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I was wrong. They were a lovely couple and it was obvious how much they loved Lindsey and Carter. So, I didn’t get why Carter was being so indifferent about his Aunt Alice and his Uncle Gary’s affection.

After lunch, Carter immediately excused us when Alice suggested going out to see a movie. I wanted to go, but Carter didn’t even give me the option. So, when Lindsey, Alice and Gary left for the movie theatre, I was determined to get answers.

He dragged me up to his bedroom. His home was enormous. Duh, Em?
It’s Montecito?
He’s probably neighbors with Oprah.

“Why did your Aunt and Uncle buy such a large house when there’s only the two of them?” I wondered out loud.

“They already bought the house before we moved in here. They hoped to have their own children but after a few years of trying and artificial insemination didn’t work, they gave up trying, but loved this house too much to let it go. They were happy to raise Lindsey and me after our parents died. I guess in the end, they somehow got what they wanted.”

That’s a little twisted to even consider. Gary seemed like a well-rounded guy and I didn’t even doubt for a second that he didn’t mourn the loss of his departed brother.

“That’s a little weird to say, Carter. You make it sound like they’re happy that your parents are dead because through that, they got instant kids handed to them.”

“Whatever.”

Right whatever, Carter. You spout words that have a lot of hidden meaning and I should just shove it aside and ignore it.

“Here’s my bedroom,” Carter murmured as he opened the dark oak door.

The ‘bedroom’ was twice the size of our dorm room. It was themed in dark nautical colors against white walls. Carter’s trophies and achievements lined up on top of a mirrored panel. I walked towards it and scrutinized each trophy. I knew Carter was great, but I didn’t really know to what extent.  His trophies started during little leagues and it hasn’t stopped since. I smiled thinking about a little Carter in the field with smeared mud all over his uniform and face.

“What are you smiling about?” Carter asked against my ear as he pulled me against his chest.

“A little league Carter Mason.”

Carter sucked on my earlobe and I moaned against him. He hastily pulled my dress up and pulled my stockings down and reached inside my thong, rubbing my core. “How about you think about the big league Carter Mason, hmm?” He whispered erotically in my ear.

With my head on the right side of his chest, I reach around and pulled his lips towards me. I shivered when he kissed me like he was kissing me for the very first time while his fingers did their job, killing me softly.

Carter started pulling us towards his bed as we fervently kissed and at the same time, hastily taking our clothes off. He broke our kiss and pushed me down the bed, naked. My hair was all over the place but I didn’t care because Carter was eyeing me with such a terrifying hunger in from their dark depths. He stood tall and naked before me and I indulged my over eager eyes.

“I just want to picture you like this forever in my mind…on my bed…looking more beautiful since the first time I saw you,” Carter moved silently towards me, eyes full of admiration and determination.

“Stop,” I commanded and pushed him down on the bed, “now, it’s my turn to have a good memory of you on your bed.” I gently stroked his pecs, my hands sliding down south. He gasped when my hand reached the base of his penis.

My mouth hovered around the tip of his shaft while I gazed at him through my lashes. “Do you want a hard suctioned vacuum with a side of teabag action?
Or
a wet, sloppy, nasty deep throat with a side of tongue action?” I blinked back a few times. My baby blues stared at him innocently.

Carter gave me a wicked smile, “Thank you God for answering my prayers and granting me a perfect woman!” He reached down and stroked his hard cock a few times before speaking, “Give me the nasty works, Emma.”

The nasty, you say? “Sure but with one condition, do not ever,
ever
touch my head and push it down,
comprende?
” I raised my brow at the beaming man.

“See this?” Carter held out his palms and placed them underneath his head and smiled, “I will never dare touch a strand of your beautiful blonde hair, my Emma.”

“Good, then we have a deal.” I wetted my lips before lowering my mouth slowly on the head of his shaft. I stuck my tongue out around in slow rhythmic circles to prepare it before I go down any further.

“Fuck, baby!” Carter hissed with obvious ecstasy.

If there was one thing Carter loved more than sex, it was getting a blowjob, soccer following as a close third. Soccer, it was getting a blowjob.

Once I finally managed to fill my mouth with his length, I still had more to cover. Closing my eyes, I evened my breathing and relaxed my throat muscles before I pushed down further until the throbbing head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Hollowing my cheeks, I suctioned his hard length until the pressure made him delirious. Carter bucked his hips when I shook my head and stuck my tongue out, swirling it around as I moved upwards until my tongue hit the slit on the head of his shaft., drooling. I did this a six more times in quick succession. Grabbing his cock with my right hand to stroke him, I lowered my mouth to lick his balls. The soft wrinkles felt smooth against my tongue. Using only my lips, I tugged it before I took his balls inside my wet mouth. Sucking his balls together, I used my tongue to flip the two hard balls inside, exchanging their positions, then back again while my cock strokes got fevered.

“Emma!” Carter hissed, his neck veins popping, his body tensed and knotted. His release was drawing close when he gasped and his mouth hung ajar.

I released his well-exercised balls with a popping sound, “Not yet, Carter.”

