Momma's Pregnant

Courtney and Phillip started a relationship after about two weeks of hooking up. They'd do it in his car during lunchbreak, once in Courtney's car and eventually upgraded to Phillip's apartment. 35 and living in a studio apartment, apparently all he could afford after his divorce. She liked him enough though. He was funny, he was nice and would go out of his way to do things for her without being asked. And he was dominant, something Courtney really enjoyed about him. He introduced her to bondage in bed and a little bit of choking per her request. They hadn't done too much so far, he wanted to take it slow since she was still pretty new to it all. He started with a simple blindfold at first, then graduated to her hands tied behind her back while blindfolded. Next time they were going to try gagging her.

She was admittedly nervous at first, but she trusted Phillip. He gave her no reason not to, he would even pause and make sure she was still okay. She liked that he still had a tenderness while being harsh with her in bed. And she was looking forward to tonight when she got to spend the night with him again. Her overnight bag sat in her car so she could follow him home after work.

Corey was still seeing Camille and she had slept over a few more times over the weekend. The mother and son made it a habit of letting her watch through the door and Camille hadn't caught on. And every time Corey was finished with his girlfriend, he would wait for her to fall asleep and then creep into his mom's room where she was waiting for him. Watching the two teens get it on made her an aching hot mess and she would find relief in Corey coming into her room at night and giving her his attention. He didn't want to exclude her, he knew it'd make her sad. But he thought it was hot having his mom peek at him and Camille. If anything it made him perform better knowing that his mom was watching, almost like he was showing off. Camille did at least notice that their sex was different when they'd do it at Corey's house vs her family's home. But she chalked it up to him being more comfortable at home.

Courtney was sitting at her desk trying to steady her breathing because she was feeling nauseous for the sixth time today. All week she'd been waking up sick and peeing a lot. It felt like every ten minutes she'd have to walk back to the bathroom just to pee again. Phillip made sure to come in and check on her every now and then, which was nice. He'd come with a tums in hand or an aspirin. He was a good boyfriend so far. Courtney grabs the trash bin under her desk and holds it in her lap because she could feel it about to come up. Her mouth began to water and she braced for impact. In no time, another round of burning throw up pours out of her for the seventh time. It was all stomach acid at this point, she had absolutely nothing left in her system. Even the water she drank eventually came back up and it made Phillip worry. She groans and spits the leftover residue and grabs a tissue to wipe her mouth and chin.

There was a gentle knock on the wall but she didn't have to turn around to know it was Phillip. He rubs her shoulder and she leans her head against his arm for comfort. He frowns. "You should probably make a doctor's appointment, babe. You've been like this all week."

She sighs and rubs her head. "Yeah, I probably should." She was hoping she'd be better by now and that it'd go away on its own, but if anything she was getting worse.

He pulls a tic tac box out of his pocket and rattles it around to offer her some. She takes it and pops four. He tucks the box back into his pocket and strokes her hair. "I can go with you if it makes you feel better." Phillip was attentive, since they started dating he was showing a side of himself Courtney had never pegged him for and she thought it was sweet.

"That'd be nice." She kisses his arm.

Phillip smiles and wraps his arms around her. "Let me take care of you this weekend. I'll bring you soup, meds, and a nice massage?" He kisses her head. "I'll be your little World War nurse and you'll be my wounded soldier."

Courtney laughs. "Did World War soldiers get massages?"

"I'll be sure to ask my granddad the next time I visit his cemetery plot." He grins. She laughs again and coos happily when he plants kisses on the back of her neck. "I'll see you when it's time to go." He squeezes her tight then leaves back to his desk.

There were only a couple of hours left in the workday so she went ahead and made the appointment for Monday morning. Hopefully the doctor could find what was wrong with her. Throwing up constantly was the worst of it, but she'd feel tired and dizzy throughout the day and food began to taste different but she hadn't been running a fever at all. Whatever she had didn't seem to be contagious because neither Corey or Phillip were getting sick. She'd been treating her nausea by smoking weed whenever she could and she stopped trying to hide it from Corey. He didn't really care. Corey didn't smoke, he couldn't because of baseball. If he tested positive for anything he was out.

