Rex

Friday Oct 28, 2016

After the last few sessions with Jessica, I find myself wanting to back out of this one. The initial chemistry between us has been overcome by constant tension and it’s not the fun, sexual kind. The first few times we got together she kept on pressing for more interaction between sessions, at least that has stopped. But now everything feels quite mechanical and the passion is gone. After tonight, I need to let her know that I can no longer do this. It seems to be counterproductive for both of us.

“Hey Jess,” I quip when she answers the door. “You didn’t tell me where you want to go tonight.”

“That’s because I don’t want to go anywhere.” She opens the door and motions with her hand. “Come in. I made you a nice home cooked meal.”

“That sounds great,” I reply, knowing that she didn’t actually do the cooking herself. She has mentioned countless times that she can hardly boil water without having a disaster. “Wow, it smells amazing in here.”

“Okay, I didn’t exactly cook but I did transfer it to real plates.” She giggles, leading me to the dining room. “I’ve got smoked brisket, chicken and sausage, along with smashed potatoes, baked beans and coleslaw. I figured you would find something you like out of all this.”

“Actually, it all sounds great,” I reply, my mouth instantly watering. “You even got the cornbread biscuits to go with it. Wow, this all looks amazing.”

“I thought we should have a little celebration,” she says, walking around the side of the table and pulling a bottle of champagne from a stainless steel bottle chiller. “Will you open this for me?”

“A celebration?” I ask, taking the bottle from her and waiting for a reply. I honestly don’t have a clue what we would be celebrating.

“The end of my therapy,” she says in a very matter of fact way, as if it should’ve been obvious. “This is our last therapy session right?”

“Oh, yeah. I guess so.” I turn the bottle in my hand cutting the foil with my thumbnail. “I guess I didn’t realize that would be a reason to celebrate.”

“Oh, you know as well as I do that these last few have been a little stessful.” She steps closer and runs her fingers through my hair, staring into my eyes. “Thanks for putting up with all of my crazy ass bullshit. I know I can be a handful sometimes.”

“Honestly, it hasn’t been too bad,” I reply, lying through my teeth. I had to get a new phone number because she has published my other one in that sex forum as well as on her Instagram. I’ll bet I get fifty calls a day on that line now, instead of the two or maybe three that I used to receive. “I’m just glad to see we can still be civil to one another. I’ve been a little worried about that,” I add, deliberately understating how angry I’ve been with her antics.

“I think we’re going to get along just fine,” she says, jumping back as the cork springs from the champagne bottle. I wrap a towel around the bottle and guide the escaping bubbles into a glass. “Even though I know it’s going to do that, it always scares the shit out of me.” She laughs, picking up another glass and holding it out for me to pour into. I study her expressions, not understanding why she is suddenly being so nice. It honestly makes me a bit concerned for some reason.

“Is everything okay?” I can’t help feeling that something has dramatically changed between us. The energy is somehow different. The tension of the last few weeks seems to be gone for some reason. “Have you seen Dr. Farris lately?” I ask, hoping maybe she will have some insight into what is going on.

“No. I’m kind of done with therapy. I’ve got everything I need.” There’s a shimmer in eyes as she tips the champagne glass to her lips and takes a small sip. “Let’s eat before everything gets cold.”

“Okay,” I set my glass down and pick up a plate, taking a piece of each kind of meat as well as both baked beans and coleslaw. “Thanks for all of this. I love good barbeque.”

“Most guys do, so I figured I couldn’t go wrong.” She takes a cornbread muffin and some smoked chicken to start with. “I haven’t been real hungry the last few days. It’s probably the hormones.”

“Mmm, this is fantastic,” I tell her after taking the first bite. I’d much rather eat than talk about hormones or whatever. Maybe she’s gone on some hormone therapy and that’s helping her mood. She sure seems much more pleasant tonight. “So everything is good with your online store now?”

“Not really.” She shrugs indifferently. “It is what it is. I’m not going to worry about it any more. A guy set up some Facebook ads for me and it seems to profitable so far, so I’ll just let it run for now.” She takes a little coleslaw and makes a face when she tries it. “Does this taste right to you?”

“Yeah, it tastes great.” I continue powering my way through the entire plate of food. “It’s been a long time since I had any of this stuff.”

“My taste buds must be off,” she says with a pout, taking another tiny sip of champagne. “When you’re done, I have a simple request.”

“What’s that?” I brace myself, knowing that nothing is ever simple with Jessica. She smiles coyly with a distant look in her eyes.

“I want a redo of our first night together.” She caresses my forearm as she says it. “I want you to make love to me the way you did that night. It was the most amazing night of my life.”

