As they all tried to regain some control of their situations, Michael's eyes stayed glued to the couple on the bed. Paul was coming to his senses, realizing that he had fucked Lynn hard with his full cock and cum in her unprotected womb, something he had been careful never to do before. Lynn was motionless on the bed, eyes closed, mouth partially opened.
"Oh my god," Paul whispered. "Lynn! Lynn! Are you okay?" He held her upper body in his arms and lifted her to him, kissing her face. He heard her suck in her breath as he moved her, and he froze.
"Baby, open your eyes and talk to me. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
Lynn looked up at Paul and gave a faint smile. "Just let me lie here for a minute," she said.
Paul nodded. Lynn sat up. It felt like she had been punched in the stomach or that everything inside her stomach had been rearranged. She tried to get used to the feeling.
"Are you okay?" Paul asked again.
"I'm not sure," she said, with a slight laugh. "I think I just realized what is meant when people talk about pleasure being mixed with pain," she winced as she moved around again.
"Honey, I can't believe I did that. I've never just...just pounded you like that."
She gave him a smile.
"I kinda liked it," she admitted. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Besides, I had it coming, I guess. I was teasing and tormenting you pretty good. I knew you'd reach a breaking point," she giggled.
Paul continued to hold her, while in the meantime, Michael was trying to decide whether to leave or stay and watch some more. He certainly got his release from watching the couple, but something was keeping him there, watching them, watching her. Michael had to admit that there was something about Lynn that was hard for him to shake, although he didn't know exactly what it was. She wasn't like any other girl he knew. It wasn't just a physical attraction. When they had been together in his car and at her house, it was...oh, he didn't know the right word for it. She excited him beyond belief, but it was more than that, too.
He drank his beer and stared at the couple. He loved to watch them. But he would love to have Lynn jump off that bed and run into his arms at that moment. He would love to be the one she trusted and confided in. He would love to be the one making love to her, slowly kissing and caressing her body. He would love to be the one lovingly cleaning her up right now after Paul had ravaged her body.
His mind jerked to attention. What the hell?? How does that work? In one moment, he feels like he's falling in love with her, and in the next he wants to see someone else fucking her? How does that add up? He shook his head to try and remove the image.
'I must be one messed up dude,' Michael thought to himself, draining the beer.
Lynn moved to eased herself to the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling a wetness inside of her. Her eyes widened as the reality sunk in. Paul knew immediately what was going through her mind. They were silent as they stared at each other.
"Paul..." she started.
"Let's don't get ahead of ourselves," Paul said. "We'll just wait and see what happens. I just couldn't help...I'm so sorry, Lynn. I promise it will be okay."
Lynn nodded dumbly and stood up.
Paul reached around her waist and hugged her to him. Lynn's mind was running wild, and her body was trying to recover from the fucking she had just received. Her eyes were wide as she put her arms around Paul's neck. The outdoor utility light formed an image in the window that Lynn was able to recognize. She knew Michael was there. She lifted her fingers off Paul's shoulder in a slight wave.
The next few weeks went by without Michael having an opportunity to see Lynn. He tried to find a reason to see her; even driving past her house to see if he could catch a glimpse of her. He wondered what had happened after that night. Was she pregnant with Paul's child? Would they end up getting married? His mind had gone through all the possible scenarios. He tried to figure out what he was thinking and feeling. Michael knew he loved her the minute she waved at him while Paul held her. What he didn't understand was that if he loved her, how seeing someone fuck her turned him on so damn much. If he loved her, shouldn't he hate to see that?
He was jealous, for sure. He wanted to be there with Lynn. But the thought of watching her with another man was so hot. This was a totally new concept. None of his friends talked about anything like that. Most would kill another man for looking at their girl. And Michael wanted Lynn for his own. But...he couldn't shake the thoughts he was having.
When word got out about another gathering at Paul's, Michael was relieved. He couldn't wait to get there. He didn't know how he was going to find a chance to talk to Lynn alone, but he would figure that out later. He was just glad to finally see her again.
Michael got to Paul's and joined into the gathering of people. He grabbed a beer and scanned the crowd. It didn't take long to find Lynn. She caught his eye immediately. She was beautiful, standing there in a casual dress and cowboy boots. She was talking to some of the girls, but she smiled and walked over to him when she saw him.
"Hey, how are you?" she asked?
"I'm good," he answered, then cautiously asked, "how are you?"
It took her a minute to realize why he asked in such a careful tone of voice.
"Oh!" she said, placing her hands on her stomach instinctively.
"Yeah," she smiled, slightly embarrassed. "Everything's fine, thank goodness. I guess I forgot that you would...wonder."
Michael broke up the awkward silence.
"I wasn't sure you'd be here. I didn't see your car when I pulled in."
"Oh, Paul picked me up this afternoon. My friend, Tammy is taking me home," Lynn pointed to a cute little red head who was dancing to the radio.
Paul seemed busy with everyone else, so Lynn and Michael spent much of the evening just talking and laughing easily together. When Paul finally did come over, he had been drinking heavily, but he pulled Lynn up to her feet and carried her into his house, completely ignoring Michael, and the party went on.
Lynn came out about thirty minutes later. She walked slowly out to the party, standing beside Michael.
"Hey," he said. "Where's Paul?"
"Oh," she gave a half-hearted laugh. "He drank too much. He's asleep for the night."
"Looks like your friend has had too much, too," Michael observed, focusing attention on Tammy.
Lynn sighed, "Yep. I think her keys have already been confiscated."
After a few moments, Michael's racing heart slowed down enough for him to get the courage to speak.
"I can give you a ride home when this is over if you'd like," he offered.
Lynn turned to him.
"Do we have to wait until then?" she asked.
"Uh, well, no, I'll take you home any time you want me to," Michael folded up his chair and the chair Lynn had been sitting in earlier and carried them to the shed. Lynn was already standing by his car when he came back out.
They got in, backed out and started down the road. Michael had the urge to reach over and put his hand on her thigh or take her hand in his. But she wasn't his girl. He tried to make small talk to help keep his mind off his cock, which was growing harder with each passing moment.
"So, Paul had too much to drink?" he asked stupidly.
Lynn nodded and kept her eyes on the road. They drove in silence for a few minutes. This time, Michael did reach over and touch her leg lightly. The material of her dress was soft and warm.
"Hey," he started. "You okay?"
Lynn broke out of her trance.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks for asking. I guess I just got consumed with my thoughts."
