She brought her face to mine and kissed me deeply on the lips.

Feeling her lips on mine, I wrapped my arms around her. This made me feel better, feeling closer to her. Our bodies came together, the warm breeze cascading softly around us. Our lips parted, I looked at her, seeing the moonlight across her face, her eyes sparkling.

I leaned in again and kissed her deeply. Her hands wrapped around me, lifting my shirt, pulling me against her harder. I ached for her. My lips kissed across her cheeks and down to her neck, my lips tracing lines across her neck and down to her shoulder.

I could feel her breathing quickening. I kissed back up and put my hands caressing her head, looking her in the eyes. She smiled, and we kissed again incredibly deep. My hands reached down, sliding down her back, and feeling the curve of her butt. My fingertips leading the way until my hands were fully ensconced in the soft flesh of her curvaceous behind.

I leaned her back against the railing, I could feel her stomach against mine. Her pubic mound pressed against my groin. Our legs intertwined. I didn't care who might see.

She looked at me, her hands against my chest, she pushed me back slightly. Her body lowered in front of me. Looking down, I watched her fall to a squat in front of me. Her hands reached out and hooked my shorts, pulling them down to my ankles. My cock springing forth in front of her face. I watched her looking up into my eyes. Her hands reached out grasping my cock, she opened her mouth and took me in. Feeling her tongue slather the head, her eyes still locked onto mine.

The electricity between us was intense. I could feel her sucking on me but I couldn't watch anything but her eyes. Suddenly I felt the breeze on my now wet cock and she started to rise.

She twisted her body as she rose and faced away from me.

Her hands reached back for mine, and as she brought them forward, she hooked her shirt, pulling it up, I found she had no bottoms on. She pulled me forward, she reached back and pushed my cock down between her legs. I felt my cock head dragging along her slit, dripping with nectar. The juices flowed across my cock as I settled in behind her. Her bare ass pressed against my groin.

She started to slide her hips forward and back, pressing down to drag against my cock, I assisted by starting to thrust my hips counter to her to increase the friction. Feeling my cock getting ever more slippery.

“You didn’t let me finish,” said Princess. “I waited, and when he got off of her, she asked him how many more times she had to do this before their agreement was finished and he wouldn’t tell her parents.”

“Tell them what?”

“That wasn’t discussed, but it was obvious he had something over her and she was there under duress.”

“Oh,” he said. “So, what did you do?”

“Well, Mandy wasn’t hurt, or crying or anything. He’s cut, so he can’t get her pregnant. I decided I needed evidence, hard evidence, so that when I took action, he’d pay big time.”

“Okay,” said Bobby.

“So I set up a nanny cam in his office. It’s in a book on his bookshelf. He keeps those books there for show and never opens them.”

“And?”

“I have video of him porking four different girls,” she said.

“Bleep me to tears,” he blurted.

“Not just yet,” she said, calmly. “I have the evidence to get him arrested, but I want revenge.”

“Having him sent to prison isn’t revenge?” he asked.

“I want a different kind of revenge,” she said.

“And what is that?”

“The best kind of revenge is served on a warm, naked body,” she said.

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” he said.

“He’s cheating on me. I’m thinking I should cheat on him,” She said. “I’m going to turn him in and divorce him. But before I do, I want to take a lover. Then, after the divorce, he’ll find out that cheating can work both ways.”

Bobby had a fertile imagination and it started kicking out fantasies about Mrs. Princess Johnson ... cheating. And about who she might cheat with. Not that they were serious fantasies. There was no way he would be involved in anything she did. He had no idea why she was including him in her ... scheme ... but it wouldn’t be in the role of her lover. That was for sure.

“Okay, so why are you telling me all this?” he asked.

She blinked.

“I know what your grades were like. You were a good student.”

All this did was make him more confused.

“You didn’t let me finish,” said Princess. “I waited, and when he got off of her, she asked him how many more times she had to do this before their agreement was finished and he wouldn’t tell her parents.”

“Tell them what?”

“That wasn’t discussed, but it was obvious he had something over her and she was there under duress.”

“Oh,” he said. “So, what did you do?”

