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“Oh, Mr.
Weaver
, fuck me with that big cock of yours! Pump my little pussy with that thick dick!”

Anna and Tyler
both
groaned at my little innocent voice, and I started to bounce up and down on him faster and faster as I squealed and moaned.

“
God
you feel so good stretching me like that, mister. Your big fat cock feels
so
good inside of me like that!”

Anna moaned, seeing this side of me for the first time as her fingers blurred over her wet, glistening slit. I could hear Tyler groan behind me as I bounced on him, milking every inch of his shaft.

He sat up then, rocking deep inside of me as one hand went to my nipples and the other down to my clit, which he began to rub in circles as he ground up deep inside of me. Anna moaned loudly, her fingers blurring across her slit as she locked her eyes on us moving as one, and Tyler’s fingers began to match hers evenly on my own clit.

He began to hungrily suck and kiss at my neck, sending shivers right down my spine. And as my eyes suddenly drew up to lock with Anna’s, and I knew I was about to come
right
in front of her.

Tyler’s fingers strummed my aching clit once more, just as his other hand rolled one of my nipples and his mouth sucked hard at my collarbone.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” he growled into my ear, making both me
and
Anna moan out loud.

“And I’m gonna pump you full of my thick, hot cum.” I teetered on the edge, feeling myself start to fall.

“Come for me, honey. Come for my big dick.”

Yeah, that did it, for
all
of us.

With a loud cry, I shuddered as I came, clenching tight around his big cock and moaning as my orgasm tore through me. There was a small cry across from us, and I looked up in time to see Anna gasping and crying out as her own climax pushed her over the edge. And right then, Tyler’s cock swelled up even bigger inside my pussy. With a roar, I felt him throb and twitch deep inside of me as the first thick squirt of his cum splashed up into me. Anna’s eyes went wide as she realized what was happening - that Mr. Weaver was shooting his cum
deep
inside of me.

Squirt after squirt of hit hot, thick cum erupted into my fertile young body, filling me to the absolute brim as he gasped and slowly kept pumping me. Slowly, gasping then, we all slowed to a stop until we were still in the semi-dark of the room, breathing heavily and trying to catch our breaths.

Okay, wow. Holy fucking SHIT wow.
 

Anna giggled softly as she curled her legs up under her in the bed. “Okay, you guys are fuckin’
hot
.”

I grinned at my friend, feeling bashful again, but also still incredibly turned on by the fact that she’d just watched us make love and come like that.

She stood, grinning at us and shaking her head as she reached for the bathrobe hanging off the end of her bed. “Chris, I love you, and you better not get all weird on me just cause of this.” She winked at me; “And Mr. W- uh, sorry, Tyler?” She bit her lip and grinned shyly at him. Only this time, there wasn’t a single bit of jealousy in me at the look. “You are-
wow
; just, wow.” She bit her lip and shook her head again, grinning impishly at us as Tyler chuckled and wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me into his chest.

“So- I’m gonna go, and give you two some
space
.” Anna paused as she walked to the door and turned back. “Thank you,” she whispered at me, her cheeks glowing. “Really, thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Yep, that was the Anna I knew and loved.

Chapter 16

Christina

Later on, I did end up going back to the hotel room with Tyler that he’d booked for the night. I mean hey, it certainly beat cramming into a single-sized dorm room bed. We collapsed into the bed together - both of us clearly still glowing about the night as I snuggled back into his arms. I
forced
myself to just enjoy the moment, and not think that tomorrow morning he’d be leaving again and this whole fantasy would end.

“It’s not for forever, you know,” he murmured into my neck, as if reading my thoughts. His arms held me tighter, and we fell asleep as I pushed tomorrow from my mind.

*****

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

We were standing on the platform at South Station again, with arms around each other and looking to all the world like a couple saying a sad goodbye. I looked up at him, still doing me best not to cry like a dope in our last moments together. I mean I knew it wasn’t like this was the last time we’d ever see each other, but I also knew he wouldn’t be here the next day, or later that night when I knew I’d want him in my bed again. And besides that, when we
did
see each other again, it might be at home, with family and people who knew us around.

“So, uh, I’ve got some more business in a few weeks back up here in Boston.”

My mouth split into a huge grin as I looked up at him. Tyler definitely didn’t have any business here, it’d just been his pretense to come see me.

“Oh, business, hmm?” I grinned at him.

He winked. “I’ll figure something out.”

I melted into his arms just the same as he kissed me, never wanting to let him go.

*****

A few days after Tyler left to go back home, I got my first hint of something being different, but I told myself it was nothing; these things happened all the time, right? And even a few days after
that
, I
still
told myself it was nothing to dwell on and nothing to worry about; it would come soon, definitely.

But a week after I was due for my period without one, I knew something was up.

The test was easy enough, once I’d cabbed to the other side of the city to buy one and then secreted it back to my dorm room. The hard part though, was going to be opening my eyes and looking at it now, and seeing what was going to come next.

Slowly, I cracked my eyes open and stared at the little stick in my hand. I could feel my heart start to beat faster, and a flush come into my cheeks as I gasped.

Ok, now things where going to get
really
interesting.

Chapter 17

Christina

Just like that, with one little stick with a pink dot on it in my hand, my life suddenly got very,
very
complicated.
 

I remember spending the rest of that first day of knowing just in shock. I skipped classes, which was unheard of for me, and spent most of the day huddled in bed trying to lose myself in mindless
Friends
reruns.

The real scary thing was how
alone
I felt. I knew Tyler cared about me, but I wasn’t sure how he’d react if I just called him up with “surprise, I think I’m pregnant.” Besides, it wasn’t that long ago that he’d gotten
out
of a big commitment - namely marriage. Did Tyler Weaver even
want
kids?

