
He exited to peruse the refrigerator units. His eyes lingered over a twelve pack of Corona in bottles. A cold one could have taken the edge off. The frigid air hit him as he opened the door. He stood there but didn’t reach for the beer. I’m on the verge of becoming a father and it’s not even mid-day. Chugging beers to drown his sorrows wasn’t exactly the responsible and stable behavior we wanted to exhibit. After a few more seconds, he closed the door and then walked over to the fountain drinks. He decided on an orange soda with lots of ice.
Once he’d removed a straw from its wrapper, he pushed it into the hole in the middle of his cup’s lid. He paid cash for his beverage and then thanked the cashier on his way out to his car. As he sucked the cool liquid through a straw, his thoughts flashed back to the subtle taste and smooth feel of Ken’s cock as it grew thick and stiff in his mouth. He laid his head against the headrest and closed his eyes, his heart skipping a beat as he lingered in the memory. As he blinked, he turned his head slightly, catching sight of the Fresh Now sign at the Krispy Kreme across the street. He raised an eyebrow and grinned as he cranked his engine.
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FRESHLY BATHED AND completely nude, Trisha rested in a large, gray micro-suede recliner in the living room of the modest two-bedroom home she shared with Tommy and Ken. Clothes were a nuisance—even though she set the air conditioner at a cool sixty-nine degrees, she still sweated. She placed a hand on her protruding abdomen. The tiny life inside her was stirring. Sorry kid, but your eviction notice has already been signed.
She was going to be a mother. The concept didn’t seem real. Me, responsible for taking care of a baby? How absurd. At least she’d have lots of help while she tried to figure everything out. Her husbands seemed excited about the impending birth. In fact, Ken had been in quite a hurry to be a father right from the start, but she had managed to put him off for several years. She rubbed her belly—a boy—she and her guys were going to have a son.
Trisha sat upright, bristling at the sound of her front door opening. She looked at the entrance and saw Tommy. Moving with little-to-no grace, she pushed down the recliner’s footrest before struggling to her feet and then wobbling into the foyer. “Hey.”
His eyes widened, and a huge grin spread across his face as he leered at her body. “Hot damn!”
Trisha crinkled her nose and raised an eyebrow. “Say what?”
“You...you’re sexy, baby,” he crooned in a voice so honeyed, Trisha almost believed him...almost.
She rolled her eyes. “Are you high?”
“You’re naked.” His eyes sparkled as beautifully as sunlight off the Pacific Ocean as he lifted and dropped his brows twice.
Trisha sighed. “It’s fucking hot. How can I be expected to wear clothes?”
He took a few steps and turned into their small, eat-in kitchen before placing the box he was carrying on the bar. “I’m not complaining. It’d suit me just fine if you never put clothes on again.”
He took a step closer, and she raised both hands in front of her to halt his progression. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Such a cold greeting.” Tommy flashed his signature puppy-dog eyes.
Trisha sighed in defeat. Damn, it’s hard to stay annoyed at someone so cute but I’m going to give it a try anyway. She folded her arms across her chest. “And why shouldn’t I kick you out of the house and send you back to the office?”
He flashed a gorgeous, hundred-watt smile. “I brought Krispy Kremes.”
Trisha glanced at the box he’d set on the table, finally taking the time to check it out. Her eyes widened, and she stood at attention. “Fresh now?”
“You know it.” He moved closer to her as if he were inching up to grab a skittish cat.
She pursed her lips and looked off to the side. “Oh, alright...you can stay.”
“Yes!” He balled up his hand and pumped his fist in victory. Trisha rolled her eyes again and tried not to laugh as she shuffled into the kitchen and removed a couple of dessert plates from one of the cabinets.
Tommy refilled Trisha’s glass with more cold milk. “Go ahead...have another. They’re always good but nothing can compare to Krispy Kreme doughnuts when they’re fresh and hot.”
Trisha cracked a smile, reaching over to pluck a second treat from the box. “They are delicious. I love how they quite literally melt in your mouth. The tactile delight really ups the ante.”
She looks pretty in the green shirt she took right off my back. The garment wouldn’t button or even pull closed over her swollen, cantaloupe-sized breasts and pregnant belly but it hung down long enough to put a layer of fabric between her round ass and the kitchen chair. After swallowing another bite, she said, “Thanks for this. It’s been nice...like a mini-date.”
“Yeah, I think so too.” He reached over and fingered a couple of strands of her sandy-blond hair. “The three of us have been working so hard building up our business the last few years we’ve let these special moments get fewer and farther apart. We need to do better.”
Trisha laughed in his face and shook her head. “Yeah, it’s going to get so much easier as soon as the baby is born.”
He tilted his head and waved his hand. “Yeah, I know it’s gonna be hard, but we have to make the time.”
While pressing her lips together over the beginnings of a smile, Trisha’s gaze lifted upward and met his. The look she gave him took his breath away. Is she giving me an opening? He leaned in to kiss her before she could change her mind. Her soft lips, made slick by sugar-glazed sweetness, welcomed him, pushing into his mouth’s hungry embrace. Moving from his uncomfortable, slumped over position, he pushed the table out of the way rather than releasing his fistful of Trisha’s honey-blond locks or pulling away from the kiss.
