Fifty Percent Straight Pt 5
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(Adult Friends)
The ride home from Houston seemed long. My asshole was sore the next day. I felt it when I took a shit that morning! Later I even felt the soreness when I farted! I wasn't panicking over it, but I wondered if he had damaged me.
Surprisingly, I wasn't feeling any guilt this time. I was relaxed. I think I was still experiencing the afterglow of our great sex from the night before which outshined guilt. Sometimes, while driving, I recalled visions of Oscar over me fucking my ass. I preferred fucking him when I compared the two experiences. However, either experience was so deeply intimate. After following Oscar's rental truck for a long time during the extended drive, my butthole started to hurt again. I grabbed my hoodie from the back floorboard and shoved it under me to cushion my crack.
I had a lot of time for thinking. I recalled that until I met him, no one could make me believe I'd ever have my cock in another dude's hole--or vice versa. I wondered for the hundredth time what had activated my attraction to the opposite sex. Was I really 50 percent into men? I thought about those online articles again about men and women who are attracted other not because of whether they were male or female, but because they simply found them attractive. Had I been single, it would have doubled the playing field. It concerned me that when I was having sex with Oscar, I kind of felt 100% into men. When I had sex with my wife, I was usually 100% into pussy and tits--but there had been times in the past that he crept into my mind.
Of course, I checked out attractive women frequently in passing. That part of me didn't turn off. I always noticed when a woman had a good rack on her. I love big tits. However, just glancing at attractive women didn't generate fantasies or urges to have extramarital sex with them. As I stated before, my sexual fantasies of the female persuasion were about my wife doing kinky things. I found myself now glancing at men, but wasn't getting aroused. It was just a curiosity. I found myself on this trip home checking the guys I passed to see if they were handsome. It was only my feelings for Oscar that made me cheat on my wife.
We managed to drive just over four hours without stopping at all. We called each other on our cell phones a few times and spoke by speaker phone to see if the other wanted to stop.
"Man, my legs are sore today like I worked out last night!" he told me.
"My asshole hurts!" I responded.
"Mine did too after you fucked me."
I instantly got hard thinking of my dick buried inside his tight hole.
"I gotta go, wife is calling!"
He clicked the phone to answer the other call.
I cussed aloud because now I was horny. Even if my asshole was sore, I could easily entertain the notion of getting fucked again. What was I going to do about this?
When we finally drove up to his house, I had to run behind bushes on the side of his house to drain the tank. He walked up behind me and pulled his dick out too. We were both pissing on the side of his house together.
"Oh fuck, that's good. I was about to burst!" I groaned.
"Hell yeah," he agreed.
His skin was pulled up enough to let his stream out. I didn't have to--my foreskin doesn't cover my slit. I started getting hard seeing him exposed. My piss slowed because of the erection. I was fascinated watching the piss stream arching in the air and hitting the lower bricks of the house. The exposed portion of his head was purplish and shiny. I confess that at that point, I had his penis details memorized in my head!
I zipped up fast and walked back to the garage door. It was perfect timing because the garage door started rising up and Jessica stepped out. Unaware that he was just pissing on the side of the house with me, she reached her hands around his waist and they kissed.
"I missed you so much!" he told her.
"After you guys are done, I've got dinner cooked. I'll be inside."
Then she was gone. Quickly, he and I moved the contents of the truck into the garage. We packed it all like sardines--he planned to organize it later. Unpacking was a breeze considering the work it took to load it. In an hour, we were done. Then I drove behind him to drop off the truck and then took him home again.
"You didn't forget the vibrator, no?" he said suddenly.
"Hell no bro. I made sure I had it like twenty times. It's in my backpack--duh. I'll give it back to you in the garage. Maybe you'll need to use it before the next time I fuck you." I told him. "You know...to pry that tight hole open!"
His face turned red.
"Shut up fool!" He laughed awkwardly.
I drove on.
"I don't know how we're gonna manage it." He said. "You're gonna be playing daddy soon. I'm gonna go back to work on weekends at Home Depot. How are we gonna swing it? Or maybe this will be the cure for it? I don't know if I want it to end or not."
