The Cam Girl

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Prologue

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Mackenzie cursed under her breath. The rain had soaked her feet as well as the lower part of her stockings. She put away her flimsy umbrella and went to the ticket machine.

The station was very busy, as morning rush hour was upon her. Most people barely gave anyone or anything a second glance, as they went about their business. A group of school boys were the exception, failing to be even remotely subtle as they ogled her.

Dream on. Mackenzie thought, sighing. She knew why they were staring at her, but chose to ignore it as she did whenever it happened. Her clothes always did that.

Getting her ticket from the machine, Mackenzie stated to descend the steps that led to where the barriers were. She queued up behind a man wearing a suit. He was completely drenched from top to bottom, his curly hair dripping onto his suit jacket. Well, I could be worse off, then… Mackenzie reflected, suddenly thankful for her flimsy umbrella.

The soaked man passed the gates, as did Mackenzie shortly after. They were both headed for the same platform.

Mackenzie seated herself, waiting for the train to arrive. By the corner of her eye she could still see the school boys talking excitedly amongst themselves, even pointing at her, from across the tracks. Oh, for fuck’s sake!

She turned her head away from the pathetic display. To her left were the stairs she’d come from. Quite a few people were still descending towards the platform, however what caught Mackenzie’s eye was an old lay at the top of the stairs, with two heavy looking bags on either hand. She appeared to handle them well enough but she needed to help herself up with one hand, forcing her to try and lift the two bags with only one hand, which was proving to be impossible.

No one helped her.

Just as Mackenzie began to lift herself to go and assist her, the soaked man passed right in front of her. He went up the stairs and exchanged a few words with the old woman, who nodded gratefully. He turned himself around, grabbing both bags as he accompanied her pace down the stairs.

As he did so, Mackenzie got to look at him for the very first time. He was a tall young man with slightly tanned skin. His face looked as if it had been chiselled for hours, his jaw line well defined, his cheek bones protuberant. And as the old lady told him something during their descent, his face showed nothing but a permanent pleasant smile.

The train arrived. Mackenzie felt quite self-conscious as she followed the two people she’d been snooping on.

‘You don’t have to carry all of them, dear.’ The old lady told him.

‘It’s nothing. Do you have someone to help you with taking this home?’

Despite his best efforts to hide it, he couldn’t quite conceal that English wasn’t his first language. Italian, she guessed. She sat down in one of the chairs of the carriage, keeping an eye on the two of them standing next to the door with the bags near their feet.

‘My son is waiting for me at the station I’m getting off at, don’t worry.’ She assured him. ‘Where in Italy are you from?’

‘The accent?’ He asked her, looking disappointed in himself for not hiding it better.

‘The accent.’

‘How do you know I’m not just a son of immigrants?’ He asked, amused.

‘Most people that are exaggerate their accent, they don’t hide it. And no one from these parts helps out an old hag like me.’

He blushed before replying.

‘I came from a small community near Naples.’

‘Beautiful place, I went there on my honeymoon.’

They exchanged a few more pleasantries until the old lady left at her stop. The man leaned back against the subway’s wall, running a hand through his moist hair. When he leaned, his white shirt tightened against his body, revealing a very broad and toned torso. Up close now, Mackenzie could see the sawdust like stubble, as well as the brown fading into green in his eyes.

Mackenzie found herself licking her lips.

She managed to stop doing so, but not from looking his way.

As the next stop was reached, the train slowed down, and the man looked back at her. Blushing, Mackenzie looked away quickly. She waited a moment before looking again. He hadn’t looked away either, making her feel like a creep. He smiled, though. He flashed her with a dazzling sweet smile that seemed to suit his face. Mackenzie felt herself return the smile.

The doors opened and, still with a half-smile, the gorgeous figure turned, exiting the train. It started moving again and Mackenzie sighed, unsure of what that had been about.

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Part 1 of 4 | “All the other colours are just colours, but purple seems to have a soul – when you look at it, it’s looking back at you.” |

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Jarno ducked quickly beneath a building balcony, as the skies began to water again. “Goddamnit!” His watch showed him it was 7:30 PM. A few passers-by opened their umbrellas and continued their paths, not noticing or caring about his annoyance.

It had been a long, tiring day. Meetings and interviews had maintained him occupied throughout. All he wanted was a hot shower and a good night’s sleep back at his hotel room. The downpour that had soaked him during the early hours of the morning did nothing to improve the outlook of a very boring day.

His clothes had dried, but the late afternoon rain was looking as though it wanted him wet again. Jarno wondered if it would be best to make a run for it or just attempt to wait it out until the rain went away.

‘Today is just not your lucky day, is it?’

The voice came from underneath one of the umbrellas, whose carrier had stopped just in front of him. Jarno recognized her instantly. It was the girl from the subway. Of course he’d recognized her instantly. She was shorter than him, her eyes level with his shoulders. Her clothing choices were a bit bold, a low cut white vest covered by a blue shirt (which highlighted her large breasts), a patterned above-the-knee skirt, as well as some black stockings. It was odd, yet strangely alluring.

Her most noticeable feature, though, was the purple hair. It was a deep dark purple, reaching below her shoulders. And now that he was close to her, Jarno realised her eyes were dark blue and had only seemed purple due to the combination with her hair.

‘It’s still an ongoing experience…’ Jarno replied, friendly.

‘Well, you are getting wet again, here.’ She said, failing to hide her amusement.

‘Your concern is touching.’

She shrugged with a sideways smirk. God, she looked adorable!

‘They don’t call me a people person for nothing…’

‘Who calls you a people person?’

‘Uh, people.’

‘But of course.’ Jarno conceded with a mock bow.

Fidgeting with the umbrella between her fingers, she appeared to have decided to make him beg for it.

‘Where are you heading to?’ He asked her, conceding.

‘Home.’

Jarno snorted, closing his eyes momentarily. When he reopened them, she was smiling innocently.

‘People person, was it?’

‘Yep.’

‘Anyway, would you happen to be going anywhere near the Hilton?’

‘Not really.’ She replied, leaving him not knowing how to respond for a beat. ‘But, uh, if you wanted to kill some time, I may help you with that.’

‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Want to go for a walk?’

Jarno thought about it for a few seconds. His desire for a bath and some sleep had been very quickly overshadowed by the desire to be around the force of cuteness and awkward humour that was this purple haired girl.

‘I’d love to.’

He got underneath her umbrella, having to lower himself to her height so that they were both covered from the rain. He also placed his arm around her shoulders to balance himself. Well, he’d also wanted to do it to be close to her, but since that sounded a little creepy even to himself, he would pick the first reason if she asked. She didn’t though, but smiled knowingly at him.

‘Thanks for the lift.’ He said, as they started to walk through the crowds of people. ‘I’m Jarno.’ He pronounced it as it was meant to be, “Yarno”.

‘Don’t mention it. Nice to meet you, name’s Mackenzie.’

‘Mackenzie?’ Jarno tested the name. As he suspected, the pronunciation wasn’t too good and she laughed.

‘Sorry, you probably hate having people do that…’

He did, but he felt there was very little Mackenzie could do to make him stop smirking at her.

‘Don’t worry about it.’

‘You can just call me Mac, if you prefer.’

‘I’ll try to keep practicing Mackenzie.’

‘So, where are you from?’ She asked.

‘Italy. And you?’

As soon as he had said it he felt like an idiot. Obviously from here, you idiot…

‘It’s not that obvious, actually.’ Mackenzie laughed, understanding his mistake. ‘I’m from Toronto.’

‘Canada?’

‘That’s right. I’ve been living here for almost seven years.’

‘Was it difficult moving here?’ Jarno asked, interested. Her voice was soft and smooth, and he was enjoying listening to her speak about herself.

‘At first. I came alone, so it was a bit lonely at the beginning, but I’ve made a few good friends.’

‘Sounds like you enjoy living here…’

‘I do. This is home for me now.’ Mackenzie said, whilst guiding them across a zebra walkway, before looking at him. ‘Do you have anywhere to be, or can I get you for myself for a while to grab a bite?’

He looked back into her eyes, feeling as if he would do anything to be around her for as long as he could.

‘Not really. I’m yours for the next couple of hours.’

Mackenzie seemed amused by something.

‘This way.’ She said in a slightly raspy voice.

Leading the way, Mackenzie guided Jarno through the streets, edging away from the main street they were on to more secondary ones, through a path she seemed familiar with. It wasn’t too long of a walk, despite being forced to wobble together slowly under the umbrella.

‘Over there.’ Mackenzie pointed towards a small corner diner. It was a cosy little place that reminded him of something off a stereotypical American movie. “Mike’s Diner” was what the sign above it flashed, as the night descended on them.

They got away from the downpour by entering through the door. As Mackenzie closed her umbrella, Jarno looked around. The place had a rustic, old school feel to it, with all the American movie style of furniture, just as he suspected when viewing it from the outside. It was also quite close to a full house.

Mackenzie had identified a vacant table and guided him to it. They sat down at their booth, Jarno looking around in wonder.

‘What do you think?’ Mackenzie asked, smirking.

‘It’s pretty awesome, not gonna lie…’ Jarno confessed.

‘Looks like I got you a new regular, Mike!’ She beamed at a middle-aged man passing by. He was quite obese. Well, that would be understating it. He was the fattest person he’d ever seen, with more double-chins than he could count, and neatly cropped blonde hair.

‘You shall forever have my gratitude, honey.’ He said, stopping with a notepad and a pen in front of their booth.

‘Don’t tell me I’m getting the privilege of being served by the boss himself?’ Mackenzie asked him, with a playful look on her face.

‘I saw you get in and just had to come serve my best customer. And I also saw that hand there, fella!’ The man pointed at Jarno with the pen. ‘One complaint from the lady and they’ll never find your body.’

Jarno felt himself blush at being called out, but eased again as he noticed Mackenzie was looking at him with an amused expression.

‘Yes, sir.’ He said.

Mike laughed loudly.

‘Hey Robbie! Ya hear that? I’m a sir, now!’

Someone behind the counter shouted: ‘I’ll greet you as Sir Porkshop from now on!’

‘We’ve been over this, Robbie: it’s either Sir Fat Ass or nothin’! He turned back to Mackenzie. ‘What’s the order then, for you and pretty boy here?’

‘Mike, I want you to give us the greasiest, biggest, most likely to shorten our lifespans considerably, burgers that you’ve got.’

‘So, the usual?’

‘Are you questioning my life choices?’

