Candice

Chapter Three

 

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I wanted to ask my dad for advice, but that seemed like a bad idea. Asking him how to make up with a girl after forgetting her name? He might start wondering why I'd been having sex with Candice in the first place.

"Flowers," Tiffany decided.

"Those azalea things?"

"Roses."

"Ouch!" I winced and tried to look over my shoulder.

"Hold still," she said. "I'm almost done."

"She really scratched me good, huh?"

"Ummm…"

"Never mind," I said. "I mean, she scratched me a lot."

"Yeah!" Tiffany said with a giggle. "I understand now. She scratched you good."

"Does it look bad?"

"They look like scratches. Why is she angry?"

"I told you," I sighed. "I don't know."

"Maybe when you tried to fuck her in the butt…"

"What? No!"

"Yeah," she agreed. "That wouldn't make me angry either."

"You can't get angry though."

"So, I'm not lying then." She shrugged. "Am I?"

"You can't lie either," I replied. "God! You're acting weird."

"I'm just trying to understand."

"Me too."

"So, if Candy isn't angry because you buttfucked her…"

"I didn't fuck her in the butt!"

"Hmph." Tiffany grinned at me. "I thought you did."

"I didn't."

"Well, maybe that's why she's mad."

"Huh?"

"You should give Candy a dozen roses and ask her to have anal sex."

"Right!" I laughed and then narrowed my eyes. "You're serious?"

"Why?" She smiled. "Does that sound strange?"

"Just a little."

"Oh."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Uh-huh! All done. Don't go swimming for an hour after you eat."

"What?" I grinned at her.

"What?" She grinned back.

"Nothing," I sighed, twisting my body in the mirror so I could see a half-dozen band-aids on my back.

"You have to write her a poem too."

"Says who?"

"I do." Tiffany giggled. "A love poem to express your deep regret and endless devotion."

"Uhhh…That might be cool," I said slowly. "Do you know any good poems?"

"I know a lot of good poems, but none of them are yours."

"So?" I shrugged.

"I'll help you."

"It's gotta be a good one though," I said. "Not like some roses are red, violets are blue thing."

"I don't know that one," she said, stretching her naked body out on my bed as I lay down next to her.

She wanted to have sex, I knew that, but I wasn't in the mood for it just then. My balls were pretty empty anyway. I'd had sex with Tiffany twice as soon as I'd gotten home from school and then twice with Candy at her house. Four times in six hours was a lot, at least for me. I wasn't even sure I'd wake up with a boner the next morning!

But of course I did and that made me feel a little better. Tiffany too, since she was sucking on it. At least that part of my life seemed to be normal again.

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"Candy?" I blinked at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm still your girlfriend," she said with a smile. "Right?"

"Yeah!" I nodded quickly. "You wanna come in?"

"Okay." She stepped into the foyer. "Where's Tiffany?"

"In the bathtub, I think," I replied, closing the front door behind her. "I thought your mom was having that thing tonight?"

"She is," Candy sighed. "I saw your mom and dad there."

"Oh, um…You wanna take your jacket off?"

"Sure." She unzipped the pink leather jacket she wore and I'd never seen one that color before. It had the Chanel logo for a zipper tab though and I guess that explained it.

"Did you get the flowers?" I asked, knowing she had because Candy's mom had told my mom.

"Yeah," she said with a smile. "They were really nice."

"I tried calling you all week," I said. "I even went to your house."

"Four times." She giggled. "I know."

"Your maid hates me."

"Rosita?" Candy shrugged. "She hates everybody."

"You want something to drink? Um…We got Coke or some juice…"

"No," she said, following me as I walked through the house. I really didn't know where we were going though.

"How long's your mom's party gonna last?"

"I dunno. Late probably. Is anybody else here?"

"Just Tiffany," I said. "We can hang out in the den, if you want."

"Can we go to your room?"

"Ummm…" I glanced at the stairs. "Tiffany might be in there."

"So?" Candy laughed. "Are you nervous?"

"Yeah," I admitted with a smile. "I haven't seen you in a week."

"You kinda deserved it."

"I didn't mean it."

"Let's go upstairs," she said. "We can talk up there."

"Talk?" I frowned at that, but then I caught Candy looking at me, so I smiled. "Great. Yeah."

She probably just wanted to talk about how angry she felt because I'd called her Tiffany by mistake. It reminded me of being in trouble with my dad and he'd call me into the den so we could talk. Actually, I rarely said much at all on those occasions, except to apologize. Maybe that had been the point, you know, to prepare me for having a girlfriend. He might as well have said, "Get used to saying you're sorry, son. You'll have a girlfriend someday."

"I'm sorry…" I started saying as soon as Candy sat down on my bed.

"Are these Tiffany's?" She picked up a silver thong that looked like it had been made of dental floss and a very small piece of aluminum foil, except it was soft.

"Uh, yeah." I nodded. "That's kinda all she wears. Thongs, I mean. And…you know…clothes."

I felt my face redden and Candy rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, um…I'm sorry about what I said," I sighed. "I really love you, Candy, and…"

"You've gotta make up your mind," she cut me off.

"About what?"

"About her and me, for one thing," Candy said, making it sound obvious. "How am I supposed to compete with her?"

"I don't know," I said, but I didn't mean it the way it sounded.

"I know I'm not beautiful."

"Yeah you are."

"I'm not happy all the time and smiling like everything's perfect."

"Candy…"

"I'm just a girl."

"I know that," I said with a hard swallow.

"It isn't fair," she sighed, frowning and looking at her hands. "You're not supposed to love her."

"Tiffany's just…" I shrugged, frowning too as I didn't know what to say. "I can't help it."

"Why? Because she knows how to do sex stuff and I don't?"

"No, not like that."

"You want me to suck it?" she asked. "I'll do it if you want. I can try. You want to do other stuff? Just tell me."

"Candy…"

"I can be just as good as her."

"I didn't mean that," I said. "I love her differently, that's all. I don't love her more than you."

"I want you love me the way you love her though!" She wiped her eyes and I realized Candy had started crying. "You always look at her. You always talk about her and it's like you don't even love me!"

"I love you," I said, wanting to touch her but feeling afraid to try.

"I gotta go," she whispered, pushing herself up and then we both saw Tiffany standing naked in the doorway holding her towel. 

"Candy, wait!" I reached for her, but she shrugged my hand off.

"I wish I was a robot," she said, pushing past Tiffany. "Maybe you'd love me too."

Candy left and I didn't even get off the bed.

