Pregnant with my two best friends

Chapter 3

“Will it hurt, though?” Emma asks, worried all of a sudden.

“Hopefully not much if we take our time,” Chris answers. “I guess foreplay kinda important, takes your mind out of thinking too much.”

“Foreplay it is, then,” Emma says.

The boys nod solemnly. “Foreplay it is, then,” say them, as solemnly, before going back to work. Kissing her, fondling her, squeezing her breasts, pinching her n*****s, touching the inside of her tights, and even spanking her bum playfully. Emma gasps, moans, and writhes, forgetting everything but the wonderful and oh so delicious feelings she receives from both of her best friends. She gets so lost in the moment she doesn’t even realize that Chris has slowly eased his way inside of her, until it gets a little painful.

“Chris,” she begs. “Please, Chris. I don’t know… I don’t…”

Parker reaches for her hand while Chris buries his head in the crook of her neck, eliminating the boundaries between them, making their bodies even closer than they already are. “Ssshhhh, Em, it’s okay,” he says, comforting her. “The pain’s gonna go away soon, just stay with me a little longer, alright?”

Emma nods. “Okay,” she whispers, then grips Parker’s fingers. “Okay.”

Chris then slowly moves again, slowly, but gradually picks up pace. His movement becomes steady, and somehow Emma can feel it. The rhythm, she can feel it. Bit by bit, she tries to match his rhythm. She’s somewhat successful, Chris can feel her efforts. He waits for her, and when she’s able to catch up, they move together. It’s beautiful. It feels beautiful. Emma cries, she can’t believe that this, whatever it is that they’re doing can feel that beautiful. And somehow Emma feels that she’s not alone in this, Chris too feels the same way.

Until it’s no longer enough. Slowly their beautiful rhythm is no longer enough. Chris’s movement is starting to become more erratic, powerful, and wild. But Emma knows, she knows. She maybe a virgin, but she knows that Chris’s orgasm is close. She also knows that Chris is holding out just so she can also have hers. So, she closes her eyes, giving in to the moment and starting to feel something building up in the core of her body. The build-up gets stronger and stronger until it finally explodes and she screams again, only blindingly realizes that Chris too, has reached his.

Afterwards they hug, for a long time, until Chris lets go and looks up at Parker. “Dude,” he says. “Are we abandoning you?”

“Oh God,” Parker says. “Completely.”

“Oh,” Emma says, reaching out to him. “Poor baby, come here.”

Parker comes close to her, hugging her. “You and I,” he says then continues earnestly, “we don’t have to do it now, Em.”

Emma looks at him. “Really?” she asks, bewildered. Why won’t he do it with her. Now Emma feels a little rejected. “You won’t be disappointed?”

Parker laughs. “Of course, I’ll be disappointed,” he answers. “But I’ll live. Besides, the summer is long. There will be other times.”

Emma’s still looking at him, somehow, she looks disappointed. At least Parker hopes she looks disappointed. “But don’t you want to?” she asks. “Do it with me, I mean?”

“Oh, Em,” Parker says. “I want to, so much. You have no idea. But you’re probably sore and all. This is after all, your first time.”

“If I may give a suggestion,” Chris suddenly joins the conversation. “Why don’t we all go for a swim first, have fun. If the mood strikes again, then go with it.”

Emma giggles. “Sounds like a good idea,” she says but then shrieks when she realizes that there’s a stain of blood on her thighs. “Oh, God! I’m bleeding.”

Both Parker and Chris look at her thighs as well. “It’s okay, Em,” Chris says, hugging her. Parker also does the same thing. “That’s your hymen being torn. It’s natural.”

“You’re no longer a virgin now,” Parker says softly, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Congratulations sweet Em.”

Chris gives her his usual grins. “Yeah, sweet Em,” he says, then winks. “Congratulations indeed. Come on, let’s wash it off in the water.” He then stands up and drags Emma along with him. “Come on, Park.”

Now Emma smiles. She feels utterly and so incredibly happy. She’s no longer a virgin. Yeay! Now she can go to Princeton and feel every beat a college student like any other students there. She no longer has to go to a frat party just so she can lose her virginity, because who wants to stay a virgin in college, right? That’ll be way too embarrassing. “Thank you, guys,” she says. “Congratulations to me!” With that, she runs back to the pond.

“Perfect,” Chris says. “Finally, skinny dipping.” He then runs towards the water as well, chasing her. “Yeay, baby!”

Parker follows them, intending to have a good time himself. And they do, have a good time. They swim, splash about, and both Chris and Parker take turns carrying Emma’s body only to continuously throw her into the water. And the mood then strikes again. They start to kiss. This time Chris takes the back seat and lets Parker drive. So, he drives. Her.

They sandwich her in the middle. Emma’s face turns to Parker while her body leans against Chris’s chest. Chris takes both Emma’s arms and drapes them around his neck, securing her position. Parker comes even closer, claiming her lips, kissing her senseless. His hands go down, searching for her bum cheeks before holding her there. Slowly he moves backward, bringing her body with him, lifting it. When Emma’s body floats on the water, Parker spreads her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Emma starts to become comfortable, so Parker bends to kiss her again. Taking his time, he aligns his p***s with her v****a. Then he looks at her, with a sweet smile. He doesn’t make any more moves. He just looks at her.

Emma returns his smile. Slowly, she rewards him with a nod. He takes that as an invitation, correctly so. He eases himself in, gradually. It’s not easy, Emma is still sore, and incredibly tight. He’s actually ready to axe, if he must. Tonight, after all, is still about Emma. But Emma doesn’t want him to stop. Parker. Parker has been nothing but a great friend. He has been the one that is with her in every step of the way. There has never been another girl for him. Emma thinks that it was so very nice of him to let Chris go first, so considerate for a boy his age. Because of that, she’s even more determined to not leave Parker hanging. She owes him that much.

