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“
K
elly
, hey you look hot, girl.”

“Kelly, congratulations.”

Those were the words I heard from friends at school as I left the car.  Or should I say from Brenda’s friends.  Sebastian quickly went in the opposite direction as we got out of the car.  I sat next to him at the back in silence, listening to our parents going on and on about their wedding and their excitement at us getting along.  They had only been going out six months.  Who the fuck gets married at their age after six months?  Well, the answer to that question was simple.  Both his dad and my mom.  I couldn’t believe it.  I had to believe it.

“Kelly, we’re going to take our seats.  Congratulations once again,” Mom said as she squeezed what felt like every piece of bone in my body. 

I replied like a zombie, “Thanks.”

She didn’t realize the impact of her announcement.  Tom and she were in in love, and they thought it was “nice” that Sebastian and I were getting along.  I felt sick to my stomach when Mom made that comment in the car.  I felt like saying to her, “What, it’s good that Sebastian and I are fucking?”

I wouldn’t be malicious to Mom.  She had done nothing wrong. Sebastian and I had spent a year hating each other and a month fucking each other.  Our parents knew that we hated each other, so they never did anything as a group.  Course, they were pleased that we were getting along.  I spent most of my nights saying how much I hated Sebastian, then after that night, I stopped. 

I felt sick.  I couldn’t think straight, and I headed to take my seat with Brenda, enveloping her arm on mine.  “Girlfriend, looking good,” she said as she slapped my ass.  I hated her for doing it, but it made me laugh.  As the ceremony began, thoughts about the night before, thoughts about the wedding, and thoughts about Sebastian and I became a distant memory.

“
Y
ou and I
, in the bathroom now!” Sebastian whispered into my ear.  Brenda laughed out loud as he did it; she didn’t realize the real reason he was saying this to me.  She probably had it in her head that we were going to have sex or something. 

I followed him like a naughty schoolgirl.  I didn’t want to face the music, but it was clear that we had to find out one way or the other.  The stupid party was nearly four weeks ago.  My period was due the week after.  I knew the results.  I didn’t need to pee on a stick.  Or it was more of a case I wanted to do it alone.  Not with him.

As we left the graduation marquee, where everyone was toasting and congratulating themselves on the year, I knew what Sebastian had under his cloak.  A pregnancy test.  We headed to the bathroom, and he shut the door.  He didn’t even check that the stalls were empty; there was only one thing on his mind.  Me.

I followed him into the stall in silence.  Until he handed me the test.

“Kelly, pee on the stick.”

I couldn’t believe it.  I wanted to protest, but he held his hand up.

“Pee on the stick.”

Why did I confront him about the situation?

Mainly, because I felt like a complete idiot. My period was due two weeks ago! Two long weeks I had waited for it. I had the cramps and everything else, thinking it was on its way. Yet, nothing.   Here I was in the bathroom in a stall, being forced to pee on a stick.  Thoughts of Sebastian in the pharmacy buying it made me laugh.

“This isn’t a joke!” he said abruptly.

“No, but the whole idea of you buying the test is a bit funny.” He smiled.  The same wicked smile that got me in the mess in the first place.

“I really can’t pee with you in here.  Can you leave, please?”

“Kelly,” he pleaded as he held on to my shoulders. “This isn’t just about you. This is about both of us.  Did you not just hear my dad and your mom? They’re getting married. We need to figure this out.”

I wondered for a brief moment what he meant by his statement, but I needed confirmation. We both did, so he unwrapped the packet and gave me the metal stick with clear instructions on how to do it.

“You done this before?” He seemed like such a professional.

“Ever since I got your phone call last night, I couldn’t sleep. I ran to the pharmacy and bought it.  The instructions are at the back of the packet. Read it a million times.”

“Oh.” I sighed as he helped lift up my gown, and I peed. It was almost as if I had drunk five bottles of water; it wouldn’t stop coming.  I felt so embarrassed, especially when someone walked into the bathroom. I heard girls giggling and laughing about their plans for the future.  Here I was in the bathroom with Sebastian making sure my gown didn’t get pee on it.  Then, I felt so silly. Why hadn’t I just taken it off?

