“What’s wrong?” I growl, going completely still. “What’s happening, sweetheart? You know you can tell me anything.”
Tracy turns away, burying her head in the pillow and flexes her bottom hole, squeezing my shaft.
“No, keep going,” are her muffled words. “I’m fine.”
But it’s clear that my sweet girl isn’t fine at all, so I turn her chin to face me again. My lovely brunette is so beautiful that my heart contracts taking in her delicate features, and yet it’s the tears that break me up.
“Tell me,” I growl. “We’re going to stay right here until you tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
Of course, this is such a ludicrous position. After all, we’re stark naked in a spooned position with my cock already halfway up her ass. Yet I’m totally serious too. Something’s wrong, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it because this woman’s happiness means the world to me.
After all, life has been pure bliss ever since Tracy and I started dating. Sure, she used to be my babysitter, and she used to bone a couple of guys in my single dads group too, but that’s never bothered me. Instead, the things that make a difference are all present: her sweetness, light, and genuine love for life are incredible, and I appreciate these attributes. Plus, Tracy is best friends with my daughter, and Amelia’s even taken to calling her “Mama.”
So I want to know what’s shaken the curvy girl’s world. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it because I can’t stand to see my gorgeous woman in so much pain.
But Tracy merely blinks hard before swallowing.
“When were you going to tell me about Savannah?” she asks in a low, trembling voice. I go still.
“Who?”
The pretty brunette swallows again, refusing to meet my eyes now.
“Savannah,” she repeats. “You know, the girl you were seeing before me. She’s pregnant, you know.”
That makes me pull back, my cock popping out of her bottom. Immediately, Tracy pulls the sheet over herself, covering her nakedness.
“Savannah?” I ask, scrunching my brow with confusion. “I don’t know anyone named Savannah.”
Tracy’s clutching the sheet with white knuckles, her entire mien pale and ghostly.
“You don’t have to pretend, Rick. We don’t lie to one another, remember? You were boning a ton of women before you met me, and one of them was Savannah. Like I said, she’s pregnant now. She came by to tell you earlier, but you weren’t home.”
I stare at Tracy.
“I swear, I don’t know a Savannah.”
The pregnant woman lets out an exasperated sigh, two spots of high color beginning to burn on her cheeks.
“You don’t have to pretend, okay?” she repeats in an agitated voice. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Rick, or at least I don’t think you did. We decided to be honest with each other before we made this relationship exclusive, and it’s for the better. We know that both of us slept with a ton of different people before we met, and I got pregnant from my actions. Now it turns out that you got someone pregnant too.”
But still, I’m confused.
“Yes, I did sleep with a lot of women,” I acknowledge. “But no one named Savannah.”
Tracy’s starting to look pissed now, and her hands grip the sheets as her pulse beats rapidly in her throat.
“Really? She’s maybe five ten, curvy yet svelte at once, with big blue eyes and long blonde hair? That doesn’t ring a bell?”
But I’m being totally honest and shake my head.
“It doesn’t, actually. Most of the women I was with were brunettes because that’s my preference. I feel like I’d remember the woman you just described.”
My sweet girl is now staring at me vengefully, rage burning in her eyes.
“Really, you think? Is she one of the escorts then? Don’t they often use fake names like Kitty and Butterfly and Barbie? Savannah sounds like it’s a suitable whore’s name.”
I ignore her nasty tone and instead focus on the comment.