“You say the sweetest things. Now kiss me, Jesse.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Lowering my head, I press my lips to her. She slides her hands into my hair and scratches her nails over my scalp. I moan into the kiss and my cock is once again rock-hard, pressing into her thigh. She circles her hips, hinting at wanting more. Breaking the kiss, I whisper, “Condom?”
She shimmies up the bed and reaches into her top drawer, where she pulls out a foil packet and hands it to me. Sitting up, I sheath my dick and line it up at her entrance. Staring down at her, I slide into her, her walls hugging my cock snugly. Pistoning my hips, I slide in and out of her. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I thrust in deeper. Reese lifts her hands and slides them under her cami, massaging her tits. “Take it off,” I growl as I pick up my pace. She removes her top, her breasts spilling free. They are gorgeous, just like the rest of her.
Dropping her leg, I lower myself down and take a nipple into my mouth. Gently nipping and sucking the tip. “Jesse,” she moans, as I continue to suck her tit and slide my dick in and out. I’m close to coming again but being a gentleman, I refuse to come until she has. I pinch her nipple and she screams my name as she orgasms. She clenches down on me and I come too. I explode into the condom, my body shuddering at the force behind my climax. Sex with Reese is so much better than I ever could have imagined.
Collapsing to the mattress beside her, I pull her into my side and kiss her temple. We lie here in each other’s arms, panting. Our breaths even out. Reese gently runs her fingertip over my chest. Rolling to her side, she rests her head in her palm and stares at me. “I thought you were making me lunch?”
“I thought we just ate each other?”
Her cheeks darken in embarrassment at my words. “I meant food.”
“Well, I guess I better feed my Short Stack.”
“How about we reheat it together, Jackass?”
“I’d like that.”
17
Reese
…three weeks later
The last three weeks with Jesse has been amazing. Time is flying by but I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Jesse and I spend most evenings together and it ends with us making love before falling asleep, but nothing will match that first day we got together. We haven’t had as much sex as we did since that day, but my vagina is okay with that. After lunch that day, we spent the rest of the afternoon and evening naked in bed, ravishing each other. When we ran out of condoms we went with the ‘pull out’ method. I think he broke my vagina that day, I was surprised I wasn’t waddling at school the next day, but I’m not complaining one bit. Sex with Jesse is off the charts hot.
He and I are in a happy place, still in the honeymoon phase, but it’s natural and I love spending time with him, in and out of the bedroom. He’s my Jackass and I’m his Short Stack. I actually don’t mind him calling me that now because I know it’s laced with affection and not malice. It seems he teased me because he liked me, not because he’s an asshole. Oops, my bad.
Tomorrow is the Christmas fair and the judging of the Christmas baking competition. I told Jesse tonight I’m meeting Drew for drinks at BB’s, and then I need the rest of the evening to myself so I can make my ‘winning’ rum balls—and I promised not to drink the ingredients this time. To be honest, the thought of rum still makes my stomach roll, but I’m determined to win this. I refuse to let Jesse Thornton and his snickerdoodles take the crown from me this time round. It’s game on.
After school, I head home and change into jeans and a slouchy sweater. The temperature has dropped in the last few days. Winter is definitely here but I don't mind ‘cause I can rock my boots, scarves, and hats.
Walking into BB’s, I spot Drew in a booth and head over to her. “You’re glowing,” I tell her as I climb into the booth across from her. I smile when I notice that my uber awesome bestie has a glass of white wine waiting for me. “You are a godsend,” I praise her, as I pick up my glass and take a sip. The crisp white hitting my taste buds causes me to moan.
“Would you like me to leave you alone with your wine?”
“Hardy har har, Drew.”
She picks up her glass and I notice she isn’t drinking wine. “No wine tonight? Let me guess, vodka, lime, and soda.”
“That’s correct…but sans vodka.”
“Are you sick?” Then it hits me. “Oh my God,” I squeal, “are you?”
She smiles and nods her head. “Yep, Rusty and I are pregnant.” Again I squeal in excitement, I climb out of the booth and scooch in next to her. Wrapping my arms around her for a hug.
“I am sooooo happy for you guys. If anyone deserves to be parents, it's you two.”
Her eyes well with tears. “Reese, I’m so scared and happy at the same time. I’m emotional and cry at everything. Hell, I cried watching the news the other night when they rescued that donkey from the storm drain.”
A laugh escapes me and she hits me in the arm. “Ouch,” I cry out.
“Don’t anger a pregnant lady.”
“Are you seriously playing the pregnant card right now?”
“Yep, and I will do so until I give birth.”
Leaning across the table, I grab my wine and take another sip. “I can’t believe you and Rusty are going to be parents.”
“I know, he’s totally freaking out. It's really cute. He’s going to be the best dad.” She starts to cry again. “Fucking hormones.”
“I don't think pregnant ladies are meant to swear.”
“Fuck that. I’ll swear if I want to, but I promise not to once Peabody comes.”
“Peabody?” I question.
“Saying ‘it’ felt impersonal so we named it Peabody.”
“Fair enough.” I reach over and squeeze her hands, “I’m,” my eyes well with tears too, “I’m just—”
“Emotional and pregnant like me?”
“Very funny,” I sass in reply but her words halt me, I can’t remember the last time I got my period. Shit, am I pregnant too?
Drew and I chat and she eats her weight in chicken wings. I’m so lost in my head over the fact I might be pregnant, I miss everything we chat about. Drew and I say our goodbyes and agree to meet up tomorrow at the Christmas fair.
After leaving BB’s, I stop via the pharmacy and pick up a pregnancy test. I head home and throw everything on the counter. Not wanting to deal with that, I head into the kitchen and start to do what I do best, bake. I whip up chocolate brownies and my rum balls. And if I do say so, these are the best rum balls I’ve ever made. Since I’m procrastinating, I decorate them four different ways; coconut, chocolate sprinkles, crushed hazelnuts, and chocolate coated with holly or little red bows, all handmade from fondant.
It’s 3:00 a.m. by time I’m finished bakrastinating: procrastinating by baking. Once the kitchen is sparkly clean, I turn around and eye the brown paper bag that has been taunting me for the last seven hours. Taking a deep breath, I grab the offending bag and walk into my bathroom.
Opening the box I read the instructions from start to finish, once again, taking my time. “Suck it up, Bitch,” I berate myself. Pulling my pants down, I sit on the toilet but I can’t pee. Leaning over, I turn the tap on and a few minutes later, I pee. But from my nerves, I manage to NOT pee on the stick. Fuck my life. Kicking my pants off, I remove my shirt and bra and grab my nightie and slip it over my head.