That's What Friends Are For
Chapter 18
by kie

Steve and I walked around to the front of the house to grab my bag. Steve refused to let me carry it.

“I don’t want you hurting yourself or the baby,” he said as he took the bag from my hand.

“Steve, I don’t think carrying a bag that ways ten pounds is going to hurt the baby.”

He kissed me softly. “Regardless, I’m going to take care of you.”

“Spoil me, more likely.”

“Same thing,” he said. “You deserve it.”

“Steve, please don’t. I will turn into my mother, then.”

“All right, no full-out spoiling. Maybe just a bit of pampering.”

“You’re impossible,” I said, smiling and following him as he walked towards the porch. When we reached the door, he stopped, waiting for me so he could hold the door open.

“Steve,” I said suddenly, “what are we going to tell your parents?”

”That the most wonderful woman in the world has agreed to marry me.”

“I meant about my being pregnant. I don’t want them to think….you know…”

“We can wait, if you want. Although I’m pretty sure they’d understand.”

“Can we wait, just a little longer?” I asked. I figured they’d understand, too, but just in case they didn’t, well, having one mother yell at me already that day was plenty.

“Sure, love. We can wait as long as you want.”

“Thank you. I just don’t want them to think that I’m after you solely because I’m pregnant.”

“They wouldn’t think that. They already think you’re after me for my money.”

“Maybe I am. How do you know my mother didn’t run a financial check on you and your family?”

“Knowing your mother,” Steve said, “she probably did.”

We laughed, and then went inside. The Pages were setting up for a game of Monopoly at the dining room table. We walked in and the three of them looked up at us expectantly.

“She said yes,” Steve said. Before I could react, Matt was hugging me tightly, kissing me on the cheek, telling me he had always known Steve and I were meant for each other. Steve’s mom held me at arms length, beamed at me then hugged me. His dad did the same, saying that Steve was very lucky.

“I’m the lucky one” I said once his dad let me go. Steve and I shared a look that made me feel warm and fuzzy inside, smiling almost shyly at one another. It only lasted a moment, as Matt, ever the pesky little brother even in his mid-twenties, started talking trash to Steve about the game. I laughed as the two went back and forth, their taunts getting more outrageous each time around.

“Would the two of you hush long enough to start the game?” their mom asked them as she finished counting out money. The brothers settled down, and we started playing. I’m one of those people who can never seem to get a Monopoly on her own and can screw up everyone else’s chances of getting one, so there came a point about and hour into the game where Steve wanted to make a deal. He had Indiana and Kentucky, Virginia, two railroads and Park Place. I had Baltic, Connecticut, and Boardwalk.

“I’ll trade you the two reds and,” he counted out some money, “nine hundred dollars for Boardwalk.” I thought for a moment.

“Want more?” Steve asked me. His parents were both out of the room and Matt was on the phone not paying much attention to us, so he leaned in and whispered in my ear “I’ll also throw in the best shag you’ve ever had. I’ll start by kissing your neck, nibbling on your earlobes, kissing my way down your chest. I’ll pay extra attention to your breasts, sucking on them, fondling them…..I’ll work my way down to your legs, spreading them wide, running my fingers along your lips, gently pinching, rub my finger lightly over your clit before I start to suck on it, nibble on it, then lick it. Once you’re nice and wet, I’ll slide in one finger, then two….” Oh my dear god, this was insane. I could feel myself getting wetter as Steve described just what he was going to do to me if I accepted his trade. Who knew Monopoly could be so much fun?

I was practically panting by the time Steve started describing how he would move in and out of me.

“Here,” I said, shoving the Boardwalk card over to him. “Excuse me.”

I stood, intending to go to the bathroom and try to regain my composure. I headed towards the living room, and Steve called out after me “Upstairs, second door on the left.” I followed his directions and found myself in a bedroom. I figured I must have misheard him, so I turned, only to walk into Steve. He grinned at me as he leaned in and kissed me, pushing me towards the bed as he slid the sweater from my arms, running his hands over my bare arms. I fell back on the bed, pulling him down with me, and he started kissing my neck.