“Yeah, that was an amazing night,” I reply, taking a gulp of champagne to wash the cornbread down my dry throat. “There’s been a lot of water under the bridge since then.” I cut my sentence short, not wanting her mood to turn dark. This is the first time I’ve enjoyed being with her since probably our second session together.

“I’m sorry. I got a little crazy. I promise things will be better going forward,” she says in a way that leaves me wondering why we would see each other after tonight. She just said that this will be our last session. Maybe that’s why things will be better. An out of sight, out of mind type thing. I soak up the juice from the baked beans with the remainder of the cornbread and pop it into my mouth, savoring the flavors. Tonight, no matter what happens, I’m just going to go with the flow. By midnight, Jessica will be out of my life. I can definitely give her another experience like the first night we were together. It’s the least I can do for all the money she’s spent the last couple of months.

“Would you like me to top you off?” I ask, holding up the champagne bottle.

“No. I’m good,” she says covering her glass with her hand. “I’m going to go freshen up. I think you should pour yourself a glass of scotch and make yourself comfortable in my bed.” She gets up from the table and bends over to give me a kiss before leaving the room. If she wants to reenact our first night together, I guess I do need a glass of scotch. It will probably put me in the correct mood as well. I smirk, walking over to the hutch and pouring myself a glass from one of her crystal decanters. She does know her scotch; I’ll give her that. After a long sip, I add a little more topping it off. I’m going to need all the help I can get tonight.

Settling into her bed, I’ve successfully suppressed the anger and emotions that have been haunting me the past six weeks. When she enters the room in the buff, she looks every bit as hot as she did our first night together. “Perfect timing,” I mutter, sliding the empty glass onto the side table and looking up at her. “I love your body,” I whisper as she sits down on bed next to me. She looks back and I can see her beaming smile in the dim light.

“I still like to make a dramatic entrance.” She kicks off her high heels before slipping into bed and snuggling up right next to me.

“What are you in the mood for?” I ask her, slipping my hand around her waist and pulling her closer.

“I just want you to fuck me good and hard. I want you to slam into me with every inch of that beautiful dick of yours.” She pulls back just slightly, looking into my eyes. “Just like you did that first night.”

“I like a girl who knows exactly what she wants.” I retrieve a condom from the nightstand and roll it on while she patiently watches with a subtle smile. For the moment I forget all the pain she has caused me and focus on her incredible curves, reaching out and cupping her breast while guiding her onto her back. “I do want to add one thing though.” I slide down between her thighs, running my tongue between her slick lips. I know how much she enjoys this, so I want to do it for her one last time. A wave of lust floods through my body as her juices hit my tongue. I can’t help thinking that after tonight I’ll never feel her in my arms again, so I’m going to make the most of it. Also, if I leave her on a high note, maybe she’ll stop harassing me online.

“God… that feels great,” she moans, pushing her fingers into my hair and pulling me tighter to her body. “Right there,” she says as I force my tongue deep within her. Moving it back and forth inside of her always drives her crazy. I’m sure it’s one of the reasons she kept booking me the last month in spite of us not really getting along. All along I was tempted to cancel her bookings, but then I knew all hell would break loose online. I move to her clit and take it between my lips. Making her squeal is the most constructive way to take out my frustrations on her. I’m going to have her begging by the time I’m done with her tonight.

After several minutes of tantalizing her clit, I move up her body. I take her head in my hands and coax her to the edge of the bed, her head suspended in mid air and my elbows resting on the edge of the bed. I kiss her lips hard as I push into her, immediately giving her my full length. I squelch her gasp with my lips, not allowing it to escape her mouth. “You… are mine,” I growl, immediately taking her lips once again. I don’t want to hear a peep from her, except for sounds of ecstasy.

I feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I deliver the meaningful, lust filled strokes that she fell in love with our first night together. She begins moving her hips in unison me, maximizing the effectiveness of each hip thrust and making me wish things could’ve been different between us. No one has ever fucked me back the way she does. It’s totally hot. After several minutes of blazing hot sex, I can feel that my elbows are beginning to slip from the bed. “Up against the wall,” I demand, sliding her head back onto the bed and turning her over.

“Yes, sir,” she responds, giving me a naughty look as she turns and faces the wall. She gets into position, forces her knees together and sticks out that beautiful curved ass of hers.

“I love this ass.” I slide my left hand across the top of it before moving in behind her and gripping both hips. A groan escapes her lips as I bury my dick deep within her. I move as close to her as possible, achieving maximum penetration before I begin rocking my hips against hers. “You’re so tight,” I whisper, knowing I never last long in this position. There’s something about it that never fails. I run my hands up the sides of her body and cup her breasts while continuing to thrust into her with increasing intensity. Lust continues to course through my veins as my hands once again drop to her hips and I grip them tightly for the final minutes of our encounter.

