Could This Be Happening? Part 55
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 55
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 4769
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 55
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[After Season Three]
[17 days postpartum]
“Dude!” Dick grabs Brad’s hand excitedly and rolls into a one-armed hug. “You found the house. Pretty cool, right?”
Brad looks around the Pi Sig Fraternity House and nods. “Better than UNLV’s house.”
“Yo! Dick!” Chip Diller comes around the corner into the foyer and greets Dick and Brad.
“Chip Diller, Pi Sig President this is Brad Collins, Pi Sig brother from UNLV. But he’s coming here in the fall.” Dick bounces on his toes, enthusiastically.
“Hey.” Brad and Chip shake hands.
“Hey, are you living on campus?” Chip asks.
“No, no, I’m living with a couple people in a house on West Marshall Street.”
Dick’s ears perk up. “You’re living with Mac and Parker, Dude?” He immediately can feel his blood boiling.
“Yeah, Man. I thought Mac and Parker told you.” Brad says surprised Mac didn’t mention it.
“Yeah, I guess they did. I just didn’t think about it.” Dick says nonchalantly and lowers his head as Chip and Brad talk about Hearst and the Pi Sig House. Think Dick, did Mac say anything about this? Did she tell you when we were all in Logan’s living room? Think, Damn it, think! Would she keep this from me? Oh shit! If she kept this from me I am going to fuckin’ kill her. He laughs to himself. No, Mac wouldn’t do that shit. She’s not like fuckin’ Madison.
Dick snaps out of his thoughts when Chip laughs.
“Okay, then, Brad. Nice to meet you. I’ll see you around in the fall.” Chip says as he leaves the house through the front door.
Brad turns to Dick. “Dude, I really am sorry if no one told you I’m living in the house with Mac, Wallace and Parker.” Brad says with compassion in his voice. “We all have our own rooms and, Dude, she’s off the market. I know she’s your girl. You don’t have to worry about me hittin’ on Mac.”
“Yeah. Cool. Everything’s cool. She might’ve told me and I just didn’t listen or something, you know?” Dick says casually.
“Okay, good.” Brad says as Dick shows him around campus, finally ending up at the Student Enrollment Office.
Dick is sitting on a sofa in the Student Services Center, looking over the lists of classes available in the fall semester while he waits for Brad to finish officially enrolling at Hearst College.
“Dude. It’s summer, what the hell are you doin’ tryin’ to learn stuff?” Logan yells down the hallway in his best stupid surfer voice.
Dick looks up to see Logan carrying Will in the infant carrier in one hand and holding Veronica’s hand in the other.
“Dude, you brought the kid.” Dick states the obvious and Logan glances at Veronica.
“Ah, yeah. What do you expect us to do if we both have to meet with our advisors? Leave Will at home?” Logan shakes his head no.
“What if he fuckin’ cries?” Dick asks bewildered without his normal enthusiasm.
Veronica looks at Logan but doesn’t say anything about Dick’s mood. “Um, then we feed him or change him like we would do at home. It’s called being prepared.” She points to the trendy backpack diaper bag she has flung over her shoulder. “What are you doin’ here anyway, Dick? Didn’t you sign up for classes in May like everyone else?”
“Yeah. I’m waiting for Brad. He’s enrolling now.” Dick points to the office Brad is currently in. Logan and Veronica nod in understanding.
“What are you guys doing here in the middle of the fuckin’ summer?”
“We need to talk to both our advisors, together, to make sure our classes don’t overlap.” Logan answers.
Dick nods. “’Cause the kid?”
Veronica imitates Dick. “’Cause the kid.”
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Dick is lying on his bed thinking back to his conversation with Brad about living with Mac. ‘Dude, I really am sorry if no one told you I’m living in the house with Mac, Wallace and Parker.’ Why wouldn’t Mac tell me she’s moving in with Brad?
‘We all have our own rooms and, Dude, she’s off the market.’ You got that right, Brad, but does Mac thinks so or is she playin’ me?
‘I know she’s your girl.’ Yeah, I know she’s my girl but does she know that?
‘You don’t have to worry about me hittin’ on Mac.’ Gee, thanks Brad, I can sleep better at night now. “God, damn it!” He shouts and punches his pillow.
He hears a light tap on the pool house door and he ignores it. She knows her way in. If it’s anyone else, I don’t want to fuckin’ talk to them.
The knock gets louder.
“Go away.” Dick yells from his bedroom and covers his head with the pillow.
“Hey, you okay?” He hears Mac’s soft, luscious voice in his room, only a few feet away.
“No.” He mumbles into his pillow.
“I tried calling your cell and it went right to voicemail.” She says as she kneels one leg on the side of the bed and Dick can feel his bed shift with her additional weight on the mattress.
“My phone is off.”
“Oh.” Mac says as she scans the room for his cell phone. She can feel the tension between them so she lowers her voice. “Dick, is something wrong? Are you mad at me or something?”
“Yes.”
She takes a deep breath and readies herself for a fight. “What did I do to get you so mad?”
He whips the pillow away from his head and sits up in his bed. “Did you forget to tell me that Brad was the fourth person in the house with you, Parker and Wallace?”
Mac bites her lower lip. “I thought you knew.”
“What!” Dick screams. “How the fuck was I supposed to know that Brad was moving in with you unless you fuckin’ tell me!”
“I thought I told you.” Mac says in a normal tone.
“Yeah, right after you forgot to tell me Parker and Beth were meeting you here, right?” He barks.
Mac moves her leg off the bed and stands with her arms wrapped around her body, defensively. “That was different. I simply forgot to tell you they were coming here. It slipped my mind and it didn’t hurt anyone that they came here except that you didn’t get as much sex as you wanted that morning.” She pauses. “I thought I told you about Brad. I wasn’t hiding anything. I swear.”
“Yeah, right.”
