Chapter 4
Saturday… The day of the wedding.
My former best friend, and the father of my baby, getting ready to spend the entire rest of their lives together, united in holy matrimony, so long as they both shall live.
The very thought of it made me feel like dying, but I’d cried so much since Wednesday that no tears came any longer. I simply lay there on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, my mind drifting into more and more miserable territory.
How wrong I’d been… Seeing so much in Jeff that hadn’t really been there… Letting myself idealize him as I’d done. I should have known better… He’d been dating Clarissa all this time, after all. What reason did I have to expect his character to be outstanding or remarkable, when he let himself be tied down to a vicious, vindictive creature like that?
And Lord, what was I going to do now? With his child developing quickly, its future uncertain as I found myself cast out lonely into the world, with no recourse, no one to aid me in raising it…
I just didn’t know if I could do it, and I felt like my brain was caught, frozen up, choking off thoughts as a shiver ran over me.
And then there was a knocking at the front door…
It caught me completely off guard, and I sat bolt upright, frozen, frightened almost. I let myself get my hopes up, and I knew that was a mistake. It was absurd really, expecting a miracle, expecting that Jeff’s character could have made such a drastic change that he would skip his own wedding to be here with me.
But then I saw a motorcycle in the driveway…
My belly did somersaults…
I’d waited so long that there was another knock at the door, trying again to get my attention, and I hurried to open in this time, afraid he might leave.
And there was Jeff…
Not Clarissa’s Jeff, but my Jeff. The Jeff I’d once fallen in love with, looking dark and handsome, clad in a leather jacket instead of corporate attire, his hair mussed from the ride, but perfect in his way, made even better by the passionate expression now beaming across his face.
“Maggie, I’m… I’m so, so sorry… For the other day. You just caught me so off guard, out of nowhere… I panicked… I acted… Well, pretty horribly to you, honestly… But God, I didn’t mean it… I didn’t mean a word of it…” I stared at him, astonished, breathless, and not sure what to say. But that was quite alright, it seemed, as he continued, “But you were right… You were right about everything… I’ve been miserable with Clarissa for years, and it took loving you for that spell to be broken… I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to see it – but I think, somewhere, I’ve always seen the connection between the two of us… I didn’t let it go anywhere because of Clarissa, but… But, well, I honestly haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night… I need you, Maggie…”
And it was like every word I’d ever wanted to hear from him had been squeezed into a single speech.
I stood there, mouth agape, trying to think of a response, but of course none was necessary.
Before either of us knew it, we were flinging ourselves into one another’s arms. This time, it was no accident… No flash in the pan or split second decision that we would come to regret later. This was us, giving into what we’d known was there for ages now, and doing it wholeheartedly this time around. Our lips, melting into one another like an alloy, sweet and delectable, our heads going light as we groped and touched and burned for one another. Our tongues pushing into one another’s mouths, circling around our cheeks as we tasted one another, the flavors delectable, and neither of us capable of possibly getting enough. And God, his hands all over me, pulling me into himself, his thick, now familiar cock hardening up against me through denim, making me wet as hell as I burned beneath my yoga pants, his hand sinking down the back squeezing handfuls of my tush, making my knees shake as he ravished me.
And at last, the two of us pulled apart, coming up for breath, our eyes wide and our nostrils flaring as, once more, we struggled to process the fact that this was indeed a reality.
“Don’t you have a wedding you’re supposed to be at?” I asked, wanting to make absolutely certain I understood the situation before things progressed any further.
“Nope,” he said, with a grin, “I left her standing at the altar…”
“Oh God,” I said, suddenly happier than I should be. “She’ll love that…” And I thought of her going on one of her rampages, storming through the church hall and sending a thousand profane curses down upon Jeff’s head in his absence.
My thoughts, however, were quickly taken from Clarissa for good as he pulled me back into himself, and drowned me in his flesh.
We made out wildly, stumbling our way through the house in one another’s arms. I loved the delight of his touch once again, making my body burn for him, my nipples hardening at the memory of his touch, my pussy getting wet, and my head spinning as I guided the two of us to the bathroom.
We slammed the door shut behind us, and I reached in to turn on the tap. The thick white steam rose up in plumes from the porcelain, and we began to peel one another greedily out of our clothes. I savored the view of his naked torso yet again, his bulging pecs and the agonizing rungs of his six pack abdominals, not to mention the intense, deeply cut V-lines of his Adonis muscles…
He hurried to get me naked for him, and I tried to accommodate him as speedily as I could. I slipped out of my t-shirt, wearing no bra underneath, so that my breasts bounced freely with the removal of the fabric, much to his delight. Then I lowered myself downward, downward, downward, peeling out of my yoga pants, revealing him to the tight black g-string of the black thong panties I’d been wearing underneath, not expecting them to be seen by anyone this evening.
However, he was clearly aroused by the sight of them riding up between the cleavage of my buttocks, and I peeled them gingerly down off of myself, clearly making him want me. He reached out to me, dying to touch me at this point, but I playfully swatted him away, shaking a reprimanding finger at him. He looked at me, confused, and I walked past him with a smile, slipping behind the shower curtain, the streams of hot water pouring down across my naked body, feeling like a dream.
