Erica's New Family

Chapter 1: "Catching Feelings"

ERICA:

"Yeah, baby. I love that. Feels so good," Jayson grunted, thrusting inside me as deep as he could go.

He leaned down and kissed me, combing his fingers through my hair. I moaned into his mouth, trying not to be too loud because I was worried we might get caught. This early in the morning, his house was completely quiet. The late-summer sunshine was beating down on us through the window. Beads of my boyfriend's sweat were raining down on me. His accelerated movements let me know he was close.

"I'm gonna cum," he whispered after retreating his tongue from my mouth.

"Okay," I nodded. I was about to ask him to pull out, but he already knew to do that on his own.

The sight of Jayson's seven inches when he pulled out of my pussy -- rock hard, wet with precum, in desperate need to unload -- was one of my favorite things in the world. While his dick throbbed, I reached down and used my fingernails to gently scratch his ballsack, just the way he liked. He wrapped his fist around his boner and just a couple of strokes later, he was shooting so powerfully that his cum landed on my tits as well as my neck and my chin.

"Oh yes, baby. Mmm," I moaned, doing my best to keep the noise down while at the same time providing some motivation and encouragement for the 6'2 football player who was in the midst of spraying my naked body with his jizz.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he kept repeating as his orgasm subsided. Once he was done, he leaned down and gave me another kiss, carefully avoiding his own cum on my chin. Reaching down, he fished out a towel from under the bed and used it to wipe his essence off my body; starting with my neck, sliding between my tits, and all the way down to my stomach. When he got to my crotch, he slipped two fingers inside me and offered, "Want me to take care of you next?"

"Okay," I agreed, mostly because I was trying to humor him. The truth was: Jayson had never successfully given me an orgasm. Not with his dick, not with his fingers, not with his tongue. I didn't hold it against him, though. He did his best, and he didn't even know it wasn't working because I kept faking it. There were two reasons why I was reluctant to bring it up.

One: I didn't want to bruise Jayson's ego. He was used to being good at everything he did. He was an excellent wide receiver, and in a few days he would be starting college in Texas on a full-ride athletic scholarship. Unlike some of his friends on the football team, he actually got really good grades. He always dated the prettiest, most popular girls. I was very surprised when he started hitting on me a few months ago. I wasn't some sort of social outcast, but I didn't see myself at the same level as his exes.

Reason two: Not being able to cum with a partner was a source of insecurity for me. I mean, Jayson was perfect -- so surely I was the problem. When we started having sex a few weeks ago, he would eat me out for half an hour to no avail, at which point I would get embarrassed and pretend to finish, thanking him for a job well done.

Now, he spread my legs in his bed and bent down. Just as his tongue was about to make contact... we heard his father walking down the hall.

"Jayson?! Are you up? he asked.

"Shit. Let me get under the bed," I reacted quickly, rolling off the mattress and hiding under my boyfriend's bed. The towel that Jayson had used to wipe his cum off me was down here as well, along with random textbooks, boxers, and socks.

"Dad, I was asleep. What do you want?" Jayson's groaned.

"I'm coming in," his dad Douglas announced, opening the door only a second later. I saw his bare feet and thick calves as he stepped into the room, which reeked of sex. Hopefully he would assume it's just his son's morning musk. "I'm about to go get breakfast. Is there anything you want?" Douglas asked.

"Oh my God, I don't care," Jayson groaned. I felt my face squirm. This was NOT the right thing to say. I didn't know Jayson's dad too well, but I knew he wasn't a man who allowed that kind of attitude.

A moment of silence was followed by Douglas calmly saying, "Let me get this clear: I come here, in MY own house, offering to buy YOU something to eat, and you're gonna talk to me like that?"

"Sorry, sir," Jayson replied. "It won't happen again."

"It better not. This isn't like you. What's going on?"

While Douglas grilled Jayson, I dared to take a peek. Able to see him from the waist down, I realized my boyfriend's dad was standing there in his underwear, a pair of black boxer briefs. I couldn't help but zoom in on his prominent bulge, which suggested Douglas was every bit as hung as his son.

"I was just frustrated," Jayson said, trying to come up with an excuse for his brattiness. "Um, if you have to know... I was masturbating. So I felt irritated when I was interrupted."

Another brief moment of silence ended when Douglas said, "Alright. I'll get you eggs and bacon, then. I'll be back in twenty minutes. That oughta give you enough time to finish up."

I watched him turn around, walk out of the room, and close the door. I waited a few seconds before crawling out and rejoining Jayson on top of the bed.

"You know, we don't need to hide form my dad," my boyfriend said. "You and I are both 18. He would be okay with you sleeping over."

"No," I insisted. "I don't want my mom and my stepdad to find out."

"Where do they think you are now?"

"I told them I'm sleeping over at Leah's," I said. I could always count on my best friend to cover for me. She was currently holding on to my phone, since the only way my mom and her husband let me sleep somewhere else was if I let them track my location for the night.

"Anyway, we have twenty minutes until my dad is back. Let's pick up where we left off," Jayson suggested with a smirk, sliding his hand back between my legs.

"Um, I don't really feel like it right now," I said. "Being interrupted and everything... it kinda killed the mood."

Secretly, I was thankful for the interruption, since it spared from having to fake another orgasm.

"You sure? Okay," Jayson retreated his hand and gave me a kiss instead. "I owe you one."

We made out for a minute, until I stood up and said, "I need to take a shower. And then can you call me an Uber to Leah's house, please?"

"Sure. There's towels in the closet, you know where they are."

I walked into my boyfriend's closet, and the first thing I saw were the two large suitcases lying open and taking up most of the floor. They seemed full of neatly folded polos, hoodies, and jeans. Dozens of empty hangers hung on the racks, giving off a depressing, deserted vibe.

I grabbed a towel, took a quick shower, got dressed, and returned to Jayson's bed. He was still lying there naked, scrolling through his phone.

"You started packing," I pointed out.

"Yeah. I mean, there's less than a week to go," he said.

"I'll miss you," I told him.

"I'll miss you too. Like, a lot," he replied. Putting his phone away, he came to sit closer to me, sighed, and said, "Baby, do you think it's finally time to... have the talk?"

"Talk about what?" I asked, although I already suspected what he was referring to.

"About what we'll do after I leave for college," he said, confirming my suspicions. "We've been avoiding that conversation all summer."

I looked away, too afraid to make eye contact. Jayson was only a few months older than me but he was a full school year ahead. He was about to be a college freshman, and I still had one year of high school left. To make matters worse, he was going 1,547 miles away. I had memorized the exact distance from my house in Pennsylvania to his dorm in Texas,

"I mean, what do you wanna do?" I asked, staring at the outside of the closet door.

"I'd like to stay together, but... baby, it's not gonna be easy. I'm gonna be busy and I won't be able to talk all the time. I mean, FaceTiming and texting is great, but it's not the same as being together in person. Plus there's the time difference, which is gonna make things more difficult."

It was this last comment more than anything that made me feel like Jayson was looking for a way out. Texas was only one hour behind -- why was he bringing it up as if he was moving to the other side of the world?

Although I was sad, I couldn't fully blame him. When we hooked up in the spring, all of my friends advised me against dating a graduating senior. I told myself I would be fine if this turned out to be a summer fling and nothing more. I did end up catching feelings for Jayson, but in the back of my mind I always reminded myself to be careful. Now, maybe the time had come for us to finally break up.

But there was one factor neither of us was aware of. As of a few days ago... I was pregnant.