Sherry
It’s been three weeks since I threw up that morning after pill. Is it too soon to see if I’m pregnant?
I raced to the pharmacy and picked up three tests. Emily was at school, this would be a good time to take at least one.
Going to the bathroom, and throwing two tests under the sink in the cabinet, I ripped open the pregnancy test. I had to pee so f*cking bad. I peed on the stick, capped it and set it aside. I cleaned up and waited. While I waited, I thought back to when I got pregnant with Emily.
I met Elliot at his job. He was the CEO of Roberts Innovations. I was hired to be his personal assistant. He had a long-time girlfriend named Liz. They had been dating for six years. I befriended them both and for a year we were all pretty much inseparable.
I told Liz that she was my soul sister, and best friend, and the naive little b*tch believed me. I started doing little things to pull them apart. My skirts got a little shorter. My blouses were a little tighter, and my heels went from two inch pumps to five inch stilettos. I did my make-up differently at work. I normally wore just mascara and lip gloss, but then I started doing a more alluring look.
Elliot started complimenting me and I would just brush it off and tell him I was trying to attract the new accountant in the building. He laughed, and said he’d invite him to one of the business meetings to get his “input” on a couple of deals, just to give us time to spend together.
He did just as he said he would. So I flirted with nerdy little Daniel. He didn’t know what to do with himself. But I caught the glances that Elliot gave my legs when I crossed them as I flirted, because, unbeknownst to the two men in the room, I was flirting with both of them.
During the late night meetings we would have, I’d make sure to brush Elliott's arm or leg with a hand or my leg. Finally, at one point, as we were getting up from his office couch where we were going over some paperwork, I tripped and fell in his lap. We both laughed and I leaned in and kissed him lightly, and said, “Thanks for the catch,” and then got up, like nothing had happened.
Then, when I knew he was really interested, it was at a dinner at his house that Liz threw for her friends. She had invited Daniel, because Elliot told her of my little “crush” on him. She was so happy for me. I was flirting with Daniel all night, and then my leg brushed Elliots under the dining table. And I left it there. He put some pressure on it and I looked at him and gave him a slight flirty smile. No one noticed. I kicked off my shoe and slowly moved my foot up his leg. He kept up with conversations and ate. He didn’t let on that anything was happening. As I talked to Liz, my toes played with Elliots hard c*ck. I massaged it, and at one point I looked at him. His eyes were hooded, and his hand held his fork in a tight grip.
When dessert started, I excused myself. I was so h*rny I needed to go touch myself for a minute to relieve the pressure. I walked into the bathroom, and Elliot walked in right behind me. He shut, and locked the door, and then slammed his mouth on mine.
“Do you think it’s funny to tease me all night, giving me the hardest c*ck stand I’ve ever had? You’re so f*cking hot Sherry. He turned me to the counter and bent me over. I watched in the mirror as he became unhinged. He ripped open his slacks and unzipped them, letting them fall. I was wearing a cute little flowy skirt above the knee. He lifted it up my hips, saw I was pantyless and groaned.
“F*ck, you’re so naughty. I’m going to f*ck you like you’ve never been f*cked before.”
Then he slammed home. No preparation. The pinch of pain turned me on even more, as he slammed into me over and over. I moaned, and he slapped a hand over my mouth. He pumped into me furiously. A knock at the bathroom door had us pausing.
“Sherry, you okay?” Came Liz’s voice.
“Oh, yes. I’m just finishing up,” I called out. I saw Elliot start to come to his senses. I shook my head no. Then I ripped off my shirt and unhooked my bra to let my t*ts fall out. I played with my n*pples and that got him going again. He started pumping again. As I felt him speed up, he reached down and flicked my click, I would have screamed my orgasm, but he clamped his hand over my mouth again and then he brought his head into my neck and groaned as he came, his body jerking.
“F*ck that was so good,” he whispered.
After that, we took every chance to f*ck in the office or his car. When I became pregnant, I slapped the test on his desk.