“Well, Mandy wasn’t hurt, or crying or anything. He’s cut, so he can’t get her pregnant. I decided I needed evidence, hard evidence, so that when I took action, he’d pay big time.”

“Okay,” said Bobby.

“So I set up a nanny cam in his office. It’s in a book on his bookshelf. He keeps those books there for show and never opens them.”

“And?”

“I have video of him porking four different girls,” she said.

“Bleep me to tears,” he blurted.

“Not just yet,” she said, calmly. “I have the evidence to get him arrested, but I want revenge.”

“Having him sent to prison isn’t revenge?” he asked.

“I want a different kind of revenge,” she said.

“And what is that?”

“The best kind of revenge is served on a warm, naked body,” she said.

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” he said.

“He’s cheating on me. I’m thinking I should cheat on him,” She said. “I’m going to turn him in and divorce him. But before I do, I want to take a lover. Then, after the divorce, he’ll find out that cheating can work both ways.”

Bobby had a fertile imagination and it started kicking out fantasies about Mrs. Princess Johnson ... cheating. And about who she might cheat with. Not that they were serious fantasies. There was no way he would be involved in anything she did. He had no idea why she was including him in her ... scheme ... but it wouldn’t be in the role of her lover. That was for sure.

“Okay, so why are you telling me all this?” he asked.

She blinked.

“I know what your grades were like. You were a good student.”

All this did was make him more confused.

I decided to step outside and get some fresh air. That would also make me to think better.

On opening the door, I was greeted with a soft breeze. The night sky was crystal clear above, the moon half full. I could see heat lightning in the distance playing across the sky. There wasn’t a soul in sight. The bushes down below were softly rustling in the breeze.

My mind was on the last many days. Thinking about the changes in my life. I was too young to be having these thoughts. I wanted to focus on the excitement of the new adventures, and I did think about that a lot. But there was something more. Something I couldn't have seen coming. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but it occupied my mind.

I thought about when we returned to Akure in a few weeks, I didn't exactly live close to Elizabeth, would I see her often? How would I go so long between seeing her? I was so used to our close interactions after such a few short days and then I would need to go months possibly. Could I do this?

This and so much more was racing through my mind, I didn't even hear the balcony door open. Suddenly I felt hands on my back. I turned around and Elizabeth was looking at me. She had put on a long shirt, her long strong legs showing below. “What could you possibly be doing out here at this hour?” She asked.

“I got up having to pee….I couldn't sleep any more. I had too much on my mind,” I said.

“I know what you mean, my mind has been racing a lot lately….but I have come to realize, I cannot control everything, I am just trying to play life one day at a time right now,” she responded.

We both faced the railing and leaned against it. I started to mull her words through my head. “What do you mean, take it one day at a time?”

She looked at me “Well...when I first asked you about my boyfriend, he was the only one I could think of. Now, it’s you. Do I know what to do with that? No. Does it bring a lot of questions to my mind, yes. Can I change that, No. So instead I choose to enjoy each day, eventually I will have to face those questions, but for now, I would rather do things like this.”

She brought her face to mine and kissed me deeply on the lips.

“So I’m supposed to just show up at your house and start asking questions?” scoffed Princess.

“Of course not. I can introduce you. All I have to do is tell her you approached me at the hardware store and we talked about old times. You were one of my substitute teachers, you know, and she knows that. And I tell her you remembered she works for a lawyer and you have some very private questions you need answers to and you asked if you could come over some evening and ask them, woman to woman.”

“So then, instead of some anonymous lawyer knowing Princess Johnson, wife of the high school principal is thinking about crime and divorce, your mother will know that,” snorted Princess.

“No. You tell her you have a friend who has this problem, and you’re trying to help the friend.”

Princess frowned.

“When you tell someone you have a friend who has a problem, that’s code for the fact that it’s really you who have the problem, and you just don’t want to admit it,” she said.

“It is?”

“You’re young,” she sighed. “You haven’t run into that problem, yet.”

“I ran into that problem about ten minutes ago,” he argued.

She sat, thinking, and was silent long enough that his attention strayed.

“You’re really pregnant?” he said.

She finally had something to smile about.

“What did you think would happen? You’re like a bull. You mounted me a dozen times and flooded me with your sperm.”

