Covering Her Tracks

Jenna's got the sweet boyfriend she thought she wanted — Brandon — and it's smothering the life out of her. He’s already talking rings and forever, but she’s only had his dick and wonders if that’s all there is. She’s wondering what a girl misses when she never learns what else is out there. Night of the party, he tries sliding his hand up her skirt, and she slaps it away so fast he flinches. Later, once they’re in the bathroom getting ready, he corners her again. His mouth is on hers, hand busy between her legs, and she pushes him off with the excuse she’s scared of getting pregnant. He looks betrayed; all she can offer is a flimsy ‘maybe later.’ Evan strolls in, eyes sweep her body, and she knows that look — not love-sick, just hungry. Brandon doesn’t notice the spark ignite, but Jenna feels her panties dampen right there. Evan’s the guy who’d bend her over the kitchen counter and dip, no promises. Brandon wants dinner at ten years old; Evan just wants to come at ten o’clock. Hours and booze later, they crash back home. Brandon heads to bed, cock deflated, while Jenna hovers on the couch. Evan steps close, pulls her hand onto the hard ridge in his jeans. She drops to her knees, mouth open, sucking like she’s starved. He eats her out on the rug, folds her legs until her ankles touch her ears, and rams into her raw, pounding till her nails scar his back. Every time she spills, she thinks about Brandon asleep upstairs and comes even harder. Two mornings later she pukes. Test turns blue in her shaking hand. For the first time she wants Brandon’s devoted loyalty back — because Evan already moved on to the next flavor. So she twists the truth until Brandon’s convinced the baby’s his miracle, his ring sliding onto her finger even as Evan’s load dries between her thighs.