Right now Corey was on his way to pick up Camille from her roller derby practice and they'd go out to eat afterwards. So far their relationship was going great, ignoring the fact that he was cheating on her with his own mom. The other girls on her team were becoming accustomed to Corey now that he'd been coming around more often, except one. Her name was Janet, she was the equipment manager for the team and also Camille's ex-girlfriend. They dated a little over two years and only broke up this year, a few months before she met Corey.

Janet couldn't stand him, she thought he was a cocky spoiled brat that didn't deserve Camille. She of course was offended Camille started dating a man, but out of all men she could have picked, Corey is what she considered the worst possible choice. Janet was awkward and lanky in build, much taller than most girls and seemed uncomfortable in her own body. She was standoffish and mostly antisocial, mostly keeping to herself if she wasn't around Camille. She had acne scars and a retainer that made her spit while she spoke, which is probably why she didn't talk much. Her hair was long and usually sweaty. She was the classic cliche man hating lesbian that was still in love with her ex. The girls had been friends since middle school and Janet was in love with Camille the whole time. Their friendship eventually blossomed from sleepover makeouts into Camille's first sexual experience, then eventually Camille's first girlfriend. And even though they were broken up, Camille still considered Janet to be her best friend.

Corey pulls into the parking lot of the rec center then makes his way to where they practiced. The girls were finishing up putting everything away and taking off their gear. Corey scans the room until he spots Camille zipping up her duffle bag and talking with her teammates. She was changed into her fresh after practice clothes but her hair was still damp from the sweat. She had a tissue shoved up her nostril that was clogging her bloody nose. Every other game or practice Camille was coming home with some type of injury or a new battle scar.

He had brought a large bottle of her favorite flavor of energy drink and had it in hand as he approached her. "Hey hot wheels." He grins down at her. Janet rolls her eyes as she locks up the equipment closet.

Camille smiles and stands to hug him. He doesn't mind the sweat and kisses her sticky cheek. "Hey baby!" She purrs. "Thank God!" She quickly takes the drink out of his hand and pops the lid open to chug it down. Corey chuckles as he watches her down at least half the bottle. She lets out a hardy burp then excuses herself.

He lifts up her chin to get a better look at her nose. "Bloody nose again, huh?"

She smiles proudly. "Yup! Didn't bite my tongue this time." Camille double checks that all her skating gear was in her bag then Corey slings it over his shoulder to carry it for her. Janet scowls in his direction. She used to carry Camille's bags after practice, and she didn't show off about it like he did. She thought everything he did was performative and she wasn't buying it. Camille grabs Corey's hand to stop him from walking out. "Can Janet come eat with us??"

Janet is caught off guard, she never asked to join them. She did however ask Camille if she wanted to grab dinner together after practice but when Camille told her she already made plans with Corey, she retracted her offer. She didn't expect her to invite her to third wheel on their date. Corey seemed just as surprised. He looks to Camille then at Janet. He didn't like her much either. He thought she was just bitter because he was dating her ex and he didn't like that the two were still so close. The two had an unspoken mutual disdain for each other. If one of them complained about the other to Camille they knew it would just make her upset. So they hated one another in silence and communicated their jealousy through glares and side eyeing.

Corey smiles wide at the both of them. "Sure." His agreeing earns him a quick peck on the lips from Camille. He makes sure that Janet sees but she pretends like she doesn't. She follows behind them to the parking lot in silence while the two talk on the way. Corey had his hand on the small of Camille's back and kept his arm around her while walking just to flaunt.

He opens the car door for Camille and she happily climbs in and calls out to Janet. "Just follow us! We're gonna check out this new place." She waves her fingers as a goodbye and Corey closes the door for her.

"Try and keep up." He wears a shit-eating grin, mocking Janet's shitty car compared to the newer one Corey's dad got him when he turned eighteen. She was sporting a beat up white and rusted 1993 Ford Aspire that was practically falling apart with over three hundred thousand miles racked up on it. Corey on the other hand had a brand new blue and polished 2020 Chevrolet Camaro, and he had just taken it in to get detailed this morning.

