7
A week later, at around 7:00 A.M., after an evening of magical sleep-depriving, late-night sex, Jillian was wandering around the grocery store in a zombie-like fashion. As she headed down an aisle struggling to remember what the hell she needed from this section, Coach John appeared in front of her pushing a cart with a few items in it.
"Jillian, how are you?"
She smiled. "I'm, uh, fine. How's everything with you?"
"Couldn't be better."
"Hey, tell Mary, it was a pleasure getting to know her at Brian's party."
"I will, and we all got to know Brian really, really well that night." John made a face, and they shared a laugh. "Oh speaking of…Victoria told me she was going to tell you the good news."
Jillian looked at him a little confused until he added, "The pregnancy."
She gasped them smiled, "Oh, yeah sure. I, uh…"
"Mary and I couldn't be happier. I can’t wait to hear the pitter patter of little paws running around."
Jillian smiled, "Paws? That's so cute." She gave him a serious look as she asked, "And Mary's okay with all this?"
"She is overjoyed. She's always wanted another. Mary just hopes we don't end up with some all-black ones. No one wants to adopt those."
She looked at him a little offended, hoping maybe she didn't hear him correctly. She shook her head in confusion. "So now she's not keeping it?"
"We'll probably keep just one."
"She's having twins?"
"At least," John said and then he scoffed.
Jillian tried to shake the cobwebs from her mind as she steadied herself against the cart.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm, uh…so I just can't picture Victoria taking care of twins. I offered to babysit, but wow, I'm not sure I can handle that. Mary is a strong woman. If my husband came home and told me he was having another baby—especially with a woman as attractive as Victoria… I'd kill 'em. Not to mention it's twi—" She shut the f*ck up when she saw his expression.
John's mouth flew open, and he asked, "Victoria's pregnant?"
Jillian looked away horrified. "What's that?"
He glanced around the aisle to be sure they were alone and then whispered, "She's pregnant with my baby!"
"I'm sorry what were you talking about?"
"Our Golden Retriever is having puppies, and Victoria said she would ask you two if you wanted one."
She said, "Oh we would love one or two even. When, will, uh…"
John looked away sadly as he said, "I can't believe she wasn’t going to tell me." He abandoned the cart as he turned and walked away in a daze. Jillian stood there dumbfounded and watched him go. When he turned the corner, she pulled out her cell phone, dialed Victoria's number, and it went directly to voice mail.
Five minutes later, John was knocking gently on Victoria's door while hiding a bouquet of flowers in front of his shirt. He glanced behind him to be sure none of the neighbors were watching. After a few seconds, he knocked again and then Victoria opened the door sleepily and glanced at him surprised.
"May I come in?" he asked.
"Sure," she said confused.
He rushed to the living room and then sat down nervously. She sat next to him and curled up on the sofa drowsy eyed. He handed her the flowers as he said, "These are for you."
"Thanks."
"I, uh. I'm not sure what to say."
"John why are you here? Is everything okay with Mary?"
"Uh, yeah. I just want to tell you that I'll be there for you with whatever you need. I'll be as involved as you want me to be." Victoria slowly lifted her head up off the sofa and stared at him. "I can help out financially. Just let me know what you want from me."
She stared at him flabbergasted as she asked, "Have you spoken with Jillian?"
"Oh, yeah sorry. I could tell she didn't mean to tell me. It just slipped out."
"I'll bet."
"I'm serious. I'll find a way to break it to Mary, but I really think—"
"John…John," he looked to be in a trance. "John?" Still nothing from him.
She slapped him across the face, and he stared into her eyes. "John are you with me?"
"Yes, yes."
"It's not your baby."
"What?" he shook his head confused.
"It's not your baby."
"Then why'd she—"
"I told Jillian it was yours."
"But why?"
"Because I didn't want to tell her the truth."
"Which is what?"
"That it's either her fiancé’s brother, Jim, or Rob, her son."
"You slept with Rob?" he asked loudly.
A second later Jillian burst through the door, and Victoria and John stared at her shocked.
Victoria covered John’s mouth with her hand; she waited for Jillian to say something. Jillian finally said, "I'm so sorry. I, uh…"
She stood up and pulled John to his feet while still covering his mouth. Jillian stared at them obviously confused. "Look I didn’t mean to—"
Victoria pointed at her. "You sit right there and don't move. Don't say anything—don't speak. You can breathe but nothing else."
Jillian rushed to the sofa, sat down, and curled her lip as Victoria dragged John out the front door. Jillian decided not to breathe since she wasn't exactly sure if Victoria said, don't even breathe or if she could only breathe. As she pondered that question, Victoria slammed the door.
Victoria pulled her hand from his mouth and led him halfway down the driveway. She said, "Look, I promise you it's not yours. We used a condom every time, plus we had sex a few weeks before I got pregnant."
"Oh…okay."
"Look, I'm not sure why I told you back there that I had sex with Rob because—"
"Oh, good, so you didn’t have sex with him because Mary and I found him to be a little creepy. He's like—"
Victoria gave him a tired look. "I was drunk, okay? I did have sex with him but only once." She took a deep breath then continued, "I meant I shouldn't have told you because if Jillian finds out, she's going to kill me. You cannot tell anyone."
