Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 45

How Part 44 ended…

…Feeling me finished, Jayne slowed and halted her motion and, with me still firmly planted inside her, collapsed forward onto my chest, kissed me like her life depended on it, then broke off and said “Yep, I definitely love you!” I did not reciprocate until much later, but I did not need to, it was correctly taken as read.

Slowly, nature did its thing, and my body diverted my blood supply back to more important organs, and my cock softened and fell out of Jayne. A few seconds later, with a panicked “Uh oh!” she got up and dashed for the bathroom, cupping her hand over herself, to prevent spillage. She returned several minutes later, looking a bit sheepish, I assumed because of her hasty, naked bathroom dash, where she could have run into Ken, as she held back my discharge. She found and put back on her knickers, but stayed bare chested, as she nestled into me. It was in that position, in silence, we drifted off to sleep.

…everything that night was peachy perfect…

Or was it? But that is another story!

Part 45 – TFMD, Vampirina.

I had never heard Barbie so voluble or foul mouthed.

“I fucking despair of you Titus,” she yelled at the top, of her voice. “I thought you had learned your lesson, but obviously fucking not. I do not think I have ever come across anyone so thoughtless and immature before. Just what the fuck do you think you were doing.”

It was the Monday after Jayne and I had first fucked, while TFMD was staying with our married friends, Barbie and Ken. It had been several months in the making. I’d met Jayne when she was on the rebound from an abusive husband, who she was in the process of divorcing, and it had taken some time before she felt comfortable with having full on, penetrative sex with me; not helped by the fact that I’d come on far too strong on our first ‘date’, nearly losing her at the outset. But we had finally got there, and she had given herself fully to me, making me cum deep within her as she rode me mercilessly, without thought for her own satisfaction, that first time I had entered her.

Barbie had gone out of her way to ambush me as I headed for my bus stop home that evening. As she laid into me, I was speechless. “Have you nothing to say for yourself?” Barbie continued, “What the fuck happens if she is pregnant? That girl has got more than enough on her plate at the moment, without that too. And you are obviously too fucking juvenile and stupid to be a father…”

Barbie continued to berate me, but by then I had zoned out and was oblivious to her words. My head was spinning as I tried to take in what was happening. Quickly though, the immediate shock of the situation started to turn to confusion, and a not insignificant amount of anger.

I tried to relive the events of Saturday night in my mind. True, I had ejaculated into Jayne, apparently unprotected, but; it was Jayne that had initiated intimacy that night. It was Jayne that had led me upstairs to her room and stripped me naked. It was Jayne that had straddled me and even when I had told her I was going to shoot my load, continued to fuck me hard until I did indeed cum in her. Why was I getting all the blame for this.

Now do not get me wrong. Yes, of course, I must bear my share of responsibility for whatever happened and may happen as a result. And no, I had not actually asked if there was a requirement for me to ‘rubber up.’ But looking back over the sequence of events, I did not think it was unreasonable for me to believe there was no need. Never once, before, during or after our coupling, was the fact that Jayne was not using some form of birth control mentioned. She, like me, was an adult, with free choice and responsibility. Was I really the total bad guy here.

But I knew there was no point in trying to argue my side of the story with Barbie. She had made up her mind that it was all on me. So, I just gritted my teeth, kept my rising temper in check, and took what she doled out. When she finally stopped, I simply asked her, “What should I do now then?”

Barbie responded, venomously, “Haven’t you fucking done enough already,” Then as an afterthought as she stormed away added, “pray she’s not pregnant!”

Obviously, I had to talk to Jayne, to find out exactly what had happened, but she was still ensconced at Ken and Barbie’s home. But there was no way I was going to stick my head in the lion's mouth that evening and risk getting it chewed off again by Barbie. I was a bit pissed off that Jayne had not come directly to me, rather than setting Barbie on me, and seethed over it on my, delayed, bus journey home (I had missed my normal bus and had to wait nearly an hour for the next one). I was going to give her a serious ear bending when I could get hold of her; and yes, you are right, I should just have had the stones to go straight to Jayne as soon as Barbie had confronted me. Perhaps Barbie was right. Perhaps I was selfish and immature.

When I finally reached town, I went straight to our local pub, where the first beer barely touched the sides. I nursed the next couple more slowly, as I mulled over the situation. As the booze mellowed me, I reconsidered my earlier pique. Of course Jayne would confide in her best friend, especially considering they were currently living under the same roof, albeit on a very temporary basis. Jayne must be worried sick at the moment and my flying off the handle at her for perceived disrespect would not help. I resolved that whatever the outcome, I would stand by Jayne, taking whatever role, she required of me, if indeed she still wanted anything to do with me.

I soon got my answer. Using Ken as a go between, I arranged to meet Jayne at the NAAFI café, after we both finished work on Wednesday. I got there first and grabbed the far corner table where, hopefully, we could talk in private. When Jayne arrived, she was all smiles and leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the lips, before sitting down opposite me. Now I was confused. According to Barbie, I was the devil incarnate, but here was Jayne greeting me as if I were flavour of the day.

I was not in the mood to play games. I came straight out and demanded from Jayne an explanation for why Barbie had, metaphorically, arse reamed me, apparently on her behalf. With a chuckle, Jayne explained that she had never intended for Barbie to go off on one like that, and that she had already taken her to task for interfering. Jayne had panicked a bit when she realised, we’d had unprotected sex and vented to Barbie. Jayne was not going to worry me until, or even if, there was a need, which she was now sure there was not, as she was in her ‘safe period,’ just before her next monthly. She had given Barbie a bollocking and told her to apologise to me next time she saw me, which she did.

That sorted, I of course wanted to know how the situation has arisen in the first place. Jayne explained that she had been on the pill throughout her marriage, so of course did not have to use anything else. However, after her separation from her husband led to temporary celibacy, she had gotten out of the habit of taking it, eventually stopping completely. When she fucked me, she just did so, without ‘using something’ out of habit. Entirely my fault she stated. I disagreed, saying I should not have just assumed she was ‘safe’ and checked with her.

Anyway, we agreed we were equally at fault. “As soon as we know I’m in the clear (she was more confident than I) I’ll go back on the pill,” she said, “until that takes effect again, we’ll use something else.” That last part was music to my ears. It indicated we were not only still an item, but also that sex was still on the cards.

Not to drag it out any longer than necessary, nature took its natural course the following week and we all breathed a collective sigh of relief. Though deep down, for the first time ever, I thought I would actually make quite a good dad. Was I perhaps a tiny bit disappointed?

Anyway, the morning after my heart-to-heart with Jayne, Ken collared me at work and told me, by way of apology, Barbie wanted to invite me to stay over at their place, with Jayne, that coming weekend. I, of course, readily accepted.

I pitched up at work on Friday, kitted out to stay until Monday morning, including the purchases of a supply run to the pharmacy, and went straight home with Ken at cease work. It was a beautiful summer’s day, and we found the ladies out in the back garden, catching the late afternoon sunshine (they finished work lunchtime on a Friday, so got home way before us.) Both wore small, tight cotton shorts, but whilst Barbie had on a t-shirt, Jayne sported a salmon pink bikini top. From the glow on her upper chest and belly, it looked as if she had overdone the sun a bit. I warned her she was burning. She had not noticed but fortunately took my advice, covered up and moved into shade, but she would feel that later.