Could This Be Happening? Part 53
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 53
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 5796
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 53
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[After Season Three]
[3 days postpartum]
“OH! MY! GOD!” Veronica yells, grasping her breasts with her hands. “Oooowwwwwww!”
“What? What’s wrong?” Logan sits up in a sleepy haze, rubbing his eyes. “What’s the matter?”
“Look at my boobs, Logan.” She sits up in their bed and turns to show her husband her chest bursting out of her tank top.
He widens his eyes, hoping to focus quickly, blinking back the sleep. It’s not everyday a woman tells me to look at her boobs. He looks at his wife’s chest. “HOLY FUCK!” He instinctively reaches out to touch the enormous mounds of flesh overflowing from her thin shirt. “What the hell happened to you last night?”
Veronica swats his hands away. “Don’t even touch me. My tits are so fuckin’ sore I can’t even move.”
Logan can’t stop staring at the huge, swollen, cantaloupe-sized breasts peeking out from Veronica’s tiny wifebeater, stretching the fabric of the shirt to it’s capacity with her firm nipples standing erect, poking out from her skin. He licks his lips without looking away from her newly formed body and tries to touch her breasts again.
This time she doesn’t push his hand away as he gently caresses her left breast. His mouth goes dry and he swallows audibly.
Her skin is soft under his thumb but her breast is firm to his touch. Damn, no wonder they hurt so much, they’re hard as rocks.
She supports her new porn star rack with her hands, softly lifting the weight from her body. “They hurt so bad.”
He raises his left hand to her right breast and caresses it softly. “How does that feel, Babe?”
She closes her eyes and sighs. “They hurt. I need to ice them down.”
“I’ll go get ice.” Logan says quietly but doesn’t move from his spot or stop caressing his wife’s expanded boobs.
“Logan.” Veronica barks. “Come on! I need some ice. Are you going to get it or not?” She swats his hands away from her chest.
“Sorry.” He gets out of bed and turns to eye his wife’s figure from across the room. “Bobcat, you are making me so fuckin’ hard it’s not even funny.” He shakes his head with disbelief. Figures her tits are huge and I can’t touch ‘em. “Babe, if we ice your tits down, can I maybe… play with them?” He smirks mischievously.
“We’ll see. But you better get a hell of a lot of ice then, ‘cause they fuckin’ hurt like hell.”
“Got it.” He runs down the hall to the kitchen to retrieve as much ice as he can find in their house.
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Mac blinks her eyes open and smiles when she hears Dick breathing in her ear. His arms wrap around her form in a secure hold and she cuddles into his chest, enveloping herself in warmth of his body.
“Mmm. Good morning.” Dick tightens his arms around her figure.
“Good morning.” She turns in his arms and faces her boyfriend.
He presses his morning wood against her body and places soft, delicate kisses on her neck. She stretches her neck with encouragement as his hands rub up and down her back and she moans a deep throaty growl.
Mac’s hands trail down his back and slide under his boxer shorts to grip his ass cheeks. She pulls his body closer to her and feels his erection against her thigh.
His fingers slip under her loose t-shirt. “MacKenzie, this is my shirt.” Dick ducks his head under the large shirt and kisses her stomach and chest without removing his ‘Get Lucky’ t-shirt from Mac’s body.
“But it looks good on me.” She chuckles as Dick’s tongue licks her erect nipple.
“It looks better off you.” He says, muffled from under her clothing.
His mouth sucks and bites her boobs as his fingers move south and roll her lacy underwear down her thighs.
Mac gasps when his fingers graze her clitoris. His fingers rub on her nub of nerves, rhythmically and she bucks her hips up against his hand.
His lips kiss down her stomach as his index and middle fingers dip into her core and Mac moans loudly. Dick surrounds her clit with his mouth and sucks, as he finger fucks her with rough strokes.
He removes his fingers and inserts his tongue in her opening, poking at her center and lapping up her juices.
Her fingers twist and pull his hair as she presses down into the mattress. “Oh my God.”
Mac’s words encourage Dick as her muscles tighten and he increases his pace as she cums, screaming his name. “Dick! Oh. My. God! Dick! Yes! Yes! YES! Dick! Yes!”
He laughs against her folds and licks her clean as she regains the ability to think clearly.
She calms her breathing and slowly opens her eyes while Dick kisses the tender skin of her inner thighs. “You okay?” He breathes against her flesh.
“That was fuckin’ fabulous.” She exhales, enjoying Dick’s touch on her skin. “Quick but fabulous.”
He slowly kisses up her stomach, pushing his t-shirt up her body as he goes. “When you wear this shirt, does it mean I’m going to get lucky?” Dick asks as he kisses her cleavage and the skin of her boobs.
She laughs. “Maybe.”
He bites her nipple, holding the skin in his teeth. “Hmm?”
She wiggles under his grip, causing a jolt of excitement through her body. “Yes, yes.”
He bites a little bit harder and Mac enjoys another shock of arousal. “Yes, what?” He mumbles with her nipple in his mouth.
“Yes, you’ll get lucky when I wear this shirt.” She drones and wiggles into his mouth as she shuts her eyes and moves his hand to her other breast.
Dick sucks and bites and plays with her right breast with his mouth at the same time his right hand pulls and twists her left breast.
Her head pushes back against the pillow as she arches her back into his assault. “Oh, fuck. Why does that feel so fuckin’ good?” She moans.
“Cum for me, Baby.” Dick says in a sultry voice that turns Mac on even more.
She rubs her groin against his thigh and pulls his head down, closer to her body.
He sucks her right nipple into his mouth with force and bites down on her pink skin at the same time he pulls her left nipple and twists it in his fingertips and Mac thrashes her head back.
“OH. MY. GOD! Yes! Dick! Yes! YES!” She screams, breathless.
He laughs at the quickness of her orgasm. I didn’t even have to touch her pussy and she comes. I gotta remember that little trick in the future.
Her heartbeat slows and her breathing regulates as she opens her eyes and sees Dick smiling at her with a big grin.
“Two times in like two minutes, Mackie.” He laughs. “You’re wearing my ‘Get Lucky’ shirt every fuckin’ night.” He kisses the valley in between her breasts and continues up her chest, over her bunched up t-shirt, up her neck and finally resting at her ear. “You wanna try for three?”
“I need to rest for a minute. You’re being naughty.” She says softly with a sleepy voice.
Her hand slides over his erection and pumps his hard-on with quick, jerky movements.
He gasps in surprise at her assault and pushes his hips into her hand. “Fuck, yeah.”
With one hand wrapped around his cock, whacking him off, her other hand reaches for a condom in the bedside table. Her fingers fumble through the drawer until she feels a square of foil at her fingertips. Mac brings the condom to her mouth and rips it open with her teeth, spitting the foil wrapper toward the table with a ‘puh’.
Dick’s eyes roll back in his head and his breathing hitches as Mac unrolls the rubber on to his erection and he falls back onto the mattress.
“If you keep jerking me off like that, Mac, I’m not going to last long inside you.” He moans, pressing his head back against the pillow and enjoying the hand job Mac is currently administering.
“Well, then I better get on, huh?” She coos as she throws her leg over his body and places his cock at her opening.
His hands grab her hips and he pushes her body down at the same time she lowers herself on to his shaft and she squeals when his dick touches her cervix. “Oh yeah.”
She bobs up and down on his erection, pushing it deep in her canal with each thrust. This movement makes her boobs jiggle and Dick’s mouth goes dry at the sight.
