Kimberly's pregnancy news hits me like a freight train, nearly flooring me. It explains why she's all over me, hungry for sex - not that I'd complain about getting laid with her perched on top of me. Anyway, after the initial shock subsides, I lighten up to my cheerful mood again. I can't explain the feelings bombarding me but, at least, I don't feel like there's a void in my life.

"Are you excited?" Kimberly asks, leaning down and kissing me on the lips. "We're going to be parents."

"That's the best birthday present ever," I praise, rubbing her nose with the tip of mine. "I love you so much."

"I want to have your baby," she admits, wiggling her ass on my abdomen while she keeps my hands pinned to the bed.

"Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?" I ask, staring up at her jubilant smile.

"I'm happy with whatever God blesses us with," she proclaims, dangling her hair in my face, "but I'd like for it to be a girl."

"Have you picked out a name?" I inquire, playfully wrestling with her to free my hands.

"I want you to pick the name," she says, cupping her hands around my cheeks and kissing me again.

"I like the name Keira Aspen," I suggest, coiling my arms around her waist while she unhooks her bra.

"That's a beautiful name," she remarks, tossing her bra into the floor. "I can't wait to tell Brenda the good news."

"You haven't told her?" I ask, sliding her satin panties off her hips.

"She left work early," she pauses, sliding my cock from my panties. "I may wait until the party to tell her the good news.

"Hahaha... At least we don't have to worry about you getting pregnant now," I jest, rubbing my hands across her ass cheeks.

"Hahaha... No, we don't," she concurs, easing herself down onto my cock, then wiggling her body. "I really wish I could get closer to you."

"I love being inside you," I add, cupping my hands around her warm breasts, "you feel so good."

"Hahaha... Hey, I was going to say that," she jest, rocking her body back and forth, grinding her pussy on my cock."

With my ribs fully healed, there's more freedom to change positions - and we do. Missionary, doggie, the lazy Susan, and any position we can dream up are all on the menu. As we each take turns sharing control her moans and gasps become music to my ears.

Our fun stretches well into the wee hours of the morning. Ultimately, it surpasses anything and everything that we've done together up until now. Without a doubt, life feels as though it couldn't get any better - not just for me - but for us.

***************

By Wednesday evening, news of Brenda's party spreads around the Chamber and everyone's talking about it. Some of the younger guys are upset they're not invited, but they get over it. Eventually, word of the party gets back to Kryss.

"What's this - I hear Brenda is throwing a party at her house Saturday night?" Kryss inquires, sitting down at the table with Joey. "She didn't invite me."

"It's going to be an all-girls party," Joey explains, staring off into the distance.

"That's fucking bullshit," Kryss remarks, gulping down his beer and slamming the empty bottle on the table. "Look at her - flirting with the guys at the bar - ignoring me.

"Well, you pissed her off with the stunt you pulled," Joey reminds, sipping on his beer. "Her and Ashleigh are close."

"Ashleigh's little, sissy ass deserved it," Kryss insists, slamming his hand down onto the table. "You're missing the point."

"Well, then you sound like you're jealous," Joey teases, taking a swig of his beer, "that she can shore more pussy than you."

"What that cunt needs is my fucking dick in her," Kryss emphasizes, stabbing the table with his index finger.

"Hahaha... Like that's going to happen," Joey taunts, wiping his mouth on his shirt sleeve. "You're going to end up getting your ass beat by a woman."

"Pft... That bitch is nothing but a cock tease," Kryss scoffs, swinging his empty beer bottle around in circles, "trust me."

"Lighten up, dude," Joey advises, looking over his shoulder, studying Brenda at the bar. "Why do you want to fuck her?"

"She's the hottest bitch in the bar," Kryss explains, lighting a cigarette, "and I want to prove a point to Ashleigh."

"I don't see what the point would be," Joey remarks, waving at Allen, Shane, and Susan as they walk into the bar.

"The point is - I'm going to get in Brenda's panties long before Ashleigh does," Kryss boasts, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"That sounds too much like drama," Joey replies, rolling his eyes, disinterested.

"Do you have plans this weekend?" Kryss asks, raising his eyebrows. "I mean, you obviously aren't invited to the cunt's party either."

"I'm may go up to Backstreet with Derek and Allen to checkout their T-girl scene," Joey divulges, raking his empty bottle to the side. "I heard Ashleigh lost the taste for dick."

"I doubt that. Ashleigh is obsessed with cock - my fucking cock," Kryss brags, puffing on his cigarette and snatching it from his mouth. "That little sissy is going to come crawling back to me eventually."

"You ought to ride up there with us," Joey suggests, folding his arms behind his head. "Allen says Megan and Sabrina are both fucking hot and suck good dick."

"Nah, I'm going to find out what Kimberly is up to," Kryss divulges, flicking his ashes on the floor. "She won't speak to me."

"Her car is outside," Joey replies, glancing over at the bar. "She's probably upstairs, helping Justin count inventory.

"No, that's where you're wrong," Kryss corrects, gesturing his hand holding the cigarette. "She's playing her childish ass games avoiding me."

"She probably just needs some time to herself like Jessica," Joey speculates, sliding his chair away from the table, "but Jessica usually runs back to her parents."

