It’s been almost four months since I’ve been here, and I’m still in the same bedroom they placed me in when I arrived. I never leave. The “crazy” doctor, that’s what I call her, still comes once a week, and I still won’t talk to her. I don’t see much of Catherine; it’s almost like she avoids me. But Fallon comes every day; she brings my food and clothing, even sits and talks to me while she brushes my hair. I never talk to her. There’s nothing I want to know, until today. I noticed Fallon’s getting larger. Her stomach is starting to protrude, and I can’t help wanting to know. She comes in with my lunch, and I start eating while she talks about what’s going on outside in the world.

When I’m finished eating, she takes my tray away and sits behind me on the bed to start brushing my hair. I let her, but then my curiosity takes over. I turn and lay my hand on her protruding belly.

Fallon looks stunned. “Avery, I didn’t know how to tell you; next week, I’ll be six months. He’s growing every day. Before you know it, I’ll be as big as a house.”

I leave my hand there. She’s beautiful. Even with her extra weight, Fallon is gorgeous. She’s strong and confident, nothing like me.

I hear her talking. “Are you upset? I wanted to tell you, but you’ve been dealing with so much. Avery, please don’t be upset. I found out the day we were rescued I was almost two months pregnant and didn’t know.”

My tears slowly slide down my face, not from being sad, but from joy. The senator and his men weren’t able to hurt her like they did me, and for that her baby is safe. I move down and lay my head in her lap. Fallon starts passing her fingers through my hair. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met her, I’ve felt this bond I’ve never had before, not even with Lucy. I feel like she can understand me more. I know it’s strange. I don’t really know anything about her, but I know she can understand some of my pain.

I must have drifted off because I started dreaming of Liam again.

Liam and I have been seeing each other for a little over six months now. Our relationship is strong, even though we haven’t slept together; he has made me feel like a woman. I want nothing more than for him to take my virginity, but I know he won’t, and part of me loves him more for it. He slowly became my everything, I’m just scared he’ll tire of me and want more than he gets from me. I’ve been pushing lately, trying to get him to break. Hell, he barely lets me touch him. He says he’s scared if I do, he won’t be able to stop. But that’s exactly what I want. I don’t want him to stop. So, after all this time, heavy petting and some fondling are all we’ve done. It’s not as much as I would like; he does, however, always makes sure I finish.

Christmas passes, and we exchange gifts. He gives me a beautiful heart-shaped necklace with our initials engraved on it.

“I love it. It’s so beautiful, Liam,” I tell him as my tears start to fall.

He starts kissing my tears away. “Baby, don’t cry. It’s just a necklace.”

“I wish I could have gotten you something more, but my mom doesn’t give me much money. I guess it’s her way of keeping me in her control.”

I hand him the wrapped present I now know is the stupidest thing I could have bought. I wait for my humiliation to begin as he unwraps it and opens the box. He pulls the shirt out and starts laughing hysterically.

“I just thought since you like my T-shirts so much, you needed your own.”

I found a T-shirt that has a cartoon of a huge pickle on it saying, “I’m such a big dill.”

He gives me a big, tight hug. “Avery, I love it. It’s so you.”

“Well, I just figured since you’re always hinting at how large your…you know what is, maybe you would like to wear a shirt that alluded to that fact.”

“Really? My large you know what?”

I tease, “Yeah, since I just have your word to go on. I mean, I don’t know, maybe you’re lying. It could be small, and I might need to get you a different shirt.”

Liam decides he’s going to tease me back. “Well, do you want another Christmas present?”

Before I can answer, Liam steps back and unzips his jeans. He’s wearing a shit-eating grin as he lowers his jeans from his hips and then lowers his boxer briefs. My mouth drops, and Liam starts to laugh.

“Avery, close your mouth. It’s too sexy.”

“I…I never saw one in person. I mean, I’ve felt it before, but—”

I clear my throat and catch myself before I make his ego any larger than it already is.