His hands reach for her breast and he palms the soft flesh as she pulls his t-shirt over her head and throws it across the room. Extending her arms over her head perks her breasts up and Dick almost cums at the sight as she leans into his hands and he responds by massaging her flesh, twisting her nipples in his fingertips and she almost loses her mind.
“Diiiiiick.” She whines with her eyes closed and her pelvis thrusting rhythmically. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”
He pulls her nipples and she moans, pressing her body down on his body with force, gaining the friction against her clitoris she needs to explode.
Hearing her moan and seeing her tits shake, he arches up into her core and bursts. Every nerve in his body sizzles with ecstasy and every muscle tightens and strains as he erupts warm, wet cream into the condom. His eyes clench together enjoying the release as he finally exhales one breathy word. “Fuck.”
Mac giggles as she rides his hard-on a few more times. Dick reaches up and pinches her nipples in his fingers and sends her into orbit. “OH! MY! GOD!” She frantically grinds her clit against his body and she cums. Every muscle in her body shakes with pleasure and every nerve-ending tingles. She rides the wave of her climax then falls onto his muscular chest, exhausted and gasping for air. “Holy Shit!”
Dick wraps his arms around her sweaty body and he kisses her temple tenderly. “I love you, Mac.” He squeezes his strong arms around briefly and relaxes his hold as Mac cuddles into the nook of his arm.
Did he just say he loves me? Dick Casablancas loves me?
His eyes close as he lays flat on his back, rubbing his hand up and down her upper arm, gently. “Yes, I just told you I loved you and you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know how I feel, Mac.” He whispers into her hair without opening his eyes.
She smiles but doesn’t respond to his declaration. How does he know he loves me? Oh shit, am I supposed to say something? Do I love him? I need to say something. Think Mac, think.
“Um…” Mac takes a deep breath just as there’s a sharp knock on the pool house door.
Mac looks up at Dick and Dick’s eye pop open.
“Who the hell could that be?” He says glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
“Maybe they’ll go away.” Mac whispers, rubbing circles on his chest.
‘Thump… thump… thump’ The knocking continues forcefully.
“Oh, shit, I gotta get that and kill whoever it is.” Dick states as he kisses Mac’s forehead and sits up, leaving his girlfriend lying, cuddled in his designer sheets with a freshly fucked glow.
He quickly removes the used condom and slips on his boxer shorts, glancing over his shoulder at Mac. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll get rid of this asshole and then we’ll see if you’ve got four in you?”
“I need to rest.” Mac whines and burrows further into Dick’s bed.
He stands up at the edge of the bed and smiles at Mac in his big bed all alone and he crawls back into his bed, under the sheets, cuddling with his naked girlfriend when the knocking continues.
“Aaaahhhhh!” Dick yells, kisses Mac’s hair quickly and throws the sheets off his body, climbing out of bed again while he swears under his breath and marches to answer the door.
“What do you fuckin’ want?” He whines as he whips the door open wide and sees Parker standing at his door with a big smile.
“Was I interrupting something?” She pushes past bare-chested Dick and walks into his living room, uninvited.
“Why don’t you come in?” Dick scoffs and swats the door with his fingers, watching it slam shut slowly.
Parker bounces in her place as she looks around Dick’s living room with a big smile on her face. “Is Mac here?”
Dick sighs, aggravated. “Why are you here, Parker?”
“Oh, I’m here to see the baby but I’m also going to check out the houses Mac found for us for next semester.” Parker states, matter-of-factly.
Dick sighs loudly and rubs his hands over his face. Was she always this much of a pain in the ass? “Look, Parker, it’s like eight in the fuckin’ morning. You want to come back later and Mac will take you to the houses then.”
“Ah ha! So, Mac is here.” Parker smiles with an all-knowing grin.
Dick shrugs. “Yeah, she’s here. Is this a fuckin’ test?” He turns and walks back to his bedroom, speaking over his shoulder. “I’m goin’ back to bed. I’ll send Mac out.” He slams the bedroom door shut behind him.
Dick slides into bed again, cuddling up against Mac’s warm, naked body. “Parker’s here to see you.” He whispers in Mac’s ear.
She lifts her head off the pillow, as if she didn’t hear Dick correctly. “Huh? Parker? Is here? Now? Oh, shit. What time is it?”
“Um...” Dick breathes against her neck as he kisses her neck, softly. “…Were you meeting her or something?”
“Oh my God, Dick. I’m late.” Mac eyes snap open.
“You should never say those words to a guy unless you want him to have a fuckin’ heart attack, Babe.” Dick says as Mac scurries out of bed, slapping his chest with her hand. He winces as she climbs over his body and runs to the bathroom.
“I’m sorry, Parker. I’m getting in the shower now.” She yells toward the living room as she races to the bathroom and slams the door behind her.
“What the hell was that for?” Dick complains as he looks at the Mac-sized handprint on his chest and rolls into a ball, wrapping the covers tightly around his body. He can hear the water running from Mac’s shower and wonders if he should press his luck and join her. Nah, she’ll probably hit me again. He sighs and tries to fall back to sleep.
A few minutes later, Dick hears Mac turn off her shower and he rolls on to his back, flopping his arms out wide, spread away from his body, staring at the ceiling blankly. I should be sleeping, damn it!
‘Thump… thump… thump.’ He hears someone knocking on his door again. “Who the fuck is knocking now?” He yells, frustrated.
“I’ll get it.” Parker chirps from the other room.
“Oh Jesus.” He grunts. I forgot Parker’s still here.
“It’s just Beth.” Parker calls from around the corner.
What the fuck! Why is everyone here at my place, this freakin’ early in the morning?
Mac walks out of the bathroom in a towel and begins pulling clothing from the bottom drawer in Dick’s dresser.
He rolls over on his side, leaning his head on his arm. “Dude, why are Parker and Beth in my living room…” He glances at the alarm clock. “…at eight in the fuckin’ morning?”
Mac remains in her squat position near Dick’s dresser and turns, biting her lower lip. “I… um… maybe… might have… um… told them to meet here.” She gives Dick a fake cheesy smile.
“Did you… um… maybe… might have… um… I. Don’t. Know. Forget to tell me this?!” Dick barks.
Mac laughs nervously. “Funny thing…”
Dick flops back on to the mattress and sighs loudly. “Whatever. Just tell me the next time you invite people over.”
Mac steps over to the bed, putting one knee on the mattress as she stretches to kiss Dick’s lips, in only a towel. The slit in the towel opens wide and Dick can see Mac’s clean, naked body. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something to you. I forgot. Hell, I forgot Parker was coming to Neptune until she knocked on the door…” She whispers. “…but in my defense, we were a little busy last night…”
Mac’s sentence is cut off when Dick’s mouth covers hers and he pulls her down on the bed and rolls on top of her. “Tell your friends we’re busy and you’ll talk to them later.” He says in a sultry, bedroom voice as his hand slides up her thigh en route to her breast.
“No, no, no.” She pushes his body off of her chest. “I told them I would meet them here and we’re going to look for houses.” She climbs off the bed and readjusts her towel. “I’ll call you when we’re finished. Okay?”
“Yeah. I guess...” Dick whines. “…but what I was planning is more fun.”
Mac finishes dressing, quickly kisses Dick one more time, and leaves his pool house with Parker and Wallace’s ex-girlfriend/possible current girlfriend Beth Turner.