“What about your parents?” I asked in a throaty whisper as his grazed his teeth over my earlobe.

“We’ve got a few moments,” he said, starting to kiss down to my chest. I let the thought go as he proceeded to do everything he said he would to my body. My breasts were extra sensitive, due to my pregnancy, and the feel of Steve lightly squeezing them was maddeningly delightful. I panted and moaned softly as he ran his tongue over the erect peaks. I arched my back slightly and ran my hands through his hair, holding him to my chest, never wanting him to stop the soft puckering kisses that had every ultra-sensitive nerve in my breasts tingling with desire.

“Oh god, Steve,” I muttered as his kisses slowly moved to the underside of my left breast. He skimmed his teeth lightly over the skin, then ran his tongue in the opposite direction. My heart was racing incredibly fast under his lips, I’m pretty sure he felt it pounding. He moved to the other side, giving it equal attention. He nuzzled the underside of my right breast, and I squirmed under him, hoping to make part of his body touch me between the legs, but he was having none of it. After he had thoroughly teased my chest, he kissed his way down my stomach, over the button of my pants, and down to my crotch. The feel of his breath through my pants and panties drove me perilously close to the edge, but as he kissed me through the fabric, he made sure to do everything he could to keep me from coming. He kissed his way back up my body and brought his lips to mine, placing himself between my legs, pressing his hips against me. I rubbed against him, feeling his erection through our clothing. He moaned as I moved against him. I felt myself peaking, and stopped rubbing against him. He looked at me, puzzled.

“I’m not coming without you,” I whispered in his ear, licking the rim lightly. He shuddered at the feeling.

“What if I insist?” he asked, sliding his hands between us, working it under the waist of my pants. I felt his fingers glide over my sex for a moment before spreading my lips and finding my clit. He started rubbing in a small circle, and no matter what I tried to think of, everything lead to the feel of Steve laying over me, touching me in the most delectable way. My hips started rocking, and he rubbed faster, leaning his face down to kiss me lightly. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and I couldn’t help but think of his tongue sliding in to me, and that was enough to send me over. I cried out against his mouth, pressing myself against his hand as hard as I could. As I came down from the heights of ecstasy, he rolled small circles over my clit, sending little shudders coursing through my body.

“We should get back downstairs,” Steve said. “Think you can wipe that satisfied grin off your face?”

“I think so,” I said, running my fingers down his jaw. “But trust me, I’ll put it on your face tonight.”

“I don’t doubt it for a minute.” He climbed off the bed, and held out his hand to help me up, then slowly started dressing me.

“I can’t wait to take this back off of you,” he whispered. I smiled at him, then pushed him back on the bed. He looked at me, his brown eyes wide with surprise, as I started kissing his erection through his jeans. I knew, since we had just made love by the creek a short time ago, that it was too soon for him to come again, which is why I had wanted to wait on my own gratification. But, I didn’t see any harm in teasing the hell out of him in the mean while.

I wrapped my lips around the top of the bulge in his pants, and he moaned into the back of his hand. I knew, from him doing something similar to me a few minutes ago, that my breath was warm against him, and when I pulled away, the cool room air temperature made a pleasant contrast. Steve was moving his hips against me, and a small, strangled “Please!” escaped from his lips. I slowly undid his jeans, freed him from his boxers and ran my lips up and down his length.

“Have I ever told you,” I said between kisses, “that you have, by far, the most perfect cock I have ever seen? It’s just the perfect length. Just the right thickness to fill me, and reach those special places. And this cute little freckle…” I kissed the small brown mark on the very tip of his head, then licked away a drop of pre-cum. “If they had a cock contest, you’d win, hands down.”

Steve abruptly pulled away from me.

“Damn, woman,” he said, trying to regain his composure. I sat back on my heels and put on the most innocent face I could.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, but I’m going to have a very hard time concentrating on the game.”