‘Will you be wanting large fries with that?’ Mike asked, still not prying his eyes away from the pad he was writing on.

‘Do you really need to ask that?’ Jarno put in, trying to keep a straight face.

The large man shot him a quick look, before telling Mackenzie: ‘He’s gotten himself a point.’ He started to leave but first gave him a rough pat on the shoulder. ‘Still on the negatives though, pretty boy.’

After he left, Jarno could tell Mackenzie was enjoying the show.

‘I think you’ve passed the test.’ She said, her hands up her sleeves next to her face which hung sideways. It was her cutest pose yet, which was saying something.

Still on the negatives apparently.’ He managed to say in a normal voice.

‘I never said it was his test.’

He didn’t know what to respond to that, and, not wanting to blush yet again in front of her, Jarno changed the subject.

‘This seems like a friendly place.’

‘It is.’ She smiled genuinely, looking around. ‘When I got here I didn’t really have anyone, and Mike helped me out. I would have been very hungry in those first weeks if it wasn’t for him.’

‘Why did you move here?’ Jarno asked. What had been the motives behind her going here if it had been so difficult at first?

‘My parents kicked me out.’ Mackenzie curtly said, a shadow passing across her face.

Regretting asking it instantly, Jarno squeezed her hand to comfort her.

‘I’m sorry I asked.’

‘It’s not your fault I have assholes for parents. It’s okay.’

Mackenzie closed her fingers around his hand, a smile making its way back onto her features. Once more, Jarno felt slightly overwhelmed by her beauty. It was the eyes, he thought. He felt a strange serenity transmitted by the two dark blue dots in front of him.

Their food arrived just then. Mike gave him a glance but said nothing as he placed their orders in front of them. Mackenzie hadn’t been lying about the burgers in her order description: they were both disgusting and delicious looking at the same time. He took a bite.

‘What’s the verdict?’ She asked him, as she bit down on her own burger.

Jarno made a show of chewing, carefully placing his food back down on his plate, before looking at her with a neutral expression.

‘I can almost feel my lifespan shortened by a few months with the first bite.’

‘That’s how you know it’s good!’ Mackenzie laughed, reaching over for two fries. ‘Now, come on! I’ve told you my life story leading up to here. Now it’s your turn…’

‘Alright.’ He considered how to begin. ‘Well, I was born in the middle of a very pretty nowhere in Italy. It was a cool place to grow up in, but since I was fifteen I’ve been living in the UK for my job.’

‘What’s your job?’

‘I, uh…’

‘What?’ Mackenzie was intrigued by his hesitation.

‘I’d rather not say.’ He muttered apologetically.

She leaned forward.

‘Are you a hitman?’ Mackenzie laughed, making him chuckle as well. ‘Crack dealer? Professional thief? Come on, dude, give me something…’

‘Yeah, yeah… Very amusing. It’s not that it’s bad, it’s just that you’ll treat me differently, maybe. And I’m enjoying you at ease and natural for now…’ Jarno admitted.

‘Are you?’ She asked mischievously. ‘Are you enjoying me?’

‘Yes. Are you enjoying me?’

‘Yes.’

The simple word made him feel lighter.

‘Would you mind if I didn’t say what I do, either?’ She continued after a pause.

‘Why?’

‘It’s like it is with you: it’s not bad, I’m just not sure if you’ll treat me the same after you know…’

Jarno wondered what she could possibly fear from her secret, feeling curiosity fill him. Then he realised those were probably the same feelings that had gone through Mackenzie’s head about him, which made him feel slightly hypocritical.

‘Okay.’ He simply said. ‘There is something I need to ask you, though, and if you say no it will seriously scar my opinion of you.’

Mackenzie looked puzzled. Jarno signalled her to lean forwards, as he did the same.

He whispered: ‘Do you like Tarantino movies?’

Her unrestrained laughter was one of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard in his life.

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‘No way!’

‘I’m telling you.’

‘How can you think the first season of Digimon was better than the second?’ Mackenzie asked.

They were walking from Mike’s Diner back to her house, as Jarno had insisted on making sure she got home well. The rain had stopped whilst they were having dinner.

‘It had the original characters!’ Jarno replied.

‘The second had the original and new ones…’

‘Alright, this will convince you: I watched the second one in English but the first in Italian.’

‘Sounds promising… Go on.’ She commented, as she walked next to him.

‘In the Italian version they obviously recorded the lines with every actor during a few days, getting all the material they needed. And afterwards, they realised there were a few lines missing.’ He shot her a glance.

‘Oh dear…’

‘There is one particularly memorable scene in which an eight-year-old boy suddenly goes through puberty and his voice goes all Tommy Lee Jones for a line before instantly returning to its normal high pitched self.’

Mackenzie giggled, stopping on her tracks. Jarno realised they were next to a building doorway, meaning they were probably at her place, and so stopped as well.

‘That does sound better than the version I saw… You’ll have to show it to me.’

‘You got it.’ He smiled.

They stared at each other for a moment.

‘So, did you enjoy not getting wet?’ She asked.

‘I did. I was looking forward to not getting wet again sometime soon.’

‘Well, they predict better weather for the coming days…’ Mackenzie flashed her trademark sideways smirk, which indicated she wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

He put his hands inside his pockets, knowing it made his shirt tighten around his well-defined six pack. It made him feel vain, but he noticed her shift her eyes there quickly.

‘I’m rubbish at this, but I’m trying to ask you on a date.’

‘”Rubbish”?’ Mackenzie smirked.

‘I’ve been in England for five years, shut up.’ He replied good-naturedly.

The sentence was barely out of his mouth, before hers was on his. He felt one of her hands in his hair, pulling him to her. Mackenzie kissed him with enthusiasm, parting his lips with her tongue. Jarno was about to take his hands off his pockets and grab hold of her, when she let go of his lips.

Opening his eyes again, Jarno saw her beautiful blue eyes inches away from his, her nose grazing his. There was determination all over her face.

‘We’ve already been on a date, just now.’ Mackenzie informed him, with a whisper. ‘That was how you asked for a second.’ He felt her place a piece of paper in his pocket next to his hand. Then she stepped back, and turned her back to him, walking home.

Feeling himself open-mouthed, Jarno closed it and realised the paper had her phone number.

‘I’ll call you.’ He managed to gasp out.

‘You better.’ She replied, not looking back. Jarno noticed her amused tone, though, just as the entrance door to her building shut behind her.

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Despite his best efforts, Jarno couldn’t wait too long before calling her. Not only was he in the US for a limited time, but he thought that playing difficult to get was a terrible idea, especially since it was perfectly obvious that Mackenzie knew he was interested in her.

So, less than twenty-four hours after Mackenzie had kissed him next to her door step, she received a phone call.

They arranged to take a sightseeing trip around the city, Mackenzie serving as a makeshift tour guide for him as they wandered through places she knew to be of interest. There were moments when they would pass by locations she clearly had no back story for, but that didn’t stop her from getting around the issue.
‘This is a very historically memorable place.’ Mackenzie told him, for the third time that day, as they passed a square with a monument in the centre for the third time.

‘What is the back story to this one?’ Jarno asked, looking forward to see what the explanation would be this time.

‘Well, uh, this was where the Battle of Little Budapest took place.’

‘The Battle of Little Budapest?’

‘Yes, you see,’ She started, apparently satisfied with the back story she was about to present. ‘in 1745 the Hungarians and Slovaks were upset with each other and decided to settle their differences by battling in the New World, thus avoiding the destruction of their home soil.’

‘A particularly impressive feat when you consider that neither country existed in 1745…’

‘Hey, don’t destroy my story with all this talk of facts and making sense!’

‘I’m sorry, you’re right. So, who won that great Battle of Little Budapest?’

‘It was a long and destructive battle.’ Mackenzie pressed on. ‘But eventually the American natives got upset at these European powers squabbling on their land, and so they were the actual winners because they got in when the other two were tired.’

Their casual stroll ended up taking them towards a quiet park on the city centre where they found a great spot to lie down on the grass, right next to the shore of a small pond. Jarno loved these sorts of moods, just lying down with only the sound of the water in his ears.

The sound of water and the sound of Mackenzie’s voice, of course. They were next to each other, both with an arm under their heads as they looked at the surprisingly blue sky.

‘Okay, now that I’ve done my job as tour guide, it’s your turn.’ She said, after they enjoyed their surroundings for a bit.

‘My turn for what?’

‘To share.’

‘Share what, exactly?’

‘Stuff from your end of the world.’

Jarno smiled, still looking at the blue sky.

‘What do you want to know?’ He asked.

‘Let’s do this by parts, then. First up, why do you care so much about soccer?’

‘It’s a really entertaining sport…’

‘Yes, with its 0-0 results…’ Mackenzie remarked.

‘I’ve seen 0-0 draws that were way more entertaining than your Super Bowl finals.’

‘Blasphemy.’

‘It’s not our fault you guys have the attention span of an excited dog unless there’s a point scored every five seconds… And there’s also the World Cup.’ Jarno turned to his side, looking at her.

Focusing on the conversation would prove much more difficult now, he was sure. Mackenzie was dressed casually, with faded jeans and a very loose fitting a grey top. Her purple hair cascaded behind her head, as she lay face up with her eyes closed, letting the sunlight bathe her skin.

‘Oh yeah, that thing we pretend to care about every four years but never win… Anyway, what about that dance thing you guys have once a year, full of weirdoes?’

‘The dance thi- Ah, the Eurovision!’ Jarno laughed. ‘Basically each European country selects a song to play and we vote on them afterwards… There are usually some “wacky” songs there.’ He conceded.

‘I’ve seen the videos.’ Mackenzie said, turning to face him. Her eyes seemed more alluring than ever. ‘”Wacky” doesn’t even begin to describe them…’

‘It’s part of the charm of it. The best part of any Eurovision event is the really weird songs. Sometimes they even do well. My first time watching it was when Finland won, and it was beyond epic.’

‘What happened?’

‘I was 11 or 12, and a group of grown-ass men dressed like demons sang “Hard Rock Hallelujah”… Do I need to say more?’

‘Oh yes, that does sound good!’ She laughed, pulling a few strands of her hair back with her hand.

‘And then we get to the voting process, and everyone gets a little mad, because Armenia votes for Azerbaijan, and Azerbaijan votes for Georgia, and Georgia votes for Russia, and Russia votes for Estonia, and Estonia votes for Latvia, and Latvia votes for Lithuania…’ Jarno said, watching Mackenzie’s amused smile become bigger with each passing country.