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“Here, Babe. I have a bag of ice, three blue things and four frozen water bottles.” Logan stumbles in their bedroom with his arms full of icy, cold items from their freezer. “And they are fuckin’ cold.” He opens his arms and dumps all of the frozen products on the bed and wipes his bare stomach with his hand to warm the skin.
“Oh, thank you.” She coos and shoves a frozen water bottle in her massive cleavage. “Ah, this feels wonderful.”
Logan can’t keep his eyes off of his petite wife’s porn star body. “I can’t believe how huge your rack is, Honey.” He laughs at the large plastic water bottle tucked in between her boobs as she stuffs blue beverage cooler ice packs in her shirt on the outsides of her breasts, resulting in a very unattractive, but effective, lumpy ice bra.
Logan walks around the bed and sits facing Veronica, with one leg on the mattress. “Can I help?” He licks his lips and watches her savor the cold ice on her skin and aching, engorged breasts.
She smiles at her husband and nods yes. “If you’re gentle.”
“Oh, Babe, I’ll be very extra, super-duper gentle.” He winks at Veronica and moves ice cubes around in a large Ziploc bag, forming a long skinny ice pack. “How ‘bout we put these underneath?” He points to the underside of her cantaloupe-sized mounds. “You’re missing this whole area here.” His fingers pull her tank top away from her skin and he gingerly places the long ice pack under both breasts and holds it there.
She sighs with relief and closes her eyes. “Do you think we could tape these to my skin?”
He laughs, sympathetically. “Oh, Sugarpuss.” He leans in and kisses her forehead softly, lingering there for an extended moment. “I wish I could do something to help with the pain.”
Logan thinks for a moment. “Why don’t you lie down and we’ll prop the ice around your chest… and I’ll take care of Will today.” He smiles as he lowers his wife down to the bed with great care.
He places the ice packs and bags of ice cubes around her swollen body carefully. “You rest and yell when you need more ice. I’ll get you some Tylenol.” Logan kisses her lips and caresses her face with his hand. “I love you.”
She smiles and adjusts her position on their bed. “I love you too.” They hear Will start to fuss over the baby monitor and Logan leaves the room to care for their newborn as Veronica moans uncomfortably. Shit, this is worse than having the darn baby.
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“So, we’ve decided that the second house is the one we like the best?” Parker asks as she sips her iced tea.
Parker, Mac and Beth are enjoying lunch on the terrace of a cute, little café on Main Street in Neptune. The breeze is warm and the sun is bright, proving to be the perfect summer day in Southern California.
“Yep and I get the yellow bedroom.” Mac states.
“Wallace gets the blue one on the second floor and Brad gets the blue room on the third floor.” Beth agrees.
“Which leaves me with the ugly…” Parker holds up her index finger to pacify their arguments. “…but large master bedroom with two big closets.” Parker beams with excitement.
“Are the extra closets worth fifty more bucks a month?” Mac questions Parker about an earlier discussion.
Parker nods emphatically. “You better believe it. Did you see the bags of clothes in your parents’ garage from my dorm room closet?”
“The next time I email Wallace, I’ll let him know you found a house.” Beth sips her soda.
Parker raises her eyebrow toward Beth. “Are you two together again?”
Beth blushes and shrugs shyly. “Maybe. I miss him and now that I can’t even call him or stop by his house to see him, I really want to be with him. I want to wrap my arms around him, keep him safe and never let him go.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet.” Parker gushes at Beth then turns to Mac. “And you? What’s going on with you and Dick?”
Mac shakes her head side-to-side with a straight face. “Nothing. We’re good.”
“You seem to be spending a lot of time with Dick lately…” Parker pries. “…and weren’t you sleeping at his place last night?” Parker shoots Mac a questioning glare and Beth ohs dramatically.
Mac blushes scarlet and looks anywhere but her friends’ faces.
“So, Mac, when was the last time you stayed at your parent’s house?” Beth questions with a smirk.
Mac laughs. “Um…”
Parker gives Mac a ‘explain please’ look.
“…I can’t remember.” Mac mutters into her glass of soda, blushing terribly.
“WHAT?!” Parker screams as the other diners at the café give her dirty looks. She lowers her voice. “Did you say you can’t remember sleeping at your parents’ house?”
Beth tsks and shakes her head with mock disgust. “I would never.”
“Oh, quiet.” Mac dismisses her friends with her hand. “He has a…” She glances up at her friends’ anticipatory faces and smiles mischievously. “…a huge…” She pauses, torturing the other women at the table. “…firm…” She giggles. “…bed.”
Beth sighs loudly and Parker smacks Mac’s arm. “Oh come on. Tell us the good stuff. I have been single for a long time.”
“You’ve been single for a couple of weeks.” Mac scoffs.
“Too long, I tell ya. Too freakin’ long, Mac, so spill the details.” Parker demands.
“Fine. He has a comfortable, king-sized bed with no parents lurking around and he’s just so cute when he wants me to stay over. I can’t resist his smile.” Mac grins. “Really, he smiles and I go weak in the knees… and don’t even get me started on his tight abs or his firm ass.”
Parker grins wide. “Oh really?” She purrs wanting to hear more juicy information.
“He might’ve told me he loved me.” Mac mumbles into her soda and looks away from her friends.
“Oh! My! God!” Parker squeals. “He told you he loves you? Ooooh, that’s so sweet.” Parker coos.
“And what did you say?” Beth questions quietly.
“Parker knocked on the door and I didn’t have to respond.” Mac says as she bites her lower lip, nervously.
Parker winces and Beth simply says. “Oh.”
“No, it’s not like that.” Mac blows a breath out of her mouth, inflating her lips. “I just, I don’t know. I mean I like Dick a lot. He’s sexy and funny and…” She giggles. “…amazing in bed, but I just don’t know if I love him or not.” Mac looks at Parker for a second then looks at Beth for an extended moment. “How do you know?”
Parker shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ve never had the pleasure of falling in love. Yet!” He holds her index finger out to prove her point. “Yet. I will meet someone fabulous soon. I can feel it.” Mac and Beth nod with encouragement.
“You love a guy when you can’t stop thinking about him when he’s not with you. When you think about him before you think about yourself.” Beth states matter-of-factly and looks directly in Mac’s eyes. “Do your knees go weak when he says your name in that voice?” She lowers her voice and leers at Mac. “You know? That voice.”
“Uh huh.” Mac nods with her mouth hanging open. “I know that voice.” She smiles.
Parker nods in agreement. “I know that voice.”
Beth continues speaking at a normal level. “That’s how you know if you love him or not.”
The trio of women sit in their seats thinking about what Beth said, each one lost in their own thoughts.
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Logan is burping Will in the living room as he watches the Padres game on television. “Oh yeah. Good one, Gonzalez.” He yells at the screen when one of the players makes an error. Will burps loudly in Logan’s ear and he chuckles. “I know. That’s how I feel too, Buddy.”
Logan begins giving Will the rest of his bottle.
After two failed attempts with new bottle styles when Will first came home from the hospital, the infant has accepted a Playtex bottle. Now, he slurps down each and every bottle of formula easily, evading additional traumatic, frantic events requiring late night visits to Babies R Us.
Dick walks in the back door and Backup jumps up from his post at Logan’s feet and growls at Dick. Dick stops, lets Backup sniff him then enters the house while Backup drops down on the floor with a ‘thud’.
“Dude, you wanna go surfin’?” Dick asks as he plops down on the leather armchair, diagonally, with one leg over the arm of the chair.
