EroticReverie

Christa Carter.......Three months later

I shouldnt be obsessively wishing for my period not to come.  Yet the past few months, when I was a day or two late on my period, I'd gotten so excited. Maybe I was stupid. Jackson James could very well change his mind about wanting to actually knock up his student.  

I was having a full fledged affair. A relationship with a married man. Sure, we couldnt go on dates, and our relationship mostly consisted of sex, but I was dating Jackson James. No, he wasnt calling me his girl friend, but at least he wasn't calling me just a side piece. We had plans. He's talked more and more about leaving his wife once I graduate. I felt stupid for believing him, i mean, he could be telling the truth, or just telling me what I want to hear so he can keep fucking me. 

 We found a closer closed off spot near one of the parks to meet up at after school to have sex in his car. It's where we go most days to hook up. We've had people drive past the spot a few times, which just makes us cum harder. I think he wants to get caught. I think I want that too. It's why we fuck harder when we hear cars driving by. I tell him it's his wife looking for him and he always cums inside of me when I do. 

We fool around in school at least a few times a week. Making out in his office, or fucking in it, or me sucking his cock, or getting my pussy licked while laying on his desk. His texts arent always dirty anymore. I get "miss you"  I get "Can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are." I mean, I still get the filthy ones too. But he's been treating me like more of his girlfriend, than his dirty little whore. 

When we get to out spot , he talks to me before we have sex. Asking me how my day was, telling me about his. We bitch and vent about things, we talk about random stuff. It's more than sex. Far more. But still...mostly sex. 

This weekend my parents were out of town. So, he was coming to my house for a few hours. Im not sure what excuse he gives his wife when he always sneaks off, or comes home a little late. But I dont care, as long as I get to spend time with him. 

I made dinner. I have it ready, and the table set, and candles lit. I wanted to do something nice. I wanted to make this our first date, even if I didnt tell him that was my plan. 

I'm dressed up, my hair up, my makeup done. It's ten minutes past five, when he told me he'd be here. I don't text him unless he texts me. Im not really allowed to. Just incase his wife ends up seeing it. I walk to the window and look out. God, im pathetic. He'll probably be late. 

Its twenty minutes after five and now Im annoyed, because he could sneak me a text saying he's going to be late. I pull up my last text from him, earlier this morning.

"Can't wait to see you later." 

I chew my lip, wanting to send him a text. Even if its just  question mark or something to prompt him to fucking let me know where he is. 

I wait two fucking hours. I'm angry, and dont want to admit that my feelings are hurt and I try not to cry while clearing the table and shoving the food into containters and into the fridge after I eat all alone. 

My friends invite me to a party, and I should go. But I dont. Because im lame and hoping he shows up later. 

I'm watching tv in my pajamas when headlights shine through the front window of my living room. I get up. Walking to the window, my lips tightening when I see him get out of his car and walk up to my door. 

I walk right to the front door and open it, glaring at him. 

"You're fucking late." I say as I stand there not moving for him when he starts to walk in. 

"I know baby, i'm sorry" he says and leans into to kiss me and I lean my head back. 

"Why are you late?" I ask and he sighs. 

"You gonna let me in?" he asks. 

I cross my arms. 

"I waited for you, like a fucking loser. I made dinner. I dressed up. And i. fucking. waited. for YOU" I say.

"Christa.." he says as if my attitude isnt warranted. 

"You could texted me, give me a little fucking courtesy to let me know you were going to me four hours late." I hiss. 

"You want a man that's on time? One that can text you whenever he wants? Then get one that's not fucking married Christa. " he says and my eyes flare. 

"You fucking asshole." 

"Listen, am i coming in or not ?" he asks. 

I scoff. "you disgust me." 

"you couldnt fucking text me?" I ask him. 

"no, i couldnt." 

"bullshit, such fucking bullshit, You couldve texted me a quick message, saying you couldnt make it on time. but why worry about the whore or her feelings? right? I dont even fucking matter to you, do i?" I ask, shaking. 

"of course you fucking matter, you're pissed, i get it-"

"no you DONT get it, im not pissed, im HURT! You let me sit here like a fucking idiot! You didnt care enough to send a fucking text. Something that wouldve taken two seconds. I wasnt worth two fucking seconds of your time!" I say. 

"I shouldve have texted. Im sorry." he says and I just shake my head. 

He sighs. "Listen, i dont have a lot of time, do you want me to come in or do you want me to leave?" 

" Go home MISTER James. Go home to your fucking wife." I hiss and turn while going to slam the door. But he stops the door with his hand and I whip around to him stepping in and slamming the door shut behind him. 

"I dont want to go home to my wife, I want to fight with my next one." he says and I swallow as he walks to me and I whimper as I he lifts his hands to my face and back me against the wall. 

"Im sorry. You're right. I should texted you. And i didnt. Im a fucking asshole." he says and then nudges his nose to mine. 

"i'll make it up to you, alright?" he whispers and then kisses my cheek. 

"you made me feel stupid,..waiting for you...you hurt my feelings" I sniff and look away from him. 

"im sorry, i was with my in laws, and they had us stay for dinner, i should have texted you, im so sorry, please dont fucking cry" he exhales as my lip wobbles. 

"how long can you stay?" I ask as my lashes lift and look at him. 

He sighs. 

"about twenty minutes....thirty minutes top...i told her i was going to the store." he says and I shake my head. 

"just, go home" I say. Because i didnt want his twenty fucking minutes.