“Oh… oh… oh!” She shudders with intense orgasm, causing me to quickly follow suit. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close as we both savor the release. A long moment later, I run my hands down her thighs, before moving out from behind her and falling onto my side. I pull off the condom and toss it in her trash can next to the bed.

“I must say, that was awesome,” I tell her as she moves in for a kiss.

“We definitely are compatible in bed,” she whispers against my lips. “I’m still hoping we can find the same thing out of bed,” she adds, kissing my lips hungrily. My head immediately begins spinning at her words.

“I probably won’t see much of you after this,” I whisper, trying to break it to her softly. “I don’t tend to be friends with many of my former clients.”

“But I’m much more than just a regular client,” she says, a creepy grin stalking her lips. “You and I are going to be forever linked to one another.” I feeling of dread encapsulates my heart as she gives me three more tender kisses with a look in her eyes like a cat that just swallowed the mouse.

“I thought you said this is our last session?” I swallow hard, trying not to reveal the incredible discomfort that is ravaging my chest at the moment.

“It is,” she says, reaching up with her finger tip and touching me on the tip of my nose. “I don’t need a surrogate anymore, now that you’re my baby daddy.”

A feeling of dread washes over me and it feels like I’ve been stabbed right through the heart. “Your what?”

“Baby daddy. I haven’t been feeling well the last few days, so I did the little stick thing this morning and it turned blue.” A broad smile crosses her face. “Why do you think I only had a couple sips of champagne?” she asks, which had struck me as odd. She normally downs it like someone who has been left in the desert to die of thirst. “You and I are going to have a baby together.”

“How is this even possible?” I jump from the bed, grab my clothes and impulsively begin dressing. “I’m always so careful.” I’ve been especially careful with her. Using the withdrawal method in addition to condoms most of the time.

“I guess you can’t resist fate,” she says with a wicked smile. “You’re going to make a wonderful father. And no one has ever made love to me the way you do. Everything is going to be perfect.”

“You’re sure it’s mine?” I ask, still reeling with disbelief.

“Of course it’s yours. I haven’t been with anyone else, silly.” She gets up from the bed and comes over to me while I’m buttoning my shirt. “Why don’t you just stay? We’re going to be a family now.”

“I’m sorry, but if you haven’t noticed, I’m in complete shock,” I reply, taking her cheeks in my hands. “I don’t know how this could’ve happened, but if it proves to be mine…” my voice trails off as I’m at a complete loss of words. How could this have happened? This was going to be our last encounter. I was going to move on with my life. “I’m going to need a paternity test, because I’m always so careful to avoid this type of thing.”

“I thought you might say that, so I made a few calls,” she says, smoothing out my collar. “In eight weeks I can have a blood test that will verify that you are indeed the father. It’s just as accurate as taking DNA from the child according to the lady I talked to. You’ll just have to give me a DNA sample for them to compare it to.”

“Eight weeks? Okay, that’s fine.” I retrieve my phone from the nightstand and shove it in my pocket.

“You should probably give me your new phone number,” she says, picking up her robe and slipping it on. “In case I need to get ahold of you for anything.”

“I’m not giving my new phone number to any of my clients, past or present,” I tell her, knowing that it will only lead to me changing the number again. “I check my work phone several times per day.”

“I’m not just a client or former client anymore,” she says, slipping her hands around my waist. “Like I said, we’re going to be family.” I give her a hug, not wanting to say anything that I’ll regret. My stomach feels like it’s turning in knots and I feel an incredible urge to flee the situation. I need to go somewhere and figure out what the hell is going on. Eight weeks is an eternity and if she honestly hasn’t been with anyone else, then I’m the father. Fuck me. “I have to go. I’ll call you.”

“Okay. I was hoping you would be a little more excited about this,” she says, walking me to the door. “It’s going to be a beautiful child.”

“I’m sure it will be.” I turn and look her in the eyes. “This just was not part of my plan. I have no intention of getting married and I’ve always been very careful not to impregnate anyone. So, you’re going to have to give me a little space to figure things out.”

“Hey, you’re not the only one who’s life is going to change. I’m going to be giving birth for Christ sake, do you know what that will do to my body?” she practically screams at me. “You guys always make it all about you, but we’re the ones who have to actually give birth!”

“Whoa. Cut me a little slack here. I’m just in shock, so let me go get some air and I’ll talk to you later.” I lean forward giving her a quick kiss before heading out the door. I find myself almost running to my car, not wanting to spend another second in her presence. She somehow did this to me. There is no way that I got her pregnant. There is just no way. I feel like I’m going to be sick.