Chapter 10

“Hey!” Adam caught Emmy at her locker on the east second floor.

“What? Hi Adam. Samira and Krysten had a date night last night. You need to be in the music room before Mr Kilkenny gets here.” Emmy frowned. He grabbed her elbow. Her cheeks flushed and he kissed her.

“Adam?” She stepped back and ran her brown hair behind her ears. There were a few people in the hallway. Freshmen mostly. Maybe they wouldn’t know what was going on? Who she was? Still, Emmy blanched. “Go find Samira and Krysten.”

“No.” He shook his head.

She fought the smile and never showed it. Emmy looked up and down the hallway. She grabbed Adam’s wrist, changed her grip to his hand and ran him two doors down to Mrs Chau’s English class. Emmy slammed the door behind them. The elderly woman looked up from her desk with shock.

“Good morning.” The teacher worried.

“Miss, um,” Emmy ran her hand over her raised belly. “I need to speak with Adam and, well, you don’t have a class this first period.”

“Mr Towers?” The woman looked at Emmy. “Yes, I’ll be in the teacher’s lounge. Do you want me to lock the door behind me?”

“You’d do that?” Adam smiled.

“I would.” She walked by in the slow way only older people can. Adam and Emmy vapidly smiled until she was out of sight of the small window in the door.

“Look!” Emmy stabbed her index finger into Adam’s pectoral muscle. “Get over here!”

She raised her hand up and grabbed Adam by his collar and dragged him out of line of sight of the window. Her other hand snagged his belt and unbuckled him.

“I didn’t come to you about--”

“Yes you did.” She huffed. “Say you did.”

“Emmy, I--”

That wasn’t the answer Emmy wanted. She tossed her spring coat on a nearby desk and pulled her shirt off. He looked down and loved her body. She unhooked her bra. She grabbed his chin and didn’t let him look up into her eyes until her bra hung off her wrist and her bare tits stopped jiggling. She tossed the bra on the shelf behind him.

“They’re bigger.” She confirmed. “Two cup sizes over October.”

“That’s amazing.” He said, “And I love your body--”

She kissed him and shot her hands to his fly. She tugged down his jeans. She squatted, some, and thought better of it. He stepped on the heels of his shoes to get his pants off. She let her sneakers catch her pants. She waddled to his side swept a small display of novels off of the back counter. She would’ve jumped right up.

“Um, a little help please?” She twisted her lips when she asked.

“Always,” He promised. “That’s what I’m trying to say.”

The first bell, first period started in 10 minutes, rang. Adam lifted Emmy and set her butt on the counter. It was a little high. Adam put his bookbag with his science books on the floor for a stepstool. She spread her thighs, blushing for the bright classroom lights and hating how big her legs were getting. He ran his hands over her flesh and adored it.

“Just fuck me.” She pleaded. It was more than a now command. Adam was too much of a teenager to hear the words beyond the now. She was wet for him. She wasn’t itchy but she was tingling with excitement. Kissing him was easy. It was part of everything. It wouldn’t be sex if she wasn’t grabbing his face and tasting his tongue. She bit her lower lip to quiet.

He was inside her. He looked down. “I’m going to fall and break my dick.” He said.

“Don’t!” She said, again the immediate was ‘Stay inside!’ The long term was ‘Save the dick!’ He grabbed a few big hard backed novels and kicked aside his book bag and stood on those. He grabbed her thighs and looked her in the eyes.

“Oh my God!” She moaned. Her fingers snatched the hair at the back of his skull. She pulled him to her hard and kissed him harder. He took hold of her thighs.

He fucked with a lot more focus now. When this began, he had fumbled Maura off of desks, counters, kitchen tables, shelves, and the hood of Emmy’s BMW. He wouldn’t let them fall now. He had Emmy. She knew in his hands she was as safe as she was desired.

She bit into his lip. The second bell, first period had started. They ignored it, as they were lost together. She broke their kiss, panting his name and dragging him down to her swollen breasts. She almost screamed, but she was leaning back against the wall. If her ear was right on it, maybe she could hear the next classroom. Holding her vocals in just turned her body red.

Her pants were stretched across his knees. Her thighs were pushed apart like a butterfly wings on a glass slide. She shook, the first of her orgasms broke her grip on his hair. She reached down, white knuckling the edge of the counter. She dug her nails into his shoulder, only his flimsy t-shirt kept her from breaking his skin.

“Emmy! Emmy!” He took one hand off of her thigh. He grabbed the side of her neck and lifted his face from her spit slicked breasts. She was shocked when she met his eyes. “Be my girl. Be my family.”

She couldn’t stop her second orgasm. They may have heard her in the next classroom but she kept the scream from going on long. She drank his cock as his cum slathered up inside of her. He breathed and panted. They kissed, slowly, slowly, her ass sliding back to sit solid on the counter. She was up, her hands on her knees. He had kicked aside the books he had stood on and looked up into her eyes.

“That was as good as I could take.” She brushed Adam’s hair.

“There’s more where that came from.” He promised.

“I know.” She kissed him. “Maybe we can hold off until I take Nut from Maura after lunch? I’ll need you right after she needs you, I’ll bet.”

“What?” Adam seemed shocked. He whispered in surprise: “Why isn’t Nut with Jen?”

“Because we can’t have her kicking down the door of your third period class and mounting you while Mrs Chau goes into cardiac arrest.” She smacked his shoulder. “We’ve been doing this since we shut down the camp.”

“I know, but with the old building so off limits now...” He frowned. “How doesn’t he get seen?”

