Author's note: Like most of the time inspired by a Celine Dion song from
her new album called "Right in front of you".
Rating: NC-17
Archive: just made my own page, so you can read it there too, which is nice but at the moment not perfect. You can also send me your story and I will post it there.
Homepage: http://missparkerjarod.hollywood.com
Email: mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com & miss.parker@gmx.at ( feel free to send me email
*****************
CHAPTER 10 - RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
*****************
The one is the bathroom was Jarod, but without kissing me he went out. I mean it was a big step, even for Jarod, to speak that open with me, he wasn't used to do that too often. Normally he just teased me a lot but nothing familiar had ever escaped the full and wonderful lips of him.
So Brutus my dear, Jarod just went into the woods today, and you know what that means for us? We'll get the fun we want to have, just a quickie like I told you last time.
Brutus was my own and everything now. I know that Jarod would never make love to me the way I wanted him to do it – now! So it was time to find it somewhere else.
Daddy will not be at home before midnight, so we've a plenty of time to get it fixed.
Did just the word "Daddy" escaped my mouth so fast?
I looked out of the window, my palm on the hard belly. It's going fast, faster than with the twins, but the situation is very different.
It's really going fast, the belly is more than hard, and if you knew that I was pregnant, you also notice the swollen belly. I was not willing to hide my luck anymore. Why should I?
So Brutus, he left us the car so we'll go to down to buy us something nice to wear. We can't go out in cotton underwear, jeans and a lovely pullover not of him, not if we want to have a good quickie.
It was snowing lightly. I got used to the white cover. I started to like it, really. Before that excursion I always hated the cold and wet weather, but now I really loved the calm and seeing the snow flakes fall down – it was such a symbol of freedom, like raindrops.
I mean Brutus it's not that he doesn't like you baby, it's just that he doesn't feel the same for me like I do for him. My hand was wandering at my belly, slowly up to my breasts. It's just that I have never stopped to love him in all those long years. He means everything to me, but he has changed a lot. He's not the lab-rat any more, he's a normal man, with a big loss in his life but I am not the one who can fill it, we aren't the one who .... well maybe but he'll not let us try it ... anyway ... we have to go to town!
By breasts were getting a bit harder too. I loved my breasts when I was pregnant with the twins. Not that they got much bigger or stuff like that but fuller. I was told by the doc, shortly before the accident, that I would start to lactate to early. I didn't care. I will be to early this time too?
I grabbed my coat, some bills and the car keys and went out. I hadn't driven a car since the rape, so I wasn't too fast on the street.
The town wasn't big, just a couple of shops, two pubs and a bank – pretty small in my mind. There were two cloth shops. I decided to go to the more expensive one – to be honest both weren't really my taste of cloths either.
So I went in the one. The shopkeeper was more or less friendly and I asked for a short combination. She firstly only gave me a strange look but than showed me two: a short red silk cocktail dress with a deep, more or less slut like décolleté. You are too good for that Parker, you are! And the other one was a short dark red silk skirt with s high side cut and a black silk blouse. I decided the second one and asked for underwear. She went with me to the back part of the shop and showed me the limited variety of undies. Oh my goodness I am only pregnant and not a granny or something ... no not granny style underwear today!
Do you have something with lace? Maybe in black?
The shopkeeper blushed a bit and guided me to the last corner of the shop, well hidden. There I found a variety of black lace and silk underwear. I think I took the most expensive one, 5 pairs of them – black lace strings and lace bras, one was push up. Not that I need d a push up but I liked them a lot, and men did. I also got stockings.
I paid for that stuff, not less but I didn't care, like always. And went on to another shop. I also got some makeup and hair conditioner, bath salt and body milk. If you do it today night it shall be perfect.
I went home, it was around 3pm, and let how water ran into the bath tube. I've always been a water rat. I put some bath salt into it, brought a cup of tea into the bath in went in the hot and steaming water.
Do you like that Brutus? I love it. I always fells great, feeling the small waved of water on your skin. It's so natural. I am sure you like it. I let my hand rest on my belly. It's only a matter of time till he fells in love with you babe, only a matter of time. It's a new situation for him too.