“Wow,” he sighed. “I’m going to be a father.” He frowned and looked at her face. “I’m not ready to be a father! I don’t know how to be a father!”

“You’ll be fine,” she said. “I wouldn’t have let you do this if I hadn’t been convinced you’d be a good daddy to our baby.”

“Do you know how to be a mother?” he squeaked.

“I’ll learn. I have nine months to study up. You do, too. It’s not an emergency, Bobby.”

“It sure feels like one,” he said.

“I wish we could be talking about this in bed,” she sighed.

“Me, too,” he said. “Um ... since you’re pregnant and all ... does that mean we won’t ... um...”

“Do it anymore?” she finished for him, using a valley girl accent. Then she changed back to regular Princess voice. “I love you, you dope. As insane as it seems, we’re a couple now. I didn’t intend for that to happen, but it did. You’re going to make love to me many more times.”

“That’s good,” he sighed.

“So I’m supposed to just show up at your house and start asking questions?” scoffed Princess.

“Of course not. I can introduce you. All I have to do is tell her you approached me at the hardware store and we talked about old times. You were one of my substitute teachers, you know, and she knows that. And I tell her you remembered she works for a lawyer and you have some very private questions you need answers to and you asked if you could come over some evening and ask them, woman to woman.”

“So then, instead of some anonymous lawyer knowing Princess Johnson, wife of the high school principal is thinking about crime and divorce, your mother will know that,” snorted Princess.

“No. You tell her you have a friend who has this problem, and you’re trying to help the friend.”

Princess frowned.

“When you tell someone you have a friend who has a problem, that’s code for the fact that it’s really you who have the problem, and you just don’t want to admit it,” she said.

“It is?”

“You’re young,” she sighed. “You haven’t run into that problem, yet.”

“I ran into that problem about ten minutes ago,” he argued.

She sat, thinking, and was silent long enough that his attention strayed.

“You’re really pregnant?” he said.

She finally had something to smile about.

“What did you think would happen? You’re like a bull. You mounted me a dozen times and flooded me with your sperm.”

“Wow,” he sighed. “I’m going to be a father.” He frowned and looked at her face. “I’m not ready to be a father! I don’t know how to be a father!”

“You’ll be fine,” she said. “I wouldn’t have let you do this if I hadn’t been convinced you’d be a good daddy to our baby.”

“Do you know how to be a mother?” he squeaked.

“I’ll learn. I have nine months to study up. You do, too. It’s not an emergency, Bobby.”

“It sure feels like one,” he said.

“I wish we could be talking about this in bed,” she sighed.

“Me, too,” he said. “Um ... since you’re pregnant and all ... does that mean we won’t ... um...”

“Do it anymore?” she finished for him, using a valley girl accent. Then she changed back to regular Princess voice. “I love you, you dope. As insane as it seems, we’re a couple now. I didn’t intend for that to happen, but it did. You’re going to make love to me many more times.”

“That’s good,” he sighed.

My mouth was dripping with her pussy juice. I reached down while she continued to recover and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. My cock was pointing straight out and I could feel it connected with her body as I came up to eye level. I could feel her pussy juices coating the tip of my cock as I prodded against her pussy. I lifted myself up slightly and used my abdominal muscles to flex my cock and pull it up to lay against her slit.

I looked into her eyes and started to slide my cock up and down. She bit her lower lip. My hope started to rise that I might again feel her insides squeezing me. I continued to slide along her slit up and down, soaking my cock more and more.

I decided to press my luck and pulled down a little more than normal. I felt the tip of my cock pressing against her pussy lips, feeling them spread around the head, feeling the warmth envelope me and then Elizabeth pulled her hips down.
“No…..we can’t…..I told you….we can’t do that….it's too risky” she whispered.

Dejected but understanding, I pulled away. Elizabeth laid her head on my chest and wrapped her hand around my cock, not playing to make me cum, just more for a place to put her hand. We had come to a roadblock in this experimental summer and it seemed like we weren’t sure how to move forward.

We didn't need to say the words. We both seemed to feel the same way. The clock in the dining room ticked the time away. I felt Elizabeth placing kisses on my chest occasionally, and she brought her face up to mine. “It's not that I wouldn't it. It’s just that we can’t...I don't know what else to say.”

