Chapter 13: Preggers

Donnie's Story - Wednesday

I've been on the road for four years, on and off. We are home only about half the time, it seems. Maybe I exaggerate a little, but it seems like we are always on the road. And yet, I've never been truly lonely till now. And it's only been three days since I left Deirdre and Andrew.

I just can't seem to concentrate anymore. I feel like I'm going through the motions, and that means my customer isn't getting his money's worth. Well we do seem to be making the same progress as we were before last weekend. And he seems to be happy. So perhaps this is one of those jobs where going through the motions is enough.

Dee Dee and I always talk in the evenings. We need each other. I tell her how my job is going and vice versa. We share what secrets we have to share - none too many since we are like two sides of the same coin. And we tell each other our fears, our dreams, talk of our emptiness.

But she has no emptiness. She spends every evening in Andrew's arms. I'm not jealous but I am envious. Those are the arms I want to die in.

We all had dinner together on Saturday night, agreeing to shelve talk of the next generation until we knew for sure.

We had our theories. Andrew is a great one for theories. But this is one theorem whose proof will be tested almost immediately. We are all on pins and needles.

I went home with Andrew on Saturday night and we made slow romantic love. At least we did between the times when he took me to the edge of death. He forces me to confront the depths of my own passion.

I'm this simple businesswoman who looked at sex as a mildly pleasant diversion that I could take or leave. But now it is almost all I think about. What did he say? Sex begets more sex. And more sex begets even more sex.

He has a strange way of putting things. I had never heard anyone use the word 'beget' in a sentence outside of our pastor reading some biblical passage. And it certainly wasn't in that context. But he is so right.

What he is wrong about is that our desire for more sex would lead us to anyone but him. It's he I desire. I can hardly stand to be away from his bed. I feel like I've got the worst schoolgirl crush in history.

I cried when they dropped me off at the airport. Security is so tight anymore that it is impossible to actually see anyone off. What kind of a world have we built, we homo sapiens: so many good and wonderful things, but always against a backdrop of guilt and fear, greed and anger, repression and jealousy.

I don't remember the last time I cried before last Friday. Now I think I've cried every night since then. My emotions are just out of control. I don't know what has gotten into me.

I've waiting for the call. On Sunday we went to a drug store and bought early pregnancy tests for both of us. The directions say that they can be used as early as six days after impregnation with the possibility of a positive result. Dee Dee promised to do the test after work today. Then she will call me win or lose, positive or negative. I'll be doing my test the day after tomorrow.

No wonder I am a wreck. At least Deirdre has Andrew to share it with. When the time comes, I will too. Andrew is coming to Indianapolis on Friday afternoon. We are going to do the test together. Well I'll do the test, Andrew will watch.

I was in my room staring at the phone when it rang. I must have jumped two feet in the air. Never stare at the phone when you are nervous. It doesn't make it better it makes it worse.

Of course it was Dee Dee. "Donnie, guess what! The rabbit died. We're preggers!"

I was shocked. I was amazed. It had felt right all week, and still I really couldn't believe it. "Oh my GOD! You're going to be a mommy! You must be so happy! "

"Donnie, I've never been so excited in my life! I feel like a six year old on Christmas morning!"

I didn't blame her. I was excited too, and it wasn't even my baby. "How is Andrew taking it?"

She laughed. "He's wavering between proud as a peacock and scared to death. It's a big jump between speculating about fatherhood and suddenly knowing he's going to be a father. He's starting to realize the responsibilities he is assuming."

"What are you going to do about it? Are you going out to celebrate? Have some champagne?"

"Yes, eventually. But first we've just got to make love. I am wildly aroused. Donnie I hope you caught too. It will make everything perfect."

I said, "Well if I didn't, it wasn't for lack of trying. Andrew was inside me so many times last weekend that I was sore till this morning."

Dee Dee said, "Donnie, are you feeling a little, uh, horny?"

"No I'm not, Dee Dee. I'm feeling a lot horny. I'm feeling like I'm desperate for it."

"Would you like to talk to Andrew?"

"Oh boy, would I? Put him on! I can hardly wait."

Andrew took the phone. "Hi, baby, how are you holding up there all by yourself?"

I felt close to crying. "I'm lonely! I'm horny! I miss you both!"

I heard some kind of movement, noises coming from the other end of the line. Then Andrew started talking.

"Donnie, honey, Dee Dee said to tell you that she just pulled down my pants. She said to tell you I'm lying back on the bed, sticking straight up in the air, and she is starting to, oh God, uh, mount me. She's holding on to my, ummm, dick. She's playing with it, the bitch, she's rubbing it around her pussy but she won't put it in. Damn it Dee Dee! Stop teasing me!"