I extended a hand beyond the cover of the curtain, and hooked my finger repeatedly at him in a “come hither motion,” making my intentions known…
I waited, and a few moments later he was slipping behind the sanctity of the shower curtain, his naked body a welcome view, and his cock at full, veiny attention as it bobbed up and down through the air with his every step toward me. God, he looked even better when wet, I realized with arousal…
I met him halfway across the tub, pushing my body into him, and I pinned him back up against the opposite wall in desperation, greedy for his touch. His hot, wet cock slid up against my inner thigh, feeling wonderful as the two of us kissed, making me tingle with sensation from head to toe. We kissed more passionately than ever, his tongue pushing hard into my mouth, licking me up from cheek to cheek, entwined in my own, making my head light with pleasure. He took one of my breasts in his hand, and squeezed it passionately, fingers sinking into flesh, and I squeaked with pleasure, then smiled, amused at myself.
If I thought that was too much to handle, though, it was next to nothing compared to the moment when he reached down between my trembling thighs, hooking his fingers upward into my wet, delicate pussy. I moaned, as he began to squelch around through the folds, rubbing his palm along me, kneading up the lips of my twat. Then he began to put his fingers inside me, first two of them, then three, then four, stretching me out. I pumped his wrist, and I heard the glorious squelching sound as he pummeled me with his fingers, sensations blooming through my system, causing me to moan with delight as I squinted my eyes tightly shut. He began to rub my clitoris, then, as well, and it was entirely too much for me.
I put my mouth back onto his, and lowered him down, down, down to the floor of the tub as we kissed. Once we were there, I gave him a last, naughty grin, before turning my body around, my spine arched, my ass in his face. I wasn’t sure exactly how he would go for this as I crept cautiously back, but he seemed crazed for the idea, unable to get me into him quickly enough. He dug his claws into my butt cheeks, and yanked me back into him, smothering himself in my ass, much to my delight.
I moaned, my toes curling as I felt his tongue beginning to penetrate me, twisting through the floral folds of my pussy like there was no tomorrow. He devoured me, seeming to genuinely love my flavor as he lapped me up, plunging his tongue in and out, in and out, in and out like there was no tomorrow. Never before had I been eaten this perfectly, this sensually, and I kept backing further, further into him, nearly crushing him, it seemed, as the sensations continued to grow.
His head bobbed rhythmically as he lapped up my cunt, basking in my flavor, and one point he shocked the hell out of me, going so far as to eat my booty for me. His tongue slid across my anus, coming as a massive but welcome surprise, and his work in this department, as well, pleased me in every way.
But before long, he was back to my pussy, finishing the job right. Eating me out, slicing me up with his tongue, kneading the cheeks of my ass in his hands while he worked, and going out of his way to massage my clitoris with his middle finger, much to my delight.
I shrieked, and came like hell, shaking from head to toe, orgasm pulsing through my system, until at last I let out a great, powerful sigh, releasing his face from my ass.
Good God… For a bad boy, he was really, really good at oral…
Weary with pleasure, I twisted back onto him, and the two of us made out for a while beneath the streams of the shower, my taste still on his lips, until at last the water began to grow cold.
We slipped back out of the shower, and toweled one another off, an act far more erotic than I think either one of us had really anticipated.
There was no point in dressing, however, and I flashed a pair of bedroom eyes at him, taking him by the hand, and leading him down the hall to my room.
I sprawled out on the bed, my damp hair cascading around my head like a halo, and he descended upon my flesh like a blanket, harder than ever up against me, his jizz sticking to my flesh as he slowly began to dry hump my abdomen. We kissed, and squeezed, and caressed one another, and gradually he worked his way into place between my legs. He reached down for my knees and pushed them upward, my legs now positioned like those of a frog on either side of me.
And with that, he proceeded to push himself inside me, his engorged tip crowning through the folds of my pussy, followed by inch by inch by agonizing inch of that long, hard shaft, swallowed up inside my body, his scrotum pushing up against the lips of my twat, our reunion perfect in every conceivable way as he stretched me out to full capacity.
He brought himself back, back, back, and then pushed forward, forward, forward, repeating this action several times, until gradually he began to establish a rhythm. I began to moan, and he knew he had it right as he continued to thrust, his buttocks clenching and unclenching, his dick plunging deeper and deeper into the folds of my body as he rode me to oblivion.
“Oh God, oh God, oh fuck,” I moaned, as he pushed harder and harder, staring lustfully into my eyes. My tits bounced along my body with the force of his humping, and the bed rattled against the wall, and he leaned up to cup my breasts his pelvis smashed repeatedly into me harder and harder by the second.
“Oh fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…”
Harder and harder and harder he pounded me, driving me up to greater and more intense heights than he had the first time, and the headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall violently now, and my body was on fire, bursting with sensations, my toes curling, my spine arching up to push me into him, and the waves of pleasure building, swelling exploding through my body, leaving me screaming aloud with happiness.
He poured himself into me as the orgasm swam through my body, the two of us entwined and united in that great, powerful height of ecstasy, a moment we thought would never end, and that would, at any rate, live on in our memories forevermore.
He didn’t pull out of me when it was all over, but somehow remained hard inside my body, the two of us kissing, continuing to grind against one another in the brilliant haze of the afterglow.
And as he wrapped me up in his arms, kissing me passionately, and whispering sweet nothings in my ear, he put his hand on my stomach, cupping it firmly. I felt confident that, no matter what else lay ahead for the two of us, the child that we’d made in our love would be in perfect, caring hands.
~THE END~