"What happened?" Tiffany asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know," I said. "She seemed kind of happy at first and then…She freaked out."

"Are you alright?"

"No," I decided with a sigh. "I think I broke her."

I felt broken too. My gut ached and I felt hollow inside. Empty. I loved both of them, but differently. I didn't look at Candy and feel the same way I did when I looked at Tiffany, but trying to describe those feelings seemed impossible. They don't make words like that. Tiffany was like…air. Always there, you know? I needed her. She felt like a part of the world. A part of me. I loved her without thinking about it.

But Candy…I loved her because she wasn't part of anything. I didn't have to go looking for air, but Candy was like something I had to catch in my heart and hold onto. She didn't belong to me and that made her special. I always felt like I had to be careful around her. She made me want to say the right things and not look stupid or do anything dumb. I expected Tiffany to like me, but I could only want Candy to like me and that's a huge difference.

I knew Candy still loved me, but she didn't like me anymore. I'd never thought being liked could be that important.

"Lie down…Take these off…" Tiffany whispered, pushing me onto my back and undressing me.

Fresh from her bath, Tiffany's skin felt cool and damp and comforting as she covered my body with hers.

"Forget about her," she sighed, kissing my chest as her breasts rubbed against my stomach.

I played with her hair, darker now that it was wet, and pulled it from her face so I could see her brilliant eyes.

"She doesn't know what you need," Tiffany whispered, licking around my left nipple and then pinching it between her lips. "But I do, Josh. I'm going to take care of you now."

My cock had already grown stiff and it pressed against her soft tummy. She moved up and down slowly, straddling my legs on her knees. Her mouth moved to my other nipple, small and dark and so completely unlike hers. She teased me with her teeth, nipping my flesh until I shivered and she moved lower.

"You need to relax," Tiffany told me. "Forget about everything else. Just think about me."

"Yeah," I breathed, watching as she kissed my stomach and my swollen cock found itself wedged between her heavy tits.

She squeezed them together, trapping my penis as knelt over my shins. I tilted my feet towards the ceiling and caressed her butt with my toes. Tiffany moved her body slowly, smiling at me as my cock slid between her tits. Her skin felt soft as butter, like being wrapped in a pillow of cool flesh. Precum spilled from the tip of my penis and that only made it better as the shaft grew wet and slippery. She'd spit on my cock too, dropping her chin and letting the saliva fall from her pursed lips.

"I want to fuck you," I decided a few minutes later. "Lie down."

I pushed her shoulders and Tiffany let me go with a smile.

"No," I said. "On your stomach. Face down, okay? I want to fuck your ass."

"Oh!" Tiffany giggled, and I knew the possibility of saying no hadn't even crossed her mind.

"Yeah," I breathed. "Like this…"

She spread her legs slightly, as much as she could with my knees outside her thighs. We'd never done this before and I'd never wanted to. I wasn't even sure I wanted to do it just then, but I knew I could and that was the point. Candy wouldn't have let me do it, no way. She'd never even kissed my dick, but Tiffany wasn't going to complain. She'd let me push my cock in her virgin butt and tell me how good it felt, even if it didn't.

Her tight sphincter would resist at first and I'd grunt and groan, holding her perfectly round hips and driving my cock past that tiny ring. I'd stretch her asshole around me, bruising the soft muscles inside as they tried to push me back out. I'd have to fuck her hard, as hard as I could, and force her to take every last inch. She'd smile and push herself against me, riding my dick until I came inside her rectum with a rush of hot semen.

And then she'd giggle weakly, red faced and panting over her shoulder, and say, "That was really nice, Josh. I hope we do it that way a lot!"

I know because that's exactly how it happened.

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"What happened to you?" Dad wondered as Tiffany walked gingerly into the kitchen.

Mom turned around from the cupboard to see what he meant. She pursed her lips and I felt my face grow warm as I reached for the pitcher of juice.

"Josh wanted to try anal sex last night," Tiffany replied. "I'm a little sore."

"Oh." Dad nodded and maybe he looked at me, maybe he didn't. "Hmph. Looks like it's New York and Kyoto in the Series again."

"Thank you for sharing that with us, Tiffany," Mom said, and she was definitely looking at me.

"I hope Kyoto wins this time," I said, wanting to get off the subject of butt fucking my girl.

"You're welcome, Trish," Tiffany replied. "What would you like for breakfast this morning?"

"I'll fix it," Mom said. "Sit down at the table. I'll just scramble some eggs."

"Um!" Tiffany winced as she sat down and I caught Mom's smirk, but mostly I avoided her as much as I could.

That turned out to be even harder than I thought it would.

"I understand Candice has been a little upset lately," she said. "Do you know anything about that, Josh?"

"Uh, no…" I cleared my throat. "Not really."

"Hmph." Mom wore a doubtful look as she churned a bowl full of eggs with a fork. "Her mother thinks it might have something to do with you."

"Did you two have a fight?" Dad asked, looking over his paper.

"Not a fight," I said slowly. "She's just, um…I don't know."

"She must have some reason for being upset," Mom said. "Candice didn't say anything to you last night?"

"Last night?" I swallowed hard.

"She came over, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Just for a little bit."

"What did she say?" Dad asked.

"Nothing," I said. "We were just hanging out a little."

"Maybe I should ask Tiffany," Mom said and I felt like puking.

Tiffany would answer any question my mom asked, completely and honestly. She didn't have a choice because she didn't know how to lie and we all knew it. Asking Tiffany would be even better than strapping me into a lie detector and making me drink truth serum!

"I took a long bath last night," Tiffany said out of the blue. "I didn't get to speak with Candice."

"Oh." Mom froze for a second, probably not expecting that.

I felt like a firing squad had missed me completely and I stared at Tiffany as she gave me a small smile.

"Well, Josh…" Dad said as he folded his paper. "If you need to talk about this, you don't have to be shy."

"I know."

"It's not easy having a girlfriend," he continued. "We just want to know what's going on and make sure you're okay."

"I'm alright, Dad," I told him. "I want to talk to her first, you know? We're gonna be okay."

"Good." He looked at Mom and she wasn't happy about it, but only because she did worry about things. Especially me.

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"You should have told them," Tiffany said as she got me into the chair and off to school.

"Why did you say that?" I asked. "About the bath and not talking to her?"

"I didn't lie." She kissed me lightly. "I didn't want to see you get hurt."

"I love you," I told her. "You know that, right?"

"I know," she whispered and then made a face as she stood up straight.

"And, um…I'm sorry about, uh…You know…Fucking you in the butt."