‘So why do you watch it?’

‘Because we watch all this, proclaim that the Eurovision isn’t what it used to be, but then a new edition comes and everyone believes this is the year for us to win it, and we restart the whole process again every time.’ He explained with a mock serious tone.

Mackenzie giggled, and once the sweet sound reached his ears, Jarno couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and gently pressing his lips to hers. Just like before, he felt the softness of her lips more than any other feeling. Unlike before, though, Mackenzie didn’t rush it, merely following his lead and melting into him.

The kiss developed, as they now used their tongues. It was still very subdued, though, more caring than needful, their movements smooth. Jarno felt the sweet taste of Mackenzie on his tongue, and felt as if he would be hard pressed to find anything that was better flavoured.

Nevertheless, he had to come back up for a proper breath of fresh air, nearly forgetting to breathe in his excitement. Mackenzie appeared to have the same issue, gasping for breath as well, once the kiss ended.

They stared at each other, and Jarno felt warmth wash all over him as Mackenzie flashed him her beautiful smile. Just as quickly as it came it disappeared, replaced by a frown.

‘What’s wrong?’ Jarno asked, concerned.

‘Nothing’s wrong, I just…’ Mackenzie replied, sighing. ‘I’m not sure this is what you want.’

Jarno studied her face, silently asking her to elaborate.

‘You’re the deep and meaningful kind of guy.’ She finally told him.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ He questioned her, more intrigued than offended, truth be told.

‘That despite how hard you’re trying to be impulsive and carefree, you’re not quite as convincing as you think.’

‘I thought I was making a good impression.’

‘You are. But I won’t. You think that deep down I’m going to be just as deep and meaningful as you, and in the end you will be disappointed.’

‘What if I’ve actually seen through that? What if I know that’s not you but still want you all the same?’ He questioned, turning the tables on her.

‘So, following that logic, you want me because I’m a slut?’ Mackenzie asked, raising an eyebrow. She did it in such a way he couldn’t tell if she was upset.

‘You’re not a slut.’

‘I’m not romantic and I’m certainly not a virgin. Aren’t you wondering how many people I’ve been with?’

‘Five, seventeen, fifty-five… I don’t care. I just think you’re weird and pretty hot.’ Jarno said, truthfully.

That took her aback, her eyes widening.

‘Good answer. If I didn’t know you were all deep and meaningful, I would have thought you were just trying to get in my pants!’ She laughed.

Jarno smiled. He was getting addicted to her laugh, he realised. It seemed to be the expression that made her face be at its most gorgeous.

‘Are you free tomorrow night?’ Mackenzie asked, after her laughter subsided.

‘I am. What do you have in mind?’

‘Dinner, at my place. You bring some take-out. And… we’ll both tell each other about our jobs.’

Surprised by her decision, Jarno considered it for a moment. It clearly meant a lot to Mackenzie for him to know about what she did before things went further, just like it had meant a lot for her to check if he knew she didn’t share his more romantic nature. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. I’ll have to tell her about mine. But I think I trust her enough to tell…

‘Deal.’

‘Deal.’ Mackenzie repeated, looking relieved at his acceptance. She started getting up. ‘Now, come on, get up. There’s another marker of the battle of the Hungarians and Slovenians over that way.’

‘Slovaks.’ He replied, getting up and following her.

‘What?’

‘The Battle of Little Budapest, according to you a few minutes ago, involved the Slovaks, not the Slovenians.’

Walking by his side, she looked at him amused.

‘A guy that actually listens to my incoherent gibberish… I’m kind of impressed. I don’t even pay attention to what I say, never mind someone else.’

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Knocking on Mackenzie’s door, Jarno waited nervously. There was the sound of someone making their way towards the door. As it opened, he saw that it wasn’t Mackenzie.

The two girls matched in height, but that was where comparisons ended. Whilst Mackenzie had a big bosom and a curvy body, this girl was thin as a stick, with quite small breasts. Her top didn’t cover her stomach, where Jarno could see the outline of a six pack and a piercing on her bellybutton. Blonde hair just about failed to reach her shoulders.

She was very hot, yet Jarno felt there was a much bigger allure to Mackenzie.

‘Why, hello there…’ The blonde girl greeted him, leaning against the door with a sultry gaze.

Now, even though he knew Mackenzie had a much bigger allure, Jarno wasn’t completely immune to her.

‘Uh… hi. I’m looking for Mackenzie.’

‘That would be me.’ She lied, with a mischievous grin.

‘He’s met me before, doofus!’ Came Mackenzie’s voice from somewhere inside the house.

‘Well, you can’t blame a girl for trying!’ She called back. ‘So, ridiculously hot, European and bringing food. Now, I see why you’re in such a hurry to get me out of the house.’

‘Hailey…’ Mackenzie warned her, appearing behind her.

‘Don’t worry your pretty head about it, I get it, I’m going.’

She did start to leave, shooting Jarno a sideways smirk, before giving him a playful slap on his butt. ‘You kids play nice, now…’ Hailey called as she started to descend the stairs.

Turning back towards the woman he was actually visiting, Jarno commented.

‘She’s subtle.’

The last word barely got out when he saw what Mackenzie was wearing.

‘Yeah, subtle would be the word. What?’

‘You look beautiful.’

Her blush was the only response. She was wearing a white and blue patterned strapless dress, which gave him a great amount of cleavage to view, and ended just a few inches above her knees. Her lower left leg had a tattoo which showed a few mock-slashes, as if done by claws, making it seem like blue fish scales were underneath Mackenzie’s skin.

Also, she was barefoot, which made him think of some sort of lake fairy.

‘Come on in.’ She whispered to him.

It was a cosy apartment. The entrance led to the living room. It had a nice sitting area next to a tall window, with two comfy couches pointed at a TV set. The kitchen was to the left and on the far left he could see the doors to two bedrooms.

Mackenzie had prepared the area around the couch for their dinner, as they both sat down facing each other, the lower part of her dress rising and exposing a larger “slash” tattoo where the mermaid-like scales were even larger on the top of her right thigh. She opened the contents of the bag Jarno had brought on the coffee table.

‘Chinese?’ The purple haired girl commented, surprised. ‘I was kind of expecting you to bring pizza…’

‘Racist.’ Jarno replied, in a tone of mock indignation, making her laugh.

They chatted freely. Apparently, Hailey was Mackenzie’s roommate for about six years. They were best friends, who’d been lucky to find someone trustworthy to share an apartment with.

As their food quickly disappeared and the wine was slushed down, Mackenzie started to get visibly nervous. Jarno understood completely, as he felt the same way as well.

‘Well, I guess we can’t post-pone it now…’ She whispered.

He took hold of her hand gently, caressing it.

‘Hey, I’ve had the pleasure of listening to the weird things you can come up with the last two days. I really like you, and I doubt there’s anything that can change my mind.’ She looked genuinely moved. ‘Besides, I have an idea of how to make this easier.’

‘What?’

Reaching into the back pocket of his trousers, he got a notepad and a small pen. Mackenzie eyed him curiously as he wrote something down on one of the pages, before ripping it from the note block and bending it on itself. Then he handed the block and the pen to her, much to her confusion.

With the folded paper between his fingers, he put them at her eye level.

‘I wrote my job in this piece of paper.’ Jarno told her, watching understanding reach her eyes. ‘Do the same in your piece of paper, fold it, and then we’ll switch papers at the same time.’

Without looking away from him, she did as he asked, putting the items he’d given her on the coffee table when it was done. They were now only holding their respective papers. Jarno handed her his. She took it, but hesitated before handing hers. Gently, he took her hand in his and smiled reassuringly. He felt her fingers open up and her paper being deposited in his.

‘In 3…’ He said.

‘2…’ Mackenzie replied.

‘1.’ They said together, and unfolded their respective secrets.

Jarno read what had been written in Mackenzie’s loose handwriting. He wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at, though.

Mackenzie laughed.

‘Seriously?’ She asked him. ‘Racing driver?’

‘Yeah…’ He muttered apologetically.

‘Why didn’t you want to say? What’s so bad about that?’

‘During the past few years I’ve become sort of known, and uh… There are few things as bad as people constantly kissing your ass. Trying to impress you. Trying to become your friend, just so that they can say they’re your friend.’ He sighed. ‘I liked you with your weird sense of humour and how little you cared about impressing me.’

She had her mouth slightly parted, surprised by his confession. There was nervousness too.

‘Now it’s my turn, I guess.’ She said, running a hand through her purple hair.

‘I’m going to be honest, I don’t actually know what this means…’

‘Oh…’

‘What do you mean with being a “Cam Girl”?’

Swallowing hard, Mackenzie looked down for a moment, before gathering up the courage to continue.

‘As a “Cam Girl”, I go online and I strip naked for an audience. They pay tips and I give them “rewards” like sucking on dildo, using a specific butt plug or cumming.’

Jarno digested it for a moment.

‘Do you like doing it?’

‘Yes.’

‘What do you like about doing it?’

‘I… like the idea of exposing myself to someone I don’t know. That this stranger is getting pleasure from seeing me. That I can tease and seduce him without this person ever managing to actually have me. It’s empowering, in a way. I’m doing exactly what I want with my body and I’m exploring my sexuality in a way that a lot of prudes would hate.’

‘Is this why your parents kicked you out?’ Jarno asked her, connecting the dots.

‘Yeah… I was doing it for a few months when my mom spied on my computer when I wasn’t home and found some of my cam girl stuff. We had a fight and she had these demands of what her daughter should behave like and I told her to take a hike.’ Mackenzie said, the note of sadness at the memory plain to hear. ‘I had a friend who was renting a place back here and I took a chance. Like I told you, it wasn’t easy at first, but I managed.’

In the wake of their mutual discovery of the other’s secret, they were silent for a little while, processing it.

‘So,’ Mackenzie spoke first. ‘what are you thinking?’

Jarno observed her attentively. Her brow was furrowed, as she waited to find out his reaction. It was completely obvious to him that the girl in front of him was apprehensive about his reaction and he could understand why. Most guys would have reacted angrily or even have been disgusted at her. In fact, it was likely that Mackenzie had faced some of those types of guys, since he recalled her saying she preferred to get it out of the way quickly as a general rule.

Since he prided himself of not being like most other guys, Jarno knew he didn’t feel like that. But he genuinely didn’t know what to make of it. He’d never been with a woman quite so easy-going about her sexuality, and he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad that that excited him somewhat.