I leant back, closed my eyes and fell asleep. Sleeping in the bath tube was always great because it was dreamless, always. But after about half an hour the water went cold and I felt uncomfortable. I shaved my *long* legs before I went out of the bath and finished my nearly cold tea. Never thought that I could live without coffee ... Jarod it's only because of you that I can!
Now I was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, the only room with a mirror. I was standing there naked. Look Brutus that's you! I thought touching my belly.
Time was going on and I was standing there, now in underwear, watching my body. Has something changed since the rape? Only one small bruise was left – a thin red line at my left inner tight.
My belly was harder and to be honest you could see Brutus a bit, but only if you know. How longer I watched myself in the mirror the more obvious Brutus became to me – not a ghost or something like that anymore.
I went into the living room, to have a look at the watch. It was going to be nearly 6pm.
Ok if I want to be on time, to be in the town before 8pm I have to get dressed now.
I went into the bathroom again, with my new skirt, stockings and the blouse. The new underwear felt great. Silk is better than everything else on my skin. This one fits perfectly! I told myself.
You get big B. I said giggling. Isn't it a bit soon? I let my hand wander around my belly Sooner than with the twins ... the situation is different ... I have nothing to hide anymore ... I am so much older now!
It's great to know you Brutus, wonderful – the sense of life!
Now I am not alone anymore, not anymore, never will be!
I started to fix my hair, in the soft curled way, Jarod liked such a lot. He had once told me on the phone, shortly after Thommy's death, that he loves my hair this way – they would soften me. Soften ...
In front on the mirror I had to notice that I was looking like woman again. Feel great to be who you've ever been again!
I got into the skirt, the stockings with the elastic lace, and my new blouse. The new cloths fit me perfectly.
Blouse in or out B.? I asked myself. That wasn't an easy decision. And answers from B. were rare, mostly I answered my own questions in my thoughts and I was thinking a lot at the moment.
I tried the "in" version and the "out" one. Let wear it outside. Not everybody has to notice the belly, if they would notice it....? Don't give them a chance.
Okay it's nearly 7 now and we've to leave soon B. I will get us something to eat now and than we'll finish make up and go to have "our" fun.
I made myself a small toast with ham, cheese and tomatoes and I wanted to leave Jarod a note – only to say that I am okay.
Okay what to write now? I can't tell him that I want to have sex and that's why I went to town today .... nope .... difficult ... you aren't a big help B. today!
In the end my note was very short, my handwriting not perfect.
"Just gone to town,
P. "
What should I write else on the paper. I thought that must be enough information, if he would be back home before me.
******
When I went into the small pub, all the men were staring at me. I could feel their looks on my décolleté, some on my long legs, some also on my soft curled hair. I allowed myself a fast look around in the pub. I found a bar hooker which I took.
The looks feel fucking good. Like in the good old times!
I sat on the hooker, felt amazing to be in a pub again. And it only took a couple of seconds till the first candidate entered my space.
What can I get you? he asked softly. I think he wasn't from Canada, not even from an English speaking country. He had a small accent, the accent was cute, but they guy wasn't. He was a around 5 feet 5 big, smaller than me. These guys were never mine, smaller than me.
Good old Bushmills I said to the guy. Please I smiled at him.
The guy was smiling back, but doesn't seem to interested in me - just the first look, and to stand near me, maybe.
Johnny get the Lady what she wants! he said loudly to the barkeeper.
It went on like that the whole night. Not absolutely sure, but more than 10 different glasses of Bushmills had met my lips through the hours. Normally that wouldn't be too much but I am 'out of training'. I was drunken, sure, and I was flirting with every guy in this damned pub.
Looking around I noticed more men than when I came in, sitting in this pub. I noticed that I was drunken when the guys started to touch my crossed legs after buying me a drink. But I was still able to think clear – even shot in the neck.
Now it was something after midnight, I noticed the bells of the clocktower ringing. Now a guy was standing in front of me, a * new * one with a new glass of Bushmills in his hand.
What are these guys thinking about me? Would be interesting what they think during buying all those drinks. I am not drinking cheap stuff, never did. And they aren't trying to touch me in an intimate way, most of them. Only some have tried to get into a conversation.