"You don't have to be. I liked it a lot." Tiffany gave me kiss. "Have fun at school."

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When I got back home that afternoon, I found a message stuck to the refrigerator with a smiley face magnet. "Meet me at the old playground. Come alone!" it read, with an exclamation point and everything. She hadn't signed it, but she didn't have to either.

I looked around at the brightly colored merry-go-round, teeter-totters, and swings. There was a twisty slide too and it all looked brand new. The city kept it nice and clean, the grass mowed and hedges trimmed and all that. I bet it had to be the nicest park in Seattle, but nobody ever used it for anything except walking their dogs, which was illegal according to the No Pets Allowed signs.

"Why did you want to meet me here?" I wondered. 

"I like it here," Candy shrugged. "It's like my secret place."

She sat on one of the swings wearing a purple dress that almost dragged on the ground. It was kind of a grey day, like they usually are in Seattle. The wind blew the skirt around her bare legs and tousled her dirty blonde hair. Candy tilted her head and let it blow out of her eyes as she looked at me. She pushed against the grass with her sandals and swung gently back and forth.

"Give me a push," she said.

"Okay." I touched her back and felt my heart getting too big for my chest.

"I'm sorry about last night," Candy told me, straightening her legs as she went up, curling them as she came down. "I didn't want to get mad at you."

"It's okay," I offered carefully. "I just couldn't think of anything to say."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to tell you how much I love you," I said, closing my eyes and thinking I shouldn't have said that. It sounded kind of dumb, even though it was totally true.

"Why not?" Candy asked and that stumped me, but I'd been stumped ever since I'd met her. It's one of the reasons I loved her.

"Ummm…" I gave her another push. "Because they don't make words that big."

"Heh!" Candy looked over her shoulder and grinned.

"I'm serious," I said with a frown, because maybe she didn't believe me.

"I love you."

"Really?" I blinked at her as she put her feet down. "I mean, I love you too."

"I know," she said.

I grabbed the chains to help her stop, moving around so I wasn't behind her anymore. I stood in front of her, looking down into Candy's eyes and relieved to see nothing but warmth in them.

"I'm pregnant."

"What?" I blinked at her.

"I'm almost a week late," she said and I narrowed my eyes. "My period, you know? I didn't get it this time."

"But…" I had to sit down and I sort of fell onto the swing next to her, both of us twisting the chains so we could look at each other.

"We're going to have a baby, Josh," she said, smiling and biting her bottom lip and almost making it sound like good news.

"You can't!" I said. "We can't! I mean…We didn't do it that much!"

"We did it every day for a week," she reminded me. "The first time we did it, probably. It kind of felt like it maybe."

"God! My mom's gonna kill me!"

"I guess that's why I'm so moody or whatever," Candy sighed. "Like last night. I wanted to tell you, but then I just got mad and...I'm sorry."

"We gotta, um…" I shook my head and my brain wouldn't sit still long enough to think. "My mom's got pills!"

"What?"

"Those morning after pills. You could take one and…"

"I got pregnant three weeks ago, Josh!" She giggled softly. "There's no pill for that."

"But…Why didn't you do something? I mean, you could have gotten some pills before, right?"

"Why didn't you use a condom?" she asked, arching her eyebrows and I frowned at that.

"It's your body though!"

"Grow up! You put the baby inside me, Josh!"

"I know, but…"

"It's not all my fault."

I didn't say anything because she was right, but still…Candy should have said something before. Like that first time; she could have stopped me. She could have told me to use a rubber or something. She hadn't even told me to pull out! I'd been fucking Tiffany for two and a half years and she couldn't get pregnant, so why would I even think about it? Maybe it wasn't all Candy's fault, but it wasn't all mine either.

"What are you going to do?" I finally asked.

"What do you mean?" Candy looked at me. "I'm gonna have a baby."

"I mean, like…an abortion?" I asked slowly. "You could get one of those."

"Do you really want me to kill your baby?" she asked and something in her eyes told me I'd just screwed up, or was very close to it.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm just asking, um…What do you think about it?"

"I think abortion is murder."

"Oh."

"Don't you?"

"Well…" I cleared my throat. "I guess so. I never really, um…Yeah. It's bad."

"Alright." Candy actually smiled. "Good. I kinda wondered what you'd say."

"Uh, me too." I smiled back, but inside I really didn't know what I thought of abortion. It sorta sounded like a good idea just then.

"I'll have to tell my mom pretty soon," she said. "She already knows I didn't get my period."

"Did she say anything?"

"No." Candy shook her head. "She will though."

"Okay, um…" I nodded slowly.

"She thinks I'm a virgin."

"She does?"

"Yeah," she said with a giggle. "I told her we didn't do anything except kiss."

"Is she gonna be mad?"

"Oh yeah," Candy said and just a little doubt would have sounded pretty good, but there wasn't any.

"She's gonna kill me too," I sighed.

I couldn't believe she wasn't freaking out. Heck, I couldn't believe I wasn't freaking out more than I was, but it might have been denial too. Like shock or something. Other people's girlfriend's got pregnant, not mine; everybody knows that!

"Um…What about adoption?" I said, trying to think of something that would save my life. "You're only sixteen and…"

"I'll be almost seventeen by the time it's born," she said. "You'll be sixteen already."

"Yeah, that's what I mean," I said, thinking there was no way we could have a baby, even if we had one!

"No way!" Candy snorted. "I'm not gonna have a baby and give it to someone else, Josh."

"But I don't even have a job," I thought out loud, remembering all the stuff my parents had tried to tell me and how I'd ignored most of it.

"Like your dad's not rich?" She laughed and I frowned.

"He's not going to like it," I said, knowing the truth of that. He'd be upset for a lot of different reasons.

"The baby will stay with me and after we graduate…" Candy took a deep breath and smiled. "We'll just have to get married."

That's about the time it started raining. An ice cold autumn drizzle of the sort Seattle is famous for and it probably wouldn't stop for nine months. Seriously. The irony wasn't entirely lost on me either, but I wasn't in much of a mood to appreciate God's sense of humor just then.

"What?" I blinked at her. "Married?"

"Come on!" Candy jumped up with a giggle and started running towards a big yellow and orange plastic tree house.

It didn't sit in a tree though, but on the ground beneath a huge oak tree. It had plastic decorations shaped like candy and a small door perfect for little kids. Small windows too and nothing inside but some twigs and leaves, and some initials carved into the walls. The place had a roof anyway and we crawled inside and even though sex should have been the last thing on my mind, watching Candy's butt wiggle in front of me started making my dick hard. I hated being fifteen sometimes.