He looked over at me. I glanced back at the very serious expression on his face. I looked away quickly.
"Hey Ozzie," I told him, "Let's not obsess on it. Enjoy your wife. Enjoy your life. When or if the opportunity comes, we'll take it. I'm at peace with it now."
"I'm sure I'll be there soon, but I'll be thinking about you man. Some days I question who I am, man."
I felt somewhat uncomfortable. I didn't want him to ruin my good feelings about our relationship. At last, we came to the final traffic light. I reached over and pulled his chin my way for a quick peck on the mouth. He seemed indifferent. We drove onto his street and into his house. I remembered how Jess hugged him earlier.
"I think you'll get fucked good tonight," I told him. "Your woman looked REALLY glad to see you."
He smiled.
"I'm so sore now. I can barely move..."
"You better beg for a massage then!" I joked.
I enjoyed the food Jess had cooked for us. We had soup along with carnitas. It was wonderful home cooking and I immediately got homesick.
"Mmm, que rico!" I told Jessica.
She joked by answering me in a long Spanish sentence and then spoke to Oscar in Spanish. I shrugged and laughed.
"When you gonna rediscover your roots man?" He asked.
"I don't know. The Spanish is rubbing off on me at home. Blame it on my parents for not teaching me any Spanish. I know my family history at least."
"Both your grandparents are from Coahuila, right?" I asked.
"Yeah," She said.
"Where's your family from Aaron?" Oscar asked.
"Chihuahua," I answered.
I told them the name of the town my family moved from in Mexico. Jessica smiled and Oscar sniggered. I flipped him off but kept eating.
"Baby, don't be so rude." She told him.
I felt embarrassed over my inability to speak correctly. I repeated it with a better accent.
"Aaron, don't pay him any attention." Jessica said.
His arrogant gaze with those sexy brown eyes made me want to grab him and kiss him! I looked at the clock on the Microwave.
"I'm stuffed, but I need to get home. This was so good. I need to get home before I fall asleep in this chair."
I got up and put my dishes in the sink. She got up from her chair. I was sweaty and dirty, but she hugged me and I kissed her on the cheek. He followed me to the car.
"You okay to drive?"
"Yeah, I'm good even though I'm exhausted."
"Thank you, buddy. I really appreciate you going with me. I owe you one. I couldn't have done it alone."
"Anytime, Ozzie."
As I drove away, my heart sank a little seeing him standing there barefoot looking sadly down at the ground. I watched in the rear-view mirror. He walked inside the house and then the porch light turned off. I sighed and turned onto the main road and headed home.
I was met in the garage with a tight and loving hug. Ana didn't care that I was stinky. I followed her to the bedroom and we took a shower together. Gentle washing each other turned sexy. Much to my surprise, I had enough energy left to have sex. It was a quick but gentle shower fuck. It did the job to relax me completely. We dried off and snuggled into bed naked together.
The next morning, I stood in the shower to get my hair wet to get ready for work. Alone, I spread my cheeks and looked at my asshole in the mirror on the door. It was only slightly sore to the touch now. I was relieved to find no bruises or raw tears. I shaved and went to eat breakfast. After my bowl of Cheerios, I headed back to the bedroom to get dressed for work. I felt very good after the solid night of sleep. My arms were a little sore from moving the heavy stuff over the weekend, but it was a good soreness. In front of the closet mirror, I flexed my arms to see how muscular they were. Ana whistled behind me.
"Lookin' good baby!"
I smiled and watched her getting dressed. I thought about her getting a bulging belly soon. I was going to be a dad! As I finished dressing, I never thought about Oscar. I made myself think of something else.
The next few months were very busy. There was a lot of overtime offered at work and volunteered for whatever came my way. Ana pulled in some extra hours at work, also. Oscar was working at Home Depot on the weekends. Any free time I had at home was spent on helping with housework or doing yard work. There was car maintenance to tend to. At the same time were buying up things like diapers and other stuff we'd need for the baby.