The boy handed me the drink. If he was old, he was 22 maybe a year younger.
Thanks I said.
What's your name honey?
Honey, what game are we playing. Stay cool Parker, he's just an older teenager – you want to have fun tonight, let him write the book!
Parker
That's not a name hon. He said, smiling at me.
But everybody calls me like that! I said softly.
And what's your real name?
I looked at him. This boy had red hair and soft green eyes. But his eyes weren't contacted to mine, they were only wandering around my décolleté.
Mary Eve I answered shyly.
I will call you Mi if you don't care!
I don't care I smiled at him.
Mi? What a curious nick? There was nobody who had ever given me a nick, except Jarod who always called me Mary or sometimes Eve, but rarely.
I tried to smile at him, but it was getting harder from second to second. I felt one of his hands slowly moving to my shoulder the other one working up and down my crossed tights. Slowly, without thinking a lot, I uncrossed my legs and he stepped between them. Now he was only standing a breath away from me.
You are drunken Parker but able to think clear, clearer than normal!
What's your name boy? I asked with a deep voice.
I felt his breath against my cheeks, moistened and wet. His hand on my body but it didn't really arouse me, only slowly. Not like when Jarod is touching me, when he touched me.
Sean he answered.
Irish? I smiled.
He just nodded. His hand was wandering from my tight more and more up to my panties and the other hand worked its way down to my breast. I let his thumb move around my nipple. My eyes were closed.
Oh my god Jarod it's always the same with you. You arouse me so fast, get me so wet. Now your fingers are near my wetness. It seems like I have the Niagara Falls between my legs right now. Jarod you are ...
I opened my eyes and I felt, at least a bit, disappointed that it was * only * Sean.
I looked at the boy and felt his fingers working with the lowest buttons of my blouse. I was watching him. He seemed so innocent to me. He just unbuttoned three of them and let his hand glide up my belly – not saying a word – to my ribcage and finally under my bra.
I felt my arousal raising. His hardened cock was pressing against my belly.
It looks like you have to take a "small" boy home today. It's your own goal Parker! If this is all ... but you could close your eyes and with a lot of imagination it could feel like being with Jarod ... old those memories ... like being with my teddy bear with these incredible chocolate eyes ... yeah like with a very lot of imagination
Sean was looking into my eyes and I tried to look into his. His green eyes were nice but not as incredible as Jar's.
His lips were wandering up and down my neck, licking it and making small bites. I could hear me silently moan. His fingers were rubbing my rock hard nipples. Slowly he tried to kiss me.
It seems that he hasn't noticed my hard belly yet.
He doesn't ask you any questions Parker – only your name!
At exactly that moment I opened my mouth, to welcome his tongue. You have to make the best about that night. and he entered.
And a moment later Sean was pulled away. I was a bit not myself. What happened? I let my eyes wander around the room. And I saw what happened. Jarod! I gasped.
Shit why is he here? How can he know it? ... oh yeah ... my note!
Hey guy what are you doing there? Sean was shouting at Jarod, not angry but shocked.
I wouldn't touch her again boy if I would be you! Jarod shouted, loud, harsh and very unfriendly.
I looked at Jarod – my blouse only half buttoned, my skirt up and the lace of the stockings visible. Sean made a step to save me, or just comfort me.
Don't move! Jarod said.
What's your problem boy? Sean asked, nervously. What do you want?
Jarod face was very angry now. Shit let him calm down God.
What I want ? This is * MY * woman ...
But if she's yours ... why should she be here with me and .... Sean shouted at Jarod, angrily.
Be a gentleman guy ... I am one that's why I don't tell you why she's here ...
Now he was very angry. I've never seen Jarod so angry. His eyes were hot, biting.
But ...
I looked at both of them. They were furious now. How has Jarod found me? I could have been in the other pub too!
Want to continue this conversation outdoor, Irish? Jarod asked harshly.
I was stunned. Both went outside without saying any more words. I went, after a moment, after them. My skirt was short, up a bit. I must look like a cheap whore But I didn't care about that at the moment. Please don't hurt my boy ... not hurt my .... Jarod
Stop this stupid stuff, both of you – Jarod and you too Sean! I shouted.
