Just One Inch

But when Mom casually tossed off that she and Harold were engaged after a mere three months of dating, I was shocked.

“Mom!” I cried. “I haven’t even met him yet! And I mean, you’re, you’re so … old to be getting married,” I said with horror.

“Old but not dead, sweetie,” she chimed, looking at me wryly from the driver’s seat of her coupe. “Even seventy-year-olds get married,” she added mischievously. “It’s about time you did too.”

I didn’t even want to go down this road. Twenty-five is not over the hill, not in the enlightened times of “leaning forward” and Bernie Sanders stumping for President. But I’d wisely kept my mouth shut. Any conversation in that direction wasn’t going to be positive, at least for me.

So when she’d off-handedly mentioned that Harold’s sons were going to join us, I was already resigned. Just grin and bear it, grin and bear it, I reminded myself. Soon I’d be back in my apartment in my comfy PJs, readying myself for another night of cramming.

But when the man appeared … oh god, all the blood drained from my body and I felt like a limp, lifeless doll. He was exactly as I remembered. I could catch a whiff of male aftershave as well as his personal scent, that heady, woodsy smell that concentrated itself behind his balls, the musk lingering in my nostrils long after I’d left him. The introductions went by in a blur. His name was Jake. I managed to catch that in the whirlwind of conversation, plus the fact that he was engaged to my twin.

“See Mother? See Tina?” Jenna scoffed as she flaunted her bling. “It’s gorgeous isn’t it? Five carats, VVS1, cushion-cut, Jake had his eye on it the moment he met me,” she preened.

Really? My mystery man, whom I’d hooked up with a mere four months ago was now getting married to my sister? My mind ran furiously, trying to piece together some kind of timeline. I guess Jenna hadn’t started missing class until recently … it was possible, I guess.

Ugh. My heart crashed and I felt leaden with exhaustion. The man I’d fantasized about, whom I’d built up in my head as a hero of sorts, was part of this sordid drama, another twist in my twin’s perfect life. And he’d been fucking my sister for the last few months … while I was pregnant with his child.

Because it’s true. That one night, the one night that I had sex in my life, has led to this: pregnancy. It’s hard for me to believe. I mean, they always say that you can’t get pregnant the first time, and it had all happened so fast, you know? One moment I was still clothed and the next, I’d been transformed into a naked slut, the big man shooting his come into my body, leaving me filled with the most delicious hot juices. I’d reveled in my femaleness afterwards, curled up in the sheets as he made his way to the shower. I’d figured it was nothing … just a tumble with a stranger at some random party, and I’d snuck off as soon as he was out of sight. Let’s face it, hot guys aren’t looking for girls like me, a bookish nerd with glasses and comfy clothes.

So I’d scooted out of there, my disheveled appearance and prolonged absence provoking a gasp from my best friend Hailey.

“Tina, what happened?” she’d cried. “Where’d you go? Who was that guy?”

Oh, Hailey. She was like me, a total tag-along. We were the nerds of law school with our heads buried in books, monastically abstinent in our basement carrels. But I didn’t know what to say because I knew nothing about him … not his name, what he did, nada. I couldn’t very well say, well yeah, he has the biggest dong I’ve ever seen, in fact the only dong I’ve ever seen, and I kissed it and fucked it until I was delirious, but no, I don’t know his name.

Instead, I’d mumbled some half-hearted answer, saying he was a businessman who’d asked some questions about how to set up an LLC. And it sucks, but it was easy for Hailey to believe that I was just a source of free legal knowledge, and not a fuck doll who’d just been taken and screwed.

Sigh. So that’s what life has come down to, huh? I was so undesirable that no one, not even my best friend, could imagine that a hot guy would want me. But at least I had my memories. I mean, the man still starred in my wet dreams even months later. His abs were tight with no flab whatsoever, his blue eyes mesmerizing, penetrating, making my pussy run just from his gaze. It’d been the best night of my life, and I wasn’t expecting lightning to strike again.