Chapter 3

Everyone fell silent as Brad and Abby entered the pool area. Scott and Vicky looked at Abby, who gave them an affirmative head nod.

Abby gripped Brad’s hand tight, looking at the others. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?” All conversation stopped as they looked at her. “I want to tell you something that happened to me while Brad was at the Senators’ rookie camp. I told him a few minutes ago, and the adults already know.”

“I had made an appointment to have some photos taken of me to create a portfolio for my singing. The photographer did take some pictures of me; however, he and three of his friends sexually assaulted me.”

There were quiet gasps from those who didn’t know. The younger girls, Diane, Brenda, Tiffany, Hanna, and Jenny, immediately went to her.

“I thought you seemed to be acting differently, and now I know why,” Diane said.

“I noticed you weren’t the same person the past few days. I thought you might be pregnant and wanted to wait to tell Brad first,” Jenny offered, hugging her and giving her a kiss.

“No, I’m not pregnant. It’s not from a lack of trying by Brad and me. Bedside, I’m still on the pill. Peter and Derek came to her, offering a sympathetic hug and kiss. “I don’t want you two trying to be like Brad and want to find the boys and beat the shit out of them.”

“I called Mom as soon as I left them, and we called the Belleville Police. The whole matter is in their hands now.”

“Is there anything we can do to help you?” Brenda asked.

“Not at the moment, except to support me and Brad. They blackmailed me by saying they’d send pictures and videos of me cheating on Brad if I didn’t cooperate. They didn’t know that I’d had sex with several men at the same time before. I went along with their demands for sex, fearing they might really hurt me. This was the first time I was fucked without Brad being with me or near me since we got married.”

“If you will excuse us, Abby and I will be busy for a while,” Brad said, leading her by the hand into the house.

“Can I watch you two fuck?” Jenny asked.

“We prefer to be alone this time,” Abby replied, placing a hand on her cheek and kissing her.

“I promise I won’t say a word, only sit, watch, and likely finger my pussy. I want to make sure you both are okay. I love you.”

“Isn’t Dad the one who normally fucks you?” Brad teased.

“He is, but his cock is recovering from the blow job I gave him earlier in the park.”

Abby led Brad to Jenny’s bedroom, where she eagerly stripped off his clothes. She went to her knees, her mouth devouring the cock she missed so much. Jenny slipped off her bikini thong and sat on the chair by her bed.