Author Note: I wasn't sure which category to put this story in and it is a little longer than usual. The sex isn't explicit but I hope you still enjoy it. Thank you for taking the time to read my works, I really appreciate it. Please remember to leave feedback as I like to know which areas need improving. Anyway, enjoy!
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Prologue
"You fucking what?" I asked in utter disbelief, looking at the blonde before me.
"Oh my god, I'm going to be sick," Claudia said clutching her tummy.
The blonde woman, Anastasia or Anna for short, is the mother of my first child. Yep, that's right, my high school sweetheart that did something I can't forgive. Yep, she blurted it out. No, I didn't know and neither did her mother, Claudia.
I should probably back track a bit and give you some background information. You see, I'm Marcus Mayweather and I'm twenty-six years old. I was on the high school track team as a runner, and Anna used to cheer me on. I am six feet, two inches tall, dark brown hair and quite fit. Not that I am on any track team anymore, instead being in software programming for a games company and making a decent, although at times, stressful living.
So, how did I get to this point? Well, shit. I made a lot of mistakes and I guess I had better go back to when it all started.
Chapter 1
My woeful spate of mistakes started on my eighteenth birthday. I was young, dumb and full of cum as they say. Yep, I let my cock talk me into things. You see, my high school sweetheart Anastasia Holcomb was a blonde bombshell cheerleader. You know the type with long luscious blonde locks, lithe figure with long tanned legs and two features that get most of the attention. Yep, an ass that was tight and a chest that was a little too big for her slender frame. You can see why I would drool, not to mention she was quite attractive. Bombshell, remember. You get the idea. Stunning. Did I point that out enough?
Anyway, Anna is a few months younger than me and the daughter of a billionaire property magnate, Richard Holcomb. If I'm being honest, her money had nothing to do with me hooking up with her, like I said, my cock did the thinking for me in those days. Remember how I just described her? Yes, a supermodel and she would dress in clothes that highlighted her unique... qualities perfectly. If it wasn't tight jeans or leggings, a dress that was sublime or a bikini that was so tight I swear it cut off blood flow, she was always looking good in whatever she wore.
I had known Anna for a few years, her mother Claudia, was friends with my family as much as I guess friendly to each other since I was dating her daughter. She was divorced from Richard, yes, the old cliché. He liked them young and when they got too old, kicked them to the kerb. Claudia was seventeen when she had Anna and by the time she was in her late twenties, Richard had divorced her, paid her out substantially and shacked up with his young secretary. I can only guess money was his lure, given he was a bit of an asshole or should I say massive asshole?
Either way, I should mention I had a bit of a crush on Claudia growing up, since she was this demure but gorgeous blonde with a body to die for. I could see where Anna got her looks from, it definitely wasn't her father, which I guess is a good thing. Claudia was always welcoming of me and was always so supportive, lending an ear at times it was needed. The older I got the more amazing she seemed to become and I enjoyed spending time with Claudia more than my own parents. What can I say, I was blessed with my potential future mother-in-law.
Anyway, Anna had two best friends, one was Kourtney Kane, who was on the track team with me and a lovely brunette, who I got along with really well since we had a lot in common. I guess us both being long distance runners had something to do with it. Yes, she was beautiful, not drop dead gorgeous but homely and attractive with a killer ass and legs. I'm not saying she didn't have breasts because she did, but not as big as Anna's. She was more demure in what she wore, but my god did she look good doing it. The one area where Kourtney seemed to outdo Anna was swimsuits. I know what you're thinking but each time we would catch up and swim at Anna's house, Kourtney would come out in a one-piece suit that looked as though it was painted on. Demure but, well, wow.
Then there was Michaela Jones. A stone cold fox that was so stuck up it wasn't funny. If you weren't in the 'circle of trust' she didn't treat you very well. They say redheads are crazy right? Well even though I think she wasn't a true redhead, she was still crazy and hot. Fucking hot and she knew it. Designer clothes, latest haircuts and always had her nails done. She knew how to tease guys and would often wear a G-string so she could show it off, with the straps above her jeans at times. Yeah, she knew how to work her body and she was the type that would wear thong bikinis to the pool at Anna's. Yeah, her parents let her get away with it. Who was I to complain?
