Kira Kesey
(Six weeks later)
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Finally being able to catch my breath, I lay by the toilet after the last wave of vomit had passed.
I found it alarming on many levels, as normally I was able to keep my food down. But for the last twelve hours, nothing sat well. Not to mention being a little over a week late for my period.
I was pretty scared. But luckily the answer was in the plastic bag I'd picked up from the drug store, so it was time to find out the truth.
I went back into my room after washing my face, then got the pregnancy test. I followed the instructions and pissed on the stick, then waited with the bathroom door locked.
Thankfully, Mom was out with a friend today, but I was still scared.
Main reason? Jack wasn't and hadn't been around since our little fiasco with Daffney that night. I'd tried to reach out to him last week, but he never answered. While I was still pissed off at him, I still loved him. But if he was to be the father of our child, he'd have to come back to me. Fair was fair.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally gazed down at the test laying on the sink.
I shook as I picked it up to look at it.
I squinted.
There it was...
...
... just one pink line.
I breathed a sigh of relief, almost laughing.
I wasn't pregnant.
Then I chalked up my sickness and delay of my cycle to stress. I was missing Jack. Everything about him. I really wanted him back.
So I once again left the bathroom and went for the phone in my bedroom.
I dialed Jack's number.
Finally there was an answer.
"Hello?" said the female voice.
It was Daffney.
"Hi," I greeted, pissed all over again.
"Kira?" Daffney replied. "Hey..."
"Is Jack there?" I asked.
"He's writing right now, why?"
"He's writing..." I echoed. "Okay... well... I wanted to talk to him."
"Why?" Daffney asked, annoyed in her tone. "You HURT him, Kira..."
I sighed, already not liking her attitude. "Look, if you two are a couple-?"
"We ARE," Daffney replied, her tone smug. "And NO, you won't get him BACK. Not from me."
"What makes you think he'll not leave you on your ass??" I snapped. "I don't buy that you're in love with him, anyway, Daffney."
"Fuck YOU!" Daffney scoffed, laughing now. "I KNOW how to treat him, how to love him... and oh yeah! And how to SATISFY him. I get him in bed at least twice a day, so what the fuck do YOU know?"
I grinded my teeth, seething. THIS bitch.
"LOOK." I began. "I don't BUY your Legs Wide Open act. Your track record isn't any better than mine, so don't EVEN go there."
"Says the bitch who got on Jansen's cock once Jack went away!"
I groaned in frustration.
She was right. But she didn't have the near lifelong connection Jack and I had.
"He'll be back," I replied quietly, nodding. "He'll be back to fill me up, so enjoy the taste of my pussy on him."
Daffney laughed. "I've HAD your pussy. And I tasted you on him. He don't want ANY pussy but mine..."
"I'm just amazed he hasn't fallen IN yet!" I yelled.
Daffney hung up.
***
I drove out to Jack's house. I knew Daffney would be there but I didn't give a shit. If she wanted her ass kicked again then it'd be a flat out pleasure to fuck her pretty face up.
I knew how to win Jack back, though.
I walked up to his door and knocked.
Silence passed until I heard the locks unshift.
He opened the door, and a look of mild shock was in his expression.
"H-Hi..." he said quietly, still trying to hold his black towel around his waist. He'd been fresh from the shower, as his hair was combed back and dripping. His chest glistened.
He looked fucking delicious.
But I had to focus before I let my pants get wet.
"Hi," I greeted. "Bad time?"
"N-no. Come in."
He held the door open and I walked in. When I saw his living room, I already saw Daffney's purple lace panties on the ground by the couch. The smell of his body wash mixed in with the smell of recent sex hung in the air.
I fought back the urge to scream.
I calmly sat on the love seat while he sat on the couch nearest to me. He picked up Daffney's undies and tossed them off to the side, now turning to look at me.
"So, uh.. it's been a while," he quietly began looking my way. His expression looked sad, but held a little smile. His green eyes shone in the light of the lamp. "Have you been okay?"
I sighed, crossing my legs and letting my skirt ride up so that one bare ass cheek was almost visible.
I'd gone commando, and had shaved.
"Not really," I said. I then looked up and saw Daffney stroll in, also fresh from the shower and in a baby pink tank top and her black booty shorts. As she walked by, I saw the glittery red heart on her ass. She glared at me as she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs.
"Kira.." she greeted in a cold tone. She refused to look at me.
"Daff."
Jack took a seat on the couch next to Daffney, placing a hand on her bare thigh and massaging it. Daffney laid back facing him, setting her feet on his crotch, covered by the couch.
"Just got done having sex in the shower?" I said, snickering.
Jack covered his face in his hands.
"Yeah?" Daffney laughed, rolling her eyes. "Three times, what of it?"
"Girls..." Jack sighed, his face still in his hands. "PLEASE don't..."
"Just was curious," I said, looking at Daff's toes beginning to massage Jack's crotch.
"SURE." Daffney said, sneering at me as she eyed me up and down. "What's with your get up? You looking to flash your shit to my man tonight? 'Cause he's all tapped out after tonight, sweetie."
Jack moaned in embarrassment. "Daffs..."
"Yes, baby?"