“Good,” I said, running my tongue over my teeth, mimicking a move that Steve did that made me incredibly hot. Apparently, I had the same effect on him, because he inhaled quickly, then rushed to put himself away. We shared on last kiss before leaving the room. I went to the bathroom, then went downstairs, where we finished the game. Steve’s dad ended up winning, but we all had a great time. By the time we were done, it was almost two in the morning, so Steve’s parents bid us good-night and headed towards bed.

Matt sat across from the table and smiled at Steve and me.

“I can’t believe you two are finally together,” the younger Page said. “All these years and finally... I kept telling Stevie he should say something to you, but noooooooo…he had to be stubborn about it.”

“It all worked out in the end,” Steve said as he gazed into my eyes. “That’s all that matters now.”

“No, what matters now is all the years we’ll have from now on,” I corrected.

“That and your kids,” Matt said. Steve and I both turned to look at him.

“You are going to have kids, aren’t you?” Matt asked. “Cause you’d make great parents.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t think he knew, but Matt was always annoyingly intuitive, so he might have figured it out.

“We’ll have kids eventually,” Steve said, grinning at me slyly. “Right now, though, we’re going to practice making some.” With that, he stood, grabbed my wrist, and we went upstairs. I took a quick shower, then Steve took one. When he came back, I was looking out the window at the perfect blackness of the country. Steve came up behind me and began to kiss the back of my neck. Throughout the game, we had each kept on hand under the table when ever possible, teasing each other, the fact that there were people there in plain view of us made it all that much more exciting. Now, I wanted him so badly that I couldn’t express my desire with words. I turned and brought my lips to his, pressing my body hard against him, the feel of his cool-damp skin under mine, the fresh scent of soap, shampoo and shaving cream, and the underlying scent that was Steve filling my nostrils, giving me a head rush greater than any drug ever could.

Our hands roamed quickly over bodies, removing pesky articles of clothing. Soon, we stood before one another, naked, trembling with desire. We fell onto the bed, and it was like we couldn’t get to each other fast enough. At one point, I was quite happily sucking him off, completely enthralled with the feel of him in my mouth, tracing my tongue over the veins and ridges, when I felt his tongue brush against my clit. I knew I was pretty involved in humming him, but I didn’t realize I was so involved not to notice him completely turning around. Not that I was complaining. Far from it. In fact, I was getting more and more aroused each time he licked me, or I went down on him. There were quite a few advantages to this position, I noticed, other than the obvious one of equal pleasure. It was much easier for me to take him all the way in, and I could more easily fondle his balls, which drove him absolutely insane.

I worked Steve as close to the edge as I could, then eased off. He was doing the same to me, though, so it was only fair, I suppose. After a long while, I turned back around, giving his manhood on last kiss before I sat on it, pushing myself down, gasping at the sensation.

Steve pulled a sharp breath through is teeth as I took him completely inside of me.

“Damn, that’s tight,” he said. I briefly explained that, since I was pregnant and producing more blood, certain body parts {I slid up and down him a few quick times to emphasize just which ones I meant} were engorged.

“I’m not complaining,” he said as I continued to move. “Far from it.” He put his hands on my hips, then slid them up my sides and cupped my breast, kneading them in time with my movements.

“Ahnka,” he whispered as my movement sped up. “Oh God, Ahnka…” His eyes closed tightly as he came. I slowed my movements so that they were slow and gentle, playing on the extreme sensitivity of his member. His eyes opened and he looked up and me, a dopey grin spreading across his face. I leaned over him and kissed his forehead, brushing his bangs away with my fingers. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down on top of him.

“God, I wish I could tell you how much I love you,” he whispered into my hair. “There just aren’t enough words.”

I placed my hand over his heart, still beating rapidly from the orgasm.

“This tells me everything I need to know, love.”

We tenderly kissed, and then I rolled off, lying on my left side. Steve spooned against me, placing his hand over my stomach.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you both.”

“We love you too, Steve,” I whispered back, knowing that my baby wouldn’t mind my speaking on its behalf.