I’d still get about fifty minutes of sleep before Billy
woke up.
“I promise I’ll be quick,” Drew said around kisses as he slipped my tank top down,
exposing one breast and starting to kiss and suck all around the full mound.
“Be careful, I might leak,” I warned him.
Since I was breast feeding, my boobs tended to leak at inappropriate times. Now would
be a really inappropriate time.
Drew immediately stopped, his mouth hovering over my nipple.
“This is a huge dilemma for me. I know I should back away since it’s like, our kid’s
food, but the pervert in me wants to go grab a bag of cookies and do this thing,”
he admitted.
“Don’t even think about it,” I told him, clutching onto his hair and pulling his head
back up to mine.
“Are you really going to let me stick my penis in you? Don’t tease me right now.
My heart can’t take it,” Drew said.
“Yes, go ahead. But seriously, make it quick. Billy will be up soon.”
Drew pushed himself off of me quickly and shoved his boxers down to his knees, lying
back down between my legs before I even blink.
“I’ll be quick, I promise. Time me,” Drew said as he pushes my underwear down my
hips and to my knees. I wiggled my legs to get them the rest of the way down, kicking
them off of my ankle when they reached that far.
“What was your dream about,” I asked him as he wraps his hand around his erection
and guides it toward me, running the tip through me and placing it at my opening.
“It was awful. Your vagina turned into a monster and it looked just like it did when
you were having Billy, except it had teeth and red, glowing eyes, and it wanted to
bite off my face, and it was so saggy and floppy and had all this extra skin hanging
around. It was so fucking scary,” he explained as he pushes just the tip of his penis
inside of me and groans.
I put my hand on his shoulders and pushed him up and away from me a little.
“Are you kidding right now or are you serious?”
He paused and a look of pain washed over his face when he realized I’m stopping him
from pushing in any further.
Drew had never been able to lie to me, even about little things. I knew that right
then he was wondering if he should really tell me the truth.
“Um, yes?”
I pushed on his shoulders as hard as I could.
“Are you serious with this right now? You’re having nightmares about my VAGINA?”
I yelled at him as he scrambled to get up on his knees, his penis sticking straight
out, pointing right at me.
“I’m sorry! I have no control over my dreams. It’s not my fault!” he argued.
“It is if you’re thinking about my vagina being floppy and saggy!” I yelled back,
digging under the sheet for my underwear and sliding them back on.
“No! Please! I need that!” Drew whined as I roll angrily away from him after I pulled
my underwear all the way up.
I felt the bed shift and the heat of his stomach against my back. He rested his chin
on my shoulder, and I was hoping he was coming up with a really good apology for this
crap.
“Can I just stick the tip back in?” he whispered against my ear. “If your vagina
is still sore, we could just do anal. That would be awesome, right?”
I had shoved my elbow back and into his stomach as hard as I could. While he was
moaning and whimpering like a baby next to me in bed, our REAL baby had started crying
over the monitor.
That episode was six weeks ago and Drew hasn’t even attempted to try and have sex
with me since then. Well, aside from the sex swing I guess. I’ve forgiven him for
his stupidity because, well, he’s a guy and guys are stupid. But I’m still not really
in the mood for sex, which brings us back to the lesson Liz and Claire are trying
to teach me.
“You don’t want Drew to think you don’t want him. Hence the phrase, ‘fake it till
you make it.’ If you start off faking that
woke up.
“I promise I’ll be quick,” Drew said around kisses as he slipped my tank top down,
exposing one breast and starting to kiss and suck all around the full mound.
“Be careful, I might leak,” I warned him.
Since I was breast feeding, my boobs tended to leak at inappropriate times. Now would
be a really inappropriate time.
Drew immediately stopped, his mouth hovering over my nipple.
“This is a huge dilemma for me. I know I should back away since it’s like, our kid’s
food, but the pervert in me wants to go grab a bag of cookies and do this thing,”
he admitted.
“Don’t even think about it,” I told him, clutching onto his hair and pulling his head
back up to mine.
“Are you really going to let me stick my penis in you? Don’t tease me right now.
My heart can’t take it,” Drew said.
“Yes, go ahead. But seriously, make it quick. Billy will be up soon.”
Drew pushed himself off of me quickly and shoved his boxers down to his knees, lying
back down between my legs before I even blink.
“I’ll be quick, I promise. Time me,” Drew said as he pushes my underwear down my
hips and to my knees. I wiggled my legs to get them the rest of the way down, kicking
them off of my ankle when they reached that far.
“What was your dream about,” I asked him as he wraps his hand around his erection
and guides it toward me, running the tip through me and placing it at my opening.
“It was awful. Your vagina turned into a monster and it looked just like it did when
you were having Billy, except it had teeth and red, glowing eyes, and it wanted to
bite off my face, and it was so saggy and floppy and had all this extra skin hanging
around. It was so fucking scary,” he explained as he pushes just the tip of his penis
inside of me and groans.
I put my hand on his shoulders and pushed him up and away from me a little.
“Are you kidding right now or are you serious?”
He paused and a look of pain washed over his face when he realized I’m stopping him
from pushing in any further.
Drew had never been able to lie to me, even about little things. I knew that right
then he was wondering if he should really tell me the truth.
“Um, yes?”
I pushed on his shoulders as hard as I could.
“Are you serious with this right now? You’re having nightmares about my VAGINA?”
I yelled at him as he scrambled to get up on his knees, his penis sticking straight
out, pointing right at me.
“I’m sorry! I have no control over my dreams. It’s not my fault!” he argued.
“It is if you’re thinking about my vagina being floppy and saggy!” I yelled back,
digging under the sheet for my underwear and sliding them back on.
“No! Please! I need that!” Drew whined as I roll angrily away from him after I pulled
my underwear all the way up.
I felt the bed shift and the heat of his stomach against my back. He rested his chin
on my shoulder, and I was hoping he was coming up with a really good apology for this
crap.
“Can I just stick the tip back in?” he whispered against my ear. “If your vagina
is still sore, we could just do anal. That would be awesome, right?”
I had shoved my elbow back and into his stomach as hard as I could. While he was
moaning and whimpering like a baby next to me in bed, our REAL baby had started crying
over the monitor.
That episode was six weeks ago and Drew hasn’t even attempted to try and have sex
with me since then. Well, aside from the sex swing I guess. I’ve forgiven him for
his stupidity because, well, he’s a guy and guys are stupid. But I’m still not really
in the mood for sex, which brings us back to the lesson Liz and Claire are trying
to teach me.
“You don’t want Drew to think you don’t want him. Hence the phrase, ‘fake it till
you make it.’ If you start off faking that
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