I'd shrugged her off as we started to get some actual studying done, but later, I couldn't get that unfinished thought out of my head. Yes, it was complicated with the age thing, and the his being friends with my parents thing, and even if we were given the family green-light, where would we ever be a couple where we wouldn’t get stern, disapproving looks anytime people in public realized we were a couple and not father and daughter?
And then, there was the other big, big unfinished thought; the one I couldn’t even complete inside my own head, let alone share with Lucy.
You see, a week after I’d gotten back to school from winter break, I got my first hint of something being different. I told myself it was nothing though, I mean these things happened all the time, right? And even a few days after that, I still told myself it was nothing to dwell on and nothing to worry about; it would come soon, definitely.
But two weeks after I was due for my period without one, I knew something was up, and it was there in that library the day Jake left Boston that I knew I had to know.
I had to know what was coming next.
The test was easy enough, once I’d taken a cab to the other side of the city to buy one where I was sure no one would know me, and then secreted it back to my dorm room. The hard part though, was going to be opening my eyes and looking at it, and seeing what was going to come next.
Slowly, I cracked my eyes open and stared at the little stick in my hand. I could feel my heart start to beat faster, and a flush come into my cheeks as I gasped.
I was officially nineteen, and involved in an illicit relationship with a man more than twice my age who also happened to be good friends with my parents. I was also struggling to figure out where the line between lust and was, and where the heck we fell on that. Oh, and just to make things extra complicated?
I was now officially pregnant with his child.
Things where going to get really interesting.
Chapter 20:
Jake
> So, yeah, after that I was long distance with Chelsea.
I mean, Jesus, I guess that meant we were in a relationship if we were calling it “going long distance”, but I was a-fucking-okay with that. Because this was the only girl I needed, and certainly the only one I wanted, so yeah, I was very okay with that.
What I was not okay with was being so damn far away from her. What I wasn’t okay with was the two-thousand miles between me and that that perfect, angelic body and that impossibly tight pussy. She was like a drug, and I was a full-blown addict. And there I was, cold-turkey without her.
I did send her a better fucking cellphone though, and a camera for her laptop so we could chat. And by that I mean, “so she could send me high-def pictures of herself sans clothes”. And I think after enough hints and shitty excuses, that roommate of hers started getting the hint that a video call from yours truly meant it was time for her to get gone, fast.
“Jesus you look fucking incredible.”
She was all glow-y, wearing this tight little t-shirt with her university name across it, and those those little sweat-pant material shorts college girls all seem to wear. And glasses. I’d never seen her with glasses.
“Eh,” she shrugged and grinned at me. “My contacts were feeling dry, I know, they’re dorky.”
They were, dorky that is, but in this obscenely sexy way. It was like those thick black rims just accentuated the whole dirty school-girl thing; like I wanted to tear every other stick of clothing off of her but the glasses and fuck her senseless while she’s cooed my name. They were “dorky” like that nerdy girl who somehow doesn’t know how fucking unbelievably hot she is until the end of the movie.
Actually, right then even if I was two-thousand miles away in my study back home in Florida, I did want to tear those clothes of hers off. I caught a glimpse of her roommate Lucy giving a quick wave to Chelsea as she grabbed a backpack and headed out the door, and I grinned.
Now we could have some fun.
Chelsea started to turn back to me, and she started to open her mouth, but I quickly cut her off. “Shirt, off; now,” I growled, loosening the tie around my own neck.
I could see her blush pink and grin before she cocked her brow at me. “So demanding!” She said, giggling.
“Get it off, or I’ll come up there and take it off for you, young lady,” I said with a dark grin.
“You promise?” She whispered breathily in a way that had my cock rock hard in seconds. Chelsea bit her lip as she hooked her hands under her shirt and started to peel it off her lithe, sun-kissed body.
Jesus, I could look at that girls torso for days.
She was bra-lass, like she always was and how I fucking loved, and those cute, perky tits of hers capped with those dusky pink little nips had my mouth watering as I shrugged my shirt off and leaned back in my chair. “Jesus, I miss you.”
Chelsea grinned. “I really wish you were here.”
“Soon, baby. Another week and I can get away and head up there.”