"It's worse than that, trust me," Kryss stresses, squashing out his cigarette with his boot. "The bitch couldn't even break up with me face to face."

"Well, Brenda may've invited her to the party," Joey assumes, pushing himself up from the table. "They've gotten pretty close as friends."

"She's not parking her car at Brenda's house anymore," Kryss confirms, looking up at Joey.

"Fuck, I don't know what to tell you," Joey answers, rubbing his fingers across his forehead. "Women are hard as Hell to figure at sometimes."

"Do you think Kimberly knows I've been fucking Ashleigh?" Kryss asks, patting his hand on the table.

"Did she bring it up to you?" Joey asks, digging his wallet from his back pocket.

"No, but you know how women get when they think a guy's cheating," Glancing over his shoulder at Brenda again."

"I'm going to grab another cold beer, you want one?" Joey offers, opening up his wallet."

"Nah, I'm good," Kryss declines, standing up from the table.

"Alright, but it's your loss," Joey replies, turning and walking away, disappearing into the crowd.

"Looks like I've got a party to crash this weekend," Kryss mumbles, getting up from the table and leaving the bar.

***************

I'm both nervous and restless as I count down the days to Brenda's party. There's a lot on my mind and I don't know how to approach Kimberly with what's bothering me or even if I should. When the day of the party finally arrives, we both share the bathroom as we get ready for the party.

While I'm busy putting on eye shadow, she slips on a tight, black faux leather halter top, pulling it over her breasts to hold them in place. I love the way it showcases her diamond studded belly ring. However, my thoughts really start to wander when she slides her slender legs into a pair of thigh high pantyhose.

"You're awfully quiet," she remarks, sliding her black, faux leather mini skirt up her legs.

"I've got a lot on my mind," I sigh, finishing up my eye shadow.

"You aren't stressing over the party, are you?" She probes, glancing up at me in the mirror while zipping up the back of the skirt.

"Oh, Hell, no," I jest, brushing mascara through my eye lashes.

"Are you worried about me exploring my curiosity with Brenda?" She asks, draping her arms over my shoulders, watching me apply makeup."

"I see nothing wrong with exploring one's sexuality," I answer, mulling over a shade of lipstick for my lips. "My curiosity left me with more questions than answers."

"You shouldn't let it consume you," she adds, slipping her ankle high, black leather heels on her feet.

"Hahaha... I was just thinking the same think," I jest, rubbing my lips together, "but letting go and putting it all behind me is taking a toll."

"I'm okay with you being bisexual," she remarks, spaying perfume on her neck, "if that's your choice."

"I know," I reply, standing up from the vanity, satisfied my makeup looks fine, "but I wish the urges would just go away."

This probably isn't the right time to bring up what's on my mind. I can tell Kimberly is open-minded and understanding. She genuinely respects my choice to let go of the past and embrace the future - no matter how uncertain it may be. Truthfully, she understands me in ways that I don't even understand myself.

Pressed for time, I wrap my Steampunk corset around my waist and overlap the waistline of my black leather mini-skirt. Then, I zip up the front while she pulls and tightens the back for me. With each tug, I gasp for air as the corset constricts and tightens around my waist. After I fasten the straps on front, I gaze into the mirror, thinking about the party.

"Wow, look at you," she marvels, resting her hand on her hip. "I'm impressed."

"I still have a ways to go before I'm ready to leave," I blush, kissing her on the lips.

"How do I look?" She flaunts, shaking her ass in the mirror while checking herself out as well.

"Like a wingless angel," I praise, playfully spanking her ass cheek with the palm of my hand.

"Careful," she yelps, "you're going to end up starting the party early."

My playfulness is taxing my time, but it's worth it. Kimberly is dressed and ready to go long before I finish putting on my nail polish. While I'm waiting for it to dry, she calls Brenda to chit chat and gossip about this and that. When they're done talking, she walks back into the bathroom and approaches me.

"Would you mind if I leave for the party now?" She inquires, hovering over me, bursting with anticipation.

"Not at all," I answer, slipping my feet into my black, thigh high stiletto heels.

"Don't go being naughty before the party without me," she requests, slinging her purse over her shoulder and kissing me.

"Hahaha... You know me all too well," I jest, zipping up my stiletto heels.

"Well, you're smuggling a real cock into an all-girls party," she teases, stealing a final look in the mirror. "I might just have to treat it like contraband."

Pleasant thoughts of getting handcuffed at an all-girls party fill my mind and put a smile on my face. Honestly, the urge to masturbate does cross my mind when she leaves the house, but ignore it. Still, it's going to be really hard to explain a bulge under my leather skirt at an all-girls party.

Without any more distractions, I hurry and finish getting ready for the party as fast as I can. After putting on a few pieces of jewelry, I brush my hair and pull it back into a ponytail. Then, I spray my neck with a hint of perfume. Satisfied that I haven't overlooked anything, I grab my purse and iPhone, heading to the front door. Despite my procrastination, I'm only running about a half hour behind Kimberly. Had I left with her, I might have seen Kryss' red Mustang pass by the house, following her up the street.