Trisha turned slightly, making it easier for him to get between her legs as he broke for air and dropped to his knees. Eye-to-eye with her gigantic breasts, Tommy couldn’t resist tasting them. He nuzzled against their softness and then wrapped his lips around a protruding, pink nipple. He sucked gently, closing out all other senses as his taste buds relished her savory skin. Pregnancy had changed her body so much, but up until that moment, Trisha hadn’t exactly been anxious to let him explore the new territory. Nine months ago, his huge mitt could cover her entire breast but now he had to stretch his thumb and fingers to get a decent grip without squeezing too tightly. He swirled his tongue, lavishing attention on the surrounding circle of rosy skin and then lapped at her nipple. She moaned, spurring him forward. His chest puffed up pride and his cock hardened.
He used his free hand to rub her other breast as he moved his lips across her skin. He rained kisses over her large lobes, moving his head from side-to-side while using both hands to push her mounds close together.
She stroked his hair, and he slid his palms down over her enlarged tummy. He released her breast from his lips and then dropped a kiss just above her stretched navel. As he rubbed the taut skin, his palms caught a tiny fluttering sensation. His chest ached as if his heart was swelling. Biology be damned—that was his baby—his son. “Love you too,” he murmured to her belly before looking up at her face.
Her smile beamed. “Aww, I love that, but don’t be stingy with all that affection.” She spread her legs wider, placing her hand on top of his head and pushing down with light force.
Tommy licked his lips. “My pleasure...”
Trisha looked up at the ceiling, panting as his warm breath covered the tender flesh between her thighs. He dipped his head towards her pussy, pressing his lips against the folds. The first flick of his tongue sent an electric shock of desire speeding through every nerve ending. As she attempted to lift her legs, the chair’s hard seat made her bottom ache and sent a sharp pain up her back. She squirmed, searching for a more workable, less painful position.
A pang of guilt stabbed at her chest. She couldn’t bear to say it out loud, but she despised being pregnant. Vanity wasn’t the issue. Sure, gaining weight wasn’t exactly a plus, but what she hated was the constant, non-stop discomfort and uneasiness. Even when she was resting in bed or sitting down, she couldn’t get settled. Her core temperature was always too warm, and moving around was cumbersome. She wasn’t exactly graceful before, but pregnancy had turned her normal gait into a pathetic waddle. She hadn’t sleep well for months because by the time she could maneuver into a workable position—boom—time to pee. Sex had been off the table for weeks. She’d felt too awkward in her own skin to enjoy it. My husbands have been so patient and I’ve been a raving bitch to them.
Truthfully, up until Tommy came in looking like a whipped pup with its tail between its legs and presenting his offering of deep-fried, sugary dough, she would have rather eaten a live grasshopper than fuck, but he was too sweet and sexy to ignore. Something bad must have gone down between him and Ken that morning. I won’t ask. If he wanted to talk about it, he would have brought it up. Seeing him so broken was painful. I’ll just have to fuck the swagger back into him.
After a little trial-and-error, she scooted closer to the edge of the kitchen chair and attempted to recline back while raising her legs over his shoulders. As if he sensed her struggle, he raised his head, catching her gaze for a split second. In a flash, his strong, muscular arms were holding her. “Tommy, no!” She gasped, quickly grabbing at his hair as she was lifted upward off of the chair. She tightened her thighs around his face as she grasped two handfuls of blond locks. Oh, God...My baby...Don’t drop me!
Her anxiety dissipated as her back and bottom were gently placed on the floor’s cool, terracotta-colored tile. She breathed in the faint smell of lemon-scented cleaner left behind during her last nesting-fueled cleaning spree. As she sighed with relief, her muscles relaxed, and the sides of her lips turned up. Thirty plus pounds and he still has no trouble lifting me.
After loosening the death grip she had on his head, she rubbed his scalp before moving on to his wide shoulders, pushing the pads of her fingers into his flesh and lightly scratching his skin. A muffled moan rose between her legs. Smiling, she closed her eyes to heighten the sensation. Mmmmm...How could I have forgotten how relaxing this could be? That’s right, you sexy, blond demigod. Eat it up!
She groaned loud and wantonly as he licked her throbbing flesh, his tongue flickering over all of her best spots as if he had them all memorized. Hell, he probably did. Her tender skin tingled and pulsed, demanding more. Arching her back, she grabbed his neck, pushing her rapidly dampening pussy into his mouth. His lips welcomed her graciously, pressing against her needy, swelling cunt.
“Ngh.” She spread her legs wider while grasping his hair with her free hand. As she blinked, she looked up at the kitchen’s gleaming chandelier and focused on the light.