Many people were standing behind me, looking at * me * men.
Holy Shit Parker – what have you done? Never thought that Jarod would become ... jealous?
But * my * men didn't stop fighting, boxing, biting and kicking each other. It didn't look too good. I wanted to go between them, to stop Sean hurting Jarod. I went between them. Sean nearly hit me. Now I saw Jarod getting really wild, indescribable wild.
You Irish Bastard of yours - you nearly hit a pregnant Lady!
Jarod pushed Sean hard against the nearest wall.
I didn't knew ... she ...
She hasn't told you that she's 3rd month pregnant?
Many eyes were focused on my back, I could feel them staring at me. I felt uncomfortable.
The girl wanted a good fuck and not a long discussion ... and if you don't want to touch her soft tights, her gorgeous tits and her wet pussy – than it's non of your business.
Jarod was stunned, shocked and speechless.
Please stop that fighting stuff! I begged.
Shut up Parker
Yeah stay silent Mi.
I looked at them. Jarod took a deep breath.
Her light stockings Sean continued. which fit her so perfectly and her silk panties wet like a deep sea and the greatest thing are her breasts. They are so full and her nipples so sensitive – one touch and they are hard like Mt. Rushmore. He stared into Jarod's eyes. But if you would touch her, she wouldn't go into pubs to be laid down.
I think that's too much now, even for Jarod. What will he do next? But I was to slow to say something or to do something. Shit all the Bushmills!
Jarod didn't say a word. He only boxed Sean into his stomach. From Sean's scream to say, he hit him really bad. But that wasn't the end. Jarod came, with big steps, to me.
What will he do with me now?
Sean was sitting on the street, crying and shouting incomprehensible words.
Shit what will he do to me? Hurt me? Hit me?
He grabbed me at my shoulder pulled me to the car.
I was afraid, shocked and not able to say something. What will happen next was the only think I could think of. I have him never seen like that.
___________________________TBC _____________________________
C: What will Jarod do?
Rating: NC-17
Archive: just made my own page, so you can read it there too, which is nice but at the moment not perfect. You can also send me your story and I will post it there.
Homepage: http://missparkerjarod.hollywood.com
Email: mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com & miss.parker@gmx.at ( feel free to send me email
*****************
CHAPTER 10 - RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
*****************
The one is the bathroom was Jarod, but without kissing me he went out. I mean it was a big step, even for Jarod, to speak that open with me, he wasn't used to do that too often. Normally he just teased me a lot but nothing familiar had ever escaped the full and wonderful lips of him.
So Brutus my dear, Jarod just went into the woods today, and you know what that means for us? We'll get the fun we want to have, just a quickie like I told you last time.
Brutus was my own and everything now. I know that Jarod would never make love to me the way I wanted him to do it – now! So it was time to find it somewhere else.
Daddy will not be at home before midnight, so we've a plenty of time to get it fixed.
Did just the word "Daddy" escaped my mouth so fast?
I looked out of the window, my palm on the hard belly. It's going fast, faster than with the twins, but the situation is very different.
It's really going fast, the belly is more than hard, and if you knew that I was pregnant, you also notice the swollen belly. I was not willing to hide my luck anymore. Why should I?
So Brutus, he left us the car so we'll go to down to buy us something nice to wear. We can't go out in cotton underwear, jeans and a lovely pullover not of him, not if we want to have a good quickie.
It was snowing lightly. I got used to the white cover. I started to like it, really. Before that excursion I always hated the cold and wet weather, but now I really loved the calm and seeing the snow flakes fall down – it was such a symbol of freedom, like raindrops.
I mean Brutus it's not that he doesn't like you baby, it's just that he doesn't feel the same for me like I do for him. My hand was wandering at my belly, slowly up to my breasts. It's just that I have never stopped to love him in all those long years. He means everything to me, but he has changed a lot. He's not the lab-rat any more, he's a normal man, with a big loss in his life but I am not the one who can fill it, we aren't the one who .... well maybe but he'll not let us try it ... anyway ... we have to go to town!