One Saturday night, Ana came home tired. She fixed us some food and then went to bed early. I watched TV alone, but fell asleep on the couch. I woke up in the middle of the night hungry. I ate some leftover meatloaf and then laid on the couch again. I wasn't sleepy anymore and had nothing to do but masturbate. So, I kicked off my shorts and lay on the couch naked stoking my meat. Just when I was getting close to cumming, she walked into the room. I had hidden my solo jack offs for so long and somehow getting caught was a major turn on. I started blowing my load like crazy and all over the place.
Ana didn't freak out or anything. It felt liberating! After it was done, she sat next to my waist on the couch's edge. She picked up my shorts and wiped me off. I was both turned on and embarrassed by the experience.
"Oh honey, sorry. I just got horny. I couldn't help rubbin' one out."
She wiped the spillage off my stomach.
"Baby, I don't care if you enjoy yourself alone. We girls do it too."
I laughed and I felt my face flushing hot. I was both embarrassed and turned on.
"Did I get it all?" she asked.
"No up here..." I pointed to my upper arm.
She wiped it off.
"And here..." I pointed to my thigh."
She wiped that off too.
"Impressive baby!" She joked.
"I've always been a big shooter."
We joked some more and then I got up and followed her to bed. After that night, I never felt I had to hide jacking off anymore. If the mood struck and she was at work or asleep, I went for it. I'd even tell her about it afterward. It was very freeing. It was a milestone in our intimacy--yet she had no idea of my other secret desires.
Finally, I got to hang out with Oscar again. He was really impressed with my "getting caught" story.
"That's so bad ass. Maybe I should try that at home. Knowing those chismosas, Jess probably knows about it!" He joked.
"I'm sure. They are so close."
He was over for just a couple of hours. We were installing a wall-mounted changing table for the baby. I had bought, but I had no clue what I was doing without him there. I needed his skills with handy man stuff. We kept brushing against each other while pulling out the wooden parts and screws from the box. He smelled good like soap and deodorant. His hair wasn't gelled up and was curly and sexy. We'd closed the door to the small room to avoid disturbing Ana who was tired and napping. I couldn't take it anymore. While he was standing up looking at the instructions booklet, I knelt and pulled his shorts down. I took his soft cock in my mouth and started sucking it before he could react.
"Oh wow," he grunted. "Fuck man," he whispered.
I pushed him backwards down in the small chair in the corner and bobbed my head up and down silently. I went down all the way and let his pubes tickle my nostrils. I had missed this so bad. I loved having a part of him my mouth. Sucking him was no effort anymore. I enjoyed his cock filling my mouth. I loved the way my tongue felt when I tried to slide it up his foreskin. I pulled the skin all the back and smelled that special funk we uncircumcised guys get around the head of our dick. I inhaled deeply from his dick funk. Then I slid my middle finger under his balls to touch his damp hole. Just touching his butthole was the trigger. Now he was shooting volleys of cum in my mouth and I swallowed each tasty squirt.
"Whoa! Whoa!" He whispered in half-grunts.
When he was done, I pulled off and licked my lips. I squeezed his head and let a pearl-like drop of cum ooze out of his piss hole as our eyes made intense contact. I licked it away. There was a noise in the hallway. Quickly, he pulled up his shorts. For a moment, he pushed his hair backwards with both hands and sighed and shook his head to clear it. Then he was back to the instructions.
"Okay, hand me the drill."
Without missing a beat, we immediately fell back into what we were doing before the impulsive moment. Holding three screws in his mouth, he drilled them in one by one. Then we were done.
"It looks really great, you stud!" I joked.
"Thanks buddy. This was fun to put together. Ana's gonna love it."
I ran my hands across the surface of the table.
"Yeah, she will," I agreed.
Then he brushed his warm lips to my hear and whispered.
"I really, really need that. I'm so relaxed now."
I just looked down and nodded.
"No worries."
After that, we had a beer outside. Leaning on the back of his car, we chatted.
