Admittedly I was feeling pretty shitty when I walked in and dumped most of my worldly possessions back in my old bedroom. I was just twenty-five, married a little over a year, and already my marriage was over with. My wife, soon to be ex-wife as soon as I could contact a lawyer and start divorce proceedings, was pregnant. Problem was, it wasn't mine. I was nearly one hundred percent sure it wasn't to begin with, though that wouldn't be fully determined until we'd gotten the blood tests back after the baby was born. And why did I think that? Mainly, because I had stumbled onto Christy's diary for one, which had started all this. Even after we started dating, as attractive as she was, high school sweetheart, cheerleader, and the whole nine yards. Even back then ... she was the epitome of the running joke regarding dumb blondes. She had stupidly recorded each and every assignation with the equally dumb-assed ex-star quarterback. A guy she'd been seeing, and sleeping with behind my back almost from the very beginning.
Bad enough that, but then I'd faked going to work, parked around the corner from our apartment, and sure enough ... not fifteen minutes later asshole showed up. I waited fifteen minutes, plenty of time to let the two of them fuck themselves ... literally. And then quietly opened the door, entering our apartment. Seconds after I had, I could hear the two of them going at it like two cats in a burlap bag. I stopped briefly in the kitchen, grabbing a towel, and then walked down the hallway, just short of the bedroom door. They hadn't even bothered to close it, so sure of themselves. Steeling myself, I walked the last few final feet, Christy was sitting on top of him, her back turned towards me, blocking assholes view of the door as I quietly crept closer and closer towards them.
I'd already twisted up the wet towel ... waited, timing the thrust, and then "thwap". I let go with all my might, perfectly timed, perfectly aimed. Christy was so dumb, she actually thought Berferd balls, as I now thought of him, though his name was Bert as I recall, was climaxing. I couldn't even begin to imagine how that must of felt, but I was grinning inwardly as he suddenly bucked up, screaming out for all he was worth, Christy trying to hold on like she was riding a bucking bronco, likewise crying out, only she was yelling, "Yes baby! Yes! Come for me! Come for me! Fill my pussy with your hot creamy juice!"
She didn't know Berferd was shitting himself, the bed and everywhere else. Only then did I make my presence known to her.
"I hope he was worth it," I said. "See you in court."
While numb-nuts, and they sure as hell must have been, reached down trying to find out if he still even had a cock and balls. All the while still struggling to force air back into his lungs, and Christy now, wide-eyed, freaked (especially on discovering what she was now sitting in) jumped up off the bed, running around like a chicken with her head cut-off (and no shit ... pun intended here) actually trying to cover herself with her hands. Like that made any fucking difference at this point. Screaming out "EEEEEEEUWWWWWWW, YUCK! EEEEEEEEUWWWW!" Looking at the bed, me ... herself, the bed again, as I stuffed a few of my more important things into an old duffle bag.
"I'll be back tomorrow for the rest of my things. Just make sure you and numb-nuts, or no-nuts rather, aren't here when I do!" And with that, I left ... heading home, though I wasn't too happy about it, but having no place else to go at the moment, giving me no other choice.
Although I had my suspicions, and was relatively sure the baby wasn't mine now, I couldn't very well dump her out on the street until I knew for sure. How she managed, if she could manage to maintain the apartment on her pitiful income was no longer my concern. She could stay there until the next month's rent was due, and then worry about wherever the hell it was she was going to live. At the moment ... I could have cared less.
You see ... I was still going to school, and working a part-time job, so having kids was completely out of the question. Even with Christy using birth control, I hadn't wanted to take any chances of her getting pregnant, so we had always used ... always, always used ... a condom in addition to that. Talk about fate playing a cruel joke here ... she had indeed gotten pregnant anyway. I had even read the stupid fucking entry in her diary when she wrote about it, wondering even as she put it down, if it was Bert's baby, and not mine. Especially as she also noted, "I'm not sure if Danny and I ever did it without one?" She put a whole row of question marks behind her comment. That's how dumb she truly was. As for the idiot, I noticed in that small split-second of perfect timing, poor old black and blue balls ... hadn't been wearing one.
