Around ten minutes later, Jen's bedroom light is finally turned on. Though I have prepared my self to seen Jen would come in with that Jeff guy, I still feel so intense.
A second later, Jen is finally seen by my scope, lifelessly sits on the edge of the bed, facing her vanity mirror. What ?? Where is Jeff ? I ask to my self when I see no Jeff's silhouette around her. What is it ? Are they in a fight ? Despite being relieved and of course happy for not seeing any man in her room, I can't halt my self not to be curious on what happened to her date.
From her vanity mirror I can see Jen exhales a heavy sigh before reluctantly taking off her dress and just dumps it away to the other corner of her bed. She then lightly brushes her hands to her skin. She sneaks her fingers between her bra and her skin. While closing her eyes and biting her lower lip, she caresses her breast, pulls one out of the bra cup before playing with it. Still rubbing her breast, she lies down on her bed then her other hand slips under her black stocking and starts pleasuring her self.
I bite my lower lip. I don't usually get aroused to see a woman masturbating. Furthermore, it is obvious that Jen doesn't do it often. I can see clearly that she doesn't enjoy her own pleasuring her self. But, still.. she is Jen. So when I saw how she fingers her self, I wish that it is my fingers and tongue that are there, tempting and pleasuring her until I can suck dry her delicious liquid. Only by thinking of it, I immediately get aroused. My buddy is quickly cramping inside my pant.
Before I can release my buddy, Jennifer suddenly stops what she's doing. She then screams and hits her fist on bed in frustration before covers her face with both of her palms. I just keep on watching her with a mix feeling.
Slowly, she gets off from her bed and stands in front of the vanity mirror only with her bra and black stocking. Her hands rub her face gently before she once again exhales heavily. She then puts both of her hands on her belly. That movement automatically pulls my attention to her belly, too. She must has gained a couple of pounds. I can see an ever so slightly mounds of her fat belly. Still, she has a damn sexy body, on my opinion.
Then she makes a strange sequence of gestures. While watching her self on the mirror, one of her hand is moving to cup her lower belly and her other hand keeps rubbing that little mounds of fat. Her eyes is looking at her belly's reflection with a very tender gaze with a super gentle smile. Her gaze and smile remind me of a mother looking at her ba..
Is she pregnant ? A thought just came into my head.
What ?! No Way !
But her act.. that expression..
I let my eyes off from the scope with a full mind. Is she really pregnant ?
With almost like a reflex, I grab my wallet, phone, jacket, key, and helmet then go outside. Only when I have started my engine on, I get hesitated. Should I confront her ? But I really need to know the truth. I ride my motorcycle leaving my apartment building. What if you're not the father ? That thought makes me turn my motorcycle to the opposite direction of Jennifer's apartment.
With a pro-against battle in my mind, I finally arrive at Jennifer's apartment. Still hesitated, I walk to the front door.
"Good evening, Mr. Bennet," the front door man still recognizes me.
"Evening, Mike," I reply him.
"Are you here to see Miss McCourtney, Sir ?" Mike asks.
"Yes. She's in, right ?" I ask to confirm.
"Miss McCourtney just left, Sir. Not more than five minutes ago," Mike tells me.
"Oh.."
"She seems to be in a hurry," Mike adds.
I thank him before walk lifelessly back to my motor cycle. It is just meant to be. My brain tries to comfort me. I sit pensively on my motor cycle. Again, a battle is happening inside my brain. One side tells me to go home, while the other insists me to stay. Maybe she will be back soon. No way. She must be going to that Jeff guy to make out to him. She will not go to that guy. What if he is the father ?
One side of my brain is winning as I start my engine again. A phone ring halts me to put my helmet on. Having a call from unknown number is not strange thing for me. But not on my social-life phone. I keep all numbers given to me by people I met, even from my one night standers.
"Hello," I greet the caller.
"Where are you ?" Jen.
"..."
"Scott ?"
"Out... outside. Why ?" I ask.
"I'm at your apartment. Your front door said you are not living here any..."
"What ?? What are you.. I am at your apartment"
"Huh ? What are you doing at my apartment ?"
"I need to ask you something important. And you ?"
"I .. I need... your favor.."
"My favor ? Are you in trouble ?"
"No... Not really"
"Just stay right there. I will come to you." I say before ending the call and in rush riding my motor cycle.
I would like to go to my old apartment in fighter jet speed, but unfortunately, my motor cycle can not catch up the speed and instead just break down in the middle of the road. So, it is only after I put back my motor cycle to my garage, I can continue my journey, running in fighter jet speed, to meet Jennifer.
"Oh, Mr. Bennet, Sir. She decided to wait for you in front of your unit," the front door guy greets me and informs me at once.
"Thanks, Don," I murmur to him while stepping inside. As the elevator brings me closer to my apartment floor, I become more and more anxious, knowing I'm about to see her face to face again.
Once I walk on the corridor way, I see her. Standing with her back leaning on the wall near my door, she is biting her nail. I stop few steps before her. She turns her head, noticing my presence.
"Hi.." I murmur to her awkwardly.
"Hi.." she returns with the same awkwardness.
I step a foot closer to her. "Something's wrong ?" I ask.
"N.. No.."
"You said in the phone.."
"No.. I'm not in trouble. Sorry... I think... I think I made a mistake.."
I stand right in front of her and catch her upper arm. "Jen.. what is it ?"
She doesn't answer. Our eyes just gazing deep and long to one another. Unconsciously out bodies, even our faces are getting closer to each other.
"Scott.." Jen whispers without shifting her gaze from my eyes. I can feel her breathing, warm and slightly hasty.
"Yes.." I whisper back, captivating by her and the whole tingling and rushing sense I can feel inside me.
"Make love to me.."