"Ozzie, I'm not sure...but I think I really love the taste of jizz now." I confessed.
The statement didn't shock him at all.
"Same here dude. Sometimes I beat off and when I am done, I lick it off my hands and pretend it's yours."
My dick started to swell.
"Shut up man, I'm getting boned." I laughed.
He squeezed his beer can flat.
"I gotta head home anyway. I've got chores to do!"
"Don't get me started. She's tired all the time now. I'm doing all the house work. I can't blame her for milking it. We're fucked if she expects me to cook!" I said.
"Well, thank god we don't have to go through being on the rag or that going into labor shit."
"Amen. But we'll get payback other ways!" I replied.
We bro-hugged and I took his beer can. He got into his car and drove away. I sniffed my fingers. I could smell his hole and dick. I hurried inside and went to the hall bathroom. With the door shut, I sat on the commode with my shorts at my feet and jacked off in a fury while sniffing my hand. I came and shot my load in hand I jacked with. Inspired by his story, I ate my own cum. It tasted almost as good as his.
In late August, Ana's belly was gently rounded in her sixth month of pregnancy. All was going well and she went to see her doctor regularly. Mom and dad were getting more excited as time went by. We rotated Sunday dinners with my and Ana's parents. On those Sunday's at my folks' house, mom would get into conversations with Ana giving her tips about babies and stuff. Mom had to take care of a lot of babies in the family growing up. Her stories were very interesting as she recalled funny moments babysitting as a teenager.
I enjoyed those visits a lot. Listening to mom's stories, helping dad with stuff, and eating good food was very comforting. Even the dinners with Ana's parents had mellowed out and her dad's snarky comments had waned off. Well, most of the time. Her mother was excited too and kept collecting used baby things from other family members I'd never met or heard of. Ana accepted the free stuff to be nice to her mom, but complained about it later. I figured time would change her mind. Any help was good help.
In late September, Oscar had cut back on his weekend job from exhaustion. I suggested to meet out to play pool or go to a batting cage nearby. This was my way of helping us to avoid succumbing to our secret desires for one another. I thought I was doing for him so he didn't feel so guilty. However, soon after, football season and "game days" started up again. The would mark a return of my anxiety and obsession with us fooling around.
Before football season when he and I met out away from home, I felt safe and the desires stayed out of my mind. Yet when that first game day was approaching, I was constantly horny as fuck. When the day came, my stomach had major butterflies because the girls decided to spend the day going shopping for more baby stuff.
Oscar arrived in baggy shorts, flip flops, and damp curly hair. He looked hot as fuck to me. It drove me crazy watching his bare feet sliding around and toes wiggling on the carpet before the girls finally left. After the girls drove off, we sat on the couch. The curtains were open with just the sheer panel closed. We could see the entire driveway and anyone walking up to the door. The garage was closed, but I'd hear it through the adjoining wall if she came home and opened the garage by the remote. I had only shorts and a t-shirt on.
We both knew what we wanted. As soon as the game started, I scooted in next to him. He reached out and placed his arm on the back of the couch. We kissed and he shoved his rough hand in my shorts and rubbed my dick. We watched the game, but during commercials, we kissed. Soon both cocks and balls were out over the elastic of our shorts and shirts were off. With his arm around my neck, I started licking his armpit. His scents of soap, shampoo, and expiring deodorant blended like special chemistry. We went back to watching the game after each commercial. We shouted at the TV to cheer the Cowboys or to complain about them fucking up. A few minutes later he just blurted it out.
"Fuck me!" he gasped.
I got up and hauled ass to find our lube in the bedroom. I grabbed three big towels. When I returned, we spread one on the seat of the couch and we got naked. I sat on the couch and lubed my cock up really good. I pulled his wonder butt to my face and pulled those round cheeks apart. I dove in hungrily and sucked on his butthole. He moaned really loud while my tongue tried to pry his sphincter open. Soon it gave way and I tongued his hole.
"Holy fuck man, I can hardly stand up. Feels fucking great!"