He whispered as I cleaned my ass and stood up, while handing it back to him. “No matter what, it will be okay.”

Easy for him to say.  My plans of going to college, partying all night, and studying like crazy were going to depend on the lines on a stick.  It was taking so long for the pee to travel down it and show the results.

One line for not pregnant, and two lines for pregnant.

I closed my eyes, because I couldn’t take the heat anymore.  I closed the toilet and stripped off my gown, and he hugged me in his arms while holding the stick, and he blurted out, “Now we know for sure! Now we know.”

I pulled back as I saw the two lines.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  He hugged me again and said, “Didn’t I tell you it would be alright?”

He had, but I didn’t believe him. Shit, I had heard about girls who got knocked up. The guy said he would support them and within a heartbeat he was nowhere to be found.  It was easy for guys. So much harder for girls. I had been stupid, and one way or another I was about to pay the price.  Little did our parents know, not only did they have a wedding, but they had a grandchild on the way too.  I just wanted to die!

***
S
ebastian
***

H
oly crap
, how did this happen?

How the fuck did this happen?

Sure, I knew the answer to that question.  I’d wanted a taste of the one girl that no guy in school could get his hands on.  Sweet, teasing Kelly Foster.  Whenever I saw her in those tight pants running around the track, my cock would instantly react to seeing her perky tits jerking up and down.  Shit, she had no idea how all the guys in the whole school wanted a taste of that pussy.  Once I got a taste, like a kid and candy, I just kept going back for more.

But right now, I feel so fucking stupid.  I spent yesterday drinking way too much after we graduated.  I kept looking at Kelly and trying to reassure her that everything was alright and that it was going to be okay, but the person I was really talking to was myself.  I was way too fucked up. 

My scholarship was going down to the toilet.

All because I wanted to shag the sweetest girl in school.  Everyone said it couldn’t be done.  She was so tight, and like a boomerang, I just had to keep going back for more.  Who knew once you got inside that cool interior that there would be something so sweet. 

Was it worth the fuck?

No, my college dreams and everything were gone.  But, that was not the only issue. Dad kept going on about the wedding.  Shit, did he really have to marry Kelly’s mom?  I mean, I could go to college. He could move away and then no one would ever know.  The first thing that came to my mind was how to raise the abortion money.  That was the only solution.  Kelly was due to go to college soon.  She worked hard and had the grades to prove it.  As for that body, she was on the track team, and watching her little boobies go up and down sent me into overdrive. I wanted a taste of that and now I’ve had it, and look where it got me.

“Seb, you coming down or what?”

Great, now Dad was on my case. I was supposed to be working with him for a few weeks. He was going to give me enough cash to go travel for the rest of the summer before college. 

“Yes, coming,” I screamed as I stood up from my bed.  I turned and looked at my room, wondering how much it would change after Laura and Kelly moved in.  Dad said that after they got married they would both move in here.  I didn’t like the idea of that; this was Mom’s house.  If they were getting married, couldn’t they have some decency and find a new house?  That would make more sense.

Dad was getting on my nerves. He was screaming my name like his life depended on it.  What is it with parents? They call your name once and then you respond, but they still insist on repeating it.  It is not a case of you haven’t heard them—you just don’t want to go. Why do they never get the hint?  This is when I miss Mom the most.  Before that bastard of a drunk driver knocked her down like she was a dog, she would have told him to get off my case.  I could have killed him.  Luckily he was caught and was sent to jail for a long time.  It didn’t feel long enough. 

“Son, what’s taking you so long?” dad shouted as he barged into my room.  I hated when he did that. 

I stood and stared at him for a moment. I had fucking tears in my eyes.

I, Sebastian “Cool” Reel, was fucking crying.  Shit, this thing was getting to me.  Okay, so it wasn’t only the news of being an expectant dad that brought the tears to my eyes. It was Dad getting married and Mom possibly being a distant memory. Not going to college. Oh, yeah, and overdoing it with the alcohol yesterday. I drank way too much. Graduation day is the day to party, But I wasn’t drinking to party, I was just drinking to forget.