"christa, come on, please, im sorry baby" he says and then tries to kiss me, but I turn my head. 

"go home" I repeat. 

"Stop it baby, come on" he says and then goes to kiss me again and I shove at him and he sighs and then his  hand grabs my hair and he pulls it and I yelp as he yanks my ponytail back and then crashes his mouth over mine.

"stop" I whine and turn my face and he yanks my hair again and I yelp.

"no YOU stop, fuckin kiss me, i miss you, fucking kiss me" he growls. 

I whimper as Jackson crashes his mouth to mine again , and i fucking let him. 

Both of his hands take my face and he holds it, his tongue pushing over my lips and between them and I whimper, and push my tongue back agaist his. my hands grabbing his side and his shirt. 

"i dont want just twenty minutes with you" I whimper. 

But he ignores me and then is pushing my sleep shorts down. 

"Jackson" I whine. 

"Shh" he whispers. "please baby, ive been thinking about you all day" 

"if that were true, you wouldve texted me" I argue with a whimper as he unzips his pants and kisses me to shut me up. 

"i want you" he groans. 

"dont you want me Miss Carter?" he asks and I whimper, as his pants drop and he grabs my legs, and my stupid fucking leg hitches right onto his hip.

"do you want me? hmm?" he asks and I whimper and shake my head. 

"no, im mad at you" I say, panting and hehalf grins at my lie. 

"still havent gotten your period?" he asks as she pushes his cock inside of me. I moan, my head going back against the wall, i shake my head. 

"How many days is that?" he asks. 

"three" I whine. "three days late" 

"mmm, good, i hope you dont get it" he whispers. 

I clench around his cock. 

"i hope my baby is inside of you right now....i hope im fucking pregnant pussy right now" he says and I moan and i curse myself for being so weak. Wrapping my arms around his neck and he lifts my other leg and thrusts hard into me. 

"that's my girl, so fucking wet, mad at me, but still so fucking wet for me" he groans and I moan and clench on his cock harder and he grunts, fucking me against the wall. 

"wet fucking pregnant teenage pussy" he groans. " sexy fucking bitch, getting pregnant for your teacher....letting him screw his babies into your horny fucking bad girl pussy" 

"fuck" I whine. My hips bucking. My legs dropping and his cock sliding out of me and he pulls me to the couch and lays me down, pulling off his shirt as I pull off my tank top. Kicking his shoes and pants off and then getting ontop of me, as I spread my legs and grab his ass and pull his cock back into my pussy as he sinks his hips down and into me. 

"still mad at me?" he asks as he fucks me slowly. 

"yes" I whine. my back arching. 

"yeah?"  he asks and goes a bit faster, a bit harder. I nod.

"how mad baby?" he groans and then goes even harder.

"so..mad" i cry as my back arches, and my tits bounce, my hips crashing into his with each thrust. 

"but you still hope my fucking baby is inside you, dont you?" he pants. 

"yes" I whine. "yes" I repeat. He groans loudly and then pounds into me. I scream, my hands going to his back, and I dig my fucking nails into and drag them down his back.

"fuck" he grunts. "youre gonna get me in trouble" 

"fuck you, you're mine" I hiss, and i fucking do it again, digging my nails into his back and hisses. 

"god damnit, fuck" he growls and then grabs my wrists and slams them over my head and drills into me. 

"shes gonna see those" he groans.

"i dont fucking care" I hiss as I glare up at him. 

"you dont belong to her" I moan. "you're mine" 

"ill make her watch me piss on a pregnancy test, and let her watch it turn postive and tell her its your fucking baby inside me" 

"you fucking bitch, yes" he growls and crashes his mouth to me. 

"you hot fucking homewrecker, pregnant little homewrecking whore, you're so fucking hot" he grunts and then places his hand on my throat, the other going to the arm of the couch above my head and I grab at his back. 

"mine" I hiss as I drag my fucking nails again and Jackson curses and fucks me harder.

"you're mine you fucking asshole" I moan. 

"when she sees your back, make her suck your cock, so she knows what the woman that did that to you fucking tastes like" I hiss. 

"fuck Christa, god damn, yeah baby, ill make her taste your cunt on me" he groans. 

"tell her how old i am when your shoving that student pussy covered cock down that bitches throat" I dig my nails in again, harder, i think i break skin and he hisses and groans loudly. 

"choke your fucking wife while she tastes my cunt, let her taste the pussy that's stealing her huband from her" 

"fuck, you bitch, youre a fucking hot fucking bitch" he grunts. 

"im going to give her husband a baby with my teenage cunt" I moan. 

"christa" he groans. 

I lift my hand to HIS throat , I grab it. 

"You ever fucking disrespect me again and ill fucking make you regret it" I glare at him. 

"I dont give a fuck what youre doing, where you are or who youre fucking with. If you tell me youre going to be with me, then you better fucking be with me, and if youre late, you fucking text me, do that ever again and youll never touch me again." I hiss. 

"Yeah babt, got it, fuck, i got it baby" 

"you fucking better" I hiss and slap his face and he grunts and slaps mine back and grabs my throat. 

"fucking cum in me" i whine. 

He pins my hands again and I buck my hips as he thrusts into me. 

"cum in me, cum in me, cum in this pregnant pussy" 

Doest matter if I dont know if im late on my period or pregnant. Pretending we knew I was, made Jackson cum harder than he ever has. 

"yeah, fucking fill that pregnant teenage cunt you student fucker, fill it Mister James, fucking fill it"