Swiftly, Carter had me on my back and jammed his cock inside me without warning. My insides clenched at his sudden invasion, “Give me the squirts, Em. I want to see your cunt flow like a damn fountain,” Carter demanded as he pressed his heavy hand on my abdomen, grinding his cock down, hitting my upper vaginal walls while his thumb rubbed and teased the essence of my core.

I tried to bite back my screams but it was pointless. His strong determined thrust became manically fast making me tense and clench harder.

“Squeeze around my cock tighter, baby. Fuck! You’re incredible!” Carter barked out as our bodies prepared for our release. “Let go, Emma!”

I screamed when my orgasm rocked me. Carter muffled my cries, covered my lips with his as he too found his release. “Emmma!” He shouted as I felt his semen spurt and pulsate fluidly inside me. He pushed his hips against me, a few more times, milking his cock to the very last drop.

We passionately kissed. Carter broke it off and panted. Shifting his face away from me, he spoke.

“I love you, Emma, with everything that I am.” Carter moved to my side and gathered me close.

Kissing his chest, I murmured, exhausted, “I love you too, Carter.”

We held on to each other until we fell asleep.

I remembered thinking how lucky I was to have the man I loved to finally love me back.

 

Three weeks later…

 

“What’s wrong? Why do you look all sad and depressed?” Carter nudged me and pinched my cheeks.

Should I or should I not? Oh well! Best get a move on.

“I’m a few days late, Carter.” He immediately tensed. His playful manner vanished in an instant.

“You’re pregnant?” He said it in such a frightening whispered tone. As if I had planned it or something. Uh, hell to the mother fucking no!

I shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I was hoping if you could come with me to get a pregnancy kit at CVS or somewhere then we can head back here and do the test together.”

“I’m not ready to be a father, Em. Hell I’m not ready for any of that shit. What the fuck! I didn’t ask for this!”

I never failed to take my birth control. If there was something I was meticulous of, it was taking my pills religiously. I suppose it happened when I got sick and had to take antibiotics. I guess that was the culprit that messed up my cycle.

His stupid answer made me fume. “You think I want this? I have a future I was looking forward to and now that could be taken away from me.”

Carter held my face and sincerely spoke, “We could have it aborted. We can get rid of it.”

Okay, I’m not going to deny that thought hadn’t crossed my mind, but I didn’t consider ever going through with it. But now that Carter was all for it, I started to see him in a different light. And boy, it didn’t look good on him.

“We’re not even there yet. We have to see if I am before you start plotting the demise of your child.” I got up and strolled towards where my purse was located and grabbed it. “Are you coming to go get the test or what?”

Carter even looked more stressed out more than I did. He simply nodded and followed me outside.

After twenty minutes, we were back at the dorms and in the bedroom. Carter pulled the kit out of the plastic bag and stared at it. “Do you just pee on it? Just like that?”

“Yes, that’s what the instructions say right?” I asked him annoyed. He was getting on my nerves. I walked towards him and grabbed the damn kit away from him and went to my bathroom.

Next time, Emma, when you get sick, steer away from having sex. PERIOD. Abstinence is the key.

After following the instructions from the printed paper, I carefully placed the test on the sink and stared at it until the three minutes were up. If I was pregnant, did I want Carter to be the father of my child?

After the three minutes were up, words surfaced on the tiny oval screen.

Not Pregnant
, it said. The relief I felt was astounding. Definitely no sexy time for me for a very,
very l
ong while!

When I pulled the door open, Carter was standing against the wall with his eyes closed.

“I’m not pregnant.”

His eyes finally snapped open. “Fuck!
Thank you, God
!” He thundered, a tiny smile formed on his face. Then he became somber again. “Listen, Em, I have to go. I need to clear my head. I need to just drink a beer or two. I’ll call you.”

Before I could even manage to respond, he left my room.

Agog, I stared after him.
Okay
, I expected him to be freaking out and stuff…but not leave me here all alone after all that upheaval!

Boyfriends are pointless!

Since it was around four in the afternoon, Trista and Lindsey was still in school. Bored, I channel surfed. I stopped when I found Bass Cole’s picture on the E! News channel.


Bass Cole getting his dirty business done on a hotel balcony with Lydia Cornwell?
Look at the images and see for yourself!” The male host went on while the images flashed on the screen.

The pictures though were another thing entirely. It showed him sitting on a hotel balcony, his head thrown back while a head bobbed in between is legs. It didn’t take a genius to figure this shit out. Bass was clearly in seventh heaven while the woman was sucking him dry. I grabbed the remote and pressed paused when Bass’s picture, where his
head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, came up again. I stared at it for a long time, ingraining this very image of him in my mind. I hadn’t heard from him, but I’m not going to lie and say that I wasn’t tempted a few times to just pick up my phone and call him or just simply send a text saying hello.

Bass planted himself so quickly in my life and he left in the same style. The tabloids were clearly going to devour these pictures of him and whoever the woman was that was pleasuring the Hollywood heartthrob. My eyes darted on his throat and I suddenly felt sick.

Bass Cole, I have missed you. I wish you were here to soothe and calm me like you use to do.

It didn’t take him long to find a girl after what happened with us that last night together. Does he even remember me?

I’m sure after the endless list of women, things could get muddy. I mean, how many Brooke’s, Shannon’s and Emma’s in the world he hooked up with can he still remember? I was just one of many. The thought made me even more depressed.

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