By breasts were getting a bit harder too. I loved my breasts when I was pregnant with the twins. Not that they got much bigger or stuff like that but fuller. I was told by the doc, shortly before the accident, that I would start to lactate to early. I didn't care. I will be to early this time too?
I grabbed my coat, some bills and the car keys and went out. I hadn't driven a car since the rape, so I wasn't too fast on the street.
The town wasn't big, just a couple of shops, two pubs and a bank – pretty small in my mind. There were two cloth shops. I decided to go to the more expensive one – to be honest both weren't really my taste of cloths either.
So I went in the one. The shopkeeper was more or less friendly and I asked for a short combination. She firstly only gave me a strange look but than showed me two: a short red silk cocktail dress with a deep, more or less slut like décolleté. You are too good for that Parker, you are! And the other one was a short dark red silk skirt with s high side cut and a black silk blouse. I decided the second one and asked for underwear. She went with me to the back part of the shop and showed me the limited variety of undies. Oh my goodness I am only pregnant and not a granny or something ... no not granny style underwear today!
Do you have something with lace? Maybe in black?
The shopkeeper blushed a bit and guided me to the last corner of the shop, well hidden. There I found a variety of black lace and silk underwear. I think I took the most expensive one, 5 pairs of them – black lace strings and lace bras, one was push up. Not that I need d a push up but I liked them a lot, and men did. I also got stockings.
I paid for that stuff, not less but I didn't care, like always. And went on to another shop. I also got some makeup and hair conditioner, bath salt and body milk. If you do it today night it shall be perfect.
I went home, it was around 3pm, and let how water ran into the bath tube. I've always been a water rat. I put some bath salt into it, brought a cup of tea into the bath in went in the hot and steaming water.
Do you like that Brutus? I love it. I always fells great, feeling the small waved of water on your skin. It's so natural. I am sure you like it. I let my hand rest on my belly. It's only a matter of time till he fells in love with you babe, only a matter of time. It's a new situation for him too.
I leant back, closed my eyes and fell asleep. Sleeping in the bath tube was always great because it was dreamless, always. But after about half an hour the water went cold and I felt uncomfortable. I shaved my *long* legs before I went out of the bath and finished my nearly cold tea. Never thought that I could live without coffee ... Jarod it's only because of you that I can!
Now I was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, the only room with a mirror. I was standing there naked. Look Brutus that's you! I thought touching my belly.
Time was going on and I was standing there, now in underwear, watching my body. Has something changed since the rape? Only one small bruise was left – a thin red line at my left inner tight.
My belly was harder and to be honest you could see Brutus a bit, but only if you know. How longer I watched myself in the mirror the more obvious Brutus became to me – not a ghost or something like that anymore.
I went into the living room, to have a look at the watch. It was going to be nearly 6pm.
Ok if I want to be on time, to be in the town before 8pm I have to get dressed now.
I went into the bathroom again, with my new skirt, stockings and the blouse. The new underwear felt great. Silk is better than everything else on my skin. This one fits perfectly! I told myself.
You get big B. I said giggling. Isn't it a bit soon? I let my hand wander around my belly Sooner than with the twins ... the situation is different ... I have nothing to hide anymore ... I am so much older now!
It's great to know you Brutus, wonderful – the sense of life!
Now I am not alone anymore, not anymore, never will be!
I started to fix my hair, in the soft curled way, Jarod liked such a lot. He had once told me on the phone, shortly after Thommy's death, that he loves my hair this way – they would soften me. Soften ...
In front on the mirror I had to notice that I was looking like woman again. Feel great to be who you've ever been again!
I got into the skirt, the stockings with the elastic lace, and my new blouse. The new cloths fit me perfectly.
Blouse in or out B.? I asked myself. That wasn't an easy decision. And answers from B. were rare, mostly I answered my own questions in my thoughts and I was thinking a lot at the moment.
I tried the "in" version and the "out" one. Let wear it outside. Not everybody has to notice the belly, if they would notice it....? Don't give them a chance.