“We have the whole school mapped for privacy.” She tilted her head.

“Good,” He smiled. “Because that means you and me can really talk about how we’re going to make this work.”

“We can’t Adam.” She frowned. Her hands slid down his jaw. “Maura loves you. You’re meant to be together.”

“Together with you. The three of us” He promised and ran his hand over her belly. “The six of us. Unless you’re having twins too.”

She shook her head no. Her eyes turned away. The door handle jiggled and they turned. They flashed their wide eyes to the door. Their phones buzzed.

Emmy and Adam were laughing when they showed each other the texts they had got. Krysten had sent to Emmy:

“Open up before they see us hanging around and get suspicious!!!” with perhaps a few misspelled words.

Samira had sent to Adam:

“Tag! Time to switch partners!” with a large supply of food based emojis. Girl loved her some eggplant.

“I guess we better open the door and trade you for Samira.” Emmy kissed Adam. “Thank you. Really.”

Adam helped her down as Samira and Emmy furiously texted more demands.

“Your father will be back when he’s back!” Jen frustrated her mother as they baked pies in the kitchen. Most would go to the church, others to the homeless shelter. It was a Goldsworth tradition for Thanksgiving for as long as Jen could form lasting memories. Jen was setting aside one of each for Adam and maybe the girls. Apple, blueberry, rhubarb, coconut cream, and pumpkin. For the first time in her life, she didn’t hate working in the kitchen. Her mother’s nonanswers were ruining that though.

“But he’s not here and special agents super slut and jarhead jock still are! What about Nut? What about--”

“Adam will be fine.” The mother hissed. She forced herself to take a long deep breath. “Obviously, he wanted to talk to leadership or there was a bigger Blackbag agent in town above the eggs and bacon.”

“I don’t--”

“Enough!” The mother snapped. “Roll the dough out Jennifer! You’re not too old that I can’t bend you over my knee and spank you.”

“I’ve never been too young for that threat,” Jen muttered. “I’m saying--”

The girls screamed as the Goldsworth family front door busted by a handheld battering ram. Two deputies, in tactical gear the department had never needed but had been gifted by the federal government, rushed through the bottom floor. Jen’s apron strap was grabbed by her mother.

“The alien!” She hissed.

“Should be with Maura right now.” Jen whispered. They gave legitimate screams as the deputies rushed through the living room and dining room with their rifle muzzles down.

“Two females. I got them.” Said one deputy.

“That smells really good, Mrs Goldsworth.” The other smiled behind his facemask. “Pumpkin? Mm mm. Anyway, Joel, keep an eye on ‘em. I’ll clear the basement.”

The first deputy waited. He awkwardly shifted from foot to foot. He surveyed the kitchen. There were already five pies lined up for the oven that was baking the first two. “That’s a lot of pies.”

“Yes, down at Our Lady of the Stars. We do it every year.” Mrs Goldsworth wiped her shaking hands on her apron. Jen stayed behind her mother’s shoulders.

“Good work, Deputy.” The sheriff walked with Agent Barrow. He tipped his hat to the mother and daughter. “Ma’am. Miss.”

“What’s going on?” Jen asked. Barrow shook his head at the sheriff. The sheriff frowned. He walked over and placed the warrant in the mother’s hands.

She read it over with a lawyerly eye. “You could’ve knocked.”

“The noise was a bit much, I understand. We’ll discuss things down at the station.” He said. Barrow shook his head again. “I don’t understand.”

“Agent Parker will make the call.” Agent Barrow explained.

“All clear, sir.” The other armored deputy came in through the living room. “Nessie’s photographing while Agent Parker’s bagging the girls’ computers.”

“My computer!” Jen sneered, “Why?”

“Procedure.” Sheriff said feeling complicit in a dirty way. What about Mr Goldsworth?

“OK,” A woman pushing retirement age can in wearing a smock, latex gloves and a hairnet. A large camera with a big flashbullb on top hung from her neck. “Hey Annie. These the only cellphones in the house?”

She raised a pair of sealed evidence bags holding her own and her daughter’s phone. Krysten had hers at least.

“No, there should be another down in the basement with Larry’s fishing gear.” The mother said.

“OK, we’ll be out of your hair in another few minutes but it smells like someone needs to get those pies out of the oven.” She waved and walked by Agent Parker as she turned the corner to the basement stairs.

“No.” Agent Barrow shook his head when the mother reached for the oven mitts.

“You better do it, Sheriff,” Agent Parker smiled.

“I don’t think we found what you were looking for.” The Sheriff shook his head.

“We’ll see.” Agent Barrow smiled. Jen didn’t like the look on his face at all.

“Shut up!” Krysten elbowed her backpack. She hopped from foot to foot. Her pussy burned for Adam. Her tongue could’t lick the itch off of her lips. She had even taken the initiative to lube up her asshole before taking Nut from Maura and he wasn’t even interested. Seriously, if she didn’t have Adam to run to, she wouldn’t even like Nut at all.

“Oh hey Krysten.” A guy from her economics class waved. “Are you waiting for me?”

“No, um, Emmy actually.” She looked at him. She frowned as he raised his keys and unlocked the BMW.

“Yeah, story of my life. I don’t think she drove today.” He looked at her belly, her face, and shook his head.

“Fuck! Thanks.” She waved and stomped out of the parking lot to cross the football field. Fuck! Samira’s mom had taken her daughter straight to the doctor. Where was Jen? How was she going to get home? Her phone dinged.