Then I had him bend over and I used two fingers and lube to loosen him up. He put a foot on either side of me and carefully stood over me. He lowered down and eased his ass onto my dick. I pulled my skin down and let my rod pierce his hole. I moaned as he lowered on to my lap with his feet wrapped around my waist.
We wasted no time. Holding onto his butt, I slow-fucked him. Every upstroke was heaven. We kissed with animal passion, but I kept one eye on the driveway just in case. We switched to him sitting up in a squat and he started to ride me. I felt like a king with my hands behind my back getting to fuck his super-tight butthole.
"I'm about to cum!" I croaked.
He started jacking furiously and began spray-painting my chest in his jizz. He kept humping and I nearly blacked out from the intense orgasm. I felt joy, exhaustion, love, you name it. I sat there numb with my eyes closed and my sexy lover's armed tightly hugging me now. He pulled away and smiled at me. I looked up at him drunkenly. He massaged his cum into my chest. My dick was still in his ass to its root. Then I heard the TV announcer talking about halftime.
"We need to clean up fast. You go first. I'll be the looked out." He told me.
"Don't freak out, but I want to do something."
He wasn't sure what I was talking about. Standing behind him, I knelt on the floor and pulled his cheeks apart. Cum rested in the dark ringlets of hair circling his freshly fucked asshole. He gasped when I pressed my mouth against his asshole and started licking it. When he sighed, his ass opened just enough to drool my cum load into my mouth. I lapped it up.
"Pinche cochino! God damn, Aaron, you're so nasty."
I paused.
"But don't stop."
He was jacking off again! I licked his hole until my tongue tired and he came again. Very little cum drained from his gaping foreskin. I pushed my tongue around under his gaping foreskin and tasted the remaining cum and foreskin funk. It was quite tasty.
"Go shower fast," I told him. "Use our shower. It's still wet from earlier and it won't look suspicious. I be the lookout. Hurry."
He grabbed a towel and went to rinse off. I watched at the window and held my clothes in my hand just in case. A few minutes later, he was back. His body was wet, but his hair was still dry. He started drying off while I walked back to the shower. I still smelled the sexy muskiness of his ass crack mixed in my goatee whiskers under my nose. I didn't want to wash it off, but I did. When I was done and had dressed, I patted the shower walls dry. Then I put the towels in the dryer and turned it on.
For the rest of the game, we kept our clothes on. He laid stretched out on the couch and I rubbed his feet in my lap. I pulled my dick out and let him play with it using his feet, but we didn't jack off or anything. After a while, he sat up and scooted next to me. We relaxed with our arms around each other's shoulders. Ana called and said they were going to Wal-Mart. The game was over and I scooted onto the floor below him and sucked on his toes.
"That feels so damn good. I should do it to you sometime and show you."
I massaged he feet and randomly sucked his toes. He just relaxed and sighed.
"Don't freak out, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have sex with you and your wife at the same time. Or a threesome with you and the wife. I just wish I could be with both of you at the same time."
I laughed.
"I remember that story you told me about...your big threesome. You ever wish you'd kissed him or let him feel you up? You said you think he was into you."
"Yeah, I've wondered about it. I wonder what it would be like to get fucked in my ass while I'm fucking Ana."
"Stop talking," he said. "I have a big boner. We don't have time to jizz again. I don't even know any cum would come out a third time."
I pondered it quietly.
"I'm going to be so horny tonight," he told me.
"Even after you came twice this afternoon?"
"Yeah man. I feel like I'm in heat. Fooling around made me hornier. I got my fill of dick, now I want some pussy."
Just then the gals drove up into the driveway.
"Deflate your dick. Let's go help bring in what unnecessary stuff she bought too much of."
We pulled on our t-shirts and went out to help bring in groceries and stuff. After that, Oscar drove home with his wife. I had to admit it, but as the evening progressed, I was very horny again too. I went to find Ana in the bedroom watching TV after it was dark outside. I playfully pulled off my shirt and snuggled against her. She had no bra on and I slid my hand up her shirt and felt her breast. Her tits were getting bigger from the pregnancy.