‘I’m thinking this is something that’s become an issue in your relationships.’

‘Yeah…’ She agreed, looking concerned with where the conversation was going.

That’s when it hit him. The thought of this incredible girl being kicked out of her own house, with enough difficulties to grant her the need to depend on the kindness of a diner owner, just because of being judged for exploring her sexuality in the way she wanted, made him feel sad for her.

And for once he knew exactly what to do next. Grabbing her face with both hands, Jarno kissed Mackenzie.

She let out a surprised whimper and took a few seconds before she responded. Pulling back, Jarno kept his hands stroking her cheeks until she reopened her eyes.

‘Ever since I saw you on that subway station, I’ve wanted to kiss you.’ He whispered, never breaking eye contact with her beautiful blue gaze. ‘And everything you’ve said and done since has only made me want to be around you even more. This secret doesn’t change that.’

There was a quick succession of images on Mackenzie’s face. Surprise turned into delight, and just as quickly turned into the feral determination. Before he had time to process these changes, she pounced on him, smashing her lips against his and clawing at his hair with her fingers.

Her tongue made its way inside his mouth, and Jarno was quick to react, letting his body go into autopilot, as he pressed the beautiful girl to his body using his arms on her lower back. Mackenzie had her knees on the couch whilst he was sitting, which meant she was standing higher than him, her hair cascading down to cover their faces.

The small hands that were in his hair switched to unbutton his shirt with haste. As soon as his torso was exposed, Mackenzie made a point of flattening her hand against his muscled abdomen. Jarno felt her moan against his mouth. Then he was pushed back onto the couch armrest.

‘Hey!’ He complained, fearing he’d fallen off for a moment.

Mackenzie just grinned mischievously. Never looking away from him, she removed his shoes and socks, before pulling on his pants. Then, in one swift movement, she uncovered his penis by pulling his briefs down. They both gasped, due to the sheer excitement they were feeling.

Jarno could see the young woman lick her lips hungrily whilst looking at his stiff member, before going on all fours in front of it. The view of her heart shaped butt covered by her dress, as well as the ample cleavage and her piercing gaze, coupled with Mackenzie’s hot breath over his cock nearly made Jarno come there and then.

It didn’t improve when, with sensual slowness, Mackenzie stuck out her tongue and ran it from the base of his cock up to the tip. Jarno tensed up completely during the travel of her tongue, before moaning audibly when she finished with a flick. All the while, she was smiling up at him.

‘You’re incredible…’ He sighed, looking at her in wonder.

‘Not so bad yourself, mister.’ She replied.

About to ask her to see her naked, Jarno cried out instead as Mackenzie opened wide and took the head of his penis inside her mouth, sucking hard before letting it pop out again. Grabbing hold of the base of it, she went down on it again, bobbing a few times before going back up again.

‘Yummy…’ The beautiful girl told him, before rubbing his stiff cock against her cheek with a sigh.

The sight of Mackenzie rubbing her own face with his sticky penis, whilst leaving a few quick kisses on it, was inflaming him to an extent he couldn’t believe to be possible. He’d wanted to have her to himself for quite some time, he realized, and now she was very willingly giving him the blowjob of his life with a look of sweet innocence on her face.

Her lips wrapped around his shaft again and Mackenzie caressed Jarno’s hard flesh with her wet tongue, never looking away from him. It was getting really intense and his eyes started to wander towards her glorious backside which moved up and down with her movements on his dick.
‘You are so good at this…’ He told her.

Mackenzie slipped his cock from her mouth, and ran her tongue down his shaft before licking his balls. She took them in her mouth and used her hand to stroke his shaft. Using a swirling motion on his testicles, she continued to tease him, before letting go of them with a light “pop”.

‘I know.’ She said.

Then, she hovered just above his cock, before taking him into her mouth. Her eyes were closed now and her hair fell all around Jarno’s lap, as inch by inch she descended. The head of his penis hit an obstacle, but rather than stopping, Mackenzie relaxed her throat muscles and let him further in until her face was on his groin.

Jarno let out an animal like growl. The head of his cock was tightly encased and the sensations were glorious. Mackenzie went back up and Jarno pulled her hair back with one hand, resting it on the back of her head. He was worried she wouldn’t like it, but the girl whose purple locks he was holding merely looked up, winked, and closed her eyes again.

Mackenzie made loud wet slurping noises as she began to vigorously bob up and down. Jarno felt his legs tremble at the intense pleasure he was experiencing every time she devoured his cock, to the point where he felt a familiar tingling sensation. Without warning it got overwhelming, and he felt his cum travel through his member as he unleashed it onto Mackenzie’s mouth.

She gave out a surprised grunt and a light gurgling sound as his cum filled her mouth, but continued her ministrations. Apparently, keeping all of it in her mouth since Jarno couldn’t feel her throat muscles contracting. In fact, she even squeezed the base of his cock, milking him dry.

Once he was spent, Mackenzie slowly went up on his shaft. When she reached the very tip she loosened the pressure, letting the cum amassed in her mouth escape and dribble down his manhood. Then she licked and sucked on it, until all of the gooey mess was back inside her mouth. Making a show of swallowing, she stuck her tongue out and licked her lips with a smirk.

‘Oh my God…’ Jarno mouthed.

‘No, I’m just human.’ The purple haired girl replied.

That was the trigger for Jarno. He pounced on her, pushing her onto her back and kissing her for all he was worth. He parted her lips as well, but felt her hesitate when his tongue entered her mouth.

‘What’s wrong?’ Jarno asked, concerned he’d done something wrong.

‘Nothing.’ Mackenzie replied. She was smiling, which relieved Jarno, but she also looked puzzled. ‘It’s just that you used tongue…’

‘So?’

‘You’ll get cum in your mouth.’

‘It’d be kind of hypocritical of me to have a problem with tasting my own cum if I wanted you to taste it.’

Mackenzie looked at him with an indecipherable expression.

‘Bedroom.’ She told him. ‘Now.’

She was making a move to get up, but Jarno had other ideas. Scooping her up in his arms, he lifted her off the couch. Mackenzie yelped in surprise, before a wicked grin adorned her face.

‘Which door?’ He asked.

‘Right.’

She started to plant sloppy kisses on his neck, as they both went towards her bedroom. Closing the door behind him, Jarno focussed on what he wanted to do to her. First things first, he was naked and Mackenzie was not. He meant to fix that.

There were words of protest from Mackenzie when she wasn’t allowed access to his neck anymore.

‘It’s your turn to stay still now.’ Jarno replied.

‘Stay still? Oh, you really don’t know me well, do you?’

‘Then let’s see about getting to know you better…’

His meaning was made clear when he grabbed a hold of the base of her dress and slowly pulled it up, revealing more of her naked skin as it travelled upwards. Mackenzie lifted her arms and Jarno pulled it clean off. He gasped.

She had gone commando, her entire body exposed to him now. She was pear shaped with wide hips. Her belly was devoid of any muscles, but she wasn’t fat. Not even remotely. Up above, her breasts were incredible, large in size, and with not as much sag as their size would have you believe. The nipples were small and standing proud.

Right below her breasts was a massive tattoo resembling a piece of jewellery, in the shape of an owl with its wings spread out, black with a few details like the eyes in red.

Placing a hand on it, Jarno walked around her, admiring, and letting his hand trail across the smooth skin underneath. The entire time, Mackenzie was looking at him with the most innocent look she could muster.

He circled her for an entire circumference, before stopping behind her. He had seen correctly. Starting at her shoulder blades and ending at her arms, just above the elbows were two realistic wings. Realistic in shape, at least, since they were lined in black and filled with the colours of the rainbow from one end to the other.

The naked beauty in front of him was craning her neck backwards to try and see what he was doing. Jarno placed both hands on her hips and started to move them until they were just below her chest. Then, he gave into the urge he’d been fighting for the last minute and grabbed her boobs.

Mackenzie moaned as he played with them, testing their weight, mashing and unmashing the globes. He stretched his fingers, trying to cover as much of the soft flesh as possible. Her nipples were poking the palms of his hands and he suddenly couldn’t bear to not be using his fingers on them. So, he used them.

His fingers pulled Mackenzie’s nipples away from her. She let out a long moan and let her head fall on Jarno’s shoulder, which exposed her neck to his lips. He didn’t let the opportunity slip and kissed away.

It was an incredible sight to him, knowing he could affect her this way with his touch. Emboldened by this notion, Jarno let his right hand wander down slowly past her bellybutton and onto the apex of her thighs. He felt around, feeling short of breath as he teased and massaged the skin around her sex.

Mackenzie gasped with his actions.

‘Oh, good boy…’ She cooed.

It sounded to him almost like she was dealing with a dog, and so, playfully, he plunged two fingers inside her without a heads-up.

‘Agh…’

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that, I was a good what…?’ Jarno asked, making his voice neutral.

‘A good boy.’ She replied. ‘A good big boy.’ Reinforcing the point, she grabbed his penis, which had regained its rigidity once more.

Not wanting to be outdone, Jarno removed his fingers, which were now covered in Mackenzie’s juices, and put them next to her mouth. She opened and tried to lick them, but he bit her earlobe. She gasped, surprised.

‘Keep your lips pressed together.’ She obeyed and he smeared the wetness on them. ‘Lick your lips.’ Jarno watched her do it, and only then did he stick his fingers into her mouth, giving her a proper taste of her pussy. Mackenzie sucked greedily.

With a hard shove from her butt, Jarno fell back onto the bed, suddenly.

‘Oh my…’ She said, turning and eyeing him hungrily. ‘I think I’m proving to be a bad influence on you.’

Mackenzie climbed onto the bed and went up his body on all fours until she was face to face with him. She parted her lips and Jarno reacted, loving the fact that he could taste her juices on them. Her movements were fluid and exciting, making him crave for each peck and each travel of her tongue inside his mouth.

Biting down on his lower lip, Mackenzie tugged on it before releasing it. She smiled just a few centimetres away from his face as she ground her mound over his stiff erection and began to move from side to side. Jarno smiled back in wonder.

‘Normally I’d ask you to eat me out as well, but I’m way too horny right now. I want that amazing cock of yours in me, now.’ Mackenzie hissed. ‘We’ll need to use a condom, though.’

‘Okay.’

She reached forward to her bedside table and grabbed a condom from a packet. Her breasts dangled in front of his face, and Jarno couldn’t resist sticking out his tongue and running across the vale between them. Feeling her shudder, he grabbed hold of the condom from her hands and flipped them both, until he was the one standing over her.

