In my mind, I was in the bed with Amanda, running my fingers down her back, feeling her soft skin on my fingertips. I rolled my hand down to my cock and grabbed on tightly to my erection, already hard from picturing Amanda there with me. I went back to the bedroom in my mind, bringing Amanda’s body back into view.
She looked up from the bed at me, swiping her hand down my stomach and grabbing onto my cock. I smiled down at her and sat back on my heels, letting her jerk my cock for a moment. Her tiny, little hand pulsated against my shaft as she pulled it up and down, biting her bottom lip. She leaned forward and ran her lips over the tip, smiling up at me before opening her mouth and sinking her warm lips down the shaft, all the way to the base. I groaned loudly, feeling her suck hard as she started to bob her head up and down. I pulled my hand up and pushed lightly on her head, holding her down for a moment before watching her slide back up again. She looked up at me with watery eyes, and I snapped, needing to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock.
I grabbed her face and lifted her head up before pushing her down on the bed. She giggled as she bounced up and down on the mattress, her perfect tits jiggling all over the place. I imagined myself crawling toward her as she spread her legs apart, revealing her beautiful, pink pussy. I ran my fingers down her stomach and pushed two of them inside of her, watching her suck on her bottom lip and groan in pleasure. I fingered her hard and fast right there, wanting to get her in the mood, wanting her pussy to be nice and wet when I fucked the hell out of her. When I had gotten her to the point where she was begging me for my cock, I pulled my fingers out and stuck them in her mouth, feeling her lick her juices from my hand.
I grabbed my dick and moved forward, sliding it through her folds and then thrusting deep and hard, feeling my cock fill her up. She arched her back and screamed out, her body tight with anticipation. I grabbed her hips and started to push, fucking her deep, slow, and steady. As her moans began to rise, so did my pace, and before long, I was pounding into her so hard the bed was slamming against the wall. She thrashed her head back and forth, moaning and laughing in pleasure. I leaned forward and continued to hump her, pushing in and pulling out with force. My hands slid up into hers, and she looked deeply into my eyes, her mouth open as she breathed heavily. My hand gripped tighter to her waist as I slammed upward, pushing all the way in and then doing it over again.
“I’m gonna come,” she moaned out, exploding the fire inside of me.
I pushed my hips faster, our bodies slapping against each other. She reached up and gripped my shoulders, arching her chest and throwing her head back as her whole body began to shake. I could feel her pussy pulsing and tightening around my cock, and when her juices exploded around my shaft, I groaned, coming hard inside of her.
I opened my eyes as my warm seed squirted out of my red, pulsing member, shooting down into the bathtub and washing away with the water. I was back in my own house, and Amanda was nowhere to be found.
Chapter 21
Amanda
Lindsey skipped down the street dressed in a long, pink sundress, a tiara, and a sash that read “Bride” on the front of it. She was already toasted from the champagne in the limo. I smiled and chuckled watching her put her arms around her cousins and talk excitedly about marrying Jordan. I was jealous. I couldn’t help it. Every time I thought of the wedding, I thought of Nathan and the opportunity that I had missed out on. I was alone, pregnant, and brokenhearted, which I decided was one of the worst combinations that anyone could have ever come up with. The entire time I thought the universe was giving me signs, it was actually toying with me. But I had to stop thinking about it, I was at Lindsey’s bachelorette party.
It was only a week from the wedding, and since Jordan was going to his work bachelor party, or so he called it, we were out celebrating with Lindsey. Everyone around me was getting drunk, especially the bride, but I was sitting back not getting drunk. Nights like these were supposed to be a riot, drinking heavily and getting wild. Unfortunately, with the baby in my belly, I couldn’t indulge, which only made me realize how much my wild times were coming to an end. I hated to be selfish, but it was incredibly depressing knowing I was becoming a boring mother while everyone else lived their lives happily.
Once we were at the bar, Lindsey lifted her glass high and toasted to her upcoming wedding. Everyone in the place cheered, and I sat back in my chair, shaking my head and laughing. She deserved to let loose, especially after working since she was sixteen and going through the stressors of planning a monster wedding. I, on the other hand, was exhausted as always, and I could feel my pants getting tighter around my waist. I really hoped that my bridesmaid gown fit me comfortably. Otherwise, I was going to have to buy a shawl to cover up my baby bump, which would be just as telling as if I just sported the round belly I would eventually get. I was hoping, though, that it came sooner rather than later.
I looked down to find myself stirring my glass full of orange juice and soda. It was a habit I hadn’t broken, but it was okay. I was drinking that to keep the girls off my back anyway. I didn’t want people to know I wasn’t drinking. It would raise way too much suspicion, especially since I had known most of these girls my whole life, and they knew that out of all of us I was the biggest drinker.
“This is so much fun,” one of her cousins said, stumbling over. “Cheers!”
I held my glass in the air and tapped hers, smiling as I took a sip. It wasn’t very often that I was sober while everyone else was drunk, and I wondered if I acted that way when I was intoxicated. Maybe it was a good thing I was being forced to stop drinking. It would keep my embarrassment to a minimum. Lindsey climbed down off the chair and dragged herself over to me, making an exhausted face. She plopped down in the chair next to me and squeezed my leg.
“This is so much fun,” she said. “Thank you for putting it together.”
“Of course,” I said. “Sorry I can’t get wild with you.”
“Yeah, what are you drinking?”
“Orange juice and sprite,” I whispered.
“Nice touch,” she said, tapping her glass to mine.
“So, how are you feeling?” she asked. “I haven’t checked in with you at all tonight. I mean, are you starting to feel any better with your stomach and stuff? I’m not looking forward to this when Jordan wants to start a family.”
“Honestly, I still feel awful,” I said.
“Oh, no,” she pouted. “When is it all supposed to get better?”
“In eighteen years,” I said, laughing.
“That was a terrible, old person joke,” she said, bursting into giggles. “Don’t tell me you are becoming an old person already.”
“No,” I sighed. “Just a person lost in life, trying to make sense of it all. The doctor said I should start feeling better in my second trimester.”
“That’s not too far away,” she said. “Then we can start going for walks and getting you up and moving around. Hopefully by then, you will be feeling better. Otherwise, I am going to have a talk with that baby. It needs to give you a little reprieve.”
“It’s payback for all the stress I’ve put on it in recent weeks,” I said.
“Are you still throwing up?”
“God, yes,” I said. “The morning sickness, which is falsely named by the way, seems to be getting worse by the day. The medicine only works sometimes, and now, I am getting randomly sick all throughout the day. I am afraid to go to the grocery store because I’m too far away from the bathroom.”