Birthday Pool Party

Hey guys, here's Chapter 58! I hope you enjoy it. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. I upload revisions all the time, and I will correct any errors that are pointed out to me. Just make sure to be specific so that I can find what you're talking about.

I hope this chapter is a fun one. Sorry it took so long! I plan to start Chapter 59 right away rather than switch back to Love in the Balance. As much as I love this story, I'm excited that the epilogue is fast approaching. Thank you again to everyone who has stuck with the story this far!

Please note that this story is a work of fiction. I might use parody names for pop culture references: including songs, books, movies, and celebrities. However, they are not meant to accurately represent the real people or media. This is a fictional universe. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

~Ian~

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" the judge asks after reading a form filled out by the Foreman.

"We have, Your Honor," the Foreman replies. "We find the defendant, Keith Strulk, not guilty."

Stephanie tenses beside me, her hand squeezing mine as Kelsey screams and passes out. Steven has an arm around Kayla and Lexi, who are both sobbing into his shoulders. Both of Lexi's siblings looked stunned, and Marcia has her hands over her mouth as her eyes widen in shock. Ashley looks like she's ready to kill and is completely ignoring Josh's attempts to console her.

Keith slowly turns his head, a haughty smirk adorning his features. The sight of Lexi and Kayla crying seems to bring him great amusement. Then his gaze lands on Stephanie. She lets out a breath, pressing herself against me. I wrap an arm around her shoulders protectively, wishing for the ability to do more.

My head jerks up as I hear a groan and a scream. Or maybe a scream and a groan. The police are dragging Lexi away, covered in blood. Is she hurt? She's screaming. Most of the blood is running down her chin, her eyes are wild as she struggles against the two officers.

"Rot in Hell, you fucking bastard!" Lexi's spewing spittle at the crumpled, bloody form of Keith on the ground.

The scene changes and I'm laying in bed holding Stephanie as she cries and shakes. Her parents are constantly fighting, local gang activity is surging, and the news of Kelsey's death is pushing my girlfriend over the edge. I'm trying to be supportive, but everything just keeps getting worse and worse.

Now we're in my room while Stephanie screams into the phone. Lexi has been committed, unfit to stand trial. Nicole spends all her time at the ward, trying to coax Lexi out of the fugue she's in. Lexi only responds when Steven visits, but even then only to cry that he can't see her this way. Eventually, he stops coming as it only drives her to harm herself. Kayla is spiraling, despite the efforts of Hazel, Marcia, and Ashley. Our ex-girlfriend is disappearing for days at a time, returning in torn clothes with the smell of alcohol on her breath.

Stephanie and I are at MIT, standing outside in a quiet corner as we argue in hushed voices. She wants to go home. Kayla's getting worse. At first she was just going to parties and spreading her legs for every guy in the place. Now she's on suspension for getting caught having sex with a professor in his office.

It's over. I'm single. Convincing Stephanie not to return to Ashwood was a huge mistake. Kayla's been going to raves, parties heavy with gang activity and drug use. There are videos of Kayla having sex all over the internet. Lexi is still undergoing therapy, but what I hear is that she just rocks back-and-forth and cries.

I wake up with a gasp, my eyes opening to look up at the unfamiliar ceiling. It takes a few moments for my sleep-addled brain to separate my nightmare from reality. Just a dream. Just a dream. It's Saturday, the day after graduation. Kayla is still at her graduation party and Keith is in jail. The trial hasn't even happened yet. Stephanie is safe, too. I'm with her right now, at her mom's apartment.

I can feel Stephanie's body against mine. Her head is resting on my chest and her arm is around my waist. She's safe. Her body is warm against me, her breathing soft and steady. One of Stephanie's long legs is draped over mine and she seems completely relaxed.

Amazing memories from last night play in my mind as I realize Stephanie is naked. We're at her mother's house because her father is absolutely against me spending the night. Her mom isn't too enthused with the idea, but she's allowing it because of everything Stephanie's been through. The awkward tension in the air is tough for me, but it's so worth it.

I've woken from a nightmare and feel like I'm now in a wonderful dream. I'm actually laying in bed with a naked woman draped over me. It's hard to believe I was a virgin just a few months ago, expecting to retain that status for a very long time. Finding the courage to ask Kayla out has really changed the trajectory of my life.