"It's getting kind of cold," she said, rubbing her bare arms. "It was nice out before."

"Yeah," I agreed, taking off my flannel shirt and putting it over Candy's shoulders. I had a t-shirt on underneath anyway.

"Thanks." She smiled at me and I put my arm around her without really thinking about it.

She leaned into me with her knees drawn up to her breasts and her dress falling between her bare thighs to puddle around her butt. We hadn't gotten terribly wet and the rain started coming down a little harder, hitting the tree and dripping off the red and brown leaves to plunk on the plastic roof. I wanted to ask her about that getting married thing, but I wasn't sure I wanted to bring the subject up. 

"We could be here for awhile," Candy said, giving me a funny look and I smiled at her.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Do you wanna touch it?"

"Touch what?"

"My tummy," she whispered. "You can't feel anything yet, but…"

She'd already started unbuttoning her dress and there were a dozen or more buttons in the front. They were white and shaped like tiny daisies and I watched Candy's fingers undo them one by one, exposing her bra and pale skin. I knew she wanted me to touch her flat stomach, but when I kissed her, my hand went to her tits instead. She opened her mouth for my tongue and I felt the texture of her bra and the warmth of her body beneath my fingers as I squeezed her left breast.

She looked beautiful and it hadn't sunk in yet that I'd put a baby inside her. I knew it intellectually, but it seemed so abstract. I didn't feel anything emotionally yet, at least not about that. I tried to imagine how I should feel, but there wasn't any excitement or resentment, no joy or anger. Nothing. I only felt a desire for Candy, to kiss her and touch her all over. To caress her body and lick her skin.

Candy's hand found my cock immediately, rubbing the lump in my pants while we kissed. She'd been angry with me for a long time and we were both going a little crazy trying to make-up. I pulled at her bra, tugging one of the straps off her shoulder as much as her dress would allow. Enough to get the cup under her breast and expose her rubbery nipple anyway, and I pinched and rolled it between my thumb and finger. I thought about her being pregnant and imagined Candy's tits fat with milk, getting bigger and heavier than they already were. I liked that idea a lot and I worked her other breast free as well, so that her tits fell over her scrunched up bra.

Her hands were busy too and she had my belt undone and my pants unbuttoned quickly. Candy got the zipper down and reached into my boxers to pull my cock loose. Her small hand wrapped around the shaft and she started to jerk me off while I sucked on her tongue. We were definitely going to fuck and I started pulling her dress up her hips blindly, looking for the bottom of the skirt and wondering how much dress there could be. There seemed to be more than I remembered, but I finally reached the end and pressed my hand between Candy's bare thighs to find her panty covered pussy.

I massaged her sex and Candy spread her legs for me, letting me feel the shape of her pussy through the cotton. She'd grown warm and wet down there and I pressed my finger against her slit, pushing her panties between her thin pussy lips. When I became impatient with that, she lifted her hips and butt, helping me pull her panties down so I could finger her naked sex while we made out. Candy kept stroking my cock too, getting her fingers wet with precum as it spilled from the tip and ran down the shaft. I pushed my middle finger inside her pussy and felt her amazingly hot inside. The soft walls felt like butter and I could feel the odd shape of her vagina, the curious bumps and ridges inside. I curled my finger and wiggled it, getting a soft moan and a jerk of her hips in reply.

When Candy straddled my hips with her knees, we were both ready for it. She held up her dress while I held my cock and rubbed it against her pussy. She let herself down and we fucked only as fast and hard as she wanted to. I could only hug her against me, stroking her back and kissing her tits while Candy moved up and down, riding my cock slowly at first. She'd take all of it and then grind her pussy down on my cock with a deep groan before lifting up and doing it again. We made love like that for five minutes before I had to fuck her hard right at the end.

I rolled us over and lay on top of her, holding her shoulders while I pumped my cock inside her pussy with short, rapid strokes. I kissed her mouth and filled Candy with my tongue just as my orgasm exploded inside her tight pussy. I had the weird thought that I was cumming inside my pregnant girlfriend. We were kissing while I lay on top of her tummy and she had a baby inside her. Just a tiny one, probably not even big enough to see without a microscope, but I knew it was there. My cock pulsed inside her, filling my girlfriend with cum, and we were kissing and she was pregnant and...

"We're gonna have a baby," I breathed, like I hadn't believed it until just that second…and maybe I hadn't.

"Yeah," Candy whispered with a smile, looking pink and breathless and glowing it seemed to me. She looked so completely alive.

"I love you," I told her and that's really all I could say.

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Candy and I were lying on my bed while Tiffany sat near my desk. She'd found some blank paper and a pencil, and she enjoyed doodling. She never really tried to draw anything, but she was a surprisingly good artist. She hadn't been programmed for that or anything either, at least not so far as I knew, and it gave her a distinctly human quality. I liked watching her doodle and I wished I knew how to tell Candy how I felt and make her understand that I sort of loved them equally, but in different ways.

"Tell me you love me," Candy sighed and she seemed to be in one of her moods. She blamed it on being pregnant, but I blamed it on the Jealous Gene. 

"I love you," I said softly, knowing I wasn't betraying Tiffany at all, but it felt like it just because she was there.

"What?" Candy didn't smile. "Say it louder."

"I love you." I said with a hard swallow. 

"You love me more than…" She arched her eyebrows. "Say it. Tell her. I want to hear you tell her."

"I love you more than Tiffany," I said, looking down at my hands.

"Did you hear that, Tiffany?"

"Uh-huh," she said with a smile. "He loves you more than he loves me."

"Prove it."

"What?" I stared at Candy.

"I'm really happy for you," Tiffany continued. "I can't wait to see your baby."

"If you really love me, then prove it."

"How?"

"Give me something," Candy said with a smile. "And not more flowers. Give me something special."

"Like what?" I asked, smiling back at her. "I'll give you whatever you want."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Promise?"

"I promise!" I laughed nervously. "I love you, okay? I mean it."

"Okay." Candy sucked on her lips for a second and then looked at Tiffany. "Give me her."

"Me?" Tiffany tilted her head.

"Uh!"

"You said anything," Candy reminded me. 

"I can't give you Tiffany!" I protested. "My dad'll kill me!"

"I hope that's a figure of speech," Tiffany said with a giggle. "I think John likes you a lot."

"Shut-up, robot," Candy said. "People are talking."

"Don't say that," I said with a frown.

"Why not? Tiffany doesn't care," she said with a wave of her hand.