“I understand. It doesn't make me happy, and I wish I could change it, but I understand.”

She kissed my lips. “I appreciate you, and that you are so understanding.”

She kissed me again, this kiss was not ambitious, it was caring, it was not meant to cause excitement, it was comforting. I felt some spark inside me, something flamed by the lightest of winds. What it was, I did not yet know.

We held each other as we fell asleep.

I woke during the early morning hours. I attended my bathroom needs and walked back towards the couch bed, I stopped short looking at Elizabeth. She was sleeping so peacefully. I sat on the edge of the bed, the moonlight was washing through the windows, the shadows were playing across the room.

I decided to step outside and get some fresh air. That would also make me to think better.

And that’s assuming she’ll answer it at all! My mother might just drain me dry of information, like a CIA interrogator at a black site, and then decide I don’t need to be the go-between for some strange woman. What if she demands to meet this woman?”

“That’s off the table,” said Princess, weakly.

“So I tell my mother that meeting this woman isn’t going to happen, and to never mind. Now she’ll watch me like a hawk. I wouldn’t be able to meet with you for months, for fear of her swooping in, yelling, ‘Aha! I’ve caught you with the mysterious woman!’”

“That’s a little dramatic,” said Princess.

“You don’t know my mother,” grunted Bobby.

Princess sat for a few minutes and then took out her phone. She started tapping the surface.

“What are you doing?” asked Bobby.

“I’m going to just call a lawyer’s office and ask the question to them. They’ll either answer it or they won’t.”

“And the first thing they’ll write down is what’s on the caller ID screen,” he said. “Now some lawyer’s office knows that Princess Johnson, wife of the high school principal, is thinking about crime and divorce. Gee, nothing can go wrong, there.”

“Well what the Bleep am I supposed to do?” she shouted.

“Shhh,” he said, looking around. There was nobody in sight, within fifty feet of them.

“What am I supposed to do?” she asked, her voice normal again. “Are you sure you can’t talk to your mother?”

He sat, thinking.

“I can’t,” he finally said. He looked at her. “But maybe you could.”

“Me talk to your mother,” said Princess, her voice flat. “What are you thinking?”

Her question was rhetorical and filled with sarcasm, but Bobby answered it.

“Look, if I talk to her, that will seem weird, for all the reasons I already mentioned. But if you talk to her, it will just be one adult woman talking to another. She won’t ask you all those questions, like she’d ask me.”

“So I’m supposed to just show up at your house and start asking questions?” scoffed Princess.

And that’s assuming she’ll answer it at all! My mother might just drain me dry of information, like a CIA interrogator at a black site, and then decide I don’t need to be the go-between for some strange woman. What if she demands to meet this woman?”

“That’s off the table,” said Princess, weakly.

“So I tell my mother that meeting this woman isn’t going to happen, and to never mind. Now she’ll watch me like a hawk. I wouldn’t be able to meet with you for months, for fear of her swooping in, yelling, ‘Aha! I’ve caught you with the mysterious woman!’”

“That’s a little dramatic,” said Princess.

“You don’t know my mother,” grunted Bobby.

Princess sat for a few minutes and then took out her phone. She started tapping the surface.

“What are you doing?” asked Bobby.

“I’m going to just call a lawyer’s office and ask the question to them. They’ll either answer it or they won’t.”

“And the first thing they’ll write down is what’s on the caller ID screen,” he said. “Now some lawyer’s office knows that Princess Johnson, wife of the high school principal, is thinking about crime and divorce. Gee, nothing can go wrong, there.”

“Well what the Bleep am I supposed to do?” she shouted.

“Shhh,” he said, looking around. There was nobody in sight, within fifty feet of them.

“What am I supposed to do?” she asked, her voice normal again. “Are you sure you can’t talk to your mother?”

He sat, thinking.

“I can’t,” he finally said. He looked at her. “But maybe you could.”

“Me talk to your mother,” said Princess, her voice flat. “What are you thinking?”

Her question was rhetorical and filled with sarcasm, but Bobby answered it.

“Look, if I talk to her, that will seem weird, for all the reasons I already mentioned. But if you talk to her, it will just be one adult woman talking to another. She won’t ask you all those questions, like she’d ask me.”