Thirty minutes later I was standing in my old bedroom, having dumped out what little I'd brought with me onto my old bed. Not too surprisingly, no one was home. Mom would of course be at work ... and my younger sister Kathy would be attending school at a local university, as I knew she was carrying a pretty full course load. She worked part-time as well, so it was rare than she was ever home herself anymore, let alone ... having any kind of a social life. I'd always felt my kid sister of two years was cute, certainly not drop-dead gorgeous, but reasonably attractive. What she lacked in looks if anything, she more than made up in brains, having managed to get an almost full scholarship at the local university, which was helping her pay the way through the courses she was taking. Ironically enough, we could end up graduating at almost the same time together the way things were going. I then walked into the kitchen, pulled a beer out of the refrigerator, and had breakfast. After I'd done that, I figured I owed mom a phone-call, I could almost ... but not quite hear her say, "I told you so."
I knew she wouldn't. She wouldn't actually do that, say that ... but she along with my sister had both tried very hard to get me to rethink my marrying Christy in the first place. I wish to hell I had listened to them.
And I hated dumping all this on mom anyway. She'd more or less been through it herself, the day my old man had walked out on her years ago, dumping mom for a woman half my dad's age. Mom had gotten her "Told you so," on him a year later when she ran off with yet another guy, and basically drained all of dad's accounts. He had tried to weasel his way back in to moms affections, to no avail. She was the one who had given me the idea of the twisted up towel trick. Dad had intended to surprise her, seduce her in a sick twisted way, walking in on her while she'd been in the bathroom taking a shower. He'd stripped off his clothes, stood out in the hallway, jerking himself until he was nice and hard, and then intended to come in and hopefully ... entice her. Mom luckily enough, had caught movement out of the corner of her eye, caught dad in the mirror preparing to sneak into the bathroom, and had just managed to twist up the towel off the rack, wetting it just before hand. He came in, she opened the sliding glass door ... and "Thwap".
He was still laying on the floor when the police came and arrested him for breaking and entering, along with attempted rape, which was clearly quite obvious. But the real surprise came during the trial when his equally idiotic attorney had brought dad's girlfriend in as a character witness. He actually tried using her to show that dad had been distraught, sorry for what he'd done, beside himself with grief. Only that turned into something else as it was revealed that "what's her name," wasn't twenty-one as she had claimed, hadn't even turned eighteen until just a short time ago, which meant ... dad had been having sex and sleeping with an under-aged minor for the better part of a year by this time. It was comical seeing his face as he sat there looking dumbfounded at the Judge, who sat looking back at him, scowling.
He ended up taking a plea deal and got fifteen years, he'd be out in five with good behavior.
He was still serving time. And I could have cared less.
After I finished my beer, I called mom at work. She was doing pretty well for herself by now, working as a claims adjuster for a fairly large Insurance company. As such, her hours were flexible, though she stayed fairly busy, once in a while traveling out of state even. But, she did love her job, felt self sufficient, enough so ... she hadn't gone looking for another man to fill the void. Sure ... she dated on occasion, and no doubt fucked some of the men she did date. On the nights she didn't come home, that was pretty clear what she was doing. But she never once brought anyone home, not while Kathy and I were still living there at least. And so far as I knew, even after I'd married and moved out, she hadn't then either.
"Hi sweetie! What's up?" Mom asked curiously. I very often did call her, just not usually first thing in the morning on a workday. I'd already called in, taken the day off ... figuring I'd need to.
"Just wanted to thank you."
"For the towel trick you pulled on Jack," I told her. She got my meaning, ever since he'd left, I had refused to call him dad. And then I told her ... the rest of the story.
I had tried very hard to dissuade her from coming home, but she wouldn't have it. She was already on her way. Now worried and concerned for her "baby" as she'd called me, which I think to her, I always would be ... no matter how old I got. In a way ... it was comforting. I might very well be my own man at this point, but the truth of the matter was, I was in need of a little TLC myself at the moment. And mom was just what the Dr. ordered.
.... There is more of this story ...