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Sam laughed. “That is pretty accurate.”
“Good to know I’m not missing much,” I told them.
The rest of the day went smoothly, and that evening after dinner, I sent her a text to see if she was available. She replied that she was, and I called her to do a video chat.
And that’s how the next few weeks went. During the day, I worked hard, did my homework, helped in the kitchen, and then spent thirty to sixty minutes chatting with Riley. It was almost like old times, except we talked a lot about the baby, and she wasn’t ever drunk.
She was tired a lot, but that was to be expected. Her skin was a soft sun-kissed brown that I envied since I spent my entire summer inside a classroom. Her eyes sparkled, and her skin glowed.
Every night as I turned out the light, I thought about her. Those thoughts led to dreams. Dreams of us seeing each other again when this class was over and dreams of ten years in the future with a house and three kids.
* * *
It had beenfour weeks since I left, and I missed home—not just Riley, but my sisters and my father. I’d had a few days where it had hit me over again that my mom was gone, but I’d told myself not to dwell on that while I was here. It was almost easy pretending that she was still alive, except that I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks.
I did keep up with my father and spoke to him twice a week. I’d learned that my siblings were making time to come by and help around the house, and I felt guilty for not being there, but my father told me he understood. I was right where I needed to be. He told me that Riley came by every couple of days and helped tend to my mother’s garden. Riley hadn’t shared that with me, and I never let her know that I knew. I figured if she wanted me to know, she’d tell me.
The simple fact that she went over there to help meant so much to me. In the last few weeks, Riley and I had gotten closer than we had ever been. I guess that had a lot to do with our nightly talks and the fact that we weren’t just falling into bed together. That topic of conversation finally raised its head in the middle of the week.
“I have never been so horny in my life,” Riley muttered.
I snickered. “I’m sure you are. I’ll be home in on the twenty-seventh, Riley. I’ll make sure to take care of those lustful moments.”
“Ha! That’s the only reason you are looking forward to coming back. The sex, right?”
I laughed. “Oh, sex is a big part of it, Riley, but I just want to be there with you. I can’t wait to put my hands on your stomach and feel the changes in your body. Did your boobs get bigger?”
“Oh, my god! They are freaking huge.” She set the phone down and ripped off her shirt.
Instant. Erection.
Her breasts were larger, and the bra that she wore was far from sexy, like her favorite black bra. No, this one was plain and white, and her breasts filled it to the extreme, almost pouring out of it as she leaned forward. I was dying to see it up close and personal and had visions of rubbing my cock between them. “See how big they are!”
“Oh, yeah, baby, I see how big they are.” She picked the phone up and cocked her head, smirking.
“Your voice got kind of low there, Ethan. You get a little turned on by seeing my big boobs?”
“I’m not going to deny it. I’ve got a major hard-on right now.”
Her smirk got more prominent. “Oh, this could be fun. Why didn’t I think of this sooner? We can have phone sex.”
I laughed. “Come on, Riley, you don’t want to do that, do you?”
Her smiled faded. “I’m kind of desperate right now, Ethan. I haven’t had sex with someone in over four weeks.”
I chuckled. “I like how you said you hadn’t had sex with someone.”
“Well, duh! I told you I wouldn’t sleep with anyone while I was pregnant.”
For a second, I wondered if she had wanted to. That thought kind of killed the mood. “Why does it sound like you’ve thought about sleeping with someone?”
“Aw, come on, Ethan. You can’t say that you’ve been down there in class with Sam acting like a Boy Scout. I’m not stupid. I know your sexual appetite.”
I looked at her, surprised. “You think I’m still sleeping with Sam?”
“Aren’t you?”
“No. I’m not Riley. I haven’t slept with her since before my mom passed, and that kind of pisses me off that you would think that. I told you that I was all in for us. I want to make this work with you, Riley. You know how I feel about you.”