She throws her hands in the air. “Why would I hide this, Dick? Why? Huh? Do you really think the subject of the house wouldn’t come up over the summer among any of our friends? There are four fucking people living in that house, Dick, all of which you’re friends with. Do you really think I would hide Brad from you with every one of our friends in on our little eff-you-Dick secret.” She exhales loudly. “That would make so much sense since you would probably be helping me move in to the house. You would see Brad moving into the house too. It wouldn’t be a big secret.” Mac shouts, her frustration with Dick at an all-time high.
Dick nudges closer to Mac as he yells. “How do you think I felt when Brad told Chip fuckin’ Diller that he was moving into the house on West Marshall Street and I looked like a complete asshole hearing it from him instead of my own fuckin’ girlfriend. Huh? How do you think that made me feel, Mac?”
“It wasn’t a secret, Dick. We were all talking about the house the other day in Logan’s living room. Brad’s name came up in that conversation.” Mac huffs loudly. “Put two and two together.”
“That was the fuckin’ day Ronnie’s tits were huge. I came into the middle of that conversation, Mac.” He shouts, turning to face Mac. “No one! Said Brad was moving in with you! No one!”
Mac shakes her head completely frustrated with this fight, which she is obviously not going to be able to win.
Dick lowers his voice and speaks through clenched teeth. “Where is your room, Mac? Where is the yellow room that you’re going to get? The one you keep talking about?”
“On the second floor.” She says quietly.
“And where is Brad going to be staying? Where’s his room?” Dick says trying to keep his anger in check but failing miserably. “Are you sharing a room?”
“No! We’re not sharing a fuckin’ room, Dick.” She blurts.
“Where is his room then, Mac?” Dick says softly. Mac thinks that tone of voice is almost scarier than when he’s yelling at her.
“Right across the hall.” Mac says so softly, Dick almost misses it.
“What? What did you say?” Dick barks.
“Right across the fuckin’ hall!” Mac yells. “There are you happy. I had this all planned out. I was going to sleep right across the fuckin’ hall from Brad and sneak in his room every night and fuck him. It was going to be our fuckin’ secret. I was going to do it right under your God damn nose. Is that what you want me to say, Dick? Is that what you want me to do? Fuck Brad and get it over with so you can stop worrying if I’m going to cheat on you or not? Huh? Is that what you want me to say?” Mac pauses for a minute then turns and walks to the dresser and sits on the edge.
Dick’s heart stops when he thinks she’s going to leave the room and he breathes a deep sigh of relief when she sits on his dresser. He drops his head. “No, that’s not what I want you to fuckin’ say!” He says quietly, playing with the sheet on the bed. “I fuckin’ love you, God damn it and half the time I don’t even think you fuckin’ like me, Mac.”
She laughs incredulously, shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “I fuckin’ like you, Dick. Open your God damn eyes, I fuckin’ love you.” She shouts, not realizing she just declared her love for Dick in a screaming argument.
Mac’s words don’t register and he continues with his comeback, loudly. “I don’t want you fuckin’ livin’ with some other guy. I want you to fuckin’ live with me.” He lowers his head, replaying their last few sentences.
Mac pauses for a moment, milling over what Dick just said.
They comprehend the other’s words at the same time and they lock eyes from across the room.
Dick laughs with a big grin. “Did you just say you love me?”
Mac smiles despite herself. “Did you just ask me to move in with you?”
“Maybe.” Dick smirks.
Mac bites her lower lip, forcing herself to stop smiling but fails. “You want me to move in here with you?”
“Did you just say you love me?” He raises his eyebrows in question.
She chuckles. “I think I did.”
“Huh.” He lowers his head and takes in her words. She loves me. “Say it again.” He commands without looking up at his girlfriend.
Mac can’t wipe the smile off her face at this point. “I love you, Dick.”
Dick pops out of bed in a flash and kisses Mac with all the love and passion in his heart.
She throws her arms around his neck just as her knees begin to buckle and he whisks her off her feet. They continue their kiss as he carries her over to the bed in his arms, bridal style, with her legs draped over his right arm and his left arm supporting her back.
He gently places her on his bed and hovers over her body, holding himself up with his arms. “Say it again.” Dick whispers.
“I love you, Dick.” She giggles and he kisses her mouth with a deep, sexy, heated kiss.
His fingers push her shirt up her body, stopping at her bra. His lips leave her mouth and attack her neck, nipping and sucking as his hands walk around her ribcage and unlatch her bra easily.
Mac pushes her pelvis up, grinding against Dick’s thigh.
He kisses a trail down her neck, in the valley of her cleavage and halts at the underwire of her bra with a searing hot kiss to her abdomen. Dick nudges her loosened bra up and over her breasts with his nose and sucks the soft flesh of her boob, slowly moving to her nipple.
Mac arches into his kisses and fingers his hair roughly, tugging at his blonde locks as she gyrates against his leg.
A moan escapes her throat when his fingers caress her left breast, palming her flesh and pinching her nipple.
Dick kisses her soft skin from one nipple to the other and sucks it deep into his mouth, flicking the nub with his tongue. His hand massages her right boob gently before adding more force, pulling her aroused taut nipple and twisting it in his fingertips.
Mac yanks his shirt out of his pants and pulls the cotton fabric over Dick’s head as he slides down her body, aiding the removal of his garment. She throws the shirt off the bed as Dick kisses down her flat stomach, reaching her jeans.
He unbuttons and unzips her pants quickly and kneels on the bed, locking eyes with Mac. She is lying on his bed with her shirt and bra bunched at her neck and her face flushed with anticipation.
He winks at his girlfriend and hooks his fingers in her jeans and panties and pulls them down her legs, glancing at her face with a mischievous grin. Dick lies in between her extended legs and rolls her panties further down her legs, exposing her mound of neatly trimmed pubic hair and flattens his tongue against her warm folds.
“Oh yeah.” She moans encouragement and slowly pulls her legs out of her lowered jeans, placing her feet flat on the mattress for leverage while Dick tongues her clitoris.
He moves his fingers on his left hand to her inner thigh and slides his hand to her lips, spreading the skin for easier access as his mouth devours her clit, sucking and licking the small bundle of nerves.