Jarno placed the condom’s wrapper against her lips. Between her teeth and his fingers, they ripped it open. Throwing the wrapper aside, he placed the condom over his penis, before resting it against the wetness of Mackenzie’s pussy. Lowering himself until his weight was resting on his arms, Jarno kissed her softly.

‘Ready?’

She nodded.

Jarno took a deep breath and thrust his hips forward, causing Mackenzie’s eyes to turn back in her head and a loud moan to escape her throat. Reopening them, she looked at him with passionate intensity.

‘Fuck, that’s awesome!’ She gasped.

Her entire body was pressed up against his. It was as though every inch of her skin was rubbing against his, and not just their groins. Most striking of all was the way Mackenzie was looking at him, with pure lust and wickedness.

Almost out of their own accord, Jarno’s hips started to rock back and forth, driving his cock in and out of the sweet confines of Mackenzie’s pussy. She pressed her lips together and the only sounds escaping from her were muffled groans. They were already as close as possible but he still wrapped his arms around her, not quite believing his luck of actually being inside this incredible woman.

They were managing to move in perfect synchrony, much to Mackenzie’s credit, Jarno was sure. She knew exactly what she was doing, and he was reaping all the benefits.

Mackenzie was gasping and moaning, maintaining the most incredible sultry eye contact with him. The blue eyes that stared at him were made to look purple due to her loose purple hair behind her head as well as the lighting (or lack of it) in the room. If she kept looking at him, he knew it wouldn’t be long before his cock exploded inside her.

‘Yes, Jarno.’ She whispered, as they screwed each other silly. ‘Nice and hard.’

Now, that was definitely too much, and Jarno had to use every shred of self-control he had to control the pre-orgasm sensations he felt. For starters, he slowed his movements, going deeper instead. He also let his head fall to her neck, to stop her looking at him with those incredible eyes.

‘You are too sexy for your own good, you know that?’ He asked her, slightly out of breath.

‘I do. Whenever I have an Italian stud on top of me, they always say tha- Agh!’ Her reply was cut short by Jarno’s teeth on her earlobe. ‘Oh, that feels so good, baby… Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.’

And he did. Beginning to gather momentum, Jarno was grabbing her body greedily at her back. Mackenzie was now sounding quite wild as well, which made him go back to hovering above her to look at her. When he did, he watched her mouth hanging open as well as her eyes wide open with desire. He felt like kissing her or touching her large breasts but he was hypnotised and could do nothing more than thrust into her with increasing speed again.

Her hands were like steel on his bum, and Jarno was certain she was enjoying the feel of his muscles there, contracting every time they moved into each other.

‘Are you close?’ Mackenzie asked, her voice needy and her hands tightening their grip. ‘I can’t last much longer, Jarno.’

‘Me neither, I’m really close.’

Steadying herself against his relentless love making, Mackenzie was watching him with glee. It was driving him crazy. His orgasm approached like a runaway train, but he was determined to have her be the first one to succumb.

A sudden high pitched long yelp escaped Mackenzie’s throat, and suddenly he felt her back lift off the bed, clutching his bare back with her nails, sure that she was leaving marks. There was also the matter of the muscles in her pussy contracting around his penis, tugging on it.

‘Oh, yes! I’m cumming!’ She informed him, unnecessarily. ‘Come on, cum for me, Jarno. Cum.’

Thank God, he thought. He couldn’t have held it together for much longer. Abandoning his restraint, he felt his balls tense, and suddenly the biggest amount of pleasure he’d ever felt in his life coursed through him, and he came. Hard. Mackenzie’s contracting muscles were inviting him to fill her up, were it not for the condom he was wearing. Jarno wished he were actually filling her. Without the unintended consequences, of course.

‘Good boy.’ Mackenzie whispered, twisting and shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Despite not feeling his cum inside her, she had undoubtedly felt his throbbing. ‘That’s it, let it all go. Good boy…’

They were both breathing heavily onto each other’s shoulders as they crashed back down to Earth. Out of the blue, Jarno felt the muscles around his slowly softening cock contract and felt his over-sensitive member complain, removing himself from inside Mackenzie and onto his side. He took the opportunity to remove and tie the condom, throwing it on the ground.

Mackenzie was giggling alongside him.

‘Got too much for you?’

He half laughed, half grimaced.

‘I don’t think I’ll be able to cum again for the next few days…’

‘Hopefully not that long, I want to fuck you again before that.’

Jarno turned his head. She had already done the same, so they were laying on their backs, recovering, looking interestedly at each other.

‘You’re incredible, Mackenzie.’

‘I love the way you say my name. It makes it kind of exotic.’

‘Mackenzie, from the exotic jungles of Toronto…’ He said in a mock deep voice.

She gave a hearty laugh, before kissing him softly. It was a lot softer and more languid than before, now that they were contented and not desperate to get in each other’s pants.

One of her fingers traced his now limp cock, before continuing the path up his chest, resting her stretched arm across his chest. Jarno shifted slightly and placed his arm under her head. Mackenzie snuggled into his shoulder.

‘You put on a good show, Jarno.’ She told him, making a funny mouth movement with his name. ‘But I’m not fooled. You were holding back there for a minute until you were sure I was gonna cum, too.’

‘Yes. Is that bad?’

‘On the contrary, it’s good. Just what a deep and meaningful guy would do…’ She teased.

‘Hmpf…’

‘You don’t like being deep and meaningful?’

‘Sometimes it’s not all it’s cracked up to be…’ He replied, cupping her breast with the arm that was behind her head.

‘I dunno. Doing shallow and meaningless things is much more fun with someone who’s deep and meaningful…’

She snuggled closer to him, closing her eyes, and missed the intrigued smile Jarno had on his face.

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Part 2 of 4 | “A woman is dangerous when she is armed with beauty and a sense of humour, as she becomes irresistibly addictive.” |

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It was an awakening similar to every single other she had ever experienced and yet it felt very different than any other to Mackenzie. The light of the morning sun was coming through the blinds and the rush hour traffic noises reached her window as per usual, but she knew better.

She tried to move her hand to touch the hot naked Italian who would be next to her. She couldn’t. Her hand was kind of restrained by the bed sheet.

Frowning, Mackenzie opened her eyes with laziness. Jarno wasn’t by her side. He’d woken up before her and had wrapped the sheets around her like a burrito, to keep her warm. Judging by the muffled noises coming from the kitchen, he’d also busied himself with breakfast.

Closing her eyes and letting her head fall back down onto the pillow again, Mackenzie sighed. Somehow, making breakfast after having sex with someone for the first time seemed to her a very Jarno thing to do. Not for the first time since meeting him, she was almost sure she would end up being a bad influence on him.

For the meantime though, Mackenzie stretched with a yawn and pushed herself to the other side of the bed. She inhaled deeply on the pillow Jarno had used. He had a very noticeable scent, which had found its way into the pillow. It was a sweet scent and… manly. Was it his natural scent or perfume?

Groaning, she pulled the covers off of her and got up. Her reflection in the mirror had her hair in full “just fucked” mood, and Mackenzie smiled at it. Jarno would enjoy the view. Not just the hair, but also the fact that she would go out as she was. Butt naked.

With one hand on the doorknob, she stopped. On second thought…

She picked up Jarno’s white shirt from the back of her chair. She brought it to her nose. It was the same scent as the pillow. Did it pass from him that easily? Mackenzie sniffed the skin around her shoulders, then her hands, and then her own breast she’d grabbed with her hand. The slightest hint of his fragrance was present and that made her smirk with naughty glee.

Putting his shirt on her, Mackenzie walked back to her mirror as she buttoned it up. With her arms by her side, she evaluated. It looked as if she were wearing a low cut dress, were it not for the oversized sleeves. Her pussy was just about covered from view but easily accessible if she wanted to tease him. She rolled her eyes at her own reflection. Of course I want to tease him!

Her gaze lingered on the mirror. Maybe… She undid the top three buttons. Her cleavage was visible now. Much better. In fact… Pushing a hand under the shirt, Mackenzie pinched her nipples until they were hard. Now, they were plainly visible pushing against the soft fabric.

Satisfied with herself, she left the room.

Slowly, the young girl made her way barefoot to the kitchen. She couldn’t help but stop and lean against the wall, admiring the scene in front of her.

First things first, Jarno was only wearing his briefs. They were grey, though Mackenzie’s interest in them wasn’t the colour, but the way they hugged his butt. She felt the urge to squeeze it in her hands again. Or maybe bite it.

His back was turned to her, obviously, and she was afforded with a nice view of his back. It would take her forever to admire the lines his muscles produced there. Racing driver, Mackenzie remembered from their mutual secret exposition the previous night. Jarno probably had to keep himself buff for a living, she deduced.

That wasn’t really the whole reason why she’d stopped and stared. As Jarno busied himself with the pancakes he was making, he was shaking and humming along to a playlist which his phone, placed on the table, was playing. It was on a low volume and he was singing quietly to himself, but Mackenzie identified the song from an Axe commercial.

‘Just the thought about seeing you would blow my mind
That’s the sweetest touch of love
I was about to give up but you came just in time
With your sweet touch of love.’

‘Good morning.’ Mackenzie spoke softly. Even so, Jarno was caught by surprise, turning quickly.

‘Oh hey… Jesus, that shirt looks so much better on you!’ He gasped, and she saw his eyes travel all over her body.

‘I dunno, it looks really good on you…’ She purred at him, swishing her hips to one side provocatively, as she brought her thumb to her mouth with an innocent smile.

Mackenzie wasn’t a rookie. She knew exactly which buttons to press. And Jarno’s face turned into the needful mask she hoped it would. Slowly he approached her, until he was standing just in front of her.

Then, he did something completely different than what she expected. Grabbing hold of her arms, Jarno started to make her move and twirl to the sound of the upbeat song that was still playing in the background. His infectious grin and the fact that it was so different from his natural shyness made her laugh and she let him lead her.

One little kiss to let me know, girl. The deep singer’s voice continued, and Jarno pecked her quickly on the lips, before spinning her in his arms. They were soon moving their bodies closer and closer, until they had their foreheads pressed, eyes close and there was just the slightest of hip movements. When the song faded out, he gave her a nice long kiss.
‘You’re full of surprises, you know that?’ Mackenzie asked him, her arms still around his neck.

‘Right back at you. Now, come on, sit down.’

