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want you to resent me for making you give stuff up!”
“Rosie no, I was single. You should never bring shit like that into a relationship. One of us would enjoy it more than the other, guaranteed! And that leads to jealousy and all sorts. Plus, they’re a good laugh but nothing compared to what we have, most of them ended with me just watching and having a wank anyway!”
H e kisses the top of my head like he’s just said the sweetest thing to me and I laugh again.
After a while of lying quietly and listening to the ‘Chill Mix’ I have one more question that for some reason unknown to me, I need to ask.
“Jackson, have you ever done anal?” I’m sheepish as I ask; Jackson lets out a brief laugh before he answers,
“Given or received?” O h I hadn’t thought that far ahead…
“Erm either?”
“I’ve given yes. Why are you asking that?” Oh I knew I shouldn’t have opened that can of worms, he sounds hopeful.
I’ve so far managed to keep Jackson well away from my rear end. The boyfriends that I had before Michael had tried to get me to do it but I didn’t want to, Michael thankfully had no interest in it at all; he thought it would mean that he was gay if he did. But I know men generally love it and now it’s on Jackson’s radar too.
“I don’t know, just wondered I guess. Forget I asked!” I try to brush it off,
“Have you?” He’s more hopeful now,
“No! And I don’t really think I want to babe, it freaks me out a bit.”
“Have you eve r tried? With fingers or anything?” Oh god, why did I open my mouth?
“N o nothing and I can’t imagine that I would enjoy it!” I sit up, uncomfortable with the topic. Jackson sits up and shuffles closer to me, brushing my hair off my neck and kissing me there before whispering in my ear,
“I’d make sure you did!” His gravelly voice is full of promise and my body defies my mind as the heat between my legs radiates. “No pressure though beautiful, I get plenty of pleasure from here!”
A s he speaks he slides his right hand across the top of my thigh and between my legs, once he feels that I’m wet he inhales and pushes a finger inside me,
“ Come here!”
We’ve been in The Lakes a couple of nights now and its bliss. Rosie is more relaxed than she’s been in weeks and she’s started sleeping through the night again.
I wanted to get up early and go walking this morning but she looked so peaceful and gorgeous when I looked at her asleep this morning that I couldn’t bear to wake her. I left a not e telling her where I’d gone and came out for some fresh air; she’s probably been doing too much anyway. Her leg isn’t fully healed yet.
All around the cottage where we’re staying there are green field s and hills, I’ve been walking for about an hour when I look up and really take in the views. I can look down over the village and I truly feel peaceful. I decide to sit for a bit.
Since we arrived, Rosie and I have done a good job of ignoring what’s waiting for us when we get home but the fact is that as of tomorrow it’s June and that means that Sasha’s baby is due in just three weeks. Sasha’s baby, I can’t even bring myself to say that it’s mine.
I feel panic wash over me; I do not want this child. I know that makes me sound like a bastard. I got the girl pregnant and I should stand by her, but how can I? Rosie is the woman I should be having a child with but that was taken away from us. Maybe that’s my fault but it doesn’t make it fair.
I think about how it’s going to work. Is Rosie going to really be right by my side, supporting my child despite her hatred towards its mother? I can’t imagine the strength it would take to do it, to go through it all. I dread the moment that she realises that it’s all too much and runs for the hills, I hope to god it never happens, but I think it will. I couldn’t do it.
I head back to the cottage and as I approach I see Rosie reading on the garden swing on the
“Rosie no, I was single. You should never bring shit like that into a relationship. One of us would enjoy it more than the other, guaranteed! And that leads to jealousy and all sorts. Plus, they’re a good laugh but nothing compared to what we have, most of them ended with me just watching and having a wank anyway!”
H e kisses the top of my head like he’s just said the sweetest thing to me and I laugh again.
After a while of lying quietly and listening to the ‘Chill Mix’ I have one more question that for some reason unknown to me, I need to ask.
“Jackson, have you ever done anal?” I’m sheepish as I ask; Jackson lets out a brief laugh before he answers,
“Given or received?” O h I hadn’t thought that far ahead…
“Erm either?”
“I’ve given yes. Why are you asking that?” Oh I knew I shouldn’t have opened that can of worms, he sounds hopeful.
I’ve so far managed to keep Jackson well away from my rear end. The boyfriends that I had before Michael had tried to get me to do it but I didn’t want to, Michael thankfully had no interest in it at all; he thought it would mean that he was gay if he did. But I know men generally love it and now it’s on Jackson’s radar too.
“I don’t know, just wondered I guess. Forget I asked!” I try to brush it off,
“Have you?” He’s more hopeful now,
“No! And I don’t really think I want to babe, it freaks me out a bit.”
“Have you eve r tried? With fingers or anything?” Oh god, why did I open my mouth?
“N o nothing and I can’t imagine that I would enjoy it!” I sit up, uncomfortable with the topic. Jackson sits up and shuffles closer to me, brushing my hair off my neck and kissing me there before whispering in my ear,
“I’d make sure you did!” His gravelly voice is full of promise and my body defies my mind as the heat between my legs radiates. “No pressure though beautiful, I get plenty of pleasure from here!”
A s he speaks he slides his right hand across the top of my thigh and between my legs, once he feels that I’m wet he inhales and pushes a finger inside me,
“ Come here!”
We’ve been in The Lakes a couple of nights now and its bliss. Rosie is more relaxed than she’s been in weeks and she’s started sleeping through the night again.
I wanted to get up early and go walking this morning but she looked so peaceful and gorgeous when I looked at her asleep this morning that I couldn’t bear to wake her. I left a not e telling her where I’d gone and came out for some fresh air; she’s probably been doing too much anyway. Her leg isn’t fully healed yet.
All around the cottage where we’re staying there are green field s and hills, I’ve been walking for about an hour when I look up and really take in the views. I can look down over the village and I truly feel peaceful. I decide to sit for a bit.
Since we arrived, Rosie and I have done a good job of ignoring what’s waiting for us when we get home but the fact is that as of tomorrow it’s June and that means that Sasha’s baby is due in just three weeks. Sasha’s baby, I can’t even bring myself to say that it’s mine.
I feel panic wash over me; I do not want this child. I know that makes me sound like a bastard. I got the girl pregnant and I should stand by her, but how can I? Rosie is the woman I should be having a child with but that was taken away from us. Maybe that’s my fault but it doesn’t make it fair.
I think about how it’s going to work. Is Rosie going to really be right by my side, supporting my child despite her hatred towards its mother? I can’t imagine the strength it would take to do it, to go through it all. I dread the moment that she realises that it’s all too much and runs for the hills, I hope to god it never happens, but I think it will. I couldn’t do it.
I head back to the cottage and as I approach I see Rosie reading on the garden swing on the
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