“So I’m supposed to just show up at your house and start asking questions?” scoffed Princess.

My head was still swimming, though it was coming down decently fast. I knew popsie had most likely fallen asleep, I reached over and turned out the light.

Elizabeth glanced over to see what I was doing. I tucked my head under the blanket and started to shift my way down, I found her leg and crossed over it. My hands reached up the outside of her thighs, making trails on her skin with my finger-tips.

I felt the fabric of her shorts, and continued north, finding the band around her waist. I hooked my fingertips inside of them, feeling the band of her panties as well. I started to pull. I felt her hips rise off the bed and her shorts and panties slid down, pulling down below her knees I felt her legs rise pulling out of them completely. I placed them to the side of me.

I put both of her legs over my shoulders and quickly brought my lips to start planting kisses along her mound. I felt her sigh as my mouth connected along her lips and over her slit. Teasing little bits of licking up her slit and allowing my warm breath to wash over her, a soft moan escaped her lips.

I could smell her nectar starting to leak out of her, and feel the warmth growing. My tongue dipped slightly inside, tasting the delicious liquid as it coated my tongue. I could feel her legs shaking as I licked deeper into her, and then bringing my tongue out and sliding it up her slit. I hooked my hands under her butt and used them to gain leverage to slide my tongue in deeper, fucking her with my tongue thrusting over and over.

I could feel her legs pulling at my back, pulling me and mashing her pussy against my face, she started to hump against my mouth. My tongue was swirling around her clit, drawing circles and figure 8’s over it, feeling her swollen clit against my tongue as I used the flat of my tongue to push over it.

I could feel her shaking increase and her juices were flowing more freely and from previous times I knew she was getting closer. I brought one finger up and slid it inside of her, while I continued to lick and suck on her clit, swirling my tongue over and over.

This brought her over the edge. I felt her body tense and she started to shake, her breathing was heavy and her hands were on my head pushing me down into her pussy. My finger was being milked from within.

I felt the pulsing start to slow down, and her breathing started to regulate. My mouth was dripping with her pussy juice. I reached down while she continued to recover and pulled my shorts down to my ankles.

My cock was pointing straight out and I could feel it connected with her body as I came up to eye level. I could feel her pussy juices coating the tip of my cock as I prodded against her pussy. I lifted myself up slightly and used my abdominal muscles to flex my cock and pull it up to lay against her slit.

You have to have a measured reaction to the news,” she said, firmly. “You can’t draw attention to us.”

“I won’t,” he said. His eyes widened. “Does that mean you are?”

“Measured!” she said, leaning toward him.

“But you are,” he stated. He looked at her abdomen.

“We made a baby, Bobby,” she whispered.

He sat, frozen, long enough that she began to worry. Then he sagged in his seat.

“We made a baby,” he sighed. He blinked. “I made a baby! I had sex with a woman and made a baby in her!” His voice had started to get louder and she reached to put her hand in his lap.

“Measured,” she Debayonded him. “We don’t want people to take notice of us.”

He looked down at her hand and then at her face.

“I made a baby in you,” he whispered. “I had sex with the most beautiful woman in the world and she got pregnant.”

“Yes,” she said, squeezing the front of his trousers. “We need to talk about that.”

He blinked.

“We do? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“It is what I wanted. I’m very happy about it. But there are things that have to happen, now, and I’m not sure how to proceed.”

“What kind of things?” he asked. “I can’t believe I got a woman pregnant!”

“I need some legal advice, but I can’t afford to hire an attorney just yet,” she said. “Do you think you could ask your mother some questions get some idea of how we should do this?”

“My mother?” His voice raised an octave and his eyes widened. “No way!”

“I know she’s not a lawyer, herself, but she could still help us.”

“If I talk to my mother, she’ll know I got a woman pregnant and she’ll hit the ceiling and the whole town will hear her yelling,” he said.

“Bobby, calm down. She’s not going to know that. These questions don’t have anything to do with pregnancy.”

“My mom has voodoo powers,” said Bobby. “She knows stuff even though nobody tells her. She can read me like a book.”

“I need some answers,” moaned Princess.

“What kind of answers?”