“Sorry. I can’t. I have to take care of Will today ‘cause Ronnie isn’t feeling good.” Logan says as Will sucks down his bottle.
“Dude, I’m bored. We gotta do somethin’ fun. How ‘bout Halo?” Dick whines.
“The Padres are on and I have to feed Will, Dick. Sorry.” Logan apologizes.
“So, what’s wrong with Ronnie now?”
Logan looks at Dick with a furrowed brow, confused.
“You said she didn’t feel well?” Dick gives Logan a ‘duh’ look.
“Oh, yeah. Her milk came in.” Logan says nonchalantly.
“What the fuck? Her milk came in? What the hell does that mean?” Dick snaps.
Logan sighs. “After the baby is born, it takes a couple of days for the milk to come in so the mom can breastfeed the baby.”
“Then why the fuck are feeding the kid with a bottle?” Dick asks the obvious, sensible question.
Logan looks down at Will and the bottle in his mouth and chuckles. “Good point. But, um… Ronnie isn’t breastfeeding. So, we feed Will formula.”
“Then why did her milk come in if she’s not breastfeeding?” Dick quizzes.
Again, Logan is surprised at Dick’s logical question. “Every woman’s milk comes in after the baby is born. It’s a natural thing, but she can chose not to breastfeed then the milk just goes dry.”
“How do you know her milk came in?” Dick asks.
Logan looks at his best friend and chuckles at the vision of Veronica’s porn star body. “Dude, her tits are huge.”
Dick’s eyes go wide with surprise. “No shit.”
Logan nods. “And I mean, like, fuckin’ enormous. Like cantaloupe-sized, huge, Dick.” Logan gestures with one hand the size of his wife’s chest.
Dick laughs unbelievingly. “No fuckin’ way, Dude. Ronnie should be dancin’ down at the Seventh Veil?” He laughs at the thought. “I gotta see this.”
“Dude, she’s in so much pain. She’s probably not going to get out of bed today.” Logan burps Will again.
“Why the fuck does it hurt so much?” Dick asks with a devilish grin.
“Dude, her tits are as hard as rocks. She won’t let me fuckin’ near her. She’s got a fuckin’ porn star rack and I’m not allowed to fuckin’ touch her.” Logan shakes his head at the injustice.
Dick laughs out loud. “Sucks to be you, Dude.”
Veronica comes down the steps cautiously, trying not to bounce her chest too much as she moves. She rounds the corner and enters the living room with her cell phone in her fingers, holding it up in the air. “Mac just cal-…”
She stops dead in her tracks when she finally notices Dick is sitting in their living room with Logan and she’s wearing a very thin, white, see-through wifebeater with no bra and boobs big enough to grace the cover of Penthouse. “Oh my God!”
Veronica curls her arms around herself, protectively, and turns her back to Dick and Logan. “Ow. Fuck!” She moans from the pain as her breasts sway from her rapid movement.
Dick gets an eye full before Veronica is able to turn around and he wolf whistles his appreciation. “Damn, now that’s what I call a fuckin’ rack.”
Logan stands quickly with the baby in his arms and instinctively blocks Dick’s view from Veronica’s figure.
“Babe…” Logan snaps in Veronica’s direction. “Didn’t you hear me talking to someone?”
“Fuck, Ronnie, you’re fuckin’ stacked.” Dick stretches to see around Logan’s body at the petite blonde across the room with the massive tits.
“I was on the phone with Mac. I didn’t hear you guys talking.” Veronica defends from the foyer with her back still turned.
“DICK!” Logan yells at his best friend and his constant pursuit to catch a glimpse of Veronica’s chest again. “Fuckin’ stop! NOW!” He glares at his best friend and Dick settles into his seat again.
“Knock, knock.” Mac says loudly as she walks in the Echolls’ house through the front door with Beth and Parker and stands toe-to-toe with a voluptuous Veronica.
“Oh shit.” Veronica mumbles, lowering her head in embarrassment as Mac and Parker’s eyes almost bug out of their heads when they see the new mother’s new shapely breasts. Beth looks anywhere but Veronica’s body.
“Holy crap, you’re huge.” Mac says with her eyes glued to Veronica’s chest.
“You look like Jenna Jamison.” Parker adds.
“Jenna Jamison? Fuck, why can’t I see?” Dick whines from the living room. “They get to see ‘um. Why can’t I?”
“Shut the fuck up, Dick.” Logan says menacingly as he glares at his friend, towering over the blonde surfer sitting in the armchair.
“Fine. You want to see my fuckin’ tits. Fine!” Veronica yells from the foyer, throwing her arms in the air, frustrated, as the girls continue to stare at her breasts. She sighs loudly, holding her arms over her body and whips around on her heel, stomping into the living room.
“What the fuck, Veronica! What are you doing?” Logan shouts with disbelief and hurries across the room, closer to his wife, guarding her from Dick’s vision again.
“Dude, step aside. I can’t see.” Dick cries from the chair.
“DICK!” Mac yells from behind Veronica.
“What! I can’t see anything anyway. Logan keeps gettin’ in my fucking way.” Dick pouts and slumps his shoulders in defeat.
“I need to get ice, Logan.” Veronica snips, in a low tone, with her arms wrapped around her body, supporting her swollen breasts as Logan steps to within an inch of her body, holding a sleeping baby in his arms. “He’s probably going to see them when I’m adding ice to the ice bags anyway.” Veronica says softly, not enjoying her new popularity or her enlarged figure.
“No, he won’t.” Mac says over Veronica’s shoulder. “We’re going to the pool house for a few minutes. Will that be enough time to refill your ice packs and go back upstairs or put more clothes on?” Mac asks firmly.
“Yes, thank you Mac.” Veronica says quietly.
“Thanks, Mac.” Logan says as Mac scoots past him and walks to her boyfriend.
“Come on, Dick. We’ll be back in ten.” Mac pulls Dick off the chair and shoves him out the back door, in the direction of the pool house.
“Do you need any help, Veronica?” Parker asks nicely, over her shoulder, in the place Mac just vacated.
Logan bends and kisses Veronica’s nose. “I have to go change Will. Can you get the ice alright?”
Veronica nods yes and watches Logan and Will pass by her shoulder and ascend the stairs.
“Come on, Big Mama. We’ll help you get comfortable.” Parker gently takes Veronica’s elbow in her hand and leads her to the kitchen with Beth right on their heels.
Twenty minutes later, Veronica is sitting comfortably on the couch with four frozen water bottles and an ice bag bound to her body with first-aid bandages under one of Logan’s extra large Hearst sweatshirts. Beth is holding a freshly changed baby in her arms and Parker is filling Veronica and Logan in on the details of the off-campus house they’re renting this year.
Backup leaps from his spot on the floor and barks at the couple as Dick and Mac approach the back door.
Mac walks in the house, carefree, as Backup stops Dick with a growl.
“Dude, every fuckin’ time. I live in the pool house you, Dumb Dog.” Dick huffs, looking down at the pitbull. Backup growls more viciously and shows his teeth, making Dick step back over the threshold and out the door.
“Backup! Down!” Logan commands and Backup backs away from Dick and returns to his spot on the floor, near Veronica and Logan.
Veronica leans down and makes a grand gesture of praising the dog, at her feet, with a belly pat as she shoots a smirk toward Dick.
Dick narrows his eyes at Veronica as he walks to the armchair. “Nice, V. Real nice.” He lifts Mac up off the chair and places her on his lap as the conversations continue amongst the six friends.
