“Well, it’s not loud thundering snores like a man does, just soft little exhalations, I guess.”
“Oh!” I grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table across from her, thinking all the while how strange it was that she had no idea what I was up to. She’s always been so overprotective, so on top of things, and here I was about to get fucked and have a stranger breed me, and she had no idea.
If I’m honest, that was part of the thrill. For once, I was going to do something that mom had no control over. “It was, but now I have to be back on Wednesday night.” I pretended not to be too pleased about the idea, but she didn’t press, didn’t even object, and I got the feeling that she was thinking that she’d have some more time with her lover.
Chapter 7
The rest of the week was a blur. I went through the days at school in a kind of daze like phase, not quite believing that nothing around me had changed. I started wondering about people’s reactions when they find out I was pregnant.
The way I’d worked it out in my head it was already May, which meant school would be out soon and I won’t be coming back here again. I’d already been accepted to a university two and a half hours away on a full scholarship and will be starting the end of August.
So, if I got pregnant now, I will only be three months pregnant by the time I moved away for school and wouldn’t be showing yet. Besides, it was nobody’s business anyway what I did with my body.
By the time Wednesday rolled around, I was ready to climb the walls. I’d kept myself from masturbating the last few days, saving it up for Nick which wasn’t really necessary for the female, but with mom, in the house, I dared not go anywhere near my pussy for fear of her hearing me cum.
I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to control my screams since the last orgasm I’d had while thinking about him had knocked me on my ass. That evening I took special care with myself, going so far as to douche, I even gave myself an enema just in case.
I know my ass might not come into play since he’d be trying to get me pregnant, but when I’d read their profile, it said that that’s something he likes to do; fucking women in the ass.
Mom was already out of the house by the time I called the cab that Penny and Nick had said they’d pay for since their home was half an hour away. I was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof all the way there, but not once did I think of turning back. I wanted this more than I think I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
When the cab pulled up outside the mansion in the ritzy neighborhood, my mouth fell open in shock. They must be really rich if they lived here. Then again, they’d promised to pay me twenty grand cash so they must be loaded.
I stepped out of the cab just as Nick came outside to pay him. He looked and smelled amazing as he turned to smile at me, and my pussy started acting up. I looked around at the beautiful garden that ran along the side of the house from the immaculate front lawn of the red brick house with the Greek columns out front.
“Come on in Angelica.” His hand in the small of my back made me feel tingly and nice. I realized how tall he was as he walked next to my five foot two self. The profile on the site had said he was six-one a hundred and seventy pounds.
He was by no means skinny, as it was obvious beneath the shirt, he wore unbuttoned at the top that he had a very muscular chest. I breathed in deep as my thoughts started to run away with me, a bit surprised at myself.
I thought for sure that I’d feel awkward and out of my depth, but I guess after getting myself to the image of his cock had loosened me up a little. Inside, Penny was waiting for us as she busied herself with what looked like a tray of snacks.
“Hello, Angie.” She came forward and took my hand with a smile. “Don’t you look lovely.” She spread my arms open and looked down the short plaid skirt I’d worn. It was part of my school uniform, but somehow I’d got the idea that it for the occasion.
I’d paired the short blue, black, grey and white plaid skirt with a baby blue short-sleeved top with frills around her arms. I know I looked young in the getup with my hair held back from my face with a wide band and my feet in ballet flats, but when I’d gone surfing the net for more information on swingers, one of the things that stood out for me was the role play aspect.