“I need to know if a divorce lawyer can also advise me on how and when to turn Debayo in. Do I need one lawyer, or two?”

Bobby blinked.

“Okay. So I go to her and I tell her I know this woman whose husband is a monster and she wants to turn him in to the cops and divorce him. And this woman asked me, for some reason, if she needs one lawyer or two. Is that about right?”

“This woman knows your mother works for a lawyer,” said Princess. The way he had put it made it sound different than it had in her head.

“Okay. So here’s what my mother will do. First, she’ll say, ‘What woman, Bobby?’. And I’ll tell her that’s confidential, of course, and she’ll say, ‘And why is it confidential, Bobby? Why wouldn’t you tell me who she is? And how did you meet this woman? Why would she tell you this information about her husband?’ Gee, I can only think of about a dozen more questions she’ll fire off before I even get close to getting an answer to your question.

And that’s assuming she’ll answer it at all! My mother might just drain me dry of information, like a CIA interrogator at a black site, and then decide I don’t need to be the go-between for some strange woman. What if she demands to meet this woman?”

You have to have a measured reaction to the news,” she said, firmly. “You can’t draw attention to us.”

“I won’t,” he said. His eyes widened. “Does that mean you are?”

“Measured!” she said, leaning toward him.

“But you are,” he stated. He looked at her abdomen.

“We made a baby, Bobby,” she whispered.

He sat, frozen, long enough that she began to worry. Then he sagged in his seat.

“We made a baby,” he sighed. He blinked. “I made a baby! I had sex with a woman and made a baby in her!” His voice had started to get louder and she reached to put her hand in his lap.

“Measured,” she Debayonded him. “We don’t want people to take notice of us.”

He looked down at her hand and then at her face.

“I made a baby in you,” he whispered. “I had sex with the most beautiful woman in the world and she got pregnant.”

“Yes,” she said, squeezing the front of his trousers. “We need to talk about that.”

He blinked.

“We do? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“It is what I wanted. I’m very happy about it. But there are things that have to happen, now, and I’m not sure how to proceed.”

“What kind of things?” he asked. “I can’t believe I got a woman pregnant!”

“I need some legal advice, but I can’t afford to hire an attorney just yet,” she said. “Do you think you could ask your mother some questions get some idea of how we should do this?”

“My mother?” His voice raised an octave and his eyes widened. “No way!”

“I know she’s not a lawyer, herself, but she could still help us.”

“If I talk to my mother, she’ll know I got a woman pregnant and she’ll hit the ceiling and the whole town will hear her yelling,” he said.

“Bobby, calm down. She’s not going to know that. These questions don’t have anything to do with pregnancy.”

“My mom has voodoo powers,” said Bobby. “She knows stuff even though nobody tells her. She can read me like a book.”

“I need some answers,” moaned Princess.

“What kind of answers?”

“I need to know if a divorce lawyer can also advise me on how and when to turn Debayo in. Do I need one lawyer, or two?”

Bobby blinked.

“Okay. So I go to her and I tell her I know this woman whose husband is a monster and she wants to turn him in to the cops and divorce him. And this woman asked me, for some reason, if she needs one lawyer or two. Is that about right?”

“This woman knows your mother works for a lawyer,” said Princess. The way he had put it made it sound different than it had in her head.

“Okay. So here’s what my mother will do. First, she’ll say, ‘What woman, Bobby?’. And I’ll tell her that’s confidential, of course, and she’ll say, ‘And why is it confidential, Bobby? Why wouldn’t you tell me who she is? And how did you meet this woman? Why would she tell you this information about her husband?’ Gee, I can only think of about a dozen more questions she’ll fire off before I even get close to getting an answer to your question.

And that’s assuming she’ll answer it at all! My mother might just drain me dry of information, like a CIA interrogator at a black site, and then decide I don’t need to be the go-between for some strange woman. What if she demands to meet this woman?”

Something seems different with you both.”

This led to a moment of silence. My stomach was in my throat, suddenly, and I just knew we had been caught. Elizabeth was going to get sent home, I was going to lose my best friend, this was the end of it all.














CHAPTER SEVEN

He looked at me as I took a drink of my beer, I suddenly realized this was his way of trying to get me to ‘trust him’ and say something I might not normally.