Part 54
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 5796
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 53
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[After Season Three]
[3 days postpartum]
“OH! MY! GOD!” Veronica yells, grasping her breasts with her hands. “Oooowwwwwww!”
“What? What’s wrong?” Logan sits up in a sleepy haze, rubbing his eyes. “What’s the matter?”
“Look at my boobs, Logan.” She sits up in their bed and turns to show her husband her chest bursting out of her tank top.
He widens his eyes, hoping to focus quickly, blinking back the sleep. It’s not everyday a woman tells me to look at her boobs. He looks at his wife’s chest. “HOLY FUCK!” He instinctively reaches out to touch the enormous mounds of flesh overflowing from her thin shirt. “What the hell happened to you last night?”
Veronica swats his hands away. “Don’t even touch me. My tits are so fuckin’ sore I can’t even move.”
Logan can’t stop staring at the huge, swollen, cantaloupe-sized breasts peeking out from Veronica’s tiny wifebeater, stretching the fabric of the shirt to it’s capacity with her firm nipples standing erect, poking out from her skin. He licks his lips without looking away from her newly formed body and tries to touch her breasts again.
This time she doesn’t push his hand away as he gently caresses her left breast. His mouth goes dry and he swallows audibly.
Her skin is soft under his thumb but her breast is firm to his touch. Damn, no wonder they hurt so much, they’re hard as rocks.
She supports her new porn star rack with her hands, softly lifting the weight from her body. “They hurt so bad.”
He raises his left hand to her right breast and caresses it softly. “How does that feel, Babe?”
She closes her eyes and sighs. “They hurt. I need to ice them down.”
“I’ll go get ice.” Logan says quietly but doesn’t move from his spot or stop caressing his wife’s expanded boobs.
“Logan.” Veronica barks. “Come on! I need some ice. Are you going to get it or not?” She swats his hands away from her chest.
“Sorry.” He gets out of bed and turns to eye his wife’s figure from across the room. “Bobcat, you are making me so fuckin’ hard it’s not even funny.” He shakes his head with disbelief. Figures her tits are huge and I can’t touch ‘em. “Babe, if we ice your tits down, can I maybe… play with them?” He smirks mischievously.
“We’ll see. But you better get a hell of a lot of ice then, ‘cause they fuckin’ hurt like hell.”
“Got it.” He runs down the hall to the kitchen to retrieve as much ice as he can find in their house.
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Mac blinks her eyes open and smiles when she hears Dick breathing in her ear. His arms wrap around her form in a secure hold and she cuddles into his chest, enveloping herself in warmth of his body.
“Mmm. Good morning.” Dick tightens his arms around her figure.
“Good morning.” She turns in his arms and faces her boyfriend.
He presses his morning wood against her body and places soft, delicate kisses on her neck. She stretches her neck with encouragement as his hands rub up and down her back and she moans a deep throaty growl.
Mac’s hands trail down his back and slide under his boxer shorts to grip his ass cheeks. She pulls his body closer to her and feels his erection against her thigh.
His fingers slip under her loose t-shirt. “MacKenzie, this is my shirt.” Dick ducks his head under the large shirt and kisses her stomach and chest without removing his ‘Get Lucky’ t-shirt from Mac’s body.
“But it looks good on me.” She chuckles as Dick’s tongue licks her erect nipple.
“It looks better off you.” He says, muffled from under her clothing.
His mouth sucks and bites her boobs as his fingers move south and roll her lacy underwear down her thighs.
Mac gasps when his fingers graze her clitoris. His fingers rub on her nub of nerves, rhythmically and she bucks her hips up against his hand.
His lips kiss down her stomach as his index and middle fingers dip into her core and Mac moans loudly. Dick surrounds her clit with his mouth and sucks, as he finger fucks her with rough strokes.
He removes his fingers and inserts his tongue in her opening, poking at her center and lapping up her juices.
Her fingers twist and pull his hair as she presses down into the mattress. “Oh my God.”
Mac’s words encourage Dick as her muscles tighten and he increases his pace as she cums, screaming his name. “Dick! Oh. My. God! Dick! Yes! Yes! YES! Dick! Yes!”
He laughs against her folds and licks her clean as she regains the ability to think clearly.
She calms her breathing and slowly opens her eyes while Dick kisses the tender skin of her inner thighs. “You okay?” He breathes against her flesh.
“That was fuckin’ fabulous.” She exhales, enjoying Dick’s touch on her skin. “Quick but fabulous.”
He slowly kisses up her stomach, pushing his t-shirt up her body as he goes. “When you wear this shirt, does it mean I’m going to get lucky?” Dick asks as he kisses her cleavage and the skin of her boobs.
She laughs. “Maybe.”
He bites her nipple, holding the skin in his teeth. “Hmm?”
She wiggles under his grip, causing a jolt of excitement through her body. “Yes, yes.”
He bites a little bit harder and Mac enjoys another shock of arousal. “Yes, what?” He mumbles with her nipple in his mouth.
“Yes, you’ll get lucky when I wear this shirt.” She drones and wiggles into his mouth as she shuts her eyes and moves his hand to her other breast.
Dick sucks and bites and plays with her right breast with his mouth at the same time his right hand pulls and twists her left breast.
Her head pushes back against the pillow as she arches her back into his assault. “Oh, fuck. Why does that feel so fuckin’ good?” She moans.
“Cum for me, Baby.” Dick says in a sultry voice that turns Mac on even more.
She rubs her groin against his thigh and pulls his head down, closer to her body.
He sucks her right nipple into his mouth with force and bites down on her pink skin at the same time he pulls her left nipple and twists it in his fingertips and Mac thrashes her head back.
“OH. MY. GOD! Yes! Dick! Yes! YES!” She screams, breathless.
He laughs at the quickness of her orgasm. I didn’t even have to touch her pussy and she comes. I gotta remember that little trick in the future.
Her heartbeat slows and her breathing regulates as she opens her eyes and sees Dick smiling at her with a big grin.
“Two times in like two minutes, Mackie.” He laughs. “You’re wearing my ‘Get Lucky’ shirt every fuckin’ night.” He kisses the valley in between her breasts and continues up her chest, over her bunched up t-shirt, up her neck and finally resting at her ear. “You wanna try for three?”
“I need to rest for a minute. You’re being naughty.” She says softly with a sleepy voice.
Her hand slides over his erection and pumps his hard-on with quick, jerky movements.
He gasps in surprise at her assault and pushes his hips into her hand. “Fuck, yeah.”
With one hand wrapped around his cock, whacking him off, her other hand reaches for a condom in the bedside table. Her fingers fumble through the drawer until she feels a square of foil at her fingertips. Mac brings the condom to her mouth and rips it open with her teeth, spitting the foil wrapper toward the table with a ‘puh’.
Dick’s eyes roll back in his head and his breathing hitches as Mac unrolls the rubber on to his erection and he falls back onto the mattress.
“If you keep jerking me off like that, Mac, I’m not going to last long inside you.” He moans, pressing his head back against the pillow and enjoying the hand job Mac is currently administering.
“Well, then I better get on, huh?” She coos as she throws her leg over his body and places his cock at her opening.
His hands grab her hips and he pushes her body down at the same time she lowers herself on to his shaft and she squeals when his dick touches her cervix. “Oh yeah.”
She bobs up and down on his erection, pushing it deep in her canal with each thrust. This movement makes her boobs jiggle and Dick’s mouth goes dry at the sight.