"Okay, no problem. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to get back in there and pretend like I'm so mad that she told you. I'm really going to let her have it. Why the hell did she tell you? How did it come up?"
John grinned as he said, "I was telling her about the puppies, and I guess she must have thought I was talking about your pregnancy. I mentioned you, and now that I think about it, I guess she could have reasonably assumed that I was talking about you."
Victoria broke into a chuckle. "I'm still going to really give it to her. This will be fun. You go back to that hot wife of yours."
John opened his car door as he said, "We'll be praying that it's Jim and not…"
Victoria glared at him as she said, "Do not tell anyone. Not even the wife."
He nodded, smiled, and then whispered, "Got it. I'll be praying."
"Thanks," she said. She shook her head with a grin then rushed inside.
Victoria burst through the door and glared down at Jillian. She noticed her slightly blue face as she sat there apparently holding her breath. Victoria asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Jillian exhaled deeply. "I wasn't sure if you said—"
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"I, uh, I'm so sorry. I thought—"
"Just shut up." Victoria turned, bit her lip to keep from cracking up, and then put on an angry face as she turned back. She sat down across for Jillian on the other sofa and glared at her while simply shaking her head. After ten seconds of that she said, "Do you know he was thinking about going home first to tell his wife that we slept together? Luckily he stopped here. She doesn't even know that we dated. She thinks I'm some kind of physical therapist. Now she might have been okay with that, but he was also going to tell her that I was having his baby. That…she might have had a slight problem with."
"I never meant to—"
"Why did you tell him?"
"I thought he knew. He was asking me if you shared the good news about the pregnancy. How the f*ck was I supposed to know he was talking about his stupid dog."
"So, you think I'm a dog!"
"What, no, I, uh…"
"Look, you are lucky that I nipped this in the bud. You could have been responsible for a divorce."
"I'm so sorry."
Victoria stood and walked over to Jillian, "I don’t want you to mention me or my pregnancy or…in fact, don't even mention the word baby to anyone…or puppy for that matter. Actually, you are not to discuss the offspring of any mammal with anyone."
"Okay…okay."
"Just to be clear, if someone tells you his fish just laid like a million eggs, you don't ask what kind of fish it is or reply in any way. Just turn and run away. Got it?"
Jillian nodded like a frightened child. "I understand. Again, I'm so sorry."
"You haven't told Brian have you?"
"No, I swear."
"I believe you. Now, I want you to go. I need to be alone."
"Sure, I'll…" Jillian said as she got up and rushed to the door. She looked back. "Is there anything I can do? Should I talk to John and apol—"
She shut up when Victoria glared at her. "If you see John or Mary, you run away. Don't speak to them because you obviously cannot be trusted.
"Okay."
"Tell no one."
"I won't mention it again."
Jillian walked out and closed the door. Victoria skipped back to bed, slipped under the covers, and burst into laugher. She felt guilty, but it was the most fun she'd had in months. Okay, so her life was pretty boring now—mainly because she wasn't having any sex.
8
The next Monday, Victoria began the fall semester at the U. She was incredibly horny and walking on a campus full of attractive men was not helping her situation at all. Luckily her classes featured mostly women and had only a few not terribly attractive guys. The workload was heavy, but she found it pretty easy to focus with no man in her life.
Brian kept himself busy at work and also spent a lot of time trying to come up with the perfect gift to give to Jillian as a wedding present. His job at the bank was thoroughly boring, and he found himself craving some form of creative outlet. When he was younger he had excelled in art. He could draw competently and also had some experience with watercolors. He had never been great at drawing the human body, but all the times he spent studying Jillian's perfect body made him long to improve. He signed up for a night class at the community college without telling Jillian and told her he was working late on the nights he had class.
It was an intermediate class in drawing the human form, and his goal was to complete a drawing of Jillian and to give it to her on their wedding night. The class met twice a week and on the first night the students drew a female nude with charcoal from a large video screen of an image of a live model.
At the second class, Brian sat at his station, along with the twelve other students, and waited. A young man in a robe entered the room, approached the chair, slipped the robe off, and sat on the stool completely nude. He was a shower—that was the first thing Brian noticed. The three male students, including Brian, sighed as the nine female students widened their eyes in anticipation. Brian reluctantly drew the man, focusing on all the parts except his junk until near the end of the class, when he made a halfhearted, smaller-than-scale drawing of the man's parts.
On the third night of class, the same nude male model sat on the same stool, but this time the video camera was on and focused directly on his penis. The large television screen displayed it in extreme close-up detail. It appeared to be about two feet long. The assignment was to draw it in exquisite detail. Brian once again sighed and had no choice but to give it his all.
When he returned home late that night, Jillian still didn’t suspect that anything was out of the ordinary. On nights he was class, Brian would leave extra early and work through lunch. That night as he attempted to fall asleep, he found it difficult to get the image of the giant member out of his mind. He and Jillian had just had sex and she was sleeping naked. When Brian woke that next morning he found her resting in a beautiful pose and stared for a few moments. Then an idea hit him, he ran outside wearing only boxers, rushed to the car then grabbed his drawing pad and supplies.