"I can't give her to you," I repeated. "That's not fair."

"Just for a week," Candy said. "Tell her she belongs to me for a week and then you can have her back."

"What are you gonna do with her?"

"I don't know," she said with a smile. "Maybe I'll just spank her a lot."

"What?"

"Oh!" Tiffany giggled. "We haven't tried that yet."

"You've got to be nice to her," I said, staring into Candy's eyes. "I mean it."

"I'm gonna be nice!" She rolled her eyes. "I swear, I just want to get to know her better."

"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Because we're going to get married someday, remember?"

"Yeah, but…"

"So she's gonna be half-mine anyway," Candy said with a grin. "I'm not gonna break your toy girl. I promise."

"This is weird," I sighed. "Let me think about it."

I reached for her blouse and intended to pull it up because I loved playing with her boobs, but she stopped me.

"Tell her first," she said seriously and then softened with a smile. "And then you can think about it."

"You promise?"

"Josh!"

"Alright," I frowned, looking at Tiffany. "Hey, um…I'm gonna give you to Candy, okay? For a week."

"You don't have to ask her," Candy said.

"Yeah I do," I replied.

"Alright, Josh." Tiffany smiled at us. "Do you want me to leave now?"

"You don't mind?" I asked her.

"See?" Candy smiled at me. "She's fine…Now, what did you want to think about?"

"I want you to be happy," Tiffany said with a shrug. "Both of you."

I completely didn't understand at all. Neither one of them. Real girls, synthetic girls, they were all a mystery. A lot of times I felt as if Candy owned me the same way I owned Tiffany, except sometimes it seemed like Tiffany owned me too. But the weird part is that I kind of liked it…Is that what love is?

"Just unbutton it," Candy sighed as I played my fingers across her blouse. "Take it off for me."

"Yeah," I agreed, kind of resenting the way she'd turned sex into my reward for being a good boy and giving Candy what she wanted.

She reached for her pants, some designer jeans, and started unbuttoning them while I undid her blouse.

"Hey, Tiffany," she called out. "Pull these off for me."

"Sure, Candy," Tiffany agreed.

She pulled the tight denim down Candy's legs with a giggle.

"Do you want me to pull your panties down too?"

"Yeah," Candy replied with a smile for me and I was only slowly getting her blouse open. "And then you can help Josh take off his clothes."

"Alright," Tiffany said happily, pulling the panties down Candy's pale thighs. "You've got a pretty pussy."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" Candy asked, sitting up as I slipped her blouse off her shoulders.

"Because it's yours," Tiffany replied, holding up the panties and folding them neatly.

"What do you mean?" Candy narrowed her eyes.

I fumbled with the catch of her bra as I felt the excitement growing inside me. I wasn't sure what was going on, but listening to the two girls talk seemed kind of interesting. I didn't know what Candy was up to, but I never knew what she might do next. It's one of the things I liked about her for some reason, even though it could be kind of frustrating sometimes.

"You're Josh's girlfriend," Tiffany said with a tiny shrug, moving across the bed so she could undress me.

"That's a good reason," Candy decided with a giggle, getting comfortable on the bed now that was naked.

I tried to see any difference in her tummy, but there wasn't any since she was only three weeks pregnant or something. Candy's stomach looked soft and flat as ever. Her breasts were flattened slightly, falling away from each other just a bit and leaving a wide, pale valley between them. She had her legs slightly spread and I could see her brown pubic hair, not a lot of it, but not so neatly groomed as Tiffany's either. I couldn't see her clit or anything, not even her pussy lips as they were still small and tucked into the crease of her sex.

And Tiffany watched us. I couldn't help but compare them, being side-by-side like they were with Tiffany wearing only a tiny red thong that didn't hide anything. It split her pussy and I could see her labia hanging around it, all puffy and glistening. She always seemed to be wet and I knew if I could have seen her clitoris, it would've been a hard little nub of pink flesh begging for attention. Her nipples were practically in my face as she helped get my clothes off. They were long and fat, her heavy breasts swaying with her freshly bronzed skin pulled taut. Tiffany looked perfect and I wanted her, but seeing them together like that...Candy's imperfections made my heart swell with more than lust.

"Kiss me," Candy breathed, pulling my mouth to hers.

I ran my hand across her breasts, playing with her nipples and then sliding down to her tummy. I stroked her warm skin, feeling nothing but her beneath my fingers. Candy put her hand on mine while our tongues played in her mouth and then mine. She guided my fingers, drawing a slow circle around her stomach until we broke our kiss for a drink of fresh air.

"There's a baby in there," she whispered. "Our baby. I love you, Josh. Thank you."

We kissed again and I suppose that's when I finally realized that Candy wanted to have a baby. She wasn't just stuck with it, she actually wanted to have our baby. It didn't really surprise me though; she'd been giving me a lot of clues. I thought she might even have planned the whole thing from the beginning, but that seemed sort of devious even for a girl. With the zero population laws, though...Candy could only have one baby in her whole life; it wasn't the sort of thing girls left to chance, not even sixteen-year-olds in the heat of passion. And how else does a real girl compete with perfection anyway, or any rival for that matter?

I really didn't want to think about that stuff. 

"Hmmm…" She licked her lips and smiled, glancing at Tiffany who sat quietly beside us. "What does she do?"

"Tiffany?" I shrugged. "Anything…I think. She never says no or whatever."

"Never?" Candy grinned at me. "Does she suck you and everything?"

"Yeah." I smiled sheepishly. "Why?"

"Tell her to do it," she said. "I want to see her suck it."

"Ummmm…" I laughed and wondered if this would turn out to be really cool or really bad. "Tiffany, suck my cock for me."

"Yummmm..." Tiffany licked her lips with a grin.

"But don't make him cum," Candy warned her. "And finger me too. Play with my pussy."

I couldn't believe I was making out with my girlfriend while my girl sucked my cock. Tiffany's warm, wet mouth moved up and down shaft at a slow, leisurely pace. She wasn't supposed to let me cum and so her tongue only teased me lightly, fluttering along the underside or swirling around the smooth head occasionally. She held my balls with one hand, gently rolling them with her fingers, while the other massaged Candy's humid sex. Every now and then I'd glance down to see Tiffany's middle finger disappearing between my girlfriend's labia, or her thumb rubbing Candy's clitoris.