"Baby, I'm so tired."
She must have noticed the hurt look on my face.
"But I won't mind if you take care of yourself...you can do it in here."
For the first time ever, I got naked next to my wife and jacked off for her. This wasn't the same as when I got busted doing it alone. This was the first time she suggested it, and I was very turned on. I was especially aroused because she was watching me do it. With my eyes completely open, there was no need for mental images or fantasies. I simply let loose and did my thing. It was liberating. I looked deep into her eyes and my cum exploded on the both of us!
Life got busier after that encounter. We never had a chance to fool around again on football days. We were never alone when we were together or one of us was too busy. I stayed busy doing stuff for Ana and he went back to work at his weekend job. I missed his company, but the pace of things kept me from overthinking about our relationship.
In October, I dealt with her leg cramps, having to pee a lot, fatigue, and bitchiness. It wasn't constant, but it wore me out. I stayed calm. And did whatever I was asked--or told. I was excited to be a father, but I was going to be glad for pregnancy moods to be over. After a family baby shower and then one at her job, the house filled up with more baby stuff. There was so many things collected that we had to start putting in the spare bedroom where my computer desk had been crammed. Boxes under it and on top. Packages of diapers of all different sizes. Lots of baby clothes sorted on the bed. Donations of old stuff. We had gone through birthing classes even though she was planning for the epidural option.
In November, we had a few false alarms. I became exhausted from the stress of preparing for the baby, money worries, bills, etc. But then one day when had just argued over something stupid, her water broke in the kitchen. I don't remember the details of all that followed. It was madness. A lot of rushing and shouting and saying I love you and don't worry. Both of our arrived shortly at the hospital after our arrival. She was in labor six hours. When it all over, I got to set eyes on my beautiful baby girl.
Her parents stayed with us the first few days. It was a huge help. We had no idea what to do. We were fucking clueless. Without her mother here, we would have panicked and second-guessed everything. My parents patiently waited their turn to visit after her parents spent almost a week with us. On the last day while her mom was packing things up, my father-in-law asked me to walk outside with him. I was expecting a condescending lecture about how I needed to be a good father or something. I calmly walked out with him into the cool air.
"I want you to know this," he said with a slight Spanish accent. "You do my daughter good. You may not think it, mijo, but you've really earned my respect. You're a good man. You're gonna be a great father. Don't sweat the small stuff."
Then he handed me an envelope and shoved it in the pocket of my jacket. My mother-in-law came outside. He patted me on the back.
"There you are! I was looking all over for you." She said tiredly.
"Yeah yeah yeah!" He sighed.
He waved her off and then winked at me as he went to open the car door for her. Once inside, he walked around to his side and got into the car without looking back at me. It took a couple of minutes for what he said to sink in. I stood there watching their car disappear until I felt cold raindrops on my head. I hurried back inside. I didn't tell Ana what her dad had told me, but I told her that her dad handed me the envelope as he left. We opened it together. It was a stack of six one-hundred-dollar bills!
"Your pop can't afford this!" I said. "We can't take this. They are retired."
"Babe, he'll be hurt if you gave it back. He wants to help us. That means he likes you! Didn't you never know that?"
Being a dad was a lot of work. I had equal share in changing diapers, feeding the extracted milk, holding her every time she woke up screaming, etc. After my two-week vacation was over, mom came over to help a lot. My dad and mom fought over taking care of her while either or both of us tried to get some sleep. We named her after both grandmothers: Mariana Carmen Lopez-Moreno. My mother-in-law had started the nickname "Mia" for my daughter.
I was constantly entertained with every new thing she did and I was so proud of her. I had gained even more respect for Ana having to go through childbirth and then all the issues with nursing Mia. It was all tough on her body. Being "daddy" took some of the negative stress away that I'd been carrying for months worrying about money, bills, work, etc. I was so thankful the baby was born healthy.
After the holidays, Oscar and Jessica came over on the weekends to visit. Jess went crazy over the baby and I could tell she wanted one of her own badly. On one of those visits, Oscar and I went outside to drink a beer in the backyard. We stood at the chain link fence looking out over the huge field behind the neighboring elementary school.