Janet angrily slams her door and it takes a few tries to get the car started. She knew Corey felt all big and smug as he revved his engine needlessly loud and burned rubber out of the parking lot. "Fucking asshole..." She grumbles and follows behind his douche bag car.

He intentionally lost her on the road a few times so they could reach the restaurant first before her, not just to piss her off but to get more alone time with Camille before she came back. The two were pressed up against his car and making out when Janet eventually arrived. His hands cupped her firm ass and she kept her arms wrapped around his neck, having to step on her toes to reach his height. But she pulls away when she hears Janet close her door. She wipes her mouth before speaking. "You made it!"

"Finally." Corey adds, putting his hand on Camille's hip. Janet says nothing and blows her stringy hair out of her face. All three of them head inside but have to wait for their table. The place was packed and a lot of people were waiting already but Corey was smart enough to have made a reservation when Camille first mentioned she wanted to try the place. Camille swung herself back and forth on her heels and kept hold of Corey's hand and he swung their arms to her rhythm. "You're hyper." He twirls her then pulls her close to him.

She laughs and leans into his embrace. "You're the one that gave me the energy drink." She sticks her tongue out at him but then notices Janet was putting more distance between them. She thinks of what to say to include her. "Hey- you know, Janet helped design our new team logo!" Camille beams and goes over to Janet and locks their arms. "Our new shirts come in next week!" She nudges Janet to say something.

Janet sighs and clears her throat. "Yeah. Designed and paid for them too." Camille frowns. It was obvious that Janet wasn't happy to be the third wheel, but she just didn't want to make her feel left out and had clearly failed at that. Janet sees Camille's expression and sighs again, this time standing up more straight. She'd entertain the conversation for her sake, not because she actually wanted to talk to Corey. "Their logo hadn't been updated in a few years. It was long overdue..." She leaves it at that.

Corey nods, playing along like he was interested. "Bet it'll look great." He steps close to the two girls and curls a strand of Camille's green hair around his finger. "But then again she makes whatever she wears look great." Camille playfully elbows his side before leaning up to kiss him again. Janet unlinks their arms and looks away, then is relieved when the host comes up to lead them to their table.

Dinner went about as expected, Camille forcing conversation out of Janet to include her and being oblivious to the rivalry, Corey flirting with Camille and making snarky remarks at Janet's expense throughout the night that are dismissed by Camille as just teasing and Janet only speaking when she had to and trying to explode Corey with her mind. Camille and Corey split something vegan, he didn't exactly know what it was but he'd been trying vegan foods since dating Camille and he didn't really mind it. And his girlfriend was more than happy that he was trying new things with her and for her. Janet ordered just a salad that she picked at, seeing the two's PDA made her lose her appetite. Then to top it all off, Corey covers the whole bill despite Janet offering to pay her half just to make her feel even more small. Camille thought he was such a gentleman but Janet thought he was scum.

All three of them were about to head out but Camille was caught up talking to one of the waitresses that she had classes with so Janet and Corey linger outside by the front of the building to wait for her. The line that was once going out the door was now gone, leaving just the two alone. Corey had his back leaned against the wall while he scrolled on his phone and Janet paced back and forth, working up the guts to say something to him while she had the chance.

She swallows and takes a deep breath before sharply turning in his direction. "You don't even fucking know her!" Her words come out louder than she anticipated. It didn't startle Corey but it did make him look at her like she was crazy.

"What?" He half smiles and puts his phone away, genuinely having no clue what the fuck she was on about.

"Camille! You don't even know her half as much as I do, and you act soooo fucking cocky like you do." He could see it in her eyes that she was actually pissed, but to him that made it even funnier. His slick grin made her blood boil and she got more in his face. "I've known her since she was fifteen! She met you like a month ago! You know nothing about her!"

Corey lets her finish yelling and nods along to what she says. "Yeah, you got me there." He shrugs. "You've known her longer than I have, but I know some things about her." He takes a step closer to her, leaving only a few inches between them.

Janet scoffs at him. "Yeah? Like what?"

