Freshman (First Time 3)

"Oh! We forgot to tell you the news, Chelsea!" My mom added quickly, right as I was about to hang up the phone.

"Jake and Lenore are expecting a baby!"

I froze on the edge of my small little dorm room bed as the words came through the receiver. I could feel that now familiar feeling of paralyzing and heart-sinking jealous mixing with a deep, groaning needy throb in my pussy whenever I thought of the two of them hitting me hard.

"Oh?" I managed to croak out. "How long-"

"Just about three and a half months; isn't that exciting?!"

I did the math quickly in my head and my jaw dropped right there. Three and a half months was the end of August.

No way! I shook my head to myself. There was just no way I'd managed to watch them the very night they'd gotten pregnant...

…Had I?

The thought made my whole body buzz with a strange sort of lustful excitement. On the one side, if Jake and Lenore were having a baby, that was really the end of my silly little day-dream fantasies of running away with Jake, and that sort of stung. But on the other hand, the idea that I may have literally watched Jake shoot his cum into his wife and impregnate her right in front of my eyes that night had my body tingling all over.

*****

Winter break rolled around and I was heading back home for the holidays. Gone was the gawky, geeky, fumbling skinny kid. Instead, when I stepped off the train back into the muggy Florida heat of being home, I was a whole new girl.

Even Dennis, my annoying little shit of a brother complimented me in his own way.

"Wow, you don't look like a homeless girl anymore, Chelsea.”

Thanks, Dennis.

My mom and dad were of course a lot more fussy over me about my new haircut, the nicer way I was dressing, and even the more confident way I carried myself as we ate dinner that night at our favorite family spot on the way home from the train station.

"Oh, you don't have to say a thing honey" my mother had gushed to me across the table. She'd leaned over and winked at me conspiratorially. “I bet it's a boy, isn't it?"

Hmm, well, sort of.

"Well I want to meet this kid then, and make sure he's treating my daughter like the lady she is then!" My dad piped up, grinning.

The whole train-ride home, I'd been thinking about seeing Mr. Harding again for the first time in months. Even now, so many months later, I could still perfectly picture his naked, muscled body as he pumped his wife full of his thick cock and his potent cum out there in the backyard. I'd actually started to put it out of my head at dinner; that was, until my mom brought me right back to it.

“So, uh, how are the Hardings?”

“Oh, that poor man!” My mom put her fork down and shook her head. “I guess we completely forgot to tell you, Chelsea.” She and my dad shared a look before she turned back. “Jake and Lenore are…separating for a little while.”

I was aware of more words coming out of people’s mouths, but I was very suddenly in my own head somewhere. All of a sudden, every single inappropriate little fantasy I’d ever had about Jake Hardy and pushed to the back of my mind came roaring up to the foreground. Every single school-girl fantasy of “running away” with the handsome older man next door were suddenly just a little closer to my outstretched fingers.

Suddenly, I frowned, my fork still halfway between my plate and my mouth. “Wait, weren’t they going to have a baby?”

My dad muttered something under his breath and my mom just shook her head. “Well, Lenore is having a baby-”

“She stepped out on the poor guy is what happened,” my dad said through clenched teeth, shaking his head. “Poor son of a bitch.”

“Michael!” My mom raised her eyebrows at my dad before turning back to me. “Well, I don’t want to gossip, but word around the neighborhood is it was a work thing. The whole thing came out when she had to admit the baby wasn’t Jakes.”

It felt like my whole world was shaking up around me. Here I was, a new girl, with a new spring in her step and a new view of the world. And I come home for winter break to find the impossible man next door was just a little bit less impossible.

Just a little bit, at least.

I felt a little guilty too, since my thoughts immediately went to the glimmer of an open door to Mr. Hardy, and not sympathy at how he must be feeling in the wake of this betrayal. But as silly as it was to even hope that this was going to lead somewhere, there it was. Lenore was gone, Jake was probably lonely, and I was suddenly even more nervous about seeing him again.

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