His hands reach for her breast and he palms the soft flesh as she pulls his t-shirt over her head and throws it across the room. Extending her arms over her head perks her breasts up and Dick almost cums at the sight as she leans into his hands and he responds by massaging her flesh, twisting her nipples in his fingertips and she almost loses her mind.
“Diiiiiick.” She whines with her eyes closed and her pelvis thrusting rhythmically. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”
He pulls her nipples and she moans, pressing her body down on his body with force, gaining the friction against her clitoris she needs to explode.
Hearing her moan and seeing her tits shake, he arches up into her core and bursts. Every nerve in his body sizzles with ecstasy and every muscle tightens and strains as he erupts warm, wet cream into the condom. His eyes clench together enjoying the release as he finally exhales one breathy word. “Fuck.”
Mac giggles as she rides his hard-on a few more times. Dick reaches up and pinches her nipples in his fingers and sends her into orbit. “OH! MY! GOD!” She frantically grinds her clit against his body and she cums. Every muscle in her body shakes with pleasure and every nerve-ending tingles. She rides the wave of her climax then falls onto his muscular chest, exhausted and gasping for air. “Holy Shit!”
Dick wraps his arms around her sweaty body and he kisses her temple tenderly. “I love you, Mac.” He squeezes his strong arms around briefly and relaxes his hold as Mac cuddles into the nook of his arm.
Did he just say he loves me? Dick Casablancas loves me?
His eyes close as he lays flat on his back, rubbing his hand up and down her upper arm, gently. “Yes, I just told you I loved you and you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know how I feel, Mac.” He whispers into her hair without opening his eyes.
She smiles but doesn’t respond to his declaration. How does he know he loves me? Oh shit, am I supposed to say something? Do I love him? I need to say something. Think Mac, think.
“Um…” Mac takes a deep breath just as there’s a sharp knock on the pool house door.
Mac looks up at Dick and Dick’s eye pop open.
“Who the hell could that be?” He says glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
“Maybe they’ll go away.” Mac whispers, rubbing circles on his chest.
‘Thump… thump… thump’ The knocking continues forcefully.
“Oh, shit, I gotta get that and kill whoever it is.” Dick states as he kisses Mac’s forehead and sits up, leaving his girlfriend lying, cuddled in his designer sheets with a freshly fucked glow.
He quickly removes the used condom and slips on his boxer shorts, glancing over his shoulder at Mac. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll get rid of this asshole and then we’ll see if you’ve got four in you?”
“I need to rest.” Mac whines and burrows further into Dick’s bed.
He stands up at the edge of the bed and smiles at Mac in his big bed all alone and he crawls back into his bed, under the sheets, cuddling with his naked girlfriend when the knocking continues.
“Aaaahhhhh!” Dick yells, kisses Mac’s hair quickly and throws the sheets off his body, climbing out of bed again while he swears under his breath and marches to answer the door.
“What do you fuckin’ want?” He whines as he whips the door open wide and sees Parker standing at his door with a big smile.
“Was I interrupting something?” She pushes past bare-chested Dick and walks into his living room, uninvited.
“Why don’t you come in?” Dick scoffs and swats the door with his fingers, watching it slam shut slowly.
Parker bounces in her place as she looks around Dick’s living room with a big smile on her face. “Is Mac here?”
Dick sighs, aggravated. “Why are you here, Parker?”
“Oh, I’m here to see the baby but I’m also going to check out the houses Mac found for us for next semester.” Parker states, matter-of-factly.
Dick sighs loudly and rubs his hands over his face. Was she always this much of a pain in the ass? “Look, Parker, it’s like eight in the fuckin’ morning. You want to come back later and Mac will take you to the houses then.”
“Ah ha! So, Mac is here.” Parker smiles with an all-knowing grin.
Dick shrugs. “Yeah, she’s here. Is this a fuckin’ test?” He turns and walks back to his bedroom, speaking over his shoulder. “I’m goin’ back to bed. I’ll send Mac out.” He slams the bedroom door shut behind him.
Dick slides into bed again, cuddling up against Mac’s warm, naked body. “Parker’s here to see you.” He whispers in Mac’s ear.
She lifts her head off the pillow, as if she didn’t hear Dick correctly. “Huh? Parker? Is here? Now? Oh, shit. What time is it?”
“Um...” Dick breathes against her neck as he kisses her neck, softly. “…Were you meeting her or something?”
“Oh my God, Dick. I’m late.” Mac eyes snap open.
“You should never say those words to a guy unless you want him to have a fuckin’ heart attack, Babe.” Dick says as Mac scurries out of bed, slapping his chest with her hand. He winces as she climbs over his body and runs to the bathroom.
“I’m sorry, Parker. I’m getting in the shower now.” She yells toward the living room as she races to the bathroom and slams the door behind her.
“What the hell was that for?” Dick complains as he looks at the Mac-sized handprint on his chest and rolls into a ball, wrapping the covers tightly around his body. He can hear the water running from Mac’s shower and wonders if he should press his luck and join her. Nah, she’ll probably hit me again. He sighs and tries to fall back to sleep.
A few minutes later, Dick hears Mac turn off her shower and he rolls on to his back, flopping his arms out wide, spread away from his body, staring at the ceiling blankly. I should be sleeping, damn it!
‘Thump… thump… thump.’ He hears someone knocking on his door again. “Who the fuck is knocking now?” He yells, frustrated.
“I’ll get it.” Parker chirps from the other room.
“Oh Jesus.” He grunts. I forgot Parker’s still here.
“It’s just Beth.” Parker calls from around the corner.
What the fuck! Why is everyone here at my place, this freakin’ early in the morning?
Mac walks out of the bathroom in a towel and begins pulling clothing from the bottom drawer in Dick’s dresser.
He rolls over on his side, leaning his head on his arm. “Dude, why are Parker and Beth in my living room…” He glances at the alarm clock. “…at eight in the fuckin’ morning?”
Mac remains in her squat position near Dick’s dresser and turns, biting her lower lip. “I… um… maybe… might have… um… told them to meet here.” She gives Dick a fake cheesy smile.
“Did you… um… maybe… might have… um… I. Don’t. Know. Forget to tell me this?!” Dick barks.
Mac laughs nervously. “Funny thing…”
Dick flops back on to the mattress and sighs loudly. “Whatever. Just tell me the next time you invite people over.”
Mac steps over to the bed, putting one knee on the mattress as she stretches to kiss Dick’s lips, in only a towel. The slit in the towel opens wide and Dick can see Mac’s clean, naked body. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something to you. I forgot. Hell, I forgot Parker was coming to Neptune until she knocked on the door…” She whispers. “…but in my defense, we were a little busy last night…”
Mac’s sentence is cut off when Dick’s mouth covers hers and he pulls her down on the bed and rolls on top of her. “Tell your friends we’re busy and you’ll talk to them later.” He says in a sultry, bedroom voice as his hand slides up her thigh en route to her breast.
“No, no, no.” She pushes his body off of her chest. “I told them I would meet them here and we’re going to look for houses.” She climbs off the bed and readjusts her towel. “I’ll call you when we’re finished. Okay?”
“Yeah. I guess...” Dick whines. “…but what I was planning is more fun.”
Mac finishes dressing, quickly kisses Dick one more time, and leaves his pool house with Parker and Wallace’s ex-girlfriend/possible current girlfriend Beth Turner.