"You okay?" Stephanie mumbles, jerking me out of my ruminations.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay," I say slowly. "Just a bad dream."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" she offers, sitting up and brushing her raven hair out of her face.

I don't respond right away. The blanket is now around Stephanie's waist, exposing her large, beautiful breasts. There was a time where I wondered if seeing boobs would eventually get old. Now I have my answer; nope, they'll be mesmerizing for the rest of my life. I know there are some who think a woman's breasts are just for feeding babies, but the science disagrees. Humans are the only primates with engorged breasts all the time, not just while breastfeeding. So, yes, they are for nursing, but they are also for attracting a mate. And I am very, very attracted.

"Hey!" Stephanie exclaims, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Eyes up here."

"Sorry," I blush slightly as I look up into her sparkling brown eyes.

"I guess the dream couldn't have been that bad," she comments, making no effort to cover herself.

"It was, but your boobs are magic," I reply with a smirk.

"Mm, they really are," Stephanie purrs, running her fingertips along her chest, just above her breasts. "How about you tell me about your nightmare, then maybe I can come up with a way to make you feel better?"

"Keith was found not guilty," I state plainly.

"Oh," she winces, biting her lower lip as the mood changes.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up," I let out a breath.

"No, it's okay," Stephanie replies, shaking her head. "He raped me. There's going to be a trial, and it's going to be a big deal. What else happened?"

"Things just got worse and worse," I explain. "For Kelsey, for Lexi. For Kayla. It got really bad, let's just leave it at that. And I felt helpless, not able to do anything for either of you."

"You're here for me, and your support will help me get through this," she insists, leaning forward to kiss me. "Are you feeling guilty about Kayla?"

"Yes," I confirm, nodding. "I know we both have to come back here for the trial, but I still feel like we're abandoning her."

"Kayla has a lot of people in her life to support her," Stephanie shrugs. "I miss her, but I really think the breakup is for the best. Let's face it, Kayla would choose her father and friends over us without a second thought."

"It's not a competition," I reason.

"I love Kayla, but her relationship with her father isn't healthy," she continues. "I was mostly okay with it, but I think it's not just sex; Kayla is never going to leave him. Never going to leave that house. I'm still her friend, and I want to help her through the trial, but it's a good thing you and I are getting away from all this. We'll have a fresh start in Massachusetts."

"You're right," I nod slowly. "The break will be good for us, and maybe we can find each other in the future. Either way, that asshole Keith is NOT going to get away with what he did."

"Damn straight," Stephanie smiles. "And remember, he doesn't even have a cock anymore."

"That's true," I smirk.

"Fortunately, my very sexy boyfriend doesn't have that issue," she giggles, her hand sliding beneath the covers until her fingers wrap around my thickness. "Oh! I think someone is happy to see me."

"I'm always happy to see you," I tell her sincerely.

"Thanks, but I was talking about Ian Junior this time," Stephanie winks as she starts stroking me under the blanket.

"I-I'm Ian Junior," I stammer as her fingers massage my balls before she resumes giving me a handjob. "Since my dad is also named Ian."

"Ian?" she looks at me seriously as her thumb brushes my tip.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Shut up and enjoy," Stephanie advises.

"Yeah, that sounds smart," I agree with a nod.

Still laughing, Stephanie ducks her head beneath the comforter and wastes no time wrapping her lips around me. I gasp softly, still amazed by the feeling. Stephanie starts moving her head up and down while her hand massages my balls. As often as I used to fantasize about blowjobs, I must admit they are better than I ever imagined possible.

After using her mouth on me for a couple minutes, Stephanie throws the blanket back, fully exposing us both. With absolute confidence, Stephanie straddles me and looks down at me with a sultry expression. Reaching between us, she strokes me several times while aiming me at her entrance. Her eyelids flutter as she lowers herself onto me, a small gasp escaping her lips.

I'm having sex. It's still completely unbelievable to me that my penis is currently nestled in the velvet warmth of a tight vagina. I'm nerdy Ian, the lonely loser. Yet, I'm somehow looking up at a gorgeous woman as she claws at my chest while her hips undulate in my lap. I grip her hips tightly, watching her beautiful body. The most amazing expressions cross her face, and I'm enthralled by the sight of her large, wobbling breasts.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Stephanie pants, her hands at the back of her head, running through her raven locks.

Stephanie starts bouncing in my lap as my hands slide up her body until I'm holding her boobs. They look so firm, but are still squishy in my hands. She moans when I squeeze her breasts, her hard nipples pressing into my palms. Stephanie whispers my name as she slides a hand between her legs to rub herself.

I can feel her tight tunnel gripping me, spasms in her vaginal walls indicating an impending climax. Her moaning grows more intense as she rubs her clitoris. Stephanie soon takes me all the way inside her, her face tensing as she makes the most adorable groans and moans.

When her orgasm subsides, Stephanie leans over me, putting her dangling boobs in my face. I cup her breasts in my hands so I can kiss and lick all over her cleavage. She feels so good, her body is amazing. I slide my hands down so I can squeeze her butt. It takes a couple of tries, but I eventually get my mouth on a swinging boob so I can suck on her nipple.

"Stephanie!" I gasp against her breast as my release approaches.

"Cum for me, baby," Stephanie begs as she undulates on top of me. "Fill my pussy. Give me all that hot cum."

I explode. Even my toes are tingling as my testicles eject their entire contents into Stephanie's body. She moans and shudders, her vaginal muscles squeezing me, milking me. It's indescribable. It's heavenly. And I truly can't believe it's happening to me.

We lay in bed cuddling, both of us glowing in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Guilt over Kayla fills me, but I push it away as I run my fingers through Stephanie's hair. It's only five in the morning, so we decide to get another hour of rest before having breakfast. I do miss Kayla, but I love that I don't have to share Stephanie with anyone. Stephanie loves her parents, but it's not the same as what's between Kayla and Steven.

~Steven~

"Should we really be getting a new bed first?" I ask my wife as we walk through the furniture store. "The house is basically empty and we already have a bed."

"Mansion. It's not a house, it's a mansion," Aria laughs, looking so beautiful in tight jeans and a t-shirt. Her raven hair is in an elegant braid down her back. "I still can't believe we live in a mansion. I never imagined we'd end up being so wealthy."

"Neither did I, but you didn't answer the question," I laugh.

We finally have our forever home. I'm still reeling from the cost, which is one of the reasons a lot of the rooms are currently empty. Kayla loves playing in them with her friends, so we're not in a rush to get a ton of furniture. Although, we do hope to start looking into adoption soon. Ideally, a child a couple years younger than Kayla, and a baby. It's time to complete our family.

Kayla is currently at Ashley's house, along with Marcia and Hazel. The four girls are probably running around the place, trailed by Ashley's baby sister. I sympathize, but the crazy group is usually with us, so Ashley's parents can survive for a little while. At least the girls don't have water balloons this time.

"That mattress is older than Kayla, we need a new bed," Aria insists. "We can afford a mansion, I'm not sleeping on a mattress with springs poking out of it!"

"It's only been like that for a couple of days. Because of you, I might add," I playfully retort. "I seem to remember an incredibly sexy woman begging to be fucked harder, even after we heard the first couple of springs snap."

"She sounds fun," Aria blushes and presses herself against me as an older couple walking by turn their heads to look at us after hearing me.

"She is," I agree with a nod, wrapping an arm around her waist as I kiss her temple. "She's fun and smart and beautiful. She's the mother of my daughter and my soul mate."

"Mm, I love you," Aria sighs happily, her hand on my stomach. "But, seriously baby, we need a new bed."

"We could just get a new mattress," I suggest.

"A full-size bed looks ridiculous in that giant bedroom," she rolls her eyes. "We should get a really nice bed we can have the rest of our lives. A bed we can have gross, ninety-year-old sex in."

"I'm sold," I chuckle.

The store ends up having a very large selection of beds and mattresses. Everyone loves a good night sleep, so we're able to agree on a very nice mattress fairly quickly. We just need to pick the bed it's going on so we can get a size. Aria immediately discards queen, since it's barely bigger than full. I like the king size mattress, but apparently even that's not big enough. I don't know why, it's not like there will ever be more than two people in the bed, right?

"Oh, I love this one!" Aria gushes when we approach a massive bed.

"A four-poster bed?" I frown, holding her hand tightly. "Do we really need one this big?"

"Yes!" she grins enthusiastically. "Just think of the amazing memories we can make in this huge bed."

"That does sound nice," I admit. "Still, I don't know."

"Just imagine me naked on it," Aria suggests. "Here, I'll help."

Aria confidently walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge. Giving me a sexy wink, she scoots back so she can get up on her knees. My eyes drift down to the small amount of cleavage revealed by her v-neck t-shirt. Raising one hand, she seductively crooks her finger, indicating for me to join her.

"It is a nice bed," I admit, sitting beside her.

"We can get it delivered today," Aria whispers in my ear. "If we do, I'll wear something extra sexy tonight."

"What did you have in mind?" I ask.

"Hm, I'm not sure," she taps her chin thoughtfully. "I wanna look extra slutty for you. My nurse outfit? Schoolgirl? Pirate? Librarian? I love wearing those glasses. Maid? Cheerleader? Cheerleader's a fun one, I can do a cheer for your big cock."

"They all sound nice," I grin.

"You like the little tie around my neck when I wear my sailor costume," Aria reminds me. "The cowgirl and cop costumes are fun, too. Oh, how about the flight attendant? I haven't worn that one in awhile."

"Yes, please," I mumble weakly.

"Great, thanks!" she declares, hopping off the bed and walking to the salesman. "We'd like this one, please."

"Wait, I didn't agree to this one!" I snap out of my lust-filled daze. "Shit, how did you do that?"

We pay for the bed before leaving to pick up Kayla. The three of us return home and eat dinner while the massive bed is being set up. It's almost Kayla's bedtime when they're finished, but we still take our daughter into the master bedroom to show her the big bed. Kayla happily helps us put the sheets and pillows on our new bed.

"What do you think, Kay-Kay?" Aria asks.

"I like it, it's big!" Kayla giggles, bouncing slightly on the bed.

"It is really nice," I admit while resting my hand on one of the bedposts. "Although, I still don't understand why the covers need a cover."

"It's a duvet," Aria crosses her arms over her chest. "It's there to look nice."

"Just like the decorative pillows?" I snort.

"How many times are we going to have this conversation?" Aria asks.

"How are they even pillow if you aren't supposed to put your head on them?" I argue. "That's the point of pillows!"

"They make the bed look nice!" Kayla chimes in.

"Girls stick together," Aria nods approvingly, offering Kayla a high-five.

"Yeah!" Kayla giggles, giving her mother a high-five. "Girls rule!"

"And boys drool," Aria adds.

Our nighttime routine is fairly standard, and we're soon laying in bed with our daughter. Kayla is nestled between us as Aria and I each hold one side of a book so we can read. It doesn't take long for Kayla to drift off to sleep. We kiss our daughter and make sure she's tucked in before returning to the master bedroom.

Aria is in a mood as she pulls me into a kiss as soon as I lock the bedroom door. We kiss for several minutes while I grope her boobs and butt. Then she tells me to put on some music while she gets changed in the bathroom. I put on some soft music before pulling off the cover-duvet thing and the decorative pillows. Laying in bed in just my boxer briefs, I look eagerly toward the master bathroom.

The door opens and the sexiest woman in the world struts out. Aria's flight attendant costume consists of a pencil dress with gold trim and gold buttons. The dress has a plunging collar to show off her cleavage, and there's an image of flight wings at the bottom of the dress. She's wearing a gold belt and a black-and-gold bow tie. The hat is black with a copy of the flight wings image on it. Black heels complete the look.

"Good evening, sir," Aria purrs, standing in the middle of the room while I sit up to admire her. "My name is Aria, and I'll be your flight attendant for this trip. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make this an enjoyable flight."

"Well," I begin carefully as I sit on the edge of the bed and rest my feet on the floor, "I'm kind of nervous being on a plane. Do you know of any way to help me relax?"

"I certainly don't want you to be stressed during your flight, hm," she taps her chin thoughtfully. "I don't know if it will help, but I've heard getting a blowjob can be very relaxing for guys."

"Do you think you could help me out?" I ask, getting to my feet.

"I'd love to give you a blowjob, sir," Aria grins, walking up to me and placing her hands on my chest. "Nothing makes me happier than to please my passengers. Well, almost nothing."

"What makes you even happier?" I smirk, knowing where this is going.

"Having a throbbing dick rammed down my throat," she states, dropping to her knees.

With a yank, Aria pulls my underwear down to my feet. I step out of it as she grabs my erection and starts stroking. Aria's body is perfect, but there is something extra sexy about seeing her in one of these outfits. The little hat looks great on her as she leans in and takes me into her mouth.