Mac pushes her hips up, finding a slow rhythm for her thrusts and Dick responds by pushing two fingers into her opening. She moans a long, pleasure-filled grunt and he curls his fingers, touching sensitive areas of her canal repeatedly.
“Oh God.” She exhales and closes her eyes.
He continues his efforts with his fingers but removes his mouth from her clit and kisses her inner thigh gently. “I want to be inside you when you cum.” Dick whispers against her skin.
Mac opens her eyes at the sound of his voice. “Mmm. Okay.” She says in a sexy, low tone.
Dick rests his head against her thigh and watches his fingers move in and out of her opening. Disappearing into her body, he can feel her warmth enclose around his digits then he pulls them out slowly, rubbing against the most sensitive edges deliberately, her juices cover his fingers. He barely touches her clit with his thumb and begins the pattern again.
Mac’s eyes close as she massages and cups her tits, rolling and pulling her nipples in her fingertips with the same rhythm of Dick’s hand.
“Babe…” He whispers watching her hands play with her milky breast and his mouth goes dry.
She opens her eyes and smiles.
“Can you throw me a condom?” He swallows as she continues her assault on her own body and his fingers push into her vagina at regular intervals.
With one hand, Mac reaches into the drawer of the bedside table and tosses a foil square onto her stomach then goes back to tugging on her nipples with both hands.
“Jesus. I could watch you do that all fuckin’ day.” Dick says in a sultry voice as he removes his fingers from her core and she moans.
“I was enjoying that.” She smirks.
He holds up the condom. “I gotta cover up.” He opens his pants and his jaw drops when Mac’s hand finds her clit and she continues his movements, bucking into her hand and moaning loudly.
“Wait for me, Babe.” He snaps back to his task of putting the condom on and positions himself at her opening.
She smiles and spreads her legs wider. Dick just about blows his load right there. Shit. Fuckin’ get with it, Dude, she’s fuckin’ ready.
He swallows and pushes his rock hard erection into her hole and pauses, allowing Mac to adjust to his position then he thrusts in as deep as he can go, filling her to the hilt, as he holds his weight off her body, locking his arms in place near her ribs.
She moans and drops her head back, pushing into the pillow and wraps her legs around his waist. “Oh God.”
Dick pulls out and pushes back in rapidly. The head of his penis hits her cervix and she moans and opens her eyes. “Again.” She smiles.
He follows her direction and thrusts in forcefully as she bucks into his movements, gaining friction at all the right places.
She pulls his shoulders towards her, leaving imprints in his flushed skin, as he pumps in and out in quick repetition.
He lowers his body down and lies on Mac’s chest, enjoying the feel of her skin against his, slick with sweat.
Mac cups his face in her hands and plants a long, wet, passionate kiss on his mouth.
His tongue and his shaft perform an identical dance and Mac cums. Her inner muscles clench around his erection and Dick explodes.
Their mouths break apart when Mac pushes her head back into the pillow and screams. “Oh God!”
Dick thrusts a few more times and flops down on top of Mac’s body, exhaling jagged breaths near her ear. “Jesus.”
Mac giggles and Dick rolls onto the mattress, pulling his limp dick out of her canal as he shifts. He lands flat on his back with his left arm spread out wide across the bed and tries to slow his racing heart. “Fuck, that was incredible.”
Mac flops her legs out on the bed, in a relaxed position matching Dick’s form and stares at the ceiling.
Their silent afterglow lasts for a few minutes when Mac speaks quietly. “You still mad at me?”
“Aaarrggg.” Dick groans.
Mac rolls toward Dick and pulls her limbs in to her body. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed you knew Brad was going to move in with us. I just thought it was common knowledge. I wasn’t hiding anything from you.”
Dick rolls toward Mac, mirrors her posture and looks deep into her eyes. “Can you see why I was so fuckin’ pissed off?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to fuck Brad?” He smirks.
“No.” She laughs. “Not after that bit of make-up sex. I’ll stay right here, thanks.”
“You can. You know.” He wiggles closer to his girlfriend. “Stay here, I mean.” He kisses her lips gently. “I might’ve yelled it out in a fuckin’ fight but the offer still stands. If you want to live with me, you can.”
Mac bites her lower lip as Dick’s fingers caress her cheek.
“I like to stay over here with you, Dick, but this is your place. You need your own space.” Mac says softly. “I still get to keep my drawer though.”
Dick laughs and pulls Mac toward him. “You still get to keep your drawer here if I get a drawer at your place on West Marshall Street.”
“Deal.”
“Cool.” Dick kisses the top of her head. “I love you, Mac.”
Mac cuddles into his Dick’s body. “I love you too, Dick.”
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[20 days postpartum]
Logan paddles back to Brad and Dick after missing his fourth consecutive wave resulting in a clumsy fall into the ocean each time.
“Dude, what the hell is your problem today? You haven’t sucked this bad since Ronnie dumped you ass.” Dick observes.
Brad’s eyes shift to Logan cautiously.
“I don’t know. I’m having trouble concentrating, I guess.” Logan mumbles, clears his throat and spits into the water, away from his friends.
“Concentrating? What the fuck do you have to concentrate on? You just jump on your board and ride her out like a ten dollar whore.” Dick states with a hip thrust for emphasis.
“Maybe that’s the problem.” Brad says quietly.
Logan lowers his head.
Brad and Dick look at each other incredulously then back to Logan.
Dick laughs. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re not gettin’ any. She’s not puttin’ out.”
Brad chuckles.
“Fuck! It’s been twenty fuckin’ days and I can’t fucking take it anymore.” Logan blurts out with frustration.
“Jesus, Dude, rub one off.” Brad suggests.
“That doesn’t even help at this point.” Logan mumbles.
“Aw man, that sucks.” Brad shakes his head with sympathy.
“Dude, what do you mean it’s been twenty fuckin’ days. You were just knockin’ boots on the sofa the other day.” Dick says.
“No, Dick, we weren’t. You walked in on nothing. Ronnie’s body is still fuckin’ healing and I can’t fuckin’ touch her or I feel like a huge jackass.” Logan groans.