“Well, it’s very nice, but is it large? I mean, how would I know? It could be average. It could be small.”

Liam grabs me by the neck and starts devouring my mouth. It’s his way of shutting me up. I feel the need to touch him, so I stretch my arm down and grab a hold of him. His kiss stops abruptly and freezes. His eyes open. looking into mine.

“You want another Christmas present, Liam?”

I’m not sure what to do, but I know the basics. I start moving my hand up and down along his length while I continue to look deep into Liam’s eyes. I cover the top of his dick with my palm and feel it’s wet. He still doesn’t move; it’s like he’s scared to. His eyes suddenly shut, and a groan comes from him. His hand grabs mine, and he says, “Don’t.”

“Let me, Liam. I want to, please.”

His eyes open, and he stares into mine. Without saying a word, he covers my hand with his and shows me how he likes it. I become more aggressive, I pump him faster as his breathing accelerates. I feel empowered having him literally in the palm of my hand. I kiss him passionately, and moans start coming from him.

“Stop, stop, baby.”

I hear him, but I’m not listening, I want him to cum for me. His words do nothing but make me try harder. In fact, I use his words against him as I tell him, “Cum for me, baby.”

He does. He shoots his warm load all over my hand and shirt as he calls out my name, “Avery.”

“Shit! I’m sorry, Avery. I didn’t mean for that to happen. You just wouldn’t stop.”

I remove my shirt that has his cum on it and use it to clean my hands. I turn around embarrassed.

“No. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I know you don’t want me like that and…”

Before I could say another word, he turns me and kisses me so hard, I taste blood.

“Shut up, Avery, and lay down. It’s my turn.”

He looks serious, and he says it again. “Lay down.”

I do as he says. He crawls in the bed after me, looks at my bra and shorts, then it sounds like he lets out a growl. He says, “I want to see.”

He then grabs my boxers and slowly pulls them down. I’m left with my cute but not sexy panties that say Wednesday. I’m mortified because today is actually Saturday. “Shit.” He lets out a small chuckle before his eyes find mine again. I decide to finish the job he stopped. I lift my hips a little and shove my underwear down my legs. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that because I’m not bare, and I hear men like bare. “Double Shit.”

“Avery, you’re so beautiful.” He passes his fingers over my pubic hair and tugs. “I love how natural you are.” In a heartbeat, he’s lying down between my legs.

“I need to taste you. Tell me I can?”

“Yes.”

He lowers his head and kisses lightly on my hips, then on top of my mound. He spreads my legs with his shoulders, and then I feel his kisses lower as his wet tongue starts to devour me. Oh my God, it feels so good. My hands claw and grip at my sheets, and my back arches; it’s better than I could have ever imagined. He starts sucking on my clit, and my eyes roll back. I know I’m getting louder, but I can’t help it. I’ll just have to be embarrassed later. I start to feel his fingers on me as he plays with my swollen clit, then I feel it; he pushes a finger inside me and curls it, and I come undone. My hand pulls at his hair, and I tear a hole into my sheet with my nails. My body starts to tremble uncontrollably. I can’t help but yell out, “Fuck!” when my body settles. He kisses my body all the way up to my lips, then kisses me softly and laughs into my lips.

“You, Ms. Avery Edwards, are going to be a tiger in bed when you finally get my cock.” He decides he needs to tease me more by saying, “Do I have any hair left back there? Look.” I slap his arm as he keeps going. “Did you tear a hole in your sheet? Damn, girl. If one little orgasm made you do all that, then maybe I need to wear protective gear when I give you more?”

“All right, get off me if all you’re going to do is laugh at me.”

“Never, Avery. I love you, baby, and I love everything about you and I never want you to change.”

That was the most we ever did. He never even let me give him a blowjob. He said he was saving that till we got married. He talked about marriage a little over the months, and I loved the idea. We stayed blissfully happy for almost a complete year, until right before his graduation. Something changed, and he became distant.