Thats it. I'm officially fat. I've been sitting in my room, well more like sprawled across my bed for the past fifteen minutes desperately trying to get my jeans over my thighs, to no avail. I should have been ready to go no less than an hour ago but as you can see, judging by the heap of clothes on the floor next to me - the last thing I am is ready. It's like I have popped over night, what seemed non-existent before is now very apparent to me. My clothes hang funny or don't cover my growing bump at all. It could have something to do with the fact that before this my closet consistent pretty heavily of crop tops, mini skirts, and high waisted shorts. It's not even like my bump is that big. In fact, some would probably just say I look well fed, well, for thanksgiving maybe that is. Ugh.
I turn to the mirror, clad only in a pair of boy shorts and a bra that is now a cup size too small, I really need to go shopping... but not now, not enough time. I was supposed to be at the fair an hour ago, the club is running a booth full of pies and cakes - and since I'm the only lady around the lot that doesn't have a knack in the kitchen most of my time will be spent there collecting money and guilt tripping people into buying pies, because after all who can say no to a pregnant chick? Well, that is what Tig and Bobby say anyways.
I finally settle on a pale green empire waisted dress, belting it over my small bump. I do a once over, still extremely unhappy with how I look but choose to focus on what great things pregnancy has done to my hair and to my skin. My hair is shiny, silky, curls bouncing down my back and my skin is just as surely glowing. Just as I'm about to apply my last dab of mascara, I hear the rev of a motorcycles engine, soon followed by a consistent knock on my front door. I slide my sandals on quickly, "I'm coming, I'm coming." I laugh, knowing the familiar knock of Jackson Teller.
"Hi, baby." He smiles, looking down to my belly.
"Well, hello to you too." I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Oh, Hey to you too, Spence." He smiles, then shakes his head looking up at me. "You're late, miss."
"I know, I know." Moving away from him, I grab my bag along with my keys. "I'm not riding any motorcycle today." I say, tossing my keys at him. "We can take my car."
"Whatever you say, master." He winks playfully, following me outside.
The ride is comfortably silent, his hand resting comfortably on my thigh. Sometimes, I think its a territorial thing, most often though I think its just to comfort me. Right now though, its causing serious goosebumps on my thighs, I've been so sensitive to touch these days. The doc says its normal, but I can't help but wonder is it possible to be this horny even with a simple thigh touch.
When we arrive he leans over, kissing the side of my temple - pulling me from my naughty thoughts. "Look, I know I've been a sappy little bitch lately." He begins, causing me to chuckle. "But I need you to know its cause I want the best for us and the baby. I'm gonna make everything work out the way we need it to. You can count on me."
As I unbuckle my seatbelt I can't help but lean over to him, wrapping my arms around him in an side hug. "I know I can, thats why I chose you." I almost pull away but when I do his hand catches my chin, holding it close to him. Before I can stop myself I'm leaning forward, placing my lips ontop of his. I blame the brain shrinkage I read about online, but I'm kissing him. Rushed and heavy kisses, my hands petting at the flannel shirt he's wearing. He pulls back after a moment, eyes practically bulging out of his head. "I told you, I need you." I move forward to place my lips over his again but he pulls back, moving his hand from my chin to my hair, running his hands through it.
"You're a strange girl." He whispers, "I thought we're just friends."
"We are, silly." I chuckle, "But even friend's have needs." I move closer, "My hormones are going crazy, Jax... and I don't think it'd be approriate to go fuck somebody else right now, after all your little person is in there too." I grab his other hand, resting it gently on my belly.
"You're right, I don't want anybody else poking and prodding the little dude." He goes to pull his hand away from my stomach but I move it with mine up to my newly swollen breast.
"Isn't is nice to feel what you've given to me, Jackson?" I raise an eyebrow, placing a small kiss on the side of his neck. I can smell his cologne now more than ever. God, I need a release.
"You just want to use me for my body." He laughs now, throwing his head back against the head rest. I continue to kiss along his neck, my hand dropping from my breast now and resting dangerously close to what got us into this mess in the first place. His jeans are tight there, I grin knowing I'm effecting him excactly how I wanted to.
I don't even care that we're in the parking lot leading to the fair, or that at any moment anyone could see us. I don't even care that I'm supposed to be at our booth, right now I just want to... well, you know.
I pull back from Jackson, kicking off my sandals, I give him a smug grin. He goes to speak but I put my finger over his lips. "Shh, Jax. Come back here with me." Before I know it I've climbed over the seat, dropped my panties to the side and am practically begging Jackson to fuck me. I'm silently thankful the back windows of my SUV are tinted. He sits quietly next to me, which is so unlike the Jackson Teller I've always known, the one who reeks of confidence. He looks over at me unsure, once again. "Are you sure this is okay?"
"I've never been so unsure about anything in my life, Sweetheart." I lean over once again, this time unbuttoning his pants. He scoots them down along with his boxers quickly, freeing himself, which is hard as a rock from what I can see, letting his pants rest just under his knees. I don't even hesitate to take him into my mouth, bobbing my head down on the base of his cock. His hands find themselves weaving through my hair, he pulls gently, pushing my head down in the process. I can hear the soft grunts coming from his lips which push me even further, causing me to moan quietly against his shaft.
He pulls my head back, all of a sudden demanding that I get on top of him. "Ride me." He commands through gritted teeth, I can feel my pussy hot and burning as I straddle him. He doesn't hesitate, instead pushes himself full force into me. I try to supress a moan but he brings his hand to my cheek, "Don't hold back, you wanted this after all." He pushes a finger into my mouth, instructing me to suck on it. I don't hesitate, moaning against his finger as he grinds his hips up against my cunt.
"Right fucking there." I moan again, this time louder. I grind into his cock once again, suddenly wishing we had left the car and the AC on. It's so fucking hot in here, but I choose to ignore it. His hands move to cup my breast again, squeezing them gently through the material of my dress. I can feel myself coming close, he must to because he picks up his pace ever so slightly, thrusting even further into my pussy. As my legs begin to shake he holds me steady, pumping into me harder. I look down at him, his eyes are focused on me. His confidence is suddenly restored, which in my opinion is the sexiest thing about him. He reaches up, bringing my face down to kiss him. It takes everything in me to hold back until finally I can't anymore.
As I cum he crashes straight into me, I grind my hips into his, letting his cum drip deep inside of me. We sit there for a moment, hot and sweating, both practically panting with me on top of him. "Well, that was fun." He chuckles, rubbing my hips gently. I pull back off of him and sit myself down on the othe rseat, grabbing my panties from the floor. I pull them up slowly, the moist feeling between my legs filling them as I do so. I can't help but grin, knowing I'll have to walk around all day like this.
"It sure was, Jacky." I giggle, "Now, I have to get to work." I pull my sandals back on, grabbing my keys. "See ya later, lover boy." I wink, getting out of the car. I don't bother waiting for him, or even looking back as I head towards the entrance. I can smell the staleness of his cigarettes so he can't be far behind but when I reach our booth I can't help but notice Gemma looking straight at me, grinning and rolling her eyes all at once.
"You look like you've just been thoroughly fucked." She laughs, passing me a pie.
"I haven't any idea what you're talking about, Gem."