“She won’t blow you or give you a hand job?” Brad asks.
“That doesn’t help…” Logan mumbles. “…I just want to fuck her and make her scream…” He sighs loudly. “…and if she wears that fuckin’ white low cut shirt again I’m just gonna rip it the hell off her body and put it to her good.”
“Dude, go swimming. Pool sex is hot. She’ll give it up.” Dick says with a big smile, remembering his rendezvous with Mac. Fuckin’ wicked hot!
“Good luck, Man.” Brad slaps Logan on the back and rides a wave in towards the beach.
“This is my last wave…” Logan whines. “…that’s if I can get in to the fuckin’ beach without drowning.”
Dick laughs and paddles away to catch his last wave of the day.
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[22 days postpartum]
Veronica glances at the caller ID before she answers. “Hello?”
“Hey, Suprafly. How’s it going?” Wallace’s voice bellows through the phone, crystal clear.
She jumps in her spot in the kitchen with excitement as she mixes Will’s formula and almost drops the whole container. “Oh! My! God! How are you Papa Bear? How is Africa?”
“Good. I’m in a small town in Uganda. We’re building a town library and the only phone in the town is at the police station.”
“You’re at the police station? Wallace, are you calling for bail money? ‘Cause, I gotta tell you, it’s been a rough summer at the office and funds are low.” She jokes.
“Girl, would you stop? Tell me about the baby. Is he unbelievably cute? Did you name him after his Uncle Wallace?”
Veronica smiles from ear to ear and watches her infant son kick his legs and bounce in his bouncy chair on the counter. “Wallace, he’s so incredible. I was three weeks early. We were buying a new car the morning of my doctor’s appointment and the OB checked me out and told me I was four centimeters dilated. I couldn’t feel a thing, Wallace. I called Logan and he was surfing.”
“Damn, were you pissed?” Wallace questions.
“Nah, he got there with plenty of time to spare. The doctor broke my water then I only pushed for like an hour and I got the drugs so I didn’t even feel a thing. The! Best! Drugs! Ever!” She rambles with enthusiasm. “So William Keith Fennel… I mean Echolls.” She giggles.
“Damn right you do, Girl. I’m not gettin’ my ass kicked when Logan hears you say shit like that.”
“Will was born on June 19th at 11 p.m. and he was seven pounds two ounces. He’s beautiful and he looks just like Logan.”
“Great.” Wallace moans.
“I know, I don’t think Logan notices the resemblance yet but it’s obvious to me. He has his hair color and big brown eyes. Boy, is he gonna break a lot of hearts.” She smiles at her baby.
Will starts to whimper and she unclasps him from the bouncy seat and holds him in her arms, propping the bottle against her chin and holding her cell phone against her ear as she walks to the living room. “Did you hear him whimper? He does that before he works himself into a full-blown cry. I spared you from hearing his hungry cry and I gave him his bottle before it got to that.”
“I appreciate that, V.” Wallace smiles, enjoying his tough-as-nails BFF ramble on about baby and mommy stuff.
Veronica sits on the sofa and gets comfortable then feeds Will his bottle. “Oh my gosh, Wallace, you would of died, a couple of days after I had Will my milk came in and I looked like a porn star.”
Wallace laughs. “No you didn’t.”
“I swear. It would’ve been great if I wasn’t so sore. Poor Logan couldn’t even have fun with my new rack.”
“Enough! I’ve heard enough.” Wallace yells.
“Yeah, he was outta luck. I’m back to normal now. So you won’t see me on the cover of Busty Magazine or anything.”
“Good to know before I rip off the paper of my newest installment.” Wallace snarks.
“Hey, speakin’ of your newest installment, we’ve been seeing a lot of Beth Turner around these parts lately. Are you two together or what?”
Wallace moans. “V, Damn, I miss her. She sends me emails and I get them like two weeks later. I called her once and she was crying when we hung up. That broke my heart.”
“She went with Parker and Mac and checked out the house on your behalf. Oh and Brad Collins, from Vegas, is in town for an internship and he’s enrolling at Hearst in the fall too. He’s living with you guys in a big four-bedroom on West Marshall Street. I haven’t seen the house but I hear it’s nice. You get a blue room on the second floor, Parker gets the master bedroom and is going to pay fifty more bucks a month to have two huge closets…”
Wallace laughs.
Veronica continues. “…Mac gets the yellow room on the third floor and Brad gets the blue room on the third floor.”
“Oh shit, how does Dick feel about Mac and Brad shackin’ up together?”
“He hasn’t said much but I know they had a big fight last week. They’re good again. Mac told Parker and Beth that Dick told her he loved her.”
“No way! Dick? Dick Casablancas, fallin’ for a ‘02er? What is this world coming to?” Wallace chuckles.
“Yeah, but you didn’t hear that from me.”
“Alright. It was in the local tabloids here in Uganda.”
“I’m so proud of you, Wallace. You’re my hero.” Veronica starts to tear up.
“Aw, Girl, you’re not going to start crying too, are you? I can’t take that shit.” Wallace says softly.
“When are you going to be back in Neptune?”
“Mid-August.”
“Cool. You guys have the house beginning August first.”
“Good. My mom will be happy to hear I’m coming home to move right into a house at school instead of staying with her.”
“I’ll warm her up to the house idea while you’re gone then she’ll be okay with it when you get home. She’ll be fine. She’s got my dad. I think he’s been staying over there a lot lately. I bet he’s going to get rid of the apartment soon.”
“Well, V, tell everyone I said hi and I’ll try to call you one more time before I leave, but we’ll see. Give Will a big hug and kiss from his Uncle Wallace.”
Tears fall freely from Veronica’s eyes. “I love you, Wallace. I’m so proud of you.” She sniffs.
“I love you too, Supastar. Send snickerdoodles. Bye.” Wallace sniffs back a few tears.
“Bye, be safe.”
“Okay.” Wallace hangs up and Veronica cries the entire time she feeds Will his bottle.