She did as he asked, and took her usual seat at the kitchen table. Jarno brought what he’d been preparing. In front of her appeared some delicious looking pancakes, a variety of syrups and Nutella, as well as some freshly squished orange juice.

‘It took me ages to find the juice squeezer, so you nearly had some of last night’s wine.’

‘I had a juice squeezer in this kitchen?’

‘That would explain it…’ He muttered to himself, amused.

Taking a bite of the pancake in front of her after coating it in cherry syrup, Mackenzie made an impressed face at Jarno.

‘This is really good!’

‘Thanks for the tone of surprise.’

‘Learn to take a compliment, dude.’ She stuck out her tongue at him. ‘Okay, I was little excited last night, but now I want to know something…’

‘What is it?’

‘Racing driver. Like what kind of racing? Nascar?’

‘God, no…’ Jarno replied, making a face.

‘I know you’re new here, but you should probably be careful to who you say that too. Murders have been committed for less than that in the south…’ Mackenzie smirked, taking a sip of her glass.

‘Noted.’ He smiled. ‘No, I’m a Formula 1 driver.’

‘Wait. Like, “the” Formula 1? Like Schumacher style F1?’

‘Yes.’ He kept his expression blank.

She eyed him with curiosity, understanding why he didn’t wish to share the information with her previously.

‘You thought I’d go all gold digger on you…’ Mackenzie told him, with a slight smile playing her lips.

‘A bit.’ Jarno confessed with a little shy smile, obviously relieved she wasn’t hanging it against him. ‘I’ve had some weird experiences. It’s better here in America, you don’t really pay that much attention to F1, so I can walk around much more relaxed.’

‘Oh, the perils of being a star…’ She teased him, sarcastically.

He narrowed his eyes playfully.

‘You’d have a face full of orange juice if you weren’t wearing my shirt.’

‘Well, you’re not wearing anything, so play nice or I’ll do it to you.’

‘And what would your roommate feel about making a mess in the kitchen?’

‘It would become two against one, and we’d force you to do the clean-up.’

‘I am a much bigger “one”…’ He raised an eyebrow, amused.

‘Oh, trust me, you wouldn’t know what you were getting into.’ She replied, continuing to put pieces of pancake into her mouth. ‘The biggest sporting activity I do is walking around the house, but Hailey is a complete fitness addicted pile of muscle. She could take you.’

‘She doesn’t look that threatening.’

‘She was more clothed than usual. Still you obviously noticed her six pack. You couldn’t take your eyes off her belly yesterday.’

‘What?’ He reacted embarrassed, blushing a little. ‘I wasn’t-‘

‘Yeah, you were.’ Mackenzie giggled at his nervousness. ‘That’s a damn sexy belly. You should see it when it’s squirming, when I make her cum.’

The expression on Jarno’s face was exactly as she’d hoped. Confusion followed by disbelief. There was also the slightest trace of a smile.

‘You and your friend have… ah…’

‘Have what?’ She asked, trying to keep a look of sweet innocence.

He was about to say something but thought better. Instead he gulped down the rest of his orange juice.

‘Besides making her cum, do you two do anything where you end up cumming as well?’

‘We do.’ If you want to play this game, I’ll go along…

‘Such as?’

‘Such as sucking the girls,’ Mackenzie grabbed her voluptuous breasts. ‘such as licking my pussy,’ She pressed her hand over the end of the shirt, over the apex of her thighs. ‘such as fucking me with a strap-on…’

‘Do you prefer a strap-on or the real thing?’ Jarno asked her, with a look of polite interest. No way this isn’t making him hot!

‘I usually like to feel the real thing, especially when it throbs. But Hailey can go longer than any man.’ She replied, trying to remain equally collected.

‘Interesting.’

They had leaned forward, both smiling mischievously.

‘You know, I’m just jealous because she’s gotten a chance to taste you, and I haven’t yet…’ He told her.

‘Whose fault is that?’

‘Yours. You pushed me onto the bed before I got the chance.’

‘Oh, it was, actually… Not that you complained too much at the time.’ She teased.

‘I was a little preoccupied with the hot naked lady on top of me.’

‘Lady? You must have me confused with someone else…’

‘Trust me, I don’t.’

Their faces were now just a few inches apart.

‘Would you like to get your taste now?’ Mackenzie asked invitingly.

‘I would love to. But I can’t…’

‘Why not?’ She pouted and used a little girl voice.

‘I have a meeting with sponsors in an hour and a half.’

‘So you’ve been teasing me, knowing you wouldn’t be able to follow through with it?’

‘Yep.’ Jarno smiled, getting up from his chair and collecting their dirty dishes, before putting them in the washing machine.

The whole time, Mackenzie watched open-mouthed with the corners of her mouth creeping up inch by inch. ‘You asshole! I’m a really bad influence on the deep and meaningful guy!’

‘It’s a nice new experience.’ He replied, winking at her.

Jarno walked back to her bedroom, followed by Mackenzie. She didn’t follow him inside. Instead, she leaned against the back of the couch, hands behind her back, as he started to get dressed again.

‘A meeting with sponsors?’ She asked him.

‘Yeah. Our main sponsor is an American multinational, so that’s actually why I’m in the US.’ He informed her, as he buckled his belt. ‘Also have a couple of interviews tomorrow…’

‘Interviews?’

‘Two of those. One’s for a sports magazine, the other is a talk show.’

‘Is the talk show live? Which channel?’

‘It’s going to be live on some channel…’ Jarno replied evasively as he tied his shoelaces.

‘You can either tell me or I’ll just find it later.’ Mackenzie told him.

‘If you can find it, why would I tell you?’

She narrowed her eyes at him. He was still leaning forward from his sitting position after putting on his shoes, the faintest of smiles on his face. It was perfectly obvious what the shirtless handsome man in her room was waiting for, but Mackenzie still hadn’t shaken off her teasing mood.

So, instead of returning his shirt back, she pulled her long purple hair off her shoulder and smirked sideways at him.

Jarno chuckled to himself and dropped his gaze, before slowly standing up and making his way to her, standing just a few inches away. Mackenzie didn’t move at all, looking up at his face.

‘Despite how much better than me you look in that shirt; I think the general public would frown at seeing me topless in the streets of New York.’

Mackenzie made a show of looking up and down his naked torso. ‘They don’t know what they’re missing.’ She sighed. ‘Fine. Get it off me, then.’

He was momentarily surprised, but it quickly vanished. One by one Jarno undid the buttons, until Mackenzie was standing in front of him with her breasts bared. He seemed hypnotised by them, which made her giddy with excitement.

‘Turn around.’ She said, making him look up with curiosity. ‘Do you trust me?’

He turned his back to her as she took the shirt off.

‘Well, that never worked before…’ She muttered dryly, making him laugh. ‘Arm.’ She asked him, and he understood giving her his left arm. Gingerly, Mackenzie directed it towards one of the sleeves. The process was repeated for the other arm.

‘Turn around again.’

Jarno stood in front of her with his open shirt. Languidly, Mackenzie traced a finger from his neck to his bellybutton, watching the path as if there was nothing more interesting. She felt him hiss quietly. Pretending nothing had happened, she buttoned him from bottom to top.

When she was sure he wasn’t expecting it, she started tucking his shirt into his pants, taking care to grab and caress his butt and his hips as she did it, as well as the top of his pubic hair. She tweaked the shirt to make him more presentable, and then she looked up into his eyes again.

There was fire in his brown-green eyes, and before Mackenzie had time to make a remark about it Jarno kissed her fiercely, parting her lips with ease. It was so unexpected, that her feet lifted from the floor and she started toppling backwards on the back of the couch. He caught her, though. His big strong hands were on the small of her back with an iron grip as he pressed himself, and Mackenzie felt her giggles muffled into his mouth as he tasted her.

Did we go through all that trouble dressing up just to get naked again? Mackenzie wondered idly. Not complaining…

‘When I said play nice, I meant while I was away.’ Came Hailey’s voice.

Both of them jumped in surprise, and Mackenzie nearly fell back once again if Jarno hadn’t caught her by an arm. She steadied herself and looked at her roommate. Hailey had a wide knowing grin plastered on her face as she closed the door behind her and headed toward the kitchen. ‘Hey, we had a juice squeezer?’

Jarno laughed quietly.

‘I’m beginning to see how you’re friends…’

‘She’s one of a kind.’

His hand went from her arm to squeeze her hand.

‘I’m not sure how free I’m going to be today and tomorrow, but I’ll call tonight and we can set something up. Sound good?’

‘Sounds really good.’

He was about to step away when his eyes travelled downwards again.

‘That’s really distracting me…’

‘Who was the one who wanted his shirt back?’

Jarno pecked her lips.

‘Bye.’

‘Bye.’

Hailey was clearly leaning against the same wall Mackenzie used before (obviously staring into the living room instead of the kitchen) since Jarno gave her a raised eye brow as he passed her.

‘See you around, lover boy!’ The blonde girl cooed.

‘Bite me.’ He told her over his back, his tone friendly.

‘Don’t tease me like that unless you’re ready to follow through!’

Before he’d closed the door behind him, she could see Jarno blushing. Then there was quiet. For far too long. Hailey was never quiet this long. Looking at her, Mackenzie noticed she was staring at her with a strange look.

‘What?’ She asked.

‘You look very inviting…’

The fact that she was naked, legs spread, sitting on the back of the couch had slipped Mackenzie’s mind.

‘Well, I was in the middle of something when you showed up…’

‘Let’s finish it between us, then…’ Hailey approached her, standing where Jarno had just been, and kissed her.

Mackenzie returned the kiss for a few seconds before putting a hand on her friend’s chest and pulling her away.

‘Thanks, but not right now.’

‘What do you mean, not right now?’ Hailey looked at her as if she’d gone mad.

‘He was just here.’

‘And?’

‘And I just don’t feel right doing it right after he was here.’ Mackenzie mumbled.

Hailey looked at her attentively. She didn’t seem upset, just intrigued. After a few seconds she just laughed and went back to her room, shaking her head.

‘Oh God, Mac… You have got it sooooooo bad!’

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Mackenzie typed away on the keyboard, searching online for what she was after. She was looking for a new sex toy to use for her blowjob shows. Her previous one was good, but it was boring her slightly, having used it so often now. The pages of her favourite online sex shop were flashing before her eyes as she tried to find something suitable.

