Dustin seems to sense this and stills, letting me take a deep breath and steel myself, and when I’ve had a moment’s recovery, I start to move.
Each pump forward, Ava’s pussy constricts around my shaft. And when I rock back, Dustin sinks deeper into my ass, making every moment a new wash of pleasurable sensations.
It feels too fucking good, and I know I won’t be able to hold out for long. And Dustin’s ragged breathing tells me that he’s pretty close behind me. I reach down and tease Ava’s clit with my fingers while I fuck her, and she whimpers. “Oh, fuck, yes, Rudy, I’m going to cum again!”
My voice is a hoarse growl when I tell her to fucking do it. And when she shatters, I feel myself tipping, so I hastily pull out, wrapping my hand around the base of my dick and giving it a few quick pumps to finish myself off, spilling my seed on her belly.
Cumming inside her had been a tempting thought, but even if sheisour new girlfriend, I’m not exactly looking to knock up the nanny right now.
Not a concern shared by Dustin, however, and I feel the hot spurt of his cum bathing my insides as he shouts out in release.
It’s a little cramped, stuffing all three of us into a queen size, but we manage, all of us tangled and catching our breath. “Um…wow,” Ava whispers breathlessly.
“Any thoughts you’d like to share with the class?” Dustin asks with a chuckle.
“Just that I’m glad we already agreed that this isn’t just a one-time thing,” she giggles.
Chapter Eight
Ava
Two Months Later
Even though I’m literally coming from my own apartment, it feels like I’m coming home when I’m on my way to Dustin and Rudy’s place. It’s a Saturday, technically my “day off,” but that’s hardly mattered ever since we got together. I spend pretty much all of my free time with them, and more time at the house than at my own place.
But last night, I’d claimed I needed a little space and I’d spent the night alone, not so much because I actually wanted to, but because I wanted to know for sure before I got their hopes up…
The little cardboard box sits on the passenger seat beside me, proudly declaring for all the world what its contents are. Although the box has been torn open, and the pregnancy test inside is no longer a mystery.
I’d wanted no room for my own error, so rather than relying on my eyes to pick up a second blue or pink line that could be easily mistaken, I’d opted for one of the stupid-proof digital tests that gives you your answer in one or two words. Pregnant or not pregnant.
And the one inside that box was emblazoned with a bold, unmistakable “Pregnant.”
I’m excited about this, I think. I’ve always wanted kids, and obviously Dustin and Rudy are great dads already. But at the same time, it’s definitely a big change in what’s still a fairly new relationship.
Sure, we’ve had time to get to know each other beforehand, but we’re still only two months in, barely past the tender beginnings of the “honeymoon” phase. And now the three of us will be linked forever?
It’s a little bit scary, but it also makes me happy. Things with the two of them have been absolutely perfect. I love Dustin and Rudy, and I love Brianna, and it’s not exactly hard to picture a future with the four-or now, five-of us as a happy, albeit unconventional, little family.
I pull into the driveway and let myself in with my key. It’s just after lunchtime, and since Brianna’s probably down for a nap, I try to keep quiet as I creep into the house, the little box in my hands. I expect to set off Petunia, but she merely looks up from her bed, then lowers her head back down and goes back to napping. She’s used to me, I’m no novelty to bark at or race toward.
I tiptoe down the hall, hearing my boyfriends’ voices from our bedroom. “Dustin, I know what I said, but it’s just not the right fit,” I hear Rudy saying as I approach.
The words are enough to make me freeze in my tracks. “So what, we just give up?” Dustin asks, sounding frustrated, “Where does that leave us?”
“I guess…right back where we were before,” Rudy sighs.
“With no room for Ava,” Dustin adds.
My heart shatters and I step back slowly. I can’t bear to listen to another word. Tears fill my eyes. I should have known everything was too good to be true. I couldn’t just walk in and force my way into this perfect little family.
I look down at the box in my hands. If there’s no room in their life for me, how can they possibly have room for…us? I can’t tell them about this baby, not now.
I’m also not sure I can stand to hear whatever breakup talk I’m going to get from them. Will they wait until they find a new nanny for Brianna? The idea of having to look them in the eye and pretend everything’s fine, pretend I don’t know what’s coming…
I can’t do it. I’m just not that tough. So I decide to take the coward’s way out, finding a piece of paper and a pen. I scribble a hasty resignation, with an apology for the suddenness, and leave it on the counter resting under the spare key they’d given me.
The rest of the counter is bare, so the stark white sheet is impossible to miss. As soon as they come out and see it, they’ll be off the hook. I’m sure it’ll be a relief for them.