“Seb, what’s wrong?” he asked as he came closer.  “Oh,” he whispered as he gazed at my hand.  I walked up to him and shoved it in his face.  Then I left him.  I needed air.  I wanted to be left the fuck alone.

A
s I got
to the end of the drive, I turned to see Dad was standing by the door, holding Mom’s picture.  The last one I took with her before she died.  It was Mother’s day.  I had taken her out with the help of Dad to one of her favorite restaurants—Northvale diner was her favorite joint.  She loved the friendly service and the place was never too crowded and noisy like some burger joints.  No, this one offered class on a plate. I made sure that we had a table reserved on one of the leather puffs.  Mom loved those tables, mainly because they were away from the TV.  So, Dad had helped me get some money together to take her out.  Sure, I could have cooked a meal or even better baked her a cake like most of the kids in my class were planning for the day.  No, I wanted to go that extra mile. I was thirteen years old and had the mind of an adult she would always say.  Not right now. I felt like I was acting like the kid I never used to behave like back then.

So, I worked with Dad for a few days, or it could have been a few weeks.  I made  the reason I was doing it known.  She said she was proud and it would be the best meal that she had that year.  She didn’t know that it would be her last meal in a restaurant. Neither did I.  A cold wind blew past my face, driving home the reality of my existence.  I didn’t want to be alone, far from it.  I wanted to be with the one person who could make me forget how I felt—Kelly.

“
S
ebastian
, what are you doing here?” Kelly said as she opened the door.  I needed to fuck her; it was my sanctuary in the turmoil of my world.  I left my phone in the car, sure that dad would call me a million times, like he had on the drive here.  I didn’t want to remember or think about what I had said to him. Far from it. I only wanted to forget.

“Is Laura home?” I wanted to be sure her mom wasn´t at home.

She shook her head as she backed up into the house.  It was Saturday, one of the busiest days at the salon.  I knew that Laura would probably be there setting up for the day or she may have had hair appointments.  Either way, I knew she wouldn’t be home, and all I wanted was to fuck Kelly and get it all out of my system. I slammed the door shut behind me.  She was in her pj’s and had probably just woken up.  It was still early, around nine.  Kelly took a few steps back, probably noticing the frustration in my eyes as I stared at her.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered as I stood in front of her.

“Make me forget…I want you.”

Kelly’s soft, gentle fingers traced my face, and I closed my eyes because of her delicate touch.  I treated her like crap during the year.  Paid her a bit of attention lately and she was at my beck and call. I didn’t deserve her, but I desired her over and over again.  I lifted her up and slowly walked towards the door. She responded by meeting my lips, embracing them with my tongue, and her moans sounded like soft whispers. 

 Her long brunette hair tickled my neck and as I pressed her against the door, I wanted those hard nipples in my mouth.  I sucked on them as I lifted her higher, and she cried as I bit on her nipple.  I dropped her for a brief minute while I tugged at her pajama shorts, and she tugged at my jeans, setting my cock free. It was hard and welcomed her pussy walls like a magnet.

“Sebastian,” she cried out every time I pumped her; I was being rough.  I could hear her back bang against the door like a tennis ball.  I didn’t wait for her permission to continue.  Normally, I would stop and make sure that she was okay.  Not this morning.  I wanted to finish.  Shoot my cum inside of her until my knees felt weak and all the frustration and tension that had been building inside of me was set free.

This fuck wasn’t about her, it was about what I needed. I was taking her selfishly.  She was gasping for air as her breathing became more erratic.  So I used my other hand to bring her lips to mine.  I sucked on her tongue each time I thrust inside her.  She wanted me to let go of her; I needed to finish.

No words were exchanged—she wasn’t in a position to talk. Only for me to fuck her.

My knees shook as she screamed for the life of her as I pumped her for the last time, even harder than before.  When it was over, I dropped like her a rejected toy underneath the Christmas tree.  No words were exchanged as she grabbed her shorts and ran.  Probably to freshen up.  Maybe to get away from me.  Not knowing what to say, I left as I buckled up my jeans.   I should have been ashamed of my behavior.  I was so freaking selfish right now.  The only word that I could think to say as I opened the front door to leave was, “Later.”