“What the f*ck? I thought you were on birth control.”
“I never said that.”
“I wouldn't have f*cked you raw if I had known.”
“You shouldn’t have f*cked me at all.”
“You need to get rid of it. If Liz finds out, she’ll leave me.”
“Um, what? No! This is our baby. We made it out of love.”
“Love? I never said I loved you. You’re a good, easy f*ck. You let me do things to you that Liz doesn’t let me do.”
“Then leave her, and you can always do those things to me,” I purred.
“F*ck no. I love Liz.”
“You love her? If you loved her so much, then why cheat?”
“It was a mistake.”
“A mistake is once, we’ve been f*cking for three months straight!” I yelled.
“Maybe, I’ll just go to her work and let her know. When she leaves you, we can be together.”
“Don’t do this, Sherry, I’ll do anything. I’ll give you money.”
That had me pausing. I wonder just how much I could get out of him.
“Okay, you want me to keep this baby a secret? Because I am telling you now, I am not getting rid of it.”
“Yes, anything.”
“I want a million dollars.”
“Done.”
I was shocked. He didn’t even blink. I mean, I knew he was rich, but I didn’t think he was that rich. A month later, he handed me a check for a million dollars. I immediately deposited it. I told him he would be paying the taxes on it. He told me it would be taken care of to just send him the info. He also told me to leave Las Vegas. So I did, and went to Arizona. I lived nicely there. Emily had a good childhood there, but then the money eventually ran out. I thought a million dollars would last me for life, but raising a baby is expensive, and Emily had to have the nicest things and I did too. For a while, I was able to manage by having affairs with married men, and blackmailing them. But soon they got tired of that and confessed to their wives. I ran out of Ash Fork fast. So we made our way to Oklahoma and, after a couple of years, we went to Montana. Now here I am. My phone alarm went off. I picked up the stick. F*ck. Either it’s too early or I’m not pregnant. I need to get Brian to f*ck me again.
I waited for Brian to get home. I grabbed the bottle of wine that I spiked with some r*hypnol and ran out the door. I went to his door and knocked. He opened it and scowled down at me.
“What do you want, Sherry?”
I tried to move forward so he would back up and let me in, but he didn’t budge.
“Won’t you invite me in?” I asked coquettishly.
“No. Now what do you want?”
“Come on Bri. We’re friends. Can’t I visit a friend?”
“We are not friends. I told you I didn’t want anything to do with you.”
“But you can’t really mean that.”
“Well, I do. I’m getting my life back on track, working on myself, staying sober, because that seems to be my problem, and I make awful mistakes when I drink.”
Well, sh*t.
“That’s great to hear, Bri. I’m here for you,” I said, feigning supportive innocence.
“Thank you. But I can’t hang out with you. My therapist says having a relationship with you, even if it’s only as friends, is not good for my mental state. You are a catalyst for my marriage falling apart. The other catalyst is my hero complex. I didn’t even know I had one, but my therapist said that that’s what it’s called when I needed to take care of you and Emily. I wanted to be your hero, because my mother didn’t have one.”
Utter bullsh*t, I thought.
“Oh, I see. So, all that help wasn’t because you wanted to do it?”
“No, I did, that’s the problem. I wanted to be there for you like no man was there for my mother. I saw Emily and you and I knew you needed a man to help you. But I did it at the expense of my marriage. I couldn’t balance the two.”
“That doesn’t explain the attraction you had towards me. You wanted me, I know it.”
“No, I didn’t, but with being in your proximity, and fighting with Savanna, and my s*xual frustration because Savvy and I weren’t having any, then combined with alcohol, I made bad choices.”
“You weren’t drunk when you pinned me against my door frame,” I said, desperately.
“Like I said, it was a mistake. I told you it was then, and I am telling you now. Stay away from me. I will be selling my house soon. Goodbye.”
I huffed and went back to my house. I slammed the door and screamed. This wasn’t over!