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“Here, Babe. I have a bag of ice, three blue things and four frozen water bottles.” Logan stumbles in their bedroom with his arms full of icy, cold items from their freezer. “And they are fuckin’ cold.” He opens his arms and dumps all of the frozen products on the bed and wipes his bare stomach with his hand to warm the skin.
“Oh, thank you.” She coos and shoves a frozen water bottle in her massive cleavage. “Ah, this feels wonderful.”
Logan can’t keep his eyes off of his petite wife’s porn star body. “I can’t believe how huge your rack is, Honey.” He laughs at the large plastic water bottle tucked in between her boobs as she stuffs blue beverage cooler ice packs in her shirt on the outsides of her breasts, resulting in a very unattractive, but effective, lumpy ice bra.
Logan walks around the bed and sits facing Veronica, with one leg on the mattress. “Can I help?” He licks his lips and watches her savor the cold ice on her skin and aching, engorged breasts.
She smiles at her husband and nods yes. “If you’re gentle.”
“Oh, Babe, I’ll be very extra, super-duper gentle.” He winks at Veronica and moves ice cubes around in a large Ziploc bag, forming a long skinny ice pack. “How ‘bout we put these underneath?” He points to the underside of her cantaloupe-sized mounds. “You’re missing this whole area here.” His fingers pull her tank top away from her skin and he gingerly places the long ice pack under both breasts and holds it there.
She sighs with relief and closes her eyes. “Do you think we could tape these to my skin?”
He laughs, sympathetically. “Oh, Sugarpuss.” He leans in and kisses her forehead softly, lingering there for an extended moment. “I wish I could do something to help with the pain.”
Logan thinks for a moment. “Why don’t you lie down and we’ll prop the ice around your chest… and I’ll take care of Will today.” He smiles as he lowers his wife down to the bed with great care.
He places the ice packs and bags of ice cubes around her swollen body carefully. “You rest and yell when you need more ice. I’ll get you some Tylenol.” Logan kisses her lips and caresses her face with his hand. “I love you.”
She smiles and adjusts her position on their bed. “I love you too.” They hear Will start to fuss over the baby monitor and Logan leaves the room to care for their newborn as Veronica moans uncomfortably. Shit, this is worse than having the darn baby.
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“So, we’ve decided that the second house is the one we like the best?” Parker asks as she sips her iced tea.
Parker, Mac and Beth are enjoying lunch on the terrace of a cute, little café on Main Street in Neptune. The breeze is warm and the sun is bright, proving to be the perfect summer day in Southern California.
“Yep and I get the yellow bedroom.” Mac states.
“Wallace gets the blue one on the second floor and Brad gets the blue room on the third floor.” Beth agrees.
“Which leaves me with the ugly…” Parker holds up her index finger to pacify their arguments. “…but large master bedroom with two big closets.” Parker beams with excitement.
“Are the extra closets worth fifty more bucks a month?” Mac questions Parker about an earlier discussion.
Parker nods emphatically. “You better believe it. Did you see the bags of clothes in your parents’ garage from my dorm room closet?”
“The next time I email Wallace, I’ll let him know you found a house.” Beth sips her soda.
Parker raises her eyebrow toward Beth. “Are you two together again?”
Beth blushes and shrugs shyly. “Maybe. I miss him and now that I can’t even call him or stop by his house to see him, I really want to be with him. I want to wrap my arms around him, keep him safe and never let him go.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet.” Parker gushes at Beth then turns to Mac. “And you? What’s going on with you and Dick?”
Mac shakes her head side-to-side with a straight face. “Nothing. We’re good.”
“You seem to be spending a lot of time with Dick lately…” Parker pries. “…and weren’t you sleeping at his place last night?” Parker shoots Mac a questioning glare and Beth ohs dramatically.
Mac blushes scarlet and looks anywhere but her friends’ faces.
“So, Mac, when was the last time you stayed at your parent’s house?” Beth questions with a smirk.
Mac laughs. “Um…”
Parker gives Mac a ‘explain please’ look.
“…I can’t remember.” Mac mutters into her glass of soda, blushing terribly.
“WHAT?!” Parker screams as the other diners at the café give her dirty looks. She lowers her voice. “Did you say you can’t remember sleeping at your parents’ house?”
Beth tsks and shakes her head with mock disgust. “I would never.”
“Oh, quiet.” Mac dismisses her friends with her hand. “He has a…” She glances up at her friends’ anticipatory faces and smiles mischievously. “…a huge…” She pauses, torturing the other women at the table. “…firm…” She giggles. “…bed.”
Beth sighs loudly and Parker smacks Mac’s arm. “Oh come on. Tell us the good stuff. I have been single for a long time.”
“You’ve been single for a couple of weeks.” Mac scoffs.
“Too long, I tell ya. Too freakin’ long, Mac, so spill the details.” Parker demands.
“Fine. He has a comfortable, king-sized bed with no parents lurking around and he’s just so cute when he wants me to stay over. I can’t resist his smile.” Mac grins. “Really, he smiles and I go weak in the knees… and don’t even get me started on his tight abs or his firm ass.”
Parker grins wide. “Oh really?” She purrs wanting to hear more juicy information.
“He might’ve told me he loved me.” Mac mumbles into her soda and looks away from her friends.
“Oh! My! God!” Parker squeals. “He told you he loves you? Ooooh, that’s so sweet.” Parker coos.
“And what did you say?” Beth questions quietly.
“Parker knocked on the door and I didn’t have to respond.” Mac says as she bites her lower lip, nervously.
Parker winces and Beth simply says. “Oh.”
“No, it’s not like that.” Mac blows a breath out of her mouth, inflating her lips. “I just, I don’t know. I mean I like Dick a lot. He’s sexy and funny and…” She giggles. “…amazing in bed, but I just don’t know if I love him or not.” Mac looks at Parker for a second then looks at Beth for an extended moment. “How do you know?”
Parker shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ve never had the pleasure of falling in love. Yet!” He holds her index finger out to prove her point. “Yet. I will meet someone fabulous soon. I can feel it.” Mac and Beth nod with encouragement.
“You love a guy when you can’t stop thinking about him when he’s not with you. When you think about him before you think about yourself.” Beth states matter-of-factly and looks directly in Mac’s eyes. “Do your knees go weak when he says your name in that voice?” She lowers her voice and leers at Mac. “You know? That voice.”
“Uh huh.” Mac nods with her mouth hanging open. “I know that voice.” She smiles.
Parker nods in agreement. “I know that voice.”
Beth continues speaking at a normal level. “That’s how you know if you love him or not.”
The trio of women sit in their seats thinking about what Beth said, each one lost in their own thoughts.
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Logan is burping Will in the living room as he watches the Padres game on television. “Oh yeah. Good one, Gonzalez.” He yells at the screen when one of the players makes an error. Will burps loudly in Logan’s ear and he chuckles. “I know. That’s how I feel too, Buddy.”
Logan begins giving Will the rest of his bottle.
After two failed attempts with new bottle styles when Will first came home from the hospital, the infant has accepted a Playtex bottle. Now, he slurps down each and every bottle of formula easily, evading additional traumatic, frantic events requiring late night visits to Babies R Us.
Dick walks in the back door and Backup jumps up from his post at Logan’s feet and growls at Dick. Dick stops, lets Backup sniff him then enters the house while Backup drops down on the floor with a ‘thud’.
“Dude, you wanna go surfin’?” Dick asks as he plops down on the leather armchair, diagonally, with one leg over the arm of the chair.