I looked at him and it hit me “Yes...Dad….Elizabeth is umm…..going through a really rough time with a boyfriend back in the poly, and I have been trying to help her through it. We have talked a lot about how she can try and fix things with him and I have been giving her the guys perspective on stuff”

I went silent seeing if that would stick. He seemed to mull that answer over for a minute, took a drink of his beer and it seemed to settle in that it made sense to quell his concerns. “Ok, I have to say I am proud of you for helping your cousin so much, you two are great together and I am happy to hear she is able to share stuff like that with you.”

I nodded in agreement, thankful that I was quick on my feet, we sat in silence for the next short while, taking our drinks and eating the toast.

The more I drank I started to feel the beer affect me, my head was swimming and when I would turn my head my eyes felt like they were half a second behind in catching up.

We went back into the house and Popsie said goodnight.

Elizabeth looked at me funny. “What was that all about?” she whispered.

I shrugged and told her he just wanted to share a beer with me, I didn't want her worried that he might be onto us, I worried that might motivate her to stop.

We pulled out the couch for the night, I could hear Popsie finishing getting ready for bed and heard his tv turn on. We turned on some late night TV show and sat talking quietly. Popsie’s tv was turned off a short while later.

My head was still swimming, though it was coming down decently fast. I knew popsie had most likely fallen asleep, I reached over and turned out the light.

I replied, “Um…..I think she is in the bathroom.” I had jolted, she had stopped sucking but was right at the head and had sent a jolt up my body.

“Are you ok?” he asked further.

I replied, “Yeah...my muscle just twinged.”

I felt Elizabeth chuckle with my cock in her mouth.

Popsie said: “Ok well… I am going to get the car cooling down, come out when you are ready. Hadiza is going to be back here in a few minutes to make some calls so hurry up.”

I watched him walk away and felt a sudden urgency in Her moans around my cock and her motions with her mouth. The effects of almost being caught and what I was feeling from her made things move very fast.

I felt my cum working its way up my cock and as she pushed past and had me in her throat my cock head swelled and I shot my first jet of hot cum down her throat. She pulled back so I was only partially in her mouth as the second jet shot up and I felt it coat her tongue.

She moaned as each additional rope of cum coated her tongue, I felt her swishing it back and forth around my cock. She pulled back and licked and sucked the end of my cock getting every last drop. I felt her hand putting me back into my boxers and zipping up my fly. I pulled the chair away and she crawled out. She looked up at me, licking her lips “I never thought that is something I would enjoy so much….yum.”

She stood up and right then, Hadiza walked in, we looked at each other, laughed and ran out the door toward the exit.

The lunch and the rest of the day were rather uneventful.

That evening we enjoyed the pool and the hot tub with dad. Dinner was steaks on the grill in the apartment's common outdoor patio.

After we had settled into the apartment for the night, dad called me out to the balcony, he was on a deck chair with a beer and a plate with some peanut butter toast, I sat down on the chair next to him. There was a second beer opened, I was rather confused.

“When I was your age, my father shared my first beer with me, I thought tonight, you might be ready for that. You might not like it but give it a try”

I grabbed the bottle. It was Guinness stout. I put the mouth to my lips and took a swig. It was extremely bitter, but at the same time, had a pleasant aftertaste. I grabbed a piece of peanut butter toast and found that it complimented the beer nicely.

We sat out on the balcony enjoying the beer and toast when Popsie spoke up. “I'm glad that you and Elizabeth are having so much fun, but son, I have to ask. Something seems different with you both.”

Her fingers disappeared and I looked down to watch her hand shift slightly and suddenly her fingers were reaching under the leg of my boxers. Her warm skin came into contact with the throbbing shaft of my cock, I could feel her thumb rub the precum that was forming around the head as she teased me. I was aching to groan loudly.

As quick as her hand was there, it was gone. Popsie was at the window. How did I not see him coming?

Lunch was going to be soon but he had one last patient to work with and then we could head out.

I lowered my head and Elizabeth was quietly laughing at me. She leaned over and whispered, “Tayo, poor boy….all dripping and nowhere to go….I suppose I could fix that….if you are a good boy and lick me later.”