We were both moving, Candy and me, kissing deeply while I played with her tits and thick hair, so different than the soft silk of Tiffany's. All of my senses were being slowly but surely overwhelmed. The distinctive scent of female arousal filled my nose and I imagined I could taste it on my tongue. I'd never licked Candy, but I'd kissed Tiffany's pussy hundred's of times and my mouth had memorized the tart, oily flavor of her cum. I wondered if Candy would taste the same and I was tempted to slide down her body and find out.

"Make love to me," she sighed, looking very flushed and panting for air as Tiffany must have been trying hard to bring her off.

"Yeah," I agreed with a smile. "Get on top of me."

I liked fucking Tiffany from behind, but for some reason I enjoyed it the most when Candy got on top of me. Probably because she really seemed to like controlling how hard and fast we did it. Even though we'd made love the day before and I'd knocked her up almost a month ago, she was still practically a virgin and so small inside that it almost hurt when I entered her pussy. Thankfully, Tiffany had done a good job getting Candy wet and relaxed and ready for me. She even held my cock steady as my girlfriend straddled my hips and lowered her pussy onto my dick.

"Hmmm…" I sighed as I felt my penis stretching the mouth of Candy's sex until it seemed to pop inside her all at once. And then the buttery warmth of her vaginal walls were squeezing my cock and trying to push me back out, but that only made it feel better for both of us.

"Yessss…" she hissed between clenched teeth, taking all of my cock until she sat on my pelvis with her pubic hair pressed against mine.

I pulled Candy down, wrapping my arms around her while we made love. We kissed all the while, only stopping when she suddenly gasped and lifted her head with a funny look on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"She's licking my butt!" Candy said with a breathless giggle, looking over her shoulder. I tried to look too, but I couldn't see anything except Tiffany's crouched body.

"Does it feel good?"

"I think so," Candy whispered. "Yeah. It's, uh…okay."

We started moving again and occasionally I could feel Tiffany's tongue playing across my shaft where it was exposed, but mostly she lapped at Candy's vulnerable asshole. It must have felt pretty good, because it didn't take long for my girlfriend to cum. She rode my cock hard for several minutes, rocking her hips and rolling her ass, grinding herself against me. I just held her tightly, kissing Candy's face and enjoying the way her pussy seemed to grab my cock and squeeze.

I came inside her a few minutes later, flooding her with my hot semen and knowing she was already pregnant. It sounds strange, but it's the same thought I always had when we made love. Like cumming inside my pregnant girlfriend had to be the most awesome thing in the world, but I didn't know why I liked it so much. It's just one of those strange thoughts that come and go in the middle of an intense orgasm. I'd probably knocked Candy up the very first time we'd had sex. The night I'd taken her virginity, I'd given her a baby in return. I felt drunk and giddy and for some reason that seemed like a fair trade.

I had to be crazy.

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"Are you crazy?" Dad stared at me. "What do you mean she's pregnant?"

"That's what she said," I replied weakly.

"When?"

"When did she get pregnant? Or…"

"When did she tell you?"

"Three days ago," I said. "Um, after I got home from school, we went to the park and…"

"Candice told you on Tuesday?"

"Yeah."

"And you're just telling me now?"

"Well, she was only about a week late, so…" I shrugged.

"I guess you fucked her," he said. "You did fuck her, right?"

"Uh…" I blinked because I'd never heard my dad use the F word before. Never.

"You didn't think of using a condom?"

"Not really," I cleared my throat. "It just kinda…happened."

"Do her parents know?"

"Candy said she was going to tell them today."

"Hmph."

"She got one of those test things yesterday," I said. "And I guess…you know…it worked."

"She can't have your baby," Dad decided. "Are you sure it's yours?"

"Well…Yeah," I said with a shrug. "It has to be mine. Right?"

"She hasn't been fucking anybody else?"

"No!"

"The pool boy? The mailman? She didn't bang six guys she met at a party?"

"What?" I frowned at him. "Don't say that! I love her!"

"Shit." Dad frowned too. He knew as well as I did that Candy wasn't a slut. She'd never even kissed a boy until she'd kissed me.

"She wants to get married," I said slowly. "After we graduate."

"She's going to get an abortion," he said. "That's what she's going to do."

"Um, she said abortion is murder."

"Don't say a word to your mother."

"I won't," I promised.

"And you don't see her anymore. Understand me?"

"Candy? But…Why?"

"You're grounded until we sort this out."

"What about Tiffany?" I asked. "She's at Candy's house."

"She can find her own way home," Dad said and he hadn't been too happy that I'd given her away for a week either. This was worse though.

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"What's wrong with you, Josh?" Mom asked. "You got Candice pregnant? What were you thinking?"

"Dad told you?"

"No! Her mother told me." She narrowed her eyes. "Your father knows?"

"I told him yesterday."

"Well, aren't I the last to know." She looked hurt more than angry.

"Sorry, Mom."

"I'm thirty-five," she said, sitting down on my bed. "I'm going to be a grandmother."

"Ummm…"

"Why didn't you use a condom?" She stood up again, walking around and waving her arms. "There's a whole box of them in my bedroom!"

"I don't know."

"This is just great. How are you supposed to go to college with a wife and baby?"

"Wife?" I'd been hoping she didn't know that part yet.

"Candy told her mother you two are planning to get married!"

"Uhhh…Kinda." I swallowed hard. "I guess."

"Thanks for letting me know, Josh." She left the room.

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"If somebody was a robot," I said slowly. "But nobody told him…How would he know?"

"Hmmm…" Dr. Harmon smiled at me. "Do you think you're a robot?"

"No," I said with a small laugh. "I just…Sometimes I feel like one, you know?"

"Explain that to me."

"I mean, I do things without really knowing why," I said. "I don't even ask why. I just do them."

"Like what?" he asked, sitting back in his chair.

"I dunno." I shrugged. "Like my girlfriend. If she wants me to do something, I can't tell her no and if I do…I end up saying I'm sorry and I do it anyway."

"Heh!" Dr. Harmon chuckled and I laughed.

"It sounds dumb, right?"

"No, Josh," he said. "It's not dumb and you're not a robot."

"I know," I sighed. "I think love is like that though."

"Sometimes it is," he agreed. "But real love, healthy love, is a shared experience."

"Hmmm…" I thought about that.

"I have a theory," he said. "Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure." I shrugged.

"You've had Tiffany for almost three years and you've been learning how to love from her," Dr. Harmon said. "She's been your example and because of what she is, you've seen love as an unconditional gift. She gives you whatever you ask of her without complaining or asking for anything in return but your happiness."

"Yeah," I said with a nod. "Kinda…But I love her back too."