"You're next buddy!" I said and put my arm on his shoulder.
"Geesh, I seen the look in Jess's eyes when she holds your baby girl. I think she's got baby fever now. Man, we can't afford it. After both paychecks, we can barely pay all the bills. One or two are always late. I can't imagine another little mouth to feed."
I patted him on the back. I didn't reply, but I'd seen the look in Jess's eyes too. We stood quietly watching the sunset over the trees in the distance. I looked down at his butt in his jeans. He seemed to be reading my mind, however.
"Should we head to the garage and grab another beer from the fridge? Maybe I could suck you off?"
I swallowed hard. I looked at him and quietly nodded. He followed me to the patio doors into the kitchen. We could hear the girls laughing from the nursery. We quickly went to the garage and closed the door. Standing next to the spare fridge, we were sheltered from the view of the door leading to the house. I unzipped my jeans and dug out my dick and balls. He immediately squatted and began sucking me. He sucked by nursing on my ball sac. He crammed both nuts in his mouth and sucked with his tongue flicking around inside. It drove me crazy! I felt my pits sweating. I really needed a good cum.
"We gotta hurry." I whispered.
He pushed my dick all the way into his mouth and bobbed up and down hurriedly. I held onto his head. In an uncharacteristic manner, I fucked his mouth hard like he was a cheap girl giving me head. He didn't resist. I faced-fucked hard and was cumming immediately after. He gulped my cum down quickly. After I was done, I shoved my dick and balls back inside. My knees were weak and my hands shaky. I pulled up my jeans in the back and my boxers were stuck to my crack.
Now he acted nervous. He opened the fridge and took out two bottles. Using the bottle opener hanging on the handle, he popped the tops off for us. He didn't look me in the eyes.
"Let's get inside," he almost whispered.
My mood inside the house was a mixed bag of relief from draining my balls with a bit of guilt. Inside the house we found the girls on the couch talking. Seeing us with beers in hand, Ana spoke first. Mia was finally asleep in the nursery.
"You guys! You drinking already?" She joked.
"We're celebrating! Congratulations you two!"
We clanked our bottles in the air in a toast and then each guzzled the beer down--each of us trying to beat the other. He swallowed all his beer first.
"Chica, looks like you're driving home!" his wife laughed."
"That's all I'm having babe. Stopping at bottle number two." I told Ana.
She never cared about me drinking, but I supposed she was worried about me getting buzzed and trying to take care of the baby too. As the girls chatted, I looked across the way at Oscar who was sitting on one of the chairs opposite the couch. When I looked at him, his face flushed red and he looked away. He very casually shifted in his chair and moved his shirt tail. I wondered if had a hard on or was just adjusting his dick. Having abstained from alcohol for months, only two beers made me a little tipsy. I wanted to pull him into another room and kiss him hard. Then the baby was crying. I stood up go check on her. Ana softly pushed me down in the seat again.
"No mister. She don't need no beer breath in her face!"
"We better get going. I'll call you girl!" Jessica said.
"Okay!"
They hugged and spoke fast Spanish. Oscar got up and hugged Ana and kissed her cheek. He came over to me and gave me a quick bro-embrace. I sniffed quickly to get some of his scent. The girls chattered in Spanish ahead of us.
"They're saying if we stay, then you and I are just gonna get drunk!" he whispered.
His lips almost touched my ear when he whispered the secret translation to me. They headed out of the door and I locked it behind them. I turned to go to the nursery where Ana was holding Mia in her arms.
"I gotta feed her," she said.
I pulled off my sweatshirt and put it on the changing table. I held the baby while she slipped her t-shirt off and removed her bra. She was beautiful. I felt like shit for getting blown in the garage earlier. I suppose the addition of this innocent being into our lives was making me question my actions. I pushed the thought of Oscar out of my head and stood there watching Mia being nursed. I told myself: "No more. It's done. El Fin."
To be continued....
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