Back in the bedroom, he found Jillian still in the same position laying on her side sleeping soundly with her hand lying gently under her beautiful face with her gorgeous breasts in a perfect position. Brian carefully slid the covers off her a little more to expose the rounded curve of her hips then sat down to sketch. He worked quickly and made some progress sketching her hips, stomach and breasts, but as he started to work on her face, Jillian began to stir.
He quickly ran out of the room with his pad and charcoal then made his way to the bathroom to shower. Then he headed off to work. It was a close call and he wasn't happy with his rushed nervously prepared sketch anyway. He needed a better plan.
Victoria attended classes that morning and took an exam. When she returned home, she worked on a paper for a few hours and then proceeded to do something far more important. She searched the Internet for a plausible way to request a blood sample from Rob and Jim. She located a nationwide firm that she could contact to obtain the samples for her. That was the easy part. Then she pondered her story—that was the hard part.
First, she considered telling them that she had been diagnosed with some new strain of chlamydia that wasn't all that dangerous but needed to be treated. And rather than have them go to the bother of seeing a doctor, she would send a lab tech to get a sample. This she felt was an option, although an embarrassing one leading to more questions and best used as a last resort.
She considered some other implausible scenarios and then as she scrolled one last page from her Internet search she spotted it—an ancestry search required a DNA sample. Sure, it could be garnered from a cheek swap, but her subjects probably wouldn't know that. Victoria would tell them both that she was planning on giving the wedding couple a gift of a full ancestry search and a blood sample from a close relative was the only way she could pull this off and keep it a surprise. Maybe it was an odd gift, but she knew she could sell it. She could sell anything. The company she found online produced this elaborate framed ancestry family tree tracing back the roots of individuals hundreds of years. She would use these details only if needed.
A quick phone call to Rob and Jim left them confused and a little reluctant but onboard. Victoria made the arrangements with the lab and a few days later both Rob and Jim were visited by a nurse—Jim at his dorm and Rob at his office. Victoria's sample could not be drawn for another few weeks, but at least she had the potential fathers’ part out of the way.
At Brian's fourth class, it was female nude night; the three male students were looking forward to the refreshing sausage-free change. All Brian saw of the tall woman in the robe as she made her way toward the stool was her back. When she dropped her robe and exposed her beautiful ass, he felt a sort of déjà vu vibe. As the woman turned, he recognized that it was Victoria. He was not at all surprised. She spotted him instantly and rushed over for a hug as the other male students looked on jealously.
When they pulled apart, Brian gave her a smile, and she said, "Got to go. I'll talk to you after class."
He broke out in a sweat during the entire remainder of the hour-long class as he sketched Victoria's body in full detail. He was really beginning to improve, and he glanced at his sketch proudly. When the class had ended, Victoria unabashedly walked over to him sans robe and stood admiring his work. As the other members of the class packed their things, they stared at them both. Brian gave her a nervous look and whispered, "Aren't you going to put on your robe?"
She scoffed as she replied, "I've been sitting up their naked for almost an entire hour, and now I'm supposed to suddenly become shy?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
Victoria studied his drawing with a smile. "It's really good. I had no idea you were an artist." She frowned a bit as she pointed to her crotch on the page. "You made my labia too big."
"It's the first time I've ever drawn that part."
"Wait until next class when you get to do the close-up. Then you can draw it really big. That's my favorite class."
"I'm not surprised," Brian said, and then he looked at her with concern. "You can't tell Jillian you saw me here."
"Why not?"
"She thinks I'm at work."
She smirked at him as she asked, "Are you secretly doing this so you can check out naked chicks?"
He made a face and replied, "No. I want to do something special for her as a wedding gift. I'm going to sketch her and have it framed. Something tasteful but sexy."
Victoria smiled brightly. "That's a great idea. She's going to love it—I'm sure of it."
"I'm also going to get her these expensive diamond earrings in case the drawing sucks, or she thinks it’s creepy."
"Good back-up plan."
All the students had left, leaving just the two of them behind. Brian walked over to get the robe and handed it to her. She reluctantly put it on. Then he whined, "I can't figure out how to draw her though. I need to do it so she has no idea. I tried drawing her while she was asleep, but she moved, and I had to run out of the room to hide. I need a picture or something, but I need her to pose, and I don't think I can pull it off."
Victoria paused. "I think I can help you. She and I are going on that girl's weekend thing next week. I can get you a picture."
He gave her a hopeful smile. "How?"
"I'll figure out a way."
Brian frowned as he said, "You can’t drug her or anything. I need something sexy and tasteful. I mean I don't need an extreme close-up of her, you know or some spread leg pose like in Hustler or anything."
"Just leave it to me," she said with a wide smile.
At the next class, Brian completed an impressive two-foot by one-foot drawing of Victoria's gorgeous p-ssy. Her labia, both major and minor, were nearly perfectly proportioned on his sketch, and she gazed at it approvingly. She asked if she could have it. He agreed.