"In your own way," he agreed. "But if she asks for nothing, not even gratitude…Is she capable of accepting your love? Can she understand it?"

"I don't know," I sighed.

"And now you have a girlfriend and you want to love her," he continued. "So you're borrowing from Tiffany's example."

"You think so?"

"It's a theory," Dr. Harmon said with a shrug. "What do you think?"

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"Where have you been?" I stared at Tiffany and she looked much like she had when Candy had taken her home.

She wore a short white skirt that showed of her legs and butt, and a half-T that hugged her tits and offered a tantalizing view of her tummy. I'd just gotten out of the shower after washing away all the guilt my parents had given me, or trying to anyway. I'd been trying for the last four days actually. The guilt people deserve tends to stay where it is no matter how much soap they use and I wasn't the exception.

"You were supposed to come back yesterday," I complained.

"We were busy planning the wedding," she said with a smile. "I missed you!"

"We're not getting married for three more years!"

"Candy's getting excited about it." Tiffany closed my bedroom door behind her. "Did you miss me?"

"What? Yeah." I nodded. "I missed you a lot. I just…Everybody's mad at me."

"I'm not," she sighed, crossing the room and reaching for me. "Come here. Do you want to dance?"

"Dance?" I smiled as she took the towel out of my hands. "What are you talking about?"

"Candy taught me how to dance," she said with a giggle. "I want to dance with you."

"Oh, I'm not a very good, um…" I sighed and put my arm around her waist. "What kind of dance?"

"It's waltzing," she said. "Like this…Watch my feet…See…"

We were waltzing in my bedroom, except we couldn't really waltz very far. Mostly we stayed in one place and turned a lot. I felt sort of silly at first, being naked and all, but not for long. I'd missed her a lot.

"You're doing it!" Tiffany laughed and I couldn't stop smiling.

"Yeah! Oops! Sorry!"

She smelled so good, not like perfume or even soap. She smelled like Tiffany and I'd missed it. I'd missed her smile and her hair and her soft skin and ice blue eyes. I felt her hand squeezing mine. The small of her back felt warm under my fingers as I held her close. We hadn't even turned on any music, but I could hear it. We were dancing.

"I love you," I said, stealing a kiss and Tiffany's eyes sparkled like pale blue diamonds. The really expensive kind that take a billion years to make.

"I'm glad," she replied softly, putting her head on my shoulder and we weren't waltzing anymore.

"Do you love me?" I asked, sliding my hands up and down her supple spine.

"I want to," she breathed. "More than anything else in the world."

"You did once," I reminded her. "You cried and thought you were broken…"

"But I wasn't," she said with a smile, lifting her head so she could look into my eyes. "Maybe I'm broken now."

"No," I decided. "You just need more time."

"I'm sorry I'm not what you want me to be."

"Shhhh…" I smiled and shook my head. "You've got no idea, do you?"

"I don't understand."

"Yeah you do." I kissed her lips. "I love you."

And then I kissed her again, sliding my hands down her hips and pushing her skirt until it fell around her feet. My erection found Tiffany's soft mound and I bent my knees just enough to get it between her thighs. We couldn't really fuck standing like that, but her pussy could ride the length of my penis while we moved. It felt good, like a wonderful tease as the shaft would slide along her moist slit. I wanted to push it inside her so badly I could taste it, but I liked the anticipation even more.

"What else did you do all week?" I asked, holding Tiffany's perfect ass in my hands and feeling her incredible tits against my chest.

"Candy spanked me," she said with a giggle.

"Really?" I smiled at her laugh, but I wasn't too sure about the rest of it. "Did she spank you hard?"

"No. We were just playing." Tiffany scrunched up her nose. "She wanted to talk mostly. She asked me all about you."

"Me?"

"What you like and what you don't like," she said. "Candy asked me how we have sex."

"Uhhh…Like everybody else?" I grinned at her.

"I taught her how to suck a cock."

"You did?"

"She wants to do it for you." Tiffany nodded. "But she's a little scared. She wanted to know what it feels like when you cum and if it tastes good."

"She wants to suck my dick?"

"Of course she does! Candy loves you." She grinned. "She practiced with a cucumber."

"Heh!" I chuckled and pursed her lips.

"Don't say anything about that," she said. "I wasn't supposed to tell you."

"I won't say anything," I promised. "What else?"

"Hmmm…She wanted me to lick her pussy. I did that a lot."

"You did?" I smiled at her. "Did you like it?"

"It's fun." Tiffany shrugged. "We did in the bathtub."

"Really?" I grinned at her.

"We kind of made a mess," she said with a giggle. "She's got a huge bathtub."

"You're not gonna turn Candy into one of those lesbian chicks," I teased her. "Are you?"

"I should!" Tiffany gasped happily. "What a great idea!"

"What?" I blinked at her.

"I'm teasing!" She giggled. "Did I do it right?"

"You know how to tease now?"

"She's been teaching me."

"Oh." I had no idea how to teach something like that. I hadn't tried to teach Tiffany anything.

"Anyway," she said with a shrug. "Candy's your girlfriend. You want her to be happy, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "But I want you to be happy too."

"You should fuck me then," she decided. "On the floor. I like it that way."

"Me too," I sighed, reluctantly letting her go as Tiffany got on her hands and knees.

I didn't have to do anything but kneel behind her, holding her hips and enjoying the view while she fucked me. Tiffany watched me over her shoulder, panting and smiling, licking her lips as she pushed herself onto my cock. She rolled her hips and tightened her pussy, rocking her hot body on my dick. Her heavy tits were swaying beneath her, those fat nipples pointed at the floor. Tiffany's firm ass would slap against me as she moved faster and I had to push against the pleasure.

She moaned as I pulled her hips and thrust myself forward over and over. I tried to imagine her licking out Candy, sucking my girlfriend's pussy, and I wished she was with us. I could fuck Tiffany with my cock while she fucked Candy with her tongue and there's something about two hot girls having sex that just seems cool for some reason. I didn't know why I liked the idea, but I did. I wanted to fuck Tiffany while Candy licked her clit and kissed my wet cock as it slid back and forth. That turned out to be the fantasy that made me cum…That and Tiffany's awesome pussy milking my dick while she came too.

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"That's almost insulting, John." Mr. Hampstead took a deep breath. "I'm not sure I like what you're suggesting."

"I'm not suggesting anything," my dad replied. "Candice is a beautiful, intelligent young woman. Trish and I are very fond of her…"

I sensed a big but coming.

"…but I think a paternity test would be a sensible precaution," he continued. "All things considered."