Okay it's nearly 7 now and we've to leave soon B. I will get us something to eat now and than we'll finish make up and go to have "our" fun.
I made myself a small toast with ham, cheese and tomatoes and I wanted to leave Jarod a note – only to say that I am okay.
Okay what to write now? I can't tell him that I want to have sex and that's why I went to town today .... nope .... difficult ... you aren't a big help B. today!
In the end my note was very short, my handwriting not perfect.
"Just gone to town,
P. "
What should I write else on the paper. I thought that must be enough information, if he would be back home before me.
******
When I went into the small pub, all the men were staring at me. I could feel their looks on my décolleté, some on my long legs, some also on my soft curled hair. I allowed myself a fast look around in the pub. I found a bar hooker which I took.
The looks feel fucking good. Like in the good old times!
I sat on the hooker, felt amazing to be in a pub again. And it only took a couple of seconds till the first candidate entered my space.
What can I get you? he asked softly. I think he wasn't from Canada, not even from an English speaking country. He had a small accent, the accent was cute, but they guy wasn't. He was a around 5 feet 5 big, smaller than me. These guys were never mine, smaller than me.
Good old Bushmills I said to the guy. Please I smiled at him.
The guy was smiling back, but doesn't seem to interested in me - just the first look, and to stand near me, maybe.
Johnny get the Lady what she wants! he said loudly to the barkeeper.
It went on like that the whole night. Not absolutely sure, but more than 10 different glasses of Bushmills had met my lips through the hours. Normally that wouldn't be too much but I am 'out of training'. I was drunken, sure, and I was flirting with every guy in this damned pub.
Looking around I noticed more men than when I came in, sitting in this pub. I noticed that I was drunken when the guys started to touch my crossed legs after buying me a drink. But I was still able to think clear – even shot in the neck.
Now it was something after midnight, I noticed the bells of the clocktower ringing. Now a guy was standing in front of me, a * new * one with a new glass of Bushmills in his hand.
What are these guys thinking about me? Would be interesting what they think during buying all those drinks. I am not drinking cheap stuff, never did. And they aren't trying to touch me in an intimate way, most of them. Only some have tried to get into a conversation.
The boy handed me the drink. If he was old, he was 22 maybe a year younger.
Thanks I said.
What's your name honey?
Honey, what game are we playing. Stay cool Parker, he's just an older teenager – you want to have fun tonight, let him write the book!
Parker
That's not a name hon. He said, smiling at me.
But everybody calls me like that! I said softly.
And what's your real name?
I looked at him. This boy had red hair and soft green eyes. But his eyes weren't contacted to mine, they were only wandering around my décolleté.
Mary Eve I answered shyly.
I will call you Mi if you don't care!
I don't care I smiled at him.
Mi? What a curious nick? There was nobody who had ever given me a nick, except Jarod who always called me Mary or sometimes Eve, but rarely.
I tried to smile at him, but it was getting harder from second to second. I felt one of his hands slowly moving to my shoulder the other one working up and down my crossed tights. Slowly, without thinking a lot, I uncrossed my legs and he stepped between them. Now he was only standing a breath away from me.
You are drunken Parker but able to think clear, clearer than normal!
What's your name boy? I asked with a deep voice.
I felt his breath against my cheeks, moistened and wet. His hand on my body but it didn't really arouse me, only slowly. Not like when Jarod is touching me, when he touched me.
Sean he answered.
Irish? I smiled.
He just nodded. His hand was wandering from my tight more and more up to my panties and the other hand worked its way down to my breast. I let his thumb move around my nipple. My eyes were closed.
Oh my god Jarod it's always the same with you. You arouse me so fast, get me so wet. Now your fingers are near my wetness. It seems like I have the Niagara Falls between my legs right now. Jarod you are ...
I opened my eyes and I felt, at least a bit, disappointed that it was * only * Sean.
I looked at the boy and felt his fingers working with the lowest buttons of my blouse. I was watching him. He seemed so innocent to me. He just unbuttoned three of them and let his hand glide up my belly – not saying a word – to my ribcage and finally under my bra.
I felt my arousal raising. His hardened cock was pressing against my belly.