Part 56
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 4769
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 55
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[After Season Three]
[17 days postpartum]
“Dude!” Dick grabs Brad’s hand excitedly and rolls into a one-armed hug. “You found the house. Pretty cool, right?”
Brad looks around the Pi Sig Fraternity House and nods. “Better than UNLV’s house.”
“Yo! Dick!” Chip Diller comes around the corner into the foyer and greets Dick and Brad.
“Chip Diller, Pi Sig President this is Brad Collins, Pi Sig brother from UNLV. But he’s coming here in the fall.” Dick bounces on his toes, enthusiastically.
“Hey.” Brad and Chip shake hands.
“Hey, are you living on campus?” Chip asks.
“No, no, I’m living with a couple people in a house on West Marshall Street.”
Dick’s ears perk up. “You’re living with Mac and Parker, Dude?” He immediately can feel his blood boiling.
“Yeah, Man. I thought Mac and Parker told you.” Brad says surprised Mac didn’t mention it.
“Yeah, I guess they did. I just didn’t think about it.” Dick says nonchalantly and lowers his head as Chip and Brad talk about Hearst and the Pi Sig House. Think Dick, did Mac say anything about this? Did she tell you when we were all in Logan’s living room? Think, Damn it, think! Would she keep this from me? Oh shit! If she kept this from me I am going to fuckin’ kill her. He laughs to himself. No, Mac wouldn’t do that shit. She’s not like fuckin’ Madison.
Dick snaps out of his thoughts when Chip laughs.
“Okay, then, Brad. Nice to meet you. I’ll see you around in the fall.” Chip says as he leaves the house through the front door.
Brad turns to Dick. “Dude, I really am sorry if no one told you I’m living in the house with Mac, Wallace and Parker.” Brad says with compassion in his voice. “We all have our own rooms and, Dude, she’s off the market. I know she’s your girl. You don’t have to worry about me hittin’ on Mac.”
“Yeah. Cool. Everything’s cool. She might’ve told me and I just didn’t listen or something, you know?” Dick says casually.
“Okay, good.” Brad says as Dick shows him around campus, finally ending up at the Student Enrollment Office.
Dick is sitting on a sofa in the Student Services Center, looking over the lists of classes available in the fall semester while he waits for Brad to finish officially enrolling at Hearst College.
“Dude. It’s summer, what the hell are you doin’ tryin’ to learn stuff?” Logan yells down the hallway in his best stupid surfer voice.
Dick looks up to see Logan carrying Will in the infant carrier in one hand and holding Veronica’s hand in the other.
“Dude, you brought the kid.” Dick states the obvious and Logan glances at Veronica.
“Ah, yeah. What do you expect us to do if we both have to meet with our advisors? Leave Will at home?” Logan shakes his head no.
“What if he fuckin’ cries?” Dick asks bewildered without his normal enthusiasm.
Veronica looks at Logan but doesn’t say anything about Dick’s mood. “Um, then we feed him or change him like we would do at home. It’s called being prepared.” She points to the trendy backpack diaper bag she has flung over her shoulder. “What are you doin’ here anyway, Dick? Didn’t you sign up for classes in May like everyone else?”
“Yeah. I’m waiting for Brad. He’s enrolling now.” Dick points to the office Brad is currently in. Logan and Veronica nod in understanding.
“What are you guys doing here in the middle of the fuckin’ summer?”
“We need to talk to both our advisors, together, to make sure our classes don’t overlap.” Logan answers.
Dick nods. “’Cause the kid?”
Veronica imitates Dick. “’Cause the kid.”
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Dick is lying on his bed thinking back to his conversation with Brad about living with Mac. ‘Dude, I really am sorry if no one told you I’m living in the house with Mac, Wallace and Parker.’ Why wouldn’t Mac tell me she’s moving in with Brad?
‘We all have our own rooms and, Dude, she’s off the market.’ You got that right, Brad, but does Mac thinks so or is she playin’ me?
‘I know she’s your girl.’ Yeah, I know she’s my girl but does she know that?
‘You don’t have to worry about me hittin’ on Mac.’ Gee, thanks Brad, I can sleep better at night now. “God, damn it!” He shouts and punches his pillow.
He hears a light tap on the pool house door and he ignores it. She knows her way in. If it’s anyone else, I don’t want to fuckin’ talk to them.
The knock gets louder.
“Go away.” Dick yells from his bedroom and covers his head with the pillow.
“Hey, you okay?” He hears Mac’s soft, luscious voice in his room, only a few feet away.
“No.” He mumbles into his pillow.
“I tried calling your cell and it went right to voicemail.” She says as she kneels one leg on the side of the bed and Dick can feel his bed shift with her additional weight on the mattress.
“My phone is off.”
“Oh.” Mac says as she scans the room for his cell phone. She can feel the tension between them so she lowers her voice. “Dick, is something wrong? Are you mad at me or something?”
“Yes.”
She takes a deep breath and readies herself for a fight. “What did I do to get you so mad?”
He whips the pillow away from his head and sits up in his bed. “Did you forget to tell me that Brad was the fourth person in the house with you, Parker and Wallace?”
Mac bites her lower lip. “I thought you knew.”
“What!” Dick screams. “How the fuck was I supposed to know that Brad was moving in with you unless you fuckin’ tell me!”
“I thought I told you.” Mac says in a normal tone.
“Yeah, right after you forgot to tell me Parker and Beth were meeting you here, right?” He barks.
Mac moves her leg off the bed and stands with her arms wrapped around her body, defensively. “That was different. I simply forgot to tell you they were coming here. It slipped my mind and it didn’t hurt anyone that they came here except that you didn’t get as much sex as you wanted that morning.” She pauses. “I thought I told you about Brad. I wasn’t hiding anything. I swear.”
“Yeah, right.”