"My daughter knows who the father of her baby is and..."

"And we all want to share your confidence," Dad said reasonably. "We only have two children, Roger…Who's going to run your company when you retire?"

"Hmmm…" Mr. Hampstead narrowed his eyes at me. "I'm beginning see your point, John."

I'm glad he did, but I was feeling a little confused. I knew better than to ask though and Candy gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

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"…and we've got a contractor coming out next week to take a look," Mrs. Hampstead said. "I think we want a lot more sunlight in the nursery."

"Of course," Mom agreed, looking around one of the spare bedrooms in the Hampstead home. "This will be wonderful. What colors are you thinking about?"

"Well, I'm thinking yellow and orange, but a very soft orange. Very pastel colors…"

"And then dressing it up after the baby is born," my mom said with a smile. "I know an absolutely amazing decorator. She did our entire upstairs. I'll have her give you a call."

"Wanna sneak out?" Candy whispered and I nodded.

"Oh! Give her my number." Mrs. Hampstead nodded eagerly. "The three of us can have lunch together sometime and talk about it."

"That would be wonderful," Mom agreed. "Have you thought about a nanny yet?"

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"Do I look fat?" Candy wondered, pulling up her sweater and turning sideways.

"Not at all," I said and there might have been just a small bulge in her belly, but it was hardly noticeable. "You look beautiful."

"I'm just glad I'm not sick anymore," she said with a giggle. "That sucked so bad."

"What did the doctor say?" I asked, sitting down on her bed as Candy kept looking at herself in the mirror. As near as the doctor could tell, she was twelve weeks pregnant and worried about her figure. I couldn't wait to see her all big and round and full of baby.

"He said we're both fine," she replied. "My next appointment's in two weeks. You want to come with me?"

"Yeah. Of course I do." I nodded. "I wanted to go with you today, but I had that stupid test at school."

"I know," she said with a happy smile. "I'm gonna start showing pretty soon. What about my butt? Is it getting bigger?"

"I dunno," I teased her. "Let me see it."

"Ha!" She grinned and lifted the back of her skirt, flashing me her pink panties.

"What a tease!" I pushed myself off the bed and hugged her from behind. "Bend over, let me see."

"Oh! You just want to…Oh!" She gasped and braced herself on her dresser as I pushed her down. "Josh!"

"Your ass is perfect," I decided, flipping her skirt over her back and pulling her panties down. "In fact, it's kinda making my dick hard."

"Yeah," Candy sighed, grinning at me over her shoulder. "Put it in me."

"I am," I whispered, pulling my cock out of my pants and I found her pussy already soaked. "This pregnancy thing is so cool."

"What? Why? Oh fuck!" She hitched a sharp breath as I pushed my cock inside her quickly, and all the way too.

"Cause you're always horny," I breathed, bending over her back so I could play with her tits while we fucked.

"Me?" Candy gasped with soft giggle. "Ohhh…Ummm…Like that. Yeah. Do it hard, okay?"

"Fast?"

"Yeah, fast…but…not too…Oh! Ummm…Huh!"

After Candy had gotten over her morning sickness, we fucked every chance we had. If we were alone for more than five minutes, we were having sex and it seemed kind of crazy, but it was a lot of fun too. Like right then, fucking her from behind in her bedroom while our mother's discussed wallpaper in the next room, Candy was already full of semen from fucking me on the dining room table half an hour before.

"Oh! There you are!" Tiffany said with a grin. "I thought you might be hungry."

"Starving!" Candy gasped as I drove my cock inside her. "Ow!"

"I made you some cucumber sandwiches."

"Close the…Ugh! …door," I told her. "Jesus! Candy, you feel...Ugh!...great!"

"So do you!" she replied, red faced and smiling happily. "That feels good. Yeah. Just like that."

"I brought you a glass of milk too," Tiffany continued, closing the door with her foot as she carried a tray laden with food. "You need a lot of calcium."

"Thanks," Candy breathed. "Oh! God…I'm gonna cum! Squeeze my tits! Harder! Uh-huh!"

"You're welcome." Tiffany put the tray on the dresser. "Do you need anything else?"

"Noooo…" Candy sighed, shivering with pleasure as her pussy milked my cock with sharp, rapid contractions.

"Okay!" Tiffany kissed my cheek. "I'll be downstairs if you need me. I promised Rosita I'd help her fix dinner. She's so sweet!"

"Yeah right!" I said, grunting the words as I tried to hold my orgasm back for one more precious second.

I couldn't help it. I had to cum inside her. I kissed Candy's hair and cheeks until she turned her head so I could kiss her lips. My cock pulsed eagerly, spilling what little semen I had left into her sex. We were joined again that way and always would be, or so it seemed to me. I loved her completely, unconditionally perhaps, the same way Tiffany loved me. I didn't know and just then I didn't care. It didn't matter as long as we were together.

"Josh?"

"Hmmm?" I sighed, still bent over Candy as she took a bite of a cucumber sandwich.

"I want Tiffany to be our nanny."

"You do?"

"Yeah." She turned her shoulders and offered me a bite. "I'm gonna tell my mom, okay?"

"Mmmph-hmmph," I nodded and swallowed. "Why?"

"She'll make a good one," Candy sighed. "She loves you so much."

"Tiffany?" I narrowed my eyes. "How do you know?"

"She told me," Candy said with a shrug and then giggled. "Plus it's pretty obvious. I'm not blind, you know."

"But I asked her and…"

"She didn't want to upset you."

"What?"

"You really don't get it, huh?" Candy shook her head. "She wants you to be happy. That's all she cares about."

"Yeah, but…I thought they fixed her," I said. "Or broke her again or…"

"She's not broken, Josh. She's just in love."

I had to think about that. Tiffany really did love me? She couldn't lie, but...She'd never told me she didn't love me. She always talked around the subject and I always assumed the worst. Did she love me so much that she'd hide it from me? She kept pushing me towards Candy, trying to make me feel good about loving a real girl. I'd always thought it was just because she couldn't do anything else, but maybe she didn't want to do anything else. Tiffany knew what I needed; she always had.

"You're not jealous?" I asked slowly, looking into Candy's eyes and she didn't know how to lie either.

"A little maybe," she admitted with a shrug. "Sometimes I wish she wasn't so perfect, but…You love me, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "I love you."

"And you love our baby?"

"I love our baby, Candy," I said, smiling as I touched her tummy. "More than anything."

"I know." She kissed me softly on the lips. "That's why Tiffany loves it too."

And Candice was right about everything.

 

The End