I can only describe this trio's relationship as though Anna had an angel and the devil on each shoulder. Kourtney was the angel and Michaela was the devil, but the three of them got on like a house on fire. I know, weird right?
Now every male has the same fantasy, that I know of any way and that is... a threesome. Well, when Anna proposed a foursome with her two friends for my eighteenth birthday, what do you think I did?
First, I made sure it wasn't some trick, checked things out, made sure I wasn't going to get in trouble. While I said I was young, dumb and full of cum, I wasn't stupid. I thought it was some sort of test given how it just came out of the blue a few weeks before my birthday. Long story short, it wasn't. In some ways it was an extension of what we had already done, with the others watching Anna and I at times, if you get my drift. But I was still uncertain.
It was Kourtney of all people who told me it was on the up and up. When she kissed my cheek and smiled, well I went along with it. Michaela kissed my lips when she found out and gave me the most devilish grin I've ever witnessed, not to mention grabbing my package through my shorts. I had a boner for the rest of the day after that. Yeah, I know, I know.
Anyway, we did it. And before anyone asks, we used condoms. Lots of them and to be honest, I think I've realised, threesomes and more are not my thing. Too much fucking work! Don't shoot me okay, even being fit, they wore me out and I wanted to make sure that I wasn't playing favourites if you get my drift. Now, I did check the condoms and they had caught my baby making batter but guess what I was told two months later? Anna was pregnant and it was mine. I still don't know how it happened and she wouldn't tell me, but the whole foursome thing was my first mistake.
My parents threw me out. You see, I was deemed a bad influence on my younger brother and sister. So much for family loyalty after swearing black and blue it was a set up. I had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with Anna's father being rich and powerful because it just doesn't make any sense. I moved in with Anna and her mother, which wasn't so bad since her mother had a huge house with a pool. That way we could finish school and Anna would give birth a few months after graduation.
My best mate, Roddy Anderson, stood by me but there wasn't a lot he could do. He was there to listen and provided interference when word got around school, and I really appreciated it. The others that were kind to me, were Kourtney and the Weller sisters. Maree and Amanda Weller were twins on the track team. Both lovely ladies who were good sports and better friends. Everyone else, well if I wasn't being called a stud and being asked how I knocked Anna up, they would whisper shit as I walked by. I got nicknamed 'wondercock' by a few of them and after the first few fights, realised it wasn't worth getting in trouble for. I just wanted to graduate and get the hell out of there. Yeah, fat lot of good my many supposed friends were. Fuck them.
Anyway, I settled in to a new routine at Claudia's house and it all went well until after graduation. That's when my second mistake happened.
Chapter 2
We had just finished a fun morning with Kourtney and Michaela, as they would come around pretty much every day, and after lunch it was just the three of us again. I should mention that Roddy, would come by once a week, but he was busy with his own family and girlfriend. That would stop soon because he was off to college a couple of states away and would only be home on the long holidays. Anyway, it was the three of us at home, myself, Anna and her mother Claudia. I was sitting at the kitchen counter, looking through the job adverts when Anna stood beside me.
"What are you doing?" Anna asked in a tone that I hadn't heard before. It was an almost demeaning, speaking-down-to-the-help tone that put me on edge. I looked at her standing there with a bottle of oil in her hands. Essential oils, yeah that shit.
"I'm looking at jobs. I figure I need to support you and our baby," I replied but she immediately cut me off and shoved the bottle of oil in my face.
"Nonsense. You are going to rub me down, make sure I don't get any stretch marks and start applying for college. I'm not marrying a bum," Anna said in such a matter of fact tone that pushed me over the edge.
"What? I'm not a bum, I'm trying to support you and our child," I said looking at her incredulously. Perhaps it was being pregnant but Anna hadn't been that rude to me since we started going out. Maybe it was just me, I don't know but I didn't like how she spoke to me.