He shoves Janet against the wall and leans in towards her neck to speak, putting his arms up on the wall on each side of her so that she's trapped. "I know that she got tired of your plastic toy and wanted the real thing." He spoke low and his lips grazed Janet's ear. She avoids meeting his eyes and turns her head away, all the confidence she once had when confronting him now gone. "I know what it actually feels like to be inside her." He grins, watching her trying to mask her panic. She gulps. "How wet and tight she is... And how she squeezes me even tighter when she cums. Bet you don't know what the back of her throat feels like either, huh?" The sound of familiar footsteps snaps him away. He pushes himself off her and backs away to greet Camille. "Hey! Was just saying bye to Janet." The sinister look he had was replaced with an unassuming charming smile.

Camille beams at them both and pulls Janet into a tight hug. "I'll text you!" Janet says nothing but she hugs Camille back just as tight. Corey wiggles his fingers at Janet the same way Camille would do to her then winks. Janet pulls away, grumbles a goodbye then marches back to her car. It takes another couple more tries to get it started and this only pisses her off more. Once she finally gets the car working she speeds out of there before Camille and Corey even had their seatbelts on. Camille noticed the rush and her brows furrowed. "Is she okay?"

Corey shrugs with a faint smirk on his face. "I'm sure she's fine." They rode back to Corey's place for Camille to stay the weekend while his mom stayed with her boyfriend.

Phillip and Courtney had been at his apartment for a few hours now. He let her take a small nap when they arrived but now they were both in bed smoking from Phil's bong he had since college, probably not cleaned since college either. Smoking was the only thing that made her stop feeling so sick, so Phillip made sure to get her an ounce for the weekend. She took another bong rip before placing it on his nightstand then scooching over to lie her head down in his lap. Phillip brushes her hair with his fingers and studies her face. Her eyes were glossed over and red and she was more pale than usual, she had been all week. She already had taken her makeup off but Phillip thought she was stunning with or without it. He loved the way she looked after waking up with her hair all messy, he couldn't keep his hands off her in the mornings.

Courtney smiles up at him and feels at his stubble. "You picking at your beard hair again?" She notices missing patches.

Phillip touches her hand and shrugs. "Yeah, guess I've just been stressing." He kisses each of her fingers.

"What are you stressed about?" She let him kiss over her hand, it felt nice. His mouth was warm on her cold skin.

"You." He half smiles and holds her hand to his chest. "You've been real sick and I worry about you, sue me."

Courtney laughs and sits up, but not too fast to avoid getting sick again. "I'm fine, Phil. I promise." She kisses his cheek. "Here." She lies down on her back in the bed and adjusts herself to get comfortable. "Nurse me back to health like you wanted." She sprawls out her limbs on the bed. "Do whatever it takes."

Phillip grins and hovers over her. "Whatever it takes, huh?" He drags his finger from her ankle all the way up to her knee. "I've gotta say that my methods are a little..." His finger drags up her thigh and tugs at the waist band of her pajama bottoms. "Unorthodox." Courtney giggles to herself as Phillip gently removes her pants and gets between her legs. He kisses both her knees and rubs her thighs with both palms. He leans down and kisses her mound and belly while slowly removing her panties. Courtney bites her lip and relaxes her body while his hands massage her calves and thighs. He slinks her panties off from around her ankles and watches her reaction when his hand goes between her thighs. She gasps softly and Phillip smiles, spreading her open with just his two fingers then using his thumb to stroke her clit. She breathes out a faint moan as he works her. He stimulated her til she became wet enough to slip his fingers inside her. He kept his eyes locked on her to see the faces she made as he pumped her with his fingers. Her moans and her face drove him crazy and only made him want to give her more for a bigger reaction. He watches her face change to a desperate expression as he curls his fingers while moving, her moans soft and high pitched.

Phillip could feel his heart beat in his dick at this point and it was aching to be let out. He carefully removes his fingers and sucks them clean before jumping off the bed to remove his pants. Then he ducks down briefly to grab a box from under his bed. Courtney rolls over on her side and watches him place the box on the bed, already knowing what they were about to get into next. Phillip removes the lid with an excited look in his eye. "You sure you're still down to try? If you're still feeling sick-"