I nodded enthusiastically. She slipped off her chair and started to crawl under the desk, the back of her shorts creased giving me a show down her ass, I could see the top band of her panties, and her ass crack was slightly above them, my eyes were soaking her in as she crawled on all fours.

She turned around and pulled my chair around so my legs were under the desk, it was now I understood her motives.

She reached up and quietly unzipped my shorts, her hand reaching in and fishing inside of my boxer fly. She found her prey.

She pulled my cock out through the fly and pulled me in closer under the desk, I could not see what she was doing but in an instant, I was sucking in my breath. I could feel her mouth closing around the head and working down my cock...I was getting a Mouth Gig in my Popsie’s office under his desk. This was unreal.

I could feel her tongue swirling around the head and flicking across the underside, her hand grasping the base and pushing the shorts down to get more of my cock outside of my shorts.

Her bobbing up and down picked up speed, I felt the tip hitting the back of her throat, suddenly I felt her push and felt her throat tighten around the head and suddenly I felt her mouth closer to my groin than she had gotten before.

It felt markedly different, I suddenly realized I was in her throat, I could hear her sloppy noises under the desk but I didn't care, this felt insane. She pulled back and the glans of the head pulled against her tonsils, I nearly fell back out of my chair.

I could feel my orgasm impending, and gave a few knocks on the desk to let her know. Suddenly, dad was at the window again…I thankfully had a file open in front of me.

Popsie asked, “Tayo, where’s Lizzy?”

I replied, “Um…..I think she is in the bathroom.” I had jolted, she had stopped sucking but was right at the head and had sent a jolt up my body.

“Are you ok?” he asked further.

I replied, “Yeah...my muscle just twinged.”

He might even kick her out onto the street. Her plan to end him up in prison would still work, but she’d already be homeless and helpless by then. She’d still get her revenge, but it wouldn’t be as sweet.

So she wanted to make sure Debayo had no clue about her reproductive status until it was confirmed and he was locked up, at least locked up and awaiting trial.

Then she could destroy the man who had hurt her and molested those girls.

It was hard to be apart from Bobby.

That seemed like nothing, compared to waiting for the next seven days before she could take a test.

One irony of the whole situation was that Bobby, the younger partner, actually had it easier than Princess did. Aside from the obvious pregnancy component of things, it was easier for him to be apart from Princess than it was for her. This had a basis in several things. When you don’t know what you’re missing, you don’t miss it as much. He knew a little of what he was missing, but her breadth of experience with relationships eclipsed his significantly. Princess really understood what was being withheld from her. He did not.

Another aspect of this was that it was easy for Bobby to lie in bed, now knowing there wouldn’t be any twenty-six day dry spells, and take his mind to the memory of one of their trysts. When he did so, he could ejaculate within a minute or two, three at the most. It wasn’t as good as being with her, but it gave him immediate relief. For Princess, masturbation was an extended process that often took twenty or thirty minutes. If one is tired from a long day, being a guy makes it easy to bust a nut. For the woman, it may be more than she’s willing to take on. This can lead to a constant level of frustration for the woman that the man doesn’t experience.

Yet another aspect of this is to use the analogy of eating cake. If someone has never been exposed to pastries, and is served, say, angel food cake, it will no doubt be delightful. That person will crave eating cake again. That was Bobby.

Princess, the person who introduced Bobby to cake, knew about all the other pastries out there that represent emotional fulfillment, vulnerable intimacy, true love, and all the other things that make a sexual relationship precious and important. She knew about the bonds that two spirits can have. She felt the tenuous filaments that were drawing her soul to Bobby’s. She just knew more about relationships, both good and bad, than Bobby did.

She wanted to be able to serve him chocolate cake, and pineapple upside down cake, and lemon cake etc. Bobby didn’t really know they even existed.



When he parked and got out of his car, Princess had the same reaction she had the last time they had met like this. Her heart pounded and she felt waves of emotion wash through her. When he got in and looked at her, he looked like any other teenage boy. She felt a rush of affection for him, and his ready smile made her feel stronger.

“Well?” he said, eagerness plain in his voice.

“You have to have a measured reaction to the news,” she said, firmly. “You can’t draw attention to us.”

“I won’t,” he said. His eyes widened. “Does that mean you are?”