Their collection of butt plugs distracted her for a while as she looked at each item with interest. Pony Play Butt Plug… It was a rubber butt plug with fur on the other end that imitated a horse’s tail. Mackenzie twitched her nose. Not really my style.

Next thing to catch her eye was the “50 Shades of Grey Anal Vibrator”. She shook her head with a smile. Well, they’re cashing this for every penny they can get… Out of curiosity, she clicked. It actually looked interesting enough. Smooth silicone, seven pulsing patterns, waterproof and almost four inches wide. Maybe. She saved the link for later.

The only other item to interest her was a black penis-shaped plug, which had a very interesting size. She added it as well.

Mackenzie moved her search towards the “Actor Replica” category. It gave her an extra feeling of naughtiness to know someone actually had the shape of cock in real life that she was sticking inside her. She didn’t know any of the names, though. With all due respect, most male porn actors weren’t particularly attractive. Not the straight ones, anyway.

Scrolling through the pages, she tried to find a good dildo. Too small. Next. I don’t like the shape of the head. Next. Not quite there. Next. There we go.

‘Why, hello Spencer Reed…’ Mackenzie muttered to herself. It was very realistic looking, a few veins and creases that looked incredible. The head was bulbous and smooth; the testicles had a nice volume to them, and just above eight inches long with a base that let it be suctioned onto a surface.

Out of amused curiosity, Mackenzie searched “Spencer Reed”. Gay. Not only did they look better, homosexual porn actors also apparently had very nice dicks as well. Jarno’s had a really nice one, though. It wasn’t quite as big as this monster, but he had nothing to be ashamed of. And he made me cum twice.

She realised she was staring blankly at the monitor with a dazed smile. An idea struck her, and Mackenzie opened a new tab. “Jarno”, she wrote. It was at this point the fact that he hadn’t revealed his last name came to her. The suggested results presented a few options and she clicked the first one. “Jarno Trulli”. F1 Driver… Was this it? No. Jarno Trulli, as it turned out, was a former F1 driver who was now forty-one years old. Handsome, actually, but not her guy. Are all Jarno’s sexy in Italy? She’d do some research on it later.

Right now she was writing “Jarno” on the search tab again. She added “F1”. There were only two results now: Trulli and Merlo. She tried Merlo. The face of the man Mackenzie made love to appeared on the screen, deep in conversation with someone to his right, who was in racing overalls like him. Found you.

For a moment she thought about finding out more about him, but, strangely, Mackenzie felt it wasn’t fair somehow. I’ll send him my chat room link first. She decided. Then, I’ll snoop around. There was something she needed to know, though…

“Jarno Merlo Talkshow USA”.

It didn’t take her long to spot it. There was a national TV network with a panel show on the previous night which had included him. Setting the laptop aside, she used her television’s time warp function to see if she could watch it now. She could.

Oh, wait. Mackenzie got up from the sofa and went into Hailey’s room.

‘Do you mind if I watch something on the TV or does the noise disrupt your show?’

Hailey was sitting on her bed, a camera and laptop in front of her, the only piece of clothing on her being a pink loose fitting top.

‘No problem, I won’t hear anything with my music play- Joel86! Thank you so much for the tip!’ She squinted at the screen. ‘And your prize is… 10 spanks.’

Mackenzie approached the bed, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed. ‘Go on, all fours.’ She responded to her roommate’s inquiring gaze. The blonde girl got on all fours, butthole directed towards the camera.

Pressing her hand softly on her friend’s butt cheek, Mackenzie read a few of the comments and smiled. Lots of excited voices for her arrival.

‘Don’t get too excited, I’m just here to punish this bad, bad girl.’

Hailey was about to reply something innuendo-like back, Mackenzie knew, so she slapped her bum hard. Her friend yelped. The purple haired girl wasn’t concerned: they’d done this a thousand times and she knew when it was too painful or not. She applied the other nine spanks in irregular intervals, keeping Hailey on her toes, listening to her excited noises.

Mackenzie put a hand on her upper back to stop her from getting back up. Getting her face nearer to Hailey’s bottom, Mackenzie pushed her cheeks apart and dribbled onto the mid-section, watching happily as her spit travelled slowly down from her roommate’s butthole to her pussy lips, passing over the clit hood piercing there.

‘This is a little preview for our girl on girl show tomorrow.’ She winked at the camera. ‘And this as well.’ She slapped the tight butt one more time.

‘You bitch…’ Hailey called out to her as she exited the room, when she tried to sit her sore ass back down.

Closing the door behind her, Mackenzie settled back on the couch, making herself comfortable, and started playing the show.

As the intro began and the host made his presentation to the audience, Mackenzie realised this was a familiar show to her. At least a couple of times there was someone she liked on it, and so she’d watched it then.

It was a panel show with a host and four guests. There was a main guest of sorts who had the privilege of being the only one to be interviewed one on one by the host half-way through, after a few panel topics were discussed between the host and the other three guests. After the one on one interview, the main guest joined the panel for about twenty minutes, and then the show ended.

The first part wasn’t too interesting, as Mackenzie realized Jarno would be the main guest (and thus, not participating in the first panel discussion). She fast-forwarded the discussions, until his introduction.

‘Ladies and gentleman, my main guest this week is the youngest man to win a Formula 1 race in history, and has just completed a big money move to Ferrari. Please welcome, Jarno Merlo!’

Applause followed, as Jarno appeared. He was in a grey suit with his curly black hair looking better than ever. His expression was the shy genuine smile that seemed to suit him. Both him and the host walked towards chairs, slightly away from the rest of the panel.

The host was good, Mackenzie realised. Somehow, he managed to coax Jarno away from being too shy. In fact, the young Italian was even making the audience laugh on a few occasions.

‘It’s safe to say most of us here aren’t avid followers of F1. But even we know that Ferrari means something.’ The host said, stretching his arms to the audience, who murmured in agreement.

Jarno took a deep breath. ‘It’s awesome.’ He said with a look of comically exaggerated enthusiasm, drawing laughs from the audience. ‘Growing up I visited the Italian Grand Prix quite often, and seeing a Ferrari winner there is just the most incredible experience as a fan. These are people who really feel the sport, and it’s a huge honour I’ve been awarded.’

It was clear from the way he said the words that he meant them. His excitement and pride were obvious to behold. The interviewer moved on, giving a brief summary of his career. Apparently, Jarno had started driving F1 cars when he was seventeen, which meant that he was placed in a weird situation.

‘So basically,’ Jarno explained. ‘to drive in this sport, you need what we call a super license. To get one you don’t need to be of any age, at least not at the time, you just have to do a certain amount of miles in an F1 car. So,’ He added with an ironic smile. ‘I was allowed to drive a car with around eight hundred horsepower but not a Toyota Prius because I wasn’t old enough to qualify for a license!’

The audience made a surprised grunt, mimicked by the interviewer.

‘Wait, so after the race, when you had to go back to the hotel…?’

‘I’d have to ask for a lift, yeah.’ Jarno replied, drawing laughs.

‘So, let me just paint a picture.’ The host said, making a show of entwining his fingers, which made Jarno make a show of leaning forwards as if to listen more attentively. ‘You thrash your teammate in a race. There was a team briefing. Everyone has left except you and your teammate. How does that request go?’
Jarno was finding her quite endearing at the moment. ‘What did you mean, then?’

‘Like I said, I’ve been doing prep work all day. For my show. I was wondering if you wanted to see the show live this time.’

‘Live, as in being in your room as you do it?’

Mackenzie nodded, her expression giving nothing away.

‘Why?’ He asked. ‘Does it excite you to have someone in your bedroom as you do it?’

‘I don’t know, never done it before.’

The response floored him. She’s never asked someone to watch her. Reigning in his enthusiasm, Jarno managed to continue in a normal voice.

‘I’d love to see it live.’

‘It’s going to be different than the other one.’

‘Different how?’

‘Hailey is going to be on cam with me.’

‘Oh.’

‘She’s a cam girl, as well.’ Mackenzie explained, confirming Jarno’s suspicion.

‘I figured she would be, to be comfortable enough to be on cam with you like that.’

‘Well, regardless of her job, she is a huge sex hound, so I’d say she would do it even if she wasn’t camming.’

Jarno let the sentence sink in.

‘You have told her, right? About me seeing, huh… the both you doing… stuff?’

‘She doesn’t mind.’ Mackenzie snorted. ‘Understatement of the century. She practically started jumping up and down at the idea of showing off in front of you…’ She raised an eyebrow at Jarno’s flush. ‘Come on! Don’t tell me you didn’t notice! Hailey hasn’t been exactly subtle about wanting to jump your bones…’

Jarno grunted, hoping the purple haired girl didn’t notice his excitement at her words.

‘You know you can just fuck her if you ask her.’ She continued.

‘What? You’re okay with that?’ He asked, stunned.

Mackenzie shrugged. ‘I’m fucking her; why would I have a problem with you doing it? She’s ridiculously hot and I can’t testify that she wiggles nicely when she’s cumming.’

This girl was such a contradiction. On one hand, she confessed to him that she’d never previously asked anyone to watch her cam show. One the other hand, she urged him to have sex with her best friend. Who she was also having sex with. Did she not feel jealous about sharing him? If she only cared about him as a fuck buddy she wouldn’t. This is fun. This is pleasant. Stop overanalysing it, he told himself.

‘I just want to be with you.’ Jarno said, truthfully.

Mike appeared with their orders, which distracted Jarno from Mackenzie’s intrigued stare.

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The blonde girl let her hands grab fistfuls of purple locks, pulling forcefully on the other girl’s head until it was tipped back completely, before flattening her tongue over the exposed throat. She explored every inch, until the pale skin was covered in her saliva. Then, she hungrily invaded her friend’s mouth, drawing a muffled moan from her.

As Jarno watched the two beautiful women going at it from just a few passes away, he couldn’t quite believe to have been given a chain of events that would lead to him experiencing this.

Following Mackenzie to her home, Jarno had witnessed as the gorgeous girl and her roommate set up the camera in Hailey’s room. Throughout the entire prepping, Hailey kept wiggling her butt in front of him, as well as giving a few pulls on her top to expose her abs. She also made sure to leave a few suggestive comments hanging in the air.

Once everything was set up and the time for the start of the show was reached, Mackenzie directed Jarno to sit down on a chair alongside the camera.

‘Enjoy the view.’ She whispered to him. ‘You know; you can jerk off if it gets too tight in there.’ He felt her trace her fingers over his penis. Behind her, Hailey was watching them intently; looking right into Jarno’s eyes as she seductively sucked one of her fingers into her mouth.

