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As I went about my day - my first day not as a virgin - I kept grinning privately to myself about what had happened the day before. I walked through the living room more times that I could count, blushing just looking at the couch where Mr. Harding had finally given in to the heat I knew we both felt and kissed me back when I'd pressed my lips to his. I felt a tingle in between my legs, thinking about how he'd roared as he came, his thick cum squirting into my fertile young body and filling me to the brim just as my parents had pulled back in to our driveway.
I dwelled on that for another second as I stood daydreaming in the living room. Part of my whole fantasy with Jake was him filling me up unprotected, just like I'd watched him do to his ex-wife all those months before in his backyard. I hadn't really thought further than the pure fantasy the day before after I'd had Mr. Harding come inside of me, but suddenly the reality of that hit me, sending an erotic little shiver through my body; could I actually be pregnant right now? I mean I wasn’t on any sort of pill or anything, and plenty of people got pregnant their first time.
I bit my lip, feeling the sexy heat of the thought tremble inside of me; holy cow, what if I really was pregnant now? I tried to imagine what it would be like to feel my belly get bigger, knowing secretly that it was the forbidden man next door’s!
The thought of it was so hot that I almost wanted to run up to my room, lock the door, and relieve the burning ache in my pussy, except right then is when my mom happened to drive in to the driveway and holler for help with the groceries.
Damn it.
I hadn't stepped more than four feet out the backdoor though, when a sweating, shirtless, and jaw-droppingly hot Mr. Harding came jogging up his own driveway from the street, panting from his run. I could see him freeze as he saw me, his whole body going stiff while his eyes darted quickly to my mother. But her back was turned, and I blushed as his eyes came back to rest on me and quickly went a shade darker with a flash of hunger in them as he winked at me.
"Oh, Jake! Hot out there for a run isn't it!" My mother smiled and waved at Mr. Harding, who seemed to wrestle with the idea before he walked over to our driveway.
"Hi Sarah;” he turned to me, his eyes looking nervous and yet excited at the same time. “Uh, hello, Chelsea."
I could tell he was probably freaking out just a little bit. After all, here he was talking to the nineteen year old girl who's virginity he'd taken just the day, and standing right there was her mother.
Needless to say, I could practically see the bullets he was sweating right then.
“So Jake, I was thinking we should all get together for a dinner sometime!” My mother beamed at him. “What do you say?”
I could see Mr. Harding swallow thickly as my mother cheerfully smiled at him.
"Uh, yeah, Sarah. That sounds great."
My mother smiled obliviously at him again. “Well good, because - and I do hope you don’t think I’m being too bold, but I’ve got someone I want you to meet; a friend of mine.”
I could see Jake’s face harden for second, his eyes darting to me before pushing a fake smile onto his face. “Oh, uh. Sure, Sarah.”
Okay, I’m not going to lie. For a single second there, I could feel every part of my body tense up and felt the rage of emotion surge inside of me. The very idea of Jake on a date with another girl - even if it was a big group thing anyways - had me seeing red for a second. But just as I felt my fits tighten around the bag of groceries, I found Jake’s eyes, staring right into mine.
And it was enough, that look. That look burned a little sense into me. I mean, of course, he had to say yes. It’d have been strange otherwise if newly single, stupidly handsome Jake Hardy said no to a date. One might say suspiciously strange, and that’s the last thing either of us wanted to stir up.
“Chelsea!” I shook my head and turned to see my mom frowning at me. “Careful with those bags! That one has the eggs in it,” she said, scowling at the way I was squeezing the bags tightly in my angry little jealous fists. I could see Jake smirk out of the corner of my eyes.
My mother laughed and shook her head at him as she turned and walked into the house. “Tomorrow, then?”
“Hey, Sarah?” Jake turned and beamed a winning smile at her. “You know what, let’s have it at my place. I’ve got that big oak dining room table that I don’t even use anymore. Might be nice to give it some air-time.”
My mom beamed. “Well! That sounds wonderful. I’ll call Karen now and let her know!”