She throws her hands in the air. “Why would I hide this, Dick? Why? Huh? Do you really think the subject of the house wouldn’t come up over the summer among any of our friends? There are four fucking people living in that house, Dick, all of which you’re friends with. Do you really think I would hide Brad from you with every one of our friends in on our little eff-you-Dick secret.” She exhales loudly. “That would make so much sense since you would probably be helping me move in to the house. You would see Brad moving into the house too. It wouldn’t be a big secret.” Mac shouts, her frustration with Dick at an all-time high.
Dick nudges closer to Mac as he yells. “How do you think I felt when Brad told Chip fuckin’ Diller that he was moving into the house on West Marshall Street and I looked like a complete asshole hearing it from him instead of my own fuckin’ girlfriend. Huh? How do you think that made me feel, Mac?”
“It wasn’t a secret, Dick. We were all talking about the house the other day in Logan’s living room. Brad’s name came up in that conversation.” Mac huffs loudly. “Put two and two together.”
“That was the fuckin’ day Ronnie’s tits were huge. I came into the middle of that conversation, Mac.” He shouts, turning to face Mac. “No one! Said Brad was moving in with you! No one!”
Mac shakes her head completely frustrated with this fight, which she is obviously not going to be able to win.
Dick lowers his voice and speaks through clenched teeth. “Where is your room, Mac? Where is the yellow room that you’re going to get? The one you keep talking about?”
“On the second floor.” She says quietly.
“And where is Brad going to be staying? Where’s his room?” Dick says trying to keep his anger in check but failing miserably. “Are you sharing a room?”
“No! We’re not sharing a fuckin’ room, Dick.” She blurts.
“Where is his room then, Mac?” Dick says softly. Mac thinks that tone of voice is almost scarier than when he’s yelling at her.
“Right across the hall.” Mac says so softly, Dick almost misses it.
“What? What did you say?” Dick barks.
“Right across the fuckin’ hall!” Mac yells. “There are you happy. I had this all planned out. I was going to sleep right across the fuckin’ hall from Brad and sneak in his room every night and fuck him. It was going to be our fuckin’ secret. I was going to do it right under your God damn nose. Is that what you want me to say, Dick? Is that what you want me to do? Fuck Brad and get it over with so you can stop worrying if I’m going to cheat on you or not? Huh? Is that what you want me to say?” Mac pauses for a minute then turns and walks to the dresser and sits on the edge.
Dick’s heart stops when he thinks she’s going to leave the room and he breathes a deep sigh of relief when she sits on his dresser. He drops his head. “No, that’s not what I want you to fuckin’ say!” He says quietly, playing with the sheet on the bed. “I fuckin’ love you, God damn it and half the time I don’t even think you fuckin’ like me, Mac.”
She laughs incredulously, shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “I fuckin’ like you, Dick. Open your God damn eyes, I fuckin’ love you.” She shouts, not realizing she just declared her love for Dick in a screaming argument.
Mac’s words don’t register and he continues with his comeback, loudly. “I don’t want you fuckin’ livin’ with some other guy. I want you to fuckin’ live with me.” He lowers his head, replaying their last few sentences.
Mac pauses for a moment, milling over what Dick just said.
They comprehend the other’s words at the same time and they lock eyes from across the room.
Dick laughs with a big grin. “Did you just say you love me?”
Mac smiles despite herself. “Did you just ask me to move in with you?”
“Maybe.” Dick smirks.
Mac bites her lower lip, forcing herself to stop smiling but fails. “You want me to move in here with you?”
“Did you just say you love me?” He raises his eyebrows in question.
She chuckles. “I think I did.”
“Huh.” He lowers his head and takes in her words. She loves me. “Say it again.” He commands without looking up at his girlfriend.
Mac can’t wipe the smile off her face at this point. “I love you, Dick.”
Dick pops out of bed in a flash and kisses Mac with all the love and passion in his heart.
She throws her arms around his neck just as her knees begin to buckle and he whisks her off her feet. They continue their kiss as he carries her over to the bed in his arms, bridal style, with her legs draped over his right arm and his left arm supporting her back.
He gently places her on his bed and hovers over her body, holding himself up with his arms. “Say it again.” Dick whispers.
“I love you, Dick.” She giggles and he kisses her mouth with a deep, sexy, heated kiss.
His fingers push her shirt up her body, stopping at her bra. His lips leave her mouth and attack her neck, nipping and sucking as his hands walk around her ribcage and unlatch her bra easily.
Mac pushes her pelvis up, grinding against Dick’s thigh.
He kisses a trail down her neck, in the valley of her cleavage and halts at the underwire of her bra with a searing hot kiss to her abdomen. Dick nudges her loosened bra up and over her breasts with his nose and sucks the soft flesh of her boob, slowly moving to her nipple.
Mac arches into his kisses and fingers his hair roughly, tugging at his blonde locks as she gyrates against his leg.
A moan escapes her throat when his fingers caress her left breast, palming her flesh and pinching her nipple.
Dick kisses her soft skin from one nipple to the other and sucks it deep into his mouth, flicking the nub with his tongue. His hand massages her right boob gently before adding more force, pulling her aroused taut nipple and twisting it in his fingertips.
Mac yanks his shirt out of his pants and pulls the cotton fabric over Dick’s head as he slides down her body, aiding the removal of his garment. She throws the shirt off the bed as Dick kisses down her flat stomach, reaching her jeans.
He unbuttons and unzips her pants quickly and kneels on the bed, locking eyes with Mac. She is lying on his bed with her shirt and bra bunched at her neck and her face flushed with anticipation.
He winks at his girlfriend and hooks his fingers in her jeans and panties and pulls them down her legs, glancing at her face with a mischievous grin. Dick lies in between her extended legs and rolls her panties further down her legs, exposing her mound of neatly trimmed pubic hair and flattens his tongue against her warm folds.
“Oh yeah.” She moans encouragement and slowly pulls her legs out of her lowered jeans, placing her feet flat on the mattress for leverage while Dick tongues her clitoris.
He moves his fingers on his left hand to her inner thigh and slides his hand to her lips, spreading the skin for easier access as his mouth devours her clit, sucking and licking the small bundle of nerves.