“Don’t stop, Park,” she begs. “Please don’t think too much. Please…”

So, Parker nods. He comes closer to kiss her. Now the next move will be the most difficult one, to be inside her. She’s still very tight and her hymen just broke less than half an hour earlier. She needs distraction, so Chris decides to lend a hand. Literary a hand. His left hand, on her left breast, squeezing it, pinching the n****e, hard. Emma gulps, and that’s when Parker pushes in.

Team work.

Always recommended.

Now that he’s in, he stays for a while. Not moving. Emma giggles, realizing that she was being tricked. Her giggles make both boys laugh. They’re goofing around and becoming more carefree. So carefree it takes a while for Emma to realize that Parker now has moved in and out of her. She feels good, sooo good. She gasps, moans, and writhes, but she doesn’t know why. Until realization hits her, Parker is making love to her in the water. And she, to him.

And it’s beautiful. Just as beautiful as the way Chris doing it to her. She cries again. She doesn’t mean to cry, but she’s glad that she does. Then she feels it, the orgasm. She feels it from the very inside of her body. She looks at Parker, and from the way he’s looking at her she knows that he too is so close to have his. He needs to move faster now, harder, with more power. Emma nods again, asking him to do so. Parker obliges. She comes, shattered to pieces. Not long after, he follows.

Then they hug, so close, so tight. Chris chuckles, and soon joins them.

Everything is good, in fact, everything is beautiful. Their unisons were beyond beautiful. Now Emma’s glad she gave in to her best friends’ advances. She can’t imagine having her first time being ravished by some drunk guy at a frat party simply because she wants to lose her virginity. Now, just the thought alone makes her shudder.

There is one little problem, though. They have forgotten condoms.

***

It was a little after two in the morning but the light in the living room is still on. Despite the fact that Emma has her own key, Mr. Anderson is still waiting and making everything in his power to make himself noticed. And he is noticed, alright.

Chris turns off the engine of his SUV and slowly exchanges looks with Parker. “Don’t worry, Em,” he says, soothingly. “Everything’s gonna be alright.”

Parker gets out of the car fast and opens the passenger door for Emma. He helps her hop off and holds her body close to him tightly. “Like what Chris said, Em,” he whispers in her ear. “Everything’s gonna be alright, I’ll make sure to it. I promise.”

Emma stares at his eyes, his beautiful, kind, and loving eyes. She believes him. Parker. She always believes him. So, she smiles and nods. “I know, Park. I believe you.”

Parker then holds her right hand as they both stand there waiting for Chris half circling the car to get to them. Once Chris is there, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek. “Let’s go, people,” he says. “We will march, but we will not be slaughtered.”

Parker winces. “Interesting commentary,” he mumbles as he starts walking. “Not sure we need that now.”

Mr. Anderson opens the door, saving them the energy they need to knock on it. Both boys have a smile adorning their faces. Not a grin this time. But a smile that somehow, to Mr. Anderson, look pretty dignified for a couple of eighteen years old boys.

“Boys,” Mr. Anderson starts, purposely not looking at his own daughter who at the same time has been actively avoiding looking at him.

“Sir,” greet both boys politely. They do not, however, avoid looking at him. Mr. Anderson appreciates that, he finds the act commendable.

“Did something happen?” Mr. Anderson asks, dreading the answer, but embracing himself for the worse anyway.

The boys don’t immediately answer, not out of being disrespectful or calculative. On the contrary, they are actually trying to show the older man their utmost respect. “Yes, sir,” Chris finally answers. “Something did happen.”

Now Mr. Anderson is taken a back a little, so much so he’s almost a little out of balance. But Mr. Anderson is a big man, big, and tall, and strong. It helps that his hand is also grabbing the door handle, thank God for that. “Were you…” he starts again slowly, rather menacingly, “were you being responsible with that?”

“Perhaps, we weren’t, sir,” Parker answers this time, carefully so. “But whatever happens, we’re not backing down.”

***

Emma closes her eyes, trying to summon sleep to come with no avail. Somehow, she doesn’t mind much. She really doesn’t want to sleep, the truth is. She wants to remember the night forever. She wants to cherish the memory and immortalize it inside her brains and her heart for all eternity. After the boys left and her dad finally let her go to her bedroom, she hasn’t stopped smiling. That night has been the most beautiful night ever.

Nothing would ever compare. Emma knows that she will remember the night for the rest of her life. That night she had her first kiss from Parker. The kiss was so beautiful, it ached. In fact, it still aches, although in a good way. Emma can still very much feel the kiss. It took her breath away then; it takes her breath away now.

And then she also lost her virginity, to Chris. In the most beautiful way possible. So beautiful Emma is sure that the way she lost her virginity was the kind that writers usually write in their best-selling books. Magical, incredible, or if according to Chris, epic. But Chris was right, it was epic the way they did it. It was the beginning of summer, in their secret ponds, with no pressure, just three teenagers exploring and enjoying each other’s company. It was right. It felt right. It must have been right.

Because there was love. They put love into the mix. The love that they’ve felt for thirteen years since the first time they knew each other. The kind of love that grew, from friendships towards something stronger and more ethereal. The kind of love that they know will last, because it has lasted, and therefore treasured. There’s no turning back now. Emma smiles, there is no reason to turn back anyway. She has loved, and now she is deep in love.

***