‘I’ll just stick to watching for now.’ He replied. Mackenzie shook her head with a smirk and Hailey made a childish pout.

The show began, and their online room was quickly filled with people, who, as he’d been told by Mackenzie, had seen the announcement for the GG (Girl on Girl) session one month ago.

Just like Jarno had witnessed the previous night on his computer, the cam girls spent the first few minutes just chatting with their audience about the most mind-bogglingly varied themes. It was quite obvious why the two women had gotten to be such good friends, since they seemed completely at ease with each other. So much so, that at one point Jarno felt a little awkward, as though he were intruding on a private moment. They were broadcasting said private moment to literally thousands of people, so he reassured himself it was probably just in his head.

Ding, ding! The first tip rolled in. “Hailey and Mac: Kiss”. And so the enticing spectacle of the two girls in heat had started.

Gasping for breath they parted. Mackenzie’s neck was shining from the sweat and saliva there. She took one look at him, wearing what he was fully aware to be a cartoon like open-mouthed stare, and she stifled a smirk by biting her lip. A knowing look was also on Hailey’s face. He was quite annoyed to get caught being so worked up at the sight of two girls kissing like a horny teenager, but couldn’t help himself. He’d also noticed the blonde girl had a tongue stud.

From that point onwards the tips rolled in at a steady pace. And every time they did, a new prize was awarded, completing a list very similar to the one Mackenzie had used at her anal show.

After their display of tongue mashing there was a tip for “Mackenzie Doggie”, which turned out to be her going on all fours and removing her skirt and panties, affording the camera with a view of her shaved pussy and butthole. Jarno was enjoying looking at the delicious goods on display, musing excitedly that he’d been buried in one of them.

Hailey, of course, teased him further by parting her friend’s butt cheeks, before biting down on one of them. Mackenzie yelped and Jarno groaned.

Then, it was Hailey’s turn to remove clothing. She took off her shirt. Her pale small breasts were there for Jarno to behold and he was very much loving it. They were very perky, tear drop shaped, and her nipples were tiny and shooting straight out erect, both adorned by small piercings. Above them was tattooed a blue anatomically correct heart with equally blue wings, a few drops of blood dripping from it.

He felt a sudden urge to grab the perky tits, but Mackenzie was the one who did it. That didn’t satisfy her for long, though, and suddenly she started to nurse on the blonde girl.

‘Oh, that feels so good, Mac. I guess, with all that practice…’ Hailey moaned, licking her lips at Jarno. It was obviously said to inflame him, as a muffled laugh escaped from Mackenzie’s closed lips. Hailey’s arms, he now realised, almost didn’t have any of her pale skin left. Betty Boop was on her top left arm with skulls and fire on the forearm, and a naked fifties pinup girl on the top right arm with a set of roses on that forearm.

Jarno’s cock was actually hurting from how hard it was against inside his pants. He really wanted to help ease some tension, but refused to masturbate in front of them. Not because he thought they would mind. On the contrary. He just didn’t want to give Hailey the satisfaction of winning that particular battle of wills.

Suddenly, and much too soon for Jarno, the board of tips was cleared by the viewers. He was expecting the goal to be something like Mackenzie’s show, but instead he read on the screen what it said. “Strap-On Show”.

A mental image of Mackenzie sitting in her kitchen wearing only his shirt popped into his head. Such as sucking the girls, Her hands on her enormous boobs. Such as licking my pussy, Her hand over the end of her shirt. Such as fucking me with a strap-on…

‘Okay, guys, you know the drill.’ Hailey told the audience. ‘You have two options: either this lovely lady gets to fuck me,’ She put an arm around Mackenzie, which made both their boobs jiggle. ‘or she gets to fuck me. So, go and vote!’

Jarno noticed that where the original goal had been written were now the two goals described by Hailey. From what he gathered, people could give tokens to their favourite goal and the first to reach five hundred tokens would be the one the girls would perform.

As they gave everyone time to tip generously, Hailey and Mackenzie were no longer concerned with putting on a show for Jarno or teasing him. They’d gone into full-on erotic mode, mashing their bodies together. The blonde girl was lying on top, slowly humping their privates together. Jarno could see that her legs were also inked up, but couldn’t really tell what the design was.

Their display reminded of Jarno of Mackenzie’s show the day before. Somehow by focussing on making it feel good for each other, without worrying about how excited the audience was, made the spectacle even better for everyone watching.

The pinging sound of tips filling the room mixed with the soft moans from the bed. Tongues were sucked, breasts were thoroughly pawed, and pussies received oral attentions, and all the while Jarno felt his knuckles turn white as he fought the urge to grab Mackenzie right there and then and fuck with her. And, if he was being honest with himself, so too did he want to do that with Hailey.

They shifted themselves until they were in a 69 position. Mackenzie’s face and Hailey’s rear were staring right at him. The purple haired girl smiled at him. Jarno felt himself grin back like an idiot and, never breaking eye contact, she started to lick all around her friend’s pussy.

Hailey was shaved and there was “tink” noise when Mackenzie’s teeth bumped against the clit hood piercing he now noticed for the first time. Her small tight butt had just as much appeal as Mackenzie’s curvy one. Her slit was quite thin, but it was giving way with ease to the tongue that was assaulting it.

Suddenly, Mackenzie bit down on the blonde girl’s clit, and Jarno nearly came for two different reasons. First of all, because he could see that his lover’s lips were glistening from her friend’s juices. And also because Hailey let out an animal like growl and arched her back, revealing a swarm of tiny bats on her lower back.

As if on cue, one of the objectives reached its token target. “Use Strap-On on Mackenzie” had won.

‘Yes, I’m gonna get you back for that, you bitch!’ Hailey shouted, jumping from the bed to get the strap-on, Jarno assumed. Mackenzie licked her lips and winked at him.

‘Have we convinced you to join in yet?’ She asked him, after moving closer to him so that the camera didn’t pick up on the fact that there anyone in the room with the two women.

‘Ask me again in a little while…’ He replied.

‘In a little while, you may not be this hard.’

Her hand pressed his cock, over his pants.

‘Trust me, staying hard isn’t going to be a problem.’

‘Good, I may want a midnight snack…’

‘Mackenzie! Stop getting distracted and get your ass over here!’ Hailey commanded. Jarno managed to not stare like an idiot, but it was close. She had put the strap-on on, and it was quite the sight. It was large realistic looking dildo, with a light skin tone, just like her. ‘We’ve got a show to do.’

Distancing herself from Jarno again and going back into camera shot, Mackenzie went on her hands and knees until she was face to face with Hailey’s fake cock. The blonde girl waited, resting on her knees.

Grabbing the cock with a hand, Mackenzie wanked it up and down, with a look of polite amusement. Then, never looking away from her friend’s eyes, she slowly pushed it past her lips and kept going and going, until she was at the strap-on’s base, before going back for air, gasping.

She slobbered, sucked and licked the fake cock in such a way that Jarno felt sorry for Hailey for not actually feeling Mackenzie’s prowess with a cock. He himself could testify to how good it felt.

‘That’s good enough, sexy. Turn around.’ Hailey ordered Mackenzie, who complied, spinning around to face the other direction. The blonde girl instantly cupped her friend’s voluptuous rear in her hands. ‘Such a good tushie…’

Without warning, she removed the hands and slapped both cheeks hard. Mackenzie whimpered but before it was out of her lips, Hailey plunged forward, burying herself in her pussy to the hilt. The whimper turned into an animal like growl, which made the hairs on the back of Jarno’s neck stand on end.

‘I told you I’d get you back for that bite!’ Hailey said, with visible glee.

The sight of the two women engrossed in their love making was an erotic sight unlike any other Jarno’s mind had ever fantasized about. Mackenzie gave herself up to Hailey completely, growling like a wild animal as she went backwards and forwards on her knees, not content with merely letting her friend have her way with her. Hailey kept her hands on her friend’s butt though. Just like him she seemed fascinated by Mackenzie’s breasts, feeling them up occasionally.

They were at it for quite some time, making all the right movements and noises for their pleasure, as well as the audience’s. Which included Jarno, watching in the same room. He was feeling his pants becoming tighter again, as his stranded erection begged to come out.

Mackenzie was getting close, he realised. Sweat covered her face, her hair was a complete mess and her eyes were narrowed in concentration… or deliriousness. He wasn’t sure. Hailey grabbed hold of the camera and, avoiding getting Jarno in frame, filmed the dildo going into the depths of the purple haired girl’s pussy.

‘Get it out…’

It was barely audible and Jarno took a moment to understand Mackenzie was addressing him.

‘Get it out, please…’

He didn’t need any clarification as to what he was meant to get out. But there was no way he could show himself on camera. If nothing else, his sponsors and his team bosses would kill him.

‘They won’t be able to tell it’s you.’ She continued whispering to him, shifting with Hailey’s thrusts. ‘They’ll just see a dick. How many dicks do you think there are on the internet? Please, I want it…’

Hailey had put the camera back in its place and was listening with some curiosity to the exchange. Her small breasts were jiggling wildly as she ploughed into Mackenzie.

Feeling as though he were in a dream that couldn’t possibly be unfolding in reality, Jarno got up and unbuckled his belt, never looking away from Mackenzie’s elated face. His cock was released and stood rock hard right in front of her face for one brief moment before instantly being engulfed into her inviting mouth.

‘Oh yeah, we forgot to mention…’ Hailey told the audience looking directly at the camera and making sure the blowjob was in shot, yet never stopping the movement her hips. ‘We have a guest here with us today. Mac’s found herself a boy toy!’

Jarno snorted at Hailey’s description of him, but didn’t really dwell on it. Mackenzie’s mouth was way too distracting, doing just as good of a job as before. After a couple of hours of teasing, his cock was finally finding some release and his senses were overwhelmed.

Mackenzie moaned with increasing intensity, as the cock in her mouth coupled with the dildo in her pussy seemed to be tipping her over the edge. Hailey leaned forward until her boobs were mashed against her friend’s back and she was humping her like a dog with quick movements.

‘Come on, baby…’ She cooed to Mackenzie. ‘I know you’re nearly there. Your juiced are running all over your legs. And it’s not just me. Everyone at home is looking forward to see you cum with that nice thick cock in your mouth while I’m fucking you…’

Her words finally tipped Mackenzie over the edge, as she tensed completely and shrieked wordlessly. For a moