AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You okay?”
She looks up at me like I might be losing my mind. “Yeah, are you alright?”
I just nod. Then go into a speech about how she can tell me anything and it wouldn’t change the way I feel about her. When she continues to deny everything, I finally tell her I know about the baby. She goes white as a ghost and still tries to lie to me.
“You don’t have to lie anymore.” I put my hand on her stomach. Images of it growing full and round has my cock a little hard.
“Gareth, I’m not pregnant.” She says it with a raspy breath that doesn’t convince me at all.
“God damn it, Birdie. We don’t have time…”
“I’m a virgin, Gareth.” She whispers it but it hits the room like a tidal wave.
“What?”
Her statement totally derails my whole train of thought. Or my ability to think for that matter.
“I’m not pregnant you asshole, because I’m,” she whispers again, “a virgin!”
She stands up and shoves my hand away from her stomach.
"I’m a virgin! Unless there is some divine shit going on, I can’t be pregnant. Not even a little bit.”
I sit back on my heels and stare up at her. It takes me a second to work out the ability to speak again. “Oh shit. I’m…I’m…,”
“Sorry?”
That isn’t really the word I was thinking of. If she had been pregnant, I would have taken care of her and the baby. But now…now there’s no baby. And I’m feeling a little let down truthfully. I was ready to be a daddy.
Of course, there is another way. A way that she would stay with me and I could take care of her…and a baby. I can do that…if I knock her up myself.
She’s a virgin. “You’re a virgin.”
“Yes. We’ve established that.”
“You’ve never…,” things start coming to me. Things like last night in the shower and this morning in bed. “I was the first man you’ve been naked with.”
Her eyes widen, “Damn it, Gareth! What…?”
I interrupt her, “I’m the first man who's seen you naked. Say it.”
“I’m not answering that.” Not that it is a question. I already know.
I capture her before she can walk away from me. “Tell me, Birdie, tell me I’m the only one.”
I pull her into my arms and look into her eyes…and wait.
“Yes, okay. You are the only man whose...,” She doesn’t look at me but at my chest, “who I’ve been naked with, the only man I’ve slept with, the only one I’ve, um, well…you-know-what with.”
She mentions this morning when I made her cum. I have to close my eyes at the memory. “You’ve never even been kissed. Have you?”
She doesn’t need to answer me. I know. I can tell by how shocked she was when I did it to her, how I had to tell her to open her mouth for me.
Even now she’s blushing as she answers, “You know I haven’t. You had to, um, teach me the mouth part.”
I start walking her backward even as I keep my hands on her hips. When she bumps into a side table and jostles the things on top of it, she finally realizes what I’ve been doing. But as innocent as she is, I bet she doesn’t understand why I’m doing it. Time to expand Birdie’s lessons.
I use my forearm to sweep shit off of it and into the floor. Her little mouth pops open at my destructiveness. But nothing on that table is as important as Birdie. I take her by the hips and lift her to the top of the table. My mouth is on hers before she can say anything.