Trisha soared on a building wave of ecstasy and pressed her toes against the floor, lifting her heels as her thigh muscles tensed. Tommy applied the perfect amount of pressure, pushing his face forward as he rapidly lapped at her flesh. He slathered warm wetness over her pussy, tweaking her aching pleasure center left and right, his head bobbing side-to-side. “Gah, ah, yeah, baby! Right there!” She surrendered to the exhilaration, allowing the ripples of pleasure to crash over her as she clenched and creamed.
She blinked, panting and quivering as the fog covering her brain lifted. He lifted his torso and grinned. Trisha bit down on her bottom lip, smiling as she noted the glaze her cunt had left around his mouth. He licked his lips. “Yummy!”
Slowly and probably a lot less sexy than she would have liked, she sat up, clutching his shoulders before kissing him on the lips.
“Your skills haven’t gotten rusty.” She raised an eyebrow and added a nervous snicker.
Tommy stood, taking both of her hands and helping her to her feet. “Let’s take this party to the bedroom.”
Unable to resist his needy desire, she shot him a seductive gaze, scrapping her two front teeth across her bottom lip as she nodded. He held her hand as he led the way to the master suite and then helped her crawl on top of the king-sized bed they shared with Ken. She sat on her knees. “How do you want me?”
A large grin spread across his face, showing off his chiseled jawline and putting a glimmer beautiful, blue peepers. “I get to choose?”
“That’s right,” She answered, holding her shoulders up and back, trying her best to strike a sexy pose with no certainty she was pulling it off.
“Oh, baby.” He rubbed his palms together and looked off to the side as if pondering all the possibilities. “Anything I want?”
Trisha couldn’t help but giggle at the ridiculous look of wonder on his face. “Sure.”
“Head down, ass up!” he blurted out without hesitation.
She smirked. How did I not know? After stripping off Tommy’s shirt, she maneuvered her body, placing her hands on the bed and getting up on her knees to take the dog-style position. She bent her elbows and lowered her head down on a pillow in front of her. While turning her face to the side, she arched her back like a cat in heat, stretching her spine while pressing her breasts down against the bedding.
The mattress jostled beneath her as her husband got on board. As her heart pounded, her body quaking with the excitement elicited by her vulnerable position. Before he even touched her, her skin simmered as she imagined his lusty stare on her ass and pussy.
Her anticipation summoned forth long, heaving breaths, filling her diaphragm. The weight of his sizable palms pressed down over her buttocks, and she mewed. He gripped a cheek in each hand, squeezing her pliable flesh. A slight tickle trailed her skin along the path of a few stray locks of Tommy’s hair as his lips pressed against her ass. He kissed and nibbled the round globes as he slid a hand along the small of her back and applied light pressure, subtly expressing his dominance by keeping her in place and even coaxing her to push her swollen pussy out toward him. Damn, you’re good, Thomas Marks-Davidson.
He palmed between her thighs, separating her wet folds with his fingers. She sucked in her breath as the head of his cock nudged at her entrance. He penetrated her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a long, low groan as he pushed onward, invading deep within, stretching her. It’s been too long since he was inside me.
Her husband rubbed her ass and lumbar region as he waited for her signal. Bracing herself, Trisha bucked backward, and he grabbed her hips, pulling them toward him while slamming into her. Whoa! His rough fury of passion took her breath away, but she recuperated, exhaling in time with each hard thrust. She clawed at the bedsheets and then grasped the edge of her pillow, holding on tight. He had opened her wide and filled her to the brim with pounding cock.
He slowed his pace and put his hand down on her head, lightly pushing the side of her face into the pillow. He repositioned his right leg by turning it outward, lifting his knee and propping his foot up on the bed before he reclaimed his hold on her hips. His fierce thrusting started anew, finding new depths. She pushed her ass back to meet each thrust, gasping with each cavernous plunge, reveling in the incredible sensations as his pelvic region smacked against her swollen pussy and his balls spanked her clit.
He caressed her thigh and then moving on, finding her clit. She moaned as his fingertips brushed over the throbbing nub. “Ahhh!” His long, wide dick palpated the sweetest spot inside of her while his middle finger stimulated the buzzing nerve center crowing her pussy. The slow circular motion he used, stoked her passion, driving her into a frenzied state. Her brain synapses fired on all cylinders, demanding: come!
As if lightning had struck, overwhelming currents of delight flowed through her every nerve ending and jump-started her muscles into fits of spasms. “Yes! Yes!” Trisha cried out as Tommy rammed deep within her. He grunted as he reached his climax and released inside her. As soon as he pulled out, she collapsed, turning on her side to rest and regain her strength. He plopped down behind her, wrapping his arm around her just beneath her breasts as he recovered.
“I love you,” he murmured, his lips by her ear.
“Uh huh,” She couldn’t manage to form any words yet. She needed a nap.
“Trisha?” His voice was a bit off.
“Yeah,” she managed between huffs.
“You love me...right? That won’t ever change; will it?”
Where the hell did that come from? Since when was Tommy ever insecure about anything? She opened her mouth to respond but her heavy eyelids closed. She drew a deep breath and was dreaming.