Mac pushes her hips up, finding a slow rhythm for her thrusts and Dick responds by pushing two fingers into her opening. She moans a long, pleasure-filled grunt and he curls his fingers, touching sensitive areas of her canal repeatedly.
“Oh God.” She exhales and closes her eyes.
He continues his efforts with his fingers but removes his mouth from her clit and kisses her inner thigh gently. “I want to be inside you when you cum.” Dick whispers against her skin.
Mac opens her eyes at the sound of his voice. “Mmm. Okay.” She says in a sexy, low tone.
Dick rests his head against her thigh and watches his fingers move in and out of her opening. Disappearing into her body, he can feel her warmth enclose around his digits then he pulls them out slowly, rubbing against the most sensitive edges deliberately, her juices cover his fingers. He barely touches her clit with his thumb and begins the pattern again.
Mac’s eyes close as she massages and cups her tits, rolling and pulling her nipples in her fingertips with the same rhythm of Dick’s hand.
“Babe…” He whispers watching her hands play with her milky breast and his mouth goes dry.
She opens her eyes and smiles.
“Can you throw me a condom?” He swallows as she continues her assault on her own body and his fingers push into her vagina at regular intervals.
With one hand, Mac reaches into the drawer of the bedside table and tosses a foil square onto her stomach then goes back to tugging on her nipples with both hands.
“Jesus. I could watch you do that all fuckin’ day.” Dick says in a sultry voice as he removes his fingers from her core and she moans.
“I was enjoying that.” She smirks.
He holds up the condom. “I gotta cover up.” He opens his pants and his jaw drops when Mac’s hand finds her clit and she continues his movements, bucking into her hand and moaning loudly.
“Wait for me, Babe.” He snaps back to his task of putting the condom on and positions himself at her opening.
She smiles and spreads her legs wider. Dick just about blows his load right there. Shit. Fuckin’ get with it, Dude, she’s fuckin’ ready.
He swallows and pushes his rock hard erection into her hole and pauses, allowing Mac to adjust to his position then he thrusts in as deep as he can go, filling her to the hilt, as he holds his weight off her body, locking his arms in place near her ribs.
She moans and drops her head back, pushing into the pillow and wraps her legs around his waist. “Oh God.”
Dick pulls out and pushes back in rapidly. The head of his penis hits her cervix and she moans and opens her eyes. “Again.” She smiles.
He follows her direction and thrusts in forcefully as she bucks into his movements, gaining friction at all the right places.
She pulls his shoulders towards her, leaving imprints in his flushed skin, as he pumps in and out in quick repetition.
He lowers his body down and lies on Mac’s chest, enjoying the feel of her skin against his, slick with sweat.
Mac cups his face in her hands and plants a long, wet, passionate kiss on his mouth.
His tongue and his shaft perform an identical dance and Mac cums. Her inner muscles clench around his erection and Dick explodes.
Their mouths break apart when Mac pushes her head back into the pillow and screams. “Oh God!”
Dick thrusts a few more times and flops down on top of Mac’s body, exhaling jagged breaths near her ear. “Jesus.”
Mac giggles and Dick rolls onto the mattress, pulling his limp dick out of her canal as he shifts. He lands flat on his back with his left arm spread out wide across the bed and tries to slow his racing heart. “Fuck, that was incredible.”
Mac flops her legs out on the bed, in a relaxed position matching Dick’s form and stares at the ceiling.
Their silent afterglow lasts for a few minutes when Mac speaks quietly. “You still mad at me?”
“Aaarrggg.” Dick groans.
Mac rolls toward Dick and pulls her limbs in to her body. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed you knew Brad was going to move in with us. I just thought it was common knowledge. I wasn’t hiding anything from you.”
Dick rolls toward Mac, mirrors her posture and looks deep into her eyes. “Can you see why I was so fuckin’ pissed off?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to fuck Brad?” He smirks.
“No.” She laughs. “Not after that bit of make-up sex. I’ll stay right here, thanks.”
“You can. You know.” He wiggles closer to his girlfriend. “Stay here, I mean.” He kisses her lips gently. “I might’ve yelled it out in a fuckin’ fight but the offer still stands. If you want to live with me, you can.”
Mac bites her lower lip as Dick’s fingers caress her cheek.
“I like to stay over here with you, Dick, but this is your place. You need your own space.” Mac says softly. “I still get to keep my drawer though.”
Dick laughs and pulls Mac toward him. “You still get to keep your drawer here if I get a drawer at your place on West Marshall Street.”
“Deal.”
“Cool.” Dick kisses the top of her head. “I love you, Mac.”
Mac cuddles into his Dick’s body. “I love you too, Dick.”
VMVMVMVMVM
[20 days postpartum]
Logan paddles back to Brad and Dick after missing his fourth consecutive wave resulting in a clumsy fall into the ocean each time.
“Dude, what the hell is your problem today? You haven’t sucked this bad since Ronnie dumped you ass.” Dick observes.
Brad’s eyes shift to Logan cautiously.
“I don’t know. I’m having trouble concentrating, I guess.” Logan mumbles, clears his throat and spits into the water, away from his friends.
“Concentrating? What the fuck do you have to concentrate on? You just jump on your board and ride her out like a ten dollar whore.” Dick states with a hip thrust for emphasis.
“Maybe that’s the problem.” Brad says quietly.
Logan lowers his head.
Brad and Dick look at each other incredulously then back to Logan.
Dick laughs. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re not gettin’ any. She’s not puttin’ out.”
Brad chuckles.
“Fuck! It’s been twenty fuckin’ days and I can’t fucking take it anymore.” Logan blurts out with frustration.
“Jesus, Dude, rub one off.” Brad suggests.
“That doesn’t even help at this point.” Logan mumbles.
“Aw man, that sucks.” Brad shakes his head with sympathy.
“Dude, what do you mean it’s been twenty fuckin’ days. You were just knockin’ boots on the sofa the other day.” Dick says.
“No, Dick, we weren’t. You walked in on nothing. Ronnie’s body is still fuckin’ healing and I can’t fuckin’ touch her or I feel like a huge jackass.” Logan groans.