I couldn't help it. I was only wearing my robe and that had to come off. I laid back onto the bed myself. I wedged the phone between my chin and my shoulder because I really needed both hands free. My left hand started teasing my nipple. The fingers of my right hand were sliding up the slit of my pussy collecting the wetness. I was so aroused!

They must have laid the phone on Andrew's chest, because now I could hear Dee Dee talking, going through that new thing she does, being vocal during sex. I think I like is almost as much as Andrew does.

"God, Donnie, Andrew is huge tonight. I'm riding him like a cowgirl. Oh MY!! He's so deep. He's GOOD Donnie! OHHH! Donnie He's so good! I'm rubbing him up and down my pussy. I'm plunging in as deeply as it will go. It feels like it is coming out my throat. I don't know how I can take all of this dick!"

I was doing some plunging myself, as I fitted one and then a second finger into my pussy. My left hand went down and was rubbing around my clitoris while my right hand worked my pussy. I couldn't last long like this! I was crazed with lust. I closed my eyes, listening to the obscene sounds coming from my phone.

Andrew said, "Dee Dee, Donnie, I'm close to cumming. I can't take much more of this! Oh God Dee Dee! Keep going. Harder! I want to fuck you Donnie!"

I couldn't help it. I started screaming my climax. I heard two voices join me in their climax from 300 miles away. God I needed that! I felt so much better.

I held the phone back to my ear. Then I heard Andrew say, "Good night Donnie. We love you. And Donnie?"

"Yes Andrew?"

"You're next!" And then he hung up.

My God; he got horny all over again. I couldn't help it; I had to take care of myself again. I was rubbing my clitoris and plunging my fingers into my pussy, massaging my G Spot, all the while pretending it was that gorgeous penis of Andrew's doing it to me. In no time I had a second thundering orgasm.

I can't wait till Friday.

Andrew's Story - Friday

Dee Dee and I both went to the airport on Friday afternoon. But we were headed in two different directions. I was catching a flight to Indianapolis while Deirdre was headed home to Cincinnati.

That was one difficult parting. I'm not sure when we will see each other again. Well at the latest next weekend. I can't last longer than that. I've got to be with her. I've got to be with both of them.

I gave my notice today: two weeks. My boss wasn't too happy. He was asking all these 'what will it take to make you stay' questions. He just doesn't get it. The only thing they can do to make me stay is move the company to Cincinnati.

I told Donnie I would take a limo or cab from the airport to her hotel. She was staying at the Radisson City Centre or something like that. The girls like to be in walking distance of everything. I grabbed the limo and was at her hotel by 7:30 in the evening.

I celled her on the way in and she was waiting for me in the lobby. Damn she looked good. I took her in my arms and she just melted into me. How can two people be so much in love? Come to think of it, how can three people be so much in love?

I don't understand the emotional dynamic of this particular relationship, because I would have bet anything that I was incapable of giving complete affection to more than one woman at a time. It has to be chemistry or genetics or some such thing. I don't have it in me to be this loving. I need some sort of chemical enhancement.

When we finally broke our embrace, Donnie's eyes were tearing and I was pretty emotional myself. I was going to ask her if she wanted to go out to eat, but that would have been a cruel joke. Worse, she might have accepted. So I kept my mouth shut.

I needed to take her up to her room to immediately deal with the pent-up passion caused by five days of separation. Donnie was as excited as I was. On the elevator we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. She was so beautiful, so alluring. She exuded sex. Is it them or is it me? Is it all of us?

None of us had that great a sexual history. They hadn't been laid in three or four years before me, so they said. I was getting it a couple of times a month, I guess. I had a few regular friends with similar interests in working off some sexual energy: fuck buddies. There were no attachments, just friends getting together, maybe watching a movie, having some wine, maybe getting laid.

One of them gave me a call the other day. I was in conference with Deirdre when my cell rang. It was one of my fuck buddies looking for a date for Friday night.

I said "No can do, Bonnie. I'm out of circulation permanently. I'll be moving to Cincinnati in a few weeks. Sorry, but you will have to call someone else. I hope we bump into each other again sometime. Have a good life. Bye"

Dee Dee was interested in that call. There's a surprise. So I told her that Bonnie was this ultra-hot number with enormous breasts who calls me regularly and begs me to take her to bed. Dee Dee had heard my end of the conversation and knew that I had blown her off.

What can I say? Bonnie is an average looking chick with small breasts. We are good friends and fuck occasionally. She was a little horny and called me to see if I wanted to give her a hand. Why should I tell it that way to Dee Dee when I could make her feel better by slightly exaggerating the degree of my sacrifice? Besides, everybody lies about sex.