“Sorry. I can’t. I have to take care of Will today ‘cause Ronnie isn’t feeling good.” Logan says as Will sucks down his bottle.
“Dude, I’m bored. We gotta do somethin’ fun. How ‘bout Halo?” Dick whines.
“The Padres are on and I have to feed Will, Dick. Sorry.” Logan apologizes.
“So, what’s wrong with Ronnie now?”
Logan looks at Dick with a furrowed brow, confused.
“You said she didn’t feel well?” Dick gives Logan a ‘duh’ look.
“Oh, yeah. Her milk came in.” Logan says nonchalantly.
“What the fuck? Her milk came in? What the hell does that mean?” Dick snaps.
Logan sighs. “After the baby is born, it takes a couple of days for the milk to come in so the mom can breastfeed the baby.”
“Then why the fuck are feeding the kid with a bottle?” Dick asks the obvious, sensible question.
Logan looks down at Will and the bottle in his mouth and chuckles. “Good point. But, um… Ronnie isn’t breastfeeding. So, we feed Will formula.”
“Then why did her milk come in if she’s not breastfeeding?” Dick quizzes.
Again, Logan is surprised at Dick’s logical question. “Every woman’s milk comes in after the baby is born. It’s a natural thing, but she can chose not to breastfeed then the milk just goes dry.”
“How do you know her milk came in?” Dick asks.
Logan looks at his best friend and chuckles at the vision of Veronica’s porn star body. “Dude, her tits are huge.”
Dick’s eyes go wide with surprise. “No shit.”
Logan nods. “And I mean, like, fuckin’ enormous. Like cantaloupe-sized, huge, Dick.” Logan gestures with one hand the size of his wife’s chest.
Dick laughs unbelievingly. “No fuckin’ way, Dude. Ronnie should be dancin’ down at the Seventh Veil?” He laughs at the thought. “I gotta see this.”
“Dude, she’s in so much pain. She’s probably not going to get out of bed today.” Logan burps Will again.
“Why the fuck does it hurt so much?” Dick asks with a devilish grin.
“Dude, her tits are as hard as rocks. She won’t let me fuckin’ near her. She’s got a fuckin’ porn star rack and I’m not allowed to fuckin’ touch her.” Logan shakes his head at the injustice.
Dick laughs out loud. “Sucks to be you, Dude.”
Veronica comes down the steps cautiously, trying not to bounce her chest too much as she moves. She rounds the corner and enters the living room with her cell phone in her fingers, holding it up in the air. “Mac just cal-…”
She stops dead in her tracks when she finally notices Dick is sitting in their living room with Logan and she’s wearing a very thin, white, see-through wifebeater with no bra and boobs big enough to grace the cover of Penthouse. “Oh my God!”
Veronica curls her arms around herself, protectively, and turns her back to Dick and Logan. “Ow. Fuck!” She moans from the pain as her breasts sway from her rapid movement.
Dick gets an eye full before Veronica is able to turn around and he wolf whistles his appreciation. “Damn, now that’s what I call a fuckin’ rack.”
Logan stands quickly with the baby in his arms and instinctively blocks Dick’s view from Veronica’s figure.
“Babe…” Logan snaps in Veronica’s direction. “Didn’t you hear me talking to someone?”
“Fuck, Ronnie, you’re fuckin’ stacked.” Dick stretches to see around Logan’s body at the petite blonde across the room with the massive tits.
“I was on the phone with Mac. I didn’t hear you guys talking.” Veronica defends from the foyer with her back still turned.
“DICK!” Logan yells at his best friend and his constant pursuit to catch a glimpse of Veronica’s chest again. “Fuckin’ stop! NOW!” He glares at his best friend and Dick settles into his seat again.
“Knock, knock.” Mac says loudly as she walks in the Echolls’ house through the front door with Beth and Parker and stands toe-to-toe with a voluptuous Veronica.
“Oh shit.” Veronica mumbles, lowering her head in embarrassment as Mac and Parker’s eyes almost bug out of their heads when they see the new mother’s new shapely breasts. Beth looks anywhere but Veronica’s body.
“Holy crap, you’re huge.” Mac says with her eyes glued to Veronica’s chest.
“You look like Jenna Jamison.” Parker adds.
“Jenna Jamison? Fuck, why can’t I see?” Dick whines from the living room. “They get to see ‘um. Why can’t I?”
“Shut the fuck up, Dick.” Logan says menacingly as he glares at his friend, towering over the blonde surfer sitting in the armchair.
“Fine. You want to see my fuckin’ tits. Fine!” Veronica yells from the foyer, throwing her arms in the air, frustrated, as the girls continue to stare at her breasts. She sighs loudly, holding her arms over her body and whips around on her heel, stomping into the living room.
“What the fuck, Veronica! What are you doing?” Logan shouts with disbelief and hurries across the room, closer to his wife, guarding her from Dick’s vision again.
“Dude, step aside. I can’t see.” Dick cries from the chair.
“DICK!” Mac yells from behind Veronica.
“What! I can’t see anything anyway. Logan keeps gettin’ in my fucking way.” Dick pouts and slumps his shoulders in defeat.
“I need to get ice, Logan.” Veronica snips, in a low tone, with her arms wrapped around her body, supporting her swollen breasts as Logan steps to within an inch of her body, holding a sleeping baby in his arms. “He’s probably going to see them when I’m adding ice to the ice bags anyway.” Veronica says softly, not enjoying her new popularity or her enlarged figure.
“No, he won’t.” Mac says over Veronica’s shoulder. “We’re going to the pool house for a few minutes. Will that be enough time to refill your ice packs and go back upstairs or put more clothes on?” Mac asks firmly.
“Yes, thank you Mac.” Veronica says quietly.
“Thanks, Mac.” Logan says as Mac scoots past him and walks to her boyfriend.
“Come on, Dick. We’ll be back in ten.” Mac pulls Dick off the chair and shoves him out the back door, in the direction of the pool house.
“Do you need any help, Veronica?” Parker asks nicely, over her shoulder, in the place Mac just vacated.
Logan bends and kisses Veronica’s nose. “I have to go change Will. Can you get the ice alright?”
Veronica nods yes and watches Logan and Will pass by her shoulder and ascend the stairs.
“Come on, Big Mama. We’ll help you get comfortable.” Parker gently takes Veronica’s elbow in her hand and leads her to the kitchen with Beth right on their heels.
Twenty minutes later, Veronica is sitting comfortably on the couch with four frozen water bottles and an ice bag bound to her body with first-aid bandages under one of Logan’s extra large Hearst sweatshirts. Beth is holding a freshly changed baby in her arms and Parker is filling Veronica and Logan in on the details of the off-campus house they’re renting this year.
Backup leaps from his spot on the floor and barks at the couple as Dick and Mac approach the back door.
Mac walks in the house, carefree, as Backup stops Dick with a growl.
“Dude, every fuckin’ time. I live in the pool house you, Dumb Dog.” Dick huffs, looking down at the pitbull. Backup growls more viciously and shows his teeth, making Dick step back over the threshold and out the door.
“Backup! Down!” Logan commands and Backup backs away from Dick and returns to his spot on the floor, near Veronica and Logan.
Veronica leans down and makes a grand gesture of praising the dog, at her feet, with a belly pat as she shoots a smirk toward Dick.
Dick narrows his eyes at Veronica as he walks to the armchair. “Nice, V. Real nice.” He lifts Mac up off the chair and places her on his lap as the conversations continue amongst the six friends.
Part 54