“She won’t blow you or give you a hand job?” Brad asks.
“That doesn’t help…” Logan mumbles. “…I just want to fuck her and make her scream…” He sighs loudly. “…and if she wears that fuckin’ white low cut shirt again I’m just gonna rip it the hell off her body and put it to her good.”
“Dude, go swimming. Pool sex is hot. She’ll give it up.” Dick says with a big smile, remembering his rendezvous with Mac. Fuckin’ wicked hot!
“Good luck, Man.” Brad slaps Logan on the back and rides a wave in towards the beach.
“This is my last wave…” Logan whines. “…that’s if I can get in to the fuckin’ beach without drowning.”
Dick laughs and paddles away to catch his last wave of the day.
VMVMVMVMVM
[22 days postpartum]
Veronica glances at the caller ID before she answers. “Hello?”
“Hey, Suprafly. How’s it going?” Wallace’s voice bellows through the phone, crystal clear.
She jumps in her spot in the kitchen with excitement as she mixes Will’s formula and almost drops the whole container. “Oh! My! God! How are you Papa Bear? How is Africa?”
“Good. I’m in a small town in Uganda. We’re building a town library and the only phone in the town is at the police station.”
“You’re at the police station? Wallace, are you calling for bail money? ‘Cause, I gotta tell you, it’s been a rough summer at the office and funds are low.” She jokes.
“Girl, would you stop? Tell me about the baby. Is he unbelievably cute? Did you name him after his Uncle Wallace?”
Veronica smiles from ear to ear and watches her infant son kick his legs and bounce in his bouncy chair on the counter. “Wallace, he’s so incredible. I was three weeks early. We were buying a new car the morning of my doctor’s appointment and the OB checked me out and told me I was four centimeters dilated. I couldn’t feel a thing, Wallace. I called Logan and he was surfing.”
“Damn, were you pissed?” Wallace questions.
“Nah, he got there with plenty of time to spare. The doctor broke my water then I only pushed for like an hour and I got the drugs so I didn’t even feel a thing. The! Best! Drugs! Ever!” She rambles with enthusiasm. “So William Keith Fennel… I mean Echolls.” She giggles.
“Damn right you do, Girl. I’m not gettin’ my ass kicked when Logan hears you say shit like that.”
“Will was born on June 19th at 11 p.m. and he was seven pounds two ounces. He’s beautiful and he looks just like Logan.”
“Great.” Wallace moans.
“I know, I don’t think Logan notices the resemblance yet but it’s obvious to me. He has his hair color and big brown eyes. Boy, is he gonna break a lot of hearts.” She smiles at her baby.
Will starts to whimper and she unclasps him from the bouncy seat and holds him in her arms, propping the bottle against her chin and holding her cell phone against her ear as she walks to the living room. “Did you hear him whimper? He does that before he works himself into a full-blown cry. I spared you from hearing his hungry cry and I gave him his bottle before it got to that.”
“I appreciate that, V.” Wallace smiles, enjoying his tough-as-nails BFF ramble on about baby and mommy stuff.
Veronica sits on the sofa and gets comfortable then feeds Will his bottle. “Oh my gosh, Wallace, you would of died, a couple of days after I had Will my milk came in and I looked like a porn star.”
Wallace laughs. “No you didn’t.”
“I swear. It would’ve been great if I wasn’t so sore. Poor Logan couldn’t even have fun with my new rack.”
“Enough! I’ve heard enough.” Wallace yells.
“Yeah, he was outta luck. I’m back to normal now. So you won’t see me on the cover of Busty Magazine or anything.”
“Good to know before I rip off the paper of my newest installment.” Wallace snarks.
“Hey, speakin’ of your newest installment, we’ve been seeing a lot of Beth Turner around these parts lately. Are you two together or what?”
Wallace moans. “V, Damn, I miss her. She sends me emails and I get them like two weeks later. I called her once and she was crying when we hung up. That broke my heart.”
“She went with Parker and Mac and checked out the house on your behalf. Oh and Brad Collins, from Vegas, is in town for an internship and he’s enrolling at Hearst in the fall too. He’s living with you guys in a big four-bedroom on West Marshall Street. I haven’t seen the house but I hear it’s nice. You get a blue room on the second floor, Parker gets the master bedroom and is going to pay fifty more bucks a month to have two huge closets…”
Wallace laughs.
Veronica continues. “…Mac gets the yellow room on the third floor and Brad gets the blue room on the third floor.”
“Oh shit, how does Dick feel about Mac and Brad shackin’ up together?”
“He hasn’t said much but I know they had a big fight last week. They’re good again. Mac told Parker and Beth that Dick told her he loved her.”
“No way! Dick? Dick Casablancas, fallin’ for a ‘02er? What is this world coming to?” Wallace chuckles.
“Yeah, but you didn’t hear that from me.”
“Alright. It was in the local tabloids here in Uganda.”
“I’m so proud of you, Wallace. You’re my hero.” Veronica starts to tear up.
“Aw, Girl, you’re not going to start crying too, are you? I can’t take that shit.” Wallace says softly.
“When are you going to be back in Neptune?”
“Mid-August.”
“Cool. You guys have the house beginning August first.”
“Good. My mom will be happy to hear I’m coming home to move right into a house at school instead of staying with her.”
“I’ll warm her up to the house idea while you’re gone then she’ll be okay with it when you get home. She’ll be fine. She’s got my dad. I think he’s been staying over there a lot lately. I bet he’s going to get rid of the apartment soon.”
“Well, V, tell everyone I said hi and I’ll try to call you one more time before I leave, but we’ll see. Give Will a big hug and kiss from his Uncle Wallace.”
Tears fall freely from Veronica’s eyes. “I love you, Wallace. I’m so proud of you.” She sniffs.
“I love you too, Supastar. Send snickerdoodles. Bye.” Wallace sniffs back a few tears.
“Bye, be safe.”
“Okay.” Wallace hangs up and Veronica cries the entire time she feeds Will his bottle.
Part 56