Jesus Christ, what was I saying? Did
I?

Te only other person who knew about us was Anna, which was,
well
, complicated. It wasn't like I'd been ignoring her since Tyler’s visit, when she'd openly watched us make love, it was really more that I was worried that things had gotten a little out of control that night. I'd been so caught up in the eroticism of realizing we were being watched, and I guess part of me was more of an exhibitionist than I'd ever really thought about.
 

Fucking Tyler and riding his cock while my roommate and best friend played with herself as she watched us had been
insanely
hot, but I was worried that we'd crossed a line. Anna was my best friend after all, and while it wasn't like we'd had some kind of a threesome or anything, it'd been a really intimate thing that I'd shared with her. She was a total free spirit, I got that, but I was still worried that what had happened was going to change us somehow.

Ok, so, maybe I
had
been avoiding her; just a little bit I guess.

She cornered me a few days later coming out the side entrance of the library, with frozen coffee concoctions in her hands.

“Christina”

I whirled towards my friend, faltering awkwardly for words; "Oh, uh, hey, I was just about to call y-“

"Okay, stop." She arched her brow at me and gave me one of her looks. ”Look, I know you've been weird since Tyler left, and I have a gut feeling it's more than just that."

I shuffled my boots, kicking at the fall leaves around our feet. “No, it’s-”

It's that I'm in love with a man I can't have, and I'm embarrassed that I made a fool out of myself with my best friend and now everything will change. Oh, and I'm fucking eighteen years old and pregnant.

I wanted to say all those things to her, but somehow, I couldn't. Well, not
all
of them; not yet.

"I don't know, I just-” I sighed and finally caved, “Okay, I feel kinda embarrassed and like maybe I crossed a line with, you know -
that
night.”

Anna gave me her most serious look. "Oh you mean when you let me watch you fuck your hunky older boyfriend with the big dick?"

I blushed scarlet and she giggled. "Ahah! Well, I'm glad to see the slightly prudish, blushing little Christina I love isn't
totally
gone now that she's got a boyfriend and having sex and all.”

I reddened deeper, still shuffling the toes of my shoes in the leaves. ”Nope, she's still here." I finally dragged my eyes up to my friend, seeing her grinning at me with a smirk on her face.

"So, listen, I'm sorr-"

"Damnit, Chris!” She burst out, rolling her eyes at me and huffing. “
I’m
the one that got all creeper on you and started spying on you guys.
I'm
the one that needs to apologize here. Why do you think I finally just cornered you like a stalker?”

“Anna, you don-"

"Will you shut up and let me buy your love back with frozen treats?" She held up the two plastic cups full of icy mocha-colored slush. She was doing her very best to force a fake frown through her grin, and I started to giggle.

"So, we're good? You aren't weirded out that I wanted you to- to-"

Anna sighed, interrupting me. “Yes, dummy; we're always good. Even if you are this new exhibitionist deviant.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks burn again.

"
Which
, I love, by the way," she added quickly with a dramatic sweep of her arms. “Christina Ames, you're my best friend and I love you, and ohmygod, look I even had them put whipped cream on these fucking things, so just forgive me, okay?”

I loved this girl.

*****

Later, back in the dorm room after we'd binged through at least two thirds of a season of old
Sex In The City
episodes sitting on her bed, she finally shut her laptop and turned to me.

“So, you really like this guy, don't you.”

I chewed my lip and looked at her quietly, before I slowly nodded.

“No, I mean, you
really
like him.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I
really
do. Actually I'm totally in-”

I stopped myself as I faltered for the word before dropping it and looking down at my wringing hands. "I don't know, Anna, it's- it's complicated.”

She nodded, rubbing my back with her hand. “So, do you want the sappy 'go get him girl' pep talk or the tough love dose of reality."

I chuckled. “Straight talk; give me the tough love.”

She smiled wryly at me. "Chrissy, he's twice your age, and he’s just went through a divorce like five months ago. I mean, he obviously cares about you, and I could clearly see it was a lot more for him than just the ego boost of fucking a young college girl,” she winked at me. “Believe me, I was looking for it.”

This was a sore subject for Anna, who's parent’s had gone through a pretty messy divorce right at the start of senior year back home.

“Look, I’m just saying...” She took a breath and looked at me, biting her lip. “You wanted the tough love?”

I nodded.

“Where does this
go
, Chris? Are you going to ‘bring him home to meet the folks’ at Christmas? Dude, he’s
friends
with your parents.” She chewed her lip as she put an arm over my shoulders. “Look, I’m not trying to be a bitch here, but I’m just worried about what happens to you if this all goes nowhere.”

The tears came then, quietly, and she pulled me into a hug as they started to flow. It really was hopeless. What future did we have? I mean even if he and I were to have a-

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
 

“I need to tell you something."

Chapter 18

Tyler

I was pacing the kitchen late at night, letting the sounds of the empty house breathe around me as I ran a hand through my dark hair and let the air out slowly. Jesus Christ, I’d been back home a day since the wild weekend with Christina and I was going out of my Goddamn
mind
about her. Yeah, it was a lot to take in, even if I
wanted
to take it in.

Part of me just wanted to say “fuck it” to all the shit I knew that would hit the fan should what was going on between us become public knowledge. Fuck all the assholes who’d snub their noses or raise their brow at the age difference between us. I got what it looked like, but I didn’t care, because that wasn’t it. This wasn’t me “searching for my lost youth” or “trying to feel like a man.” Fuck that. I’d had a great youth, and I’d never
not
felt like a man, that’s for sure.