It looks like you have to take a "small" boy home today. It's your own goal Parker! If this is all ... but you could close your eyes and with a lot of imagination it could feel like being with Jarod ... old those memories ... like being with my teddy bear with these incredible chocolate eyes ... yeah like with a very lot of imagination
Sean was looking into my eyes and I tried to look into his. His green eyes were nice but not as incredible as Jar's.
His lips were wandering up and down my neck, licking it and making small bites. I could hear me silently moan. His fingers were rubbing my rock hard nipples. Slowly he tried to kiss me.
It seems that he hasn't noticed my hard belly yet.
He doesn't ask you any questions Parker – only your name!
At exactly that moment I opened my mouth, to welcome his tongue. You have to make the best about that night. and he entered.
And a moment later Sean was pulled away. I was a bit not myself. What happened? I let my eyes wander around the room. And I saw what happened. Jarod! I gasped.
Shit why is he here? How can he know it? ... oh yeah ... my note!
Hey guy what are you doing there? Sean was shouting at Jarod, not angry but shocked.
I wouldn't touch her again boy if I would be you! Jarod shouted, loud, harsh and very unfriendly.
I looked at Jarod – my blouse only half buttoned, my skirt up and the lace of the stockings visible. Sean made a step to save me, or just comfort me.
Don't move! Jarod said.
What's your problem boy? Sean asked, nervously. What do you want?
Jarod face was very angry now. Shit let him calm down God.
What I want ? This is * MY * woman ...
But if she's yours ... why should she be here with me and .... Sean shouted at Jarod, angrily.
Be a gentleman guy ... I am one that's why I don't tell you why she's here ...
Now he was very angry. I've never seen Jarod so angry. His eyes were hot, biting.
But ...
I looked at both of them. They were furious now. How has Jarod found me? I could have been in the other pub too!
Want to continue this conversation outdoor, Irish? Jarod asked harshly.
I was stunned. Both went outside without saying any more words. I went, after a moment, after them. My skirt was short, up a bit. I must look like a cheap whore But I didn't care about that at the moment. Please don't hurt my boy ... not hurt my .... Jarod
Stop this stupid stuff, both of you – Jarod and you too Sean! I shouted.
Many people were standing behind me, looking at * me * men.
Holy Shit Parker – what have you done? Never thought that Jarod would become ... jealous?
But * my * men didn't stop fighting, boxing, biting and kicking each other. It didn't look too good. I wanted to go between them, to stop Sean hurting Jarod. I went between them. Sean nearly hit me. Now I saw Jarod getting really wild, indescribable wild.
You Irish Bastard of yours - you nearly hit a pregnant Lady!
Jarod pushed Sean hard against the nearest wall.
I didn't knew ... she ...
She hasn't told you that she's 3rd month pregnant?
Many eyes were focused on my back, I could feel them staring at me. I felt uncomfortable.
The girl wanted a good fuck and not a long discussion ... and if you don't want to touch her soft tights, her gorgeous tits and her wet pussy – than it's non of your business.
Jarod was stunned, shocked and speechless.
Please stop that fighting stuff! I begged.
Shut up Parker
Yeah stay silent Mi.
I looked at them. Jarod took a deep breath.
Her light stockings Sean continued. which fit her so perfectly and her silk panties wet like a deep sea and the greatest thing are her breasts. They are so full and her nipples so sensitive – one touch and they are hard like Mt. Rushmore. He stared into Jarod's eyes. But if you would touch her, she wouldn't go into pubs to be laid down.
I think that's too much now, even for Jarod. What will he do next? But I was to slow to say something or to do something. Shit all the Bushmills!
Jarod didn't say a word. He only boxed Sean into his stomach. From Sean's scream to say, he hit him really bad. But that wasn't the end. Jarod came, with big steps, to me.
What will he do with me now?
Sean was sitting on the street, crying and shouting incomprehensible words.
Shit what will he do to me? Hurt me? Hit me?
He grabbed me at my shoulder pulled me to the car.
I was afraid, shocked and not able to say something. What will happen next was the only think I could think of. I have him never seen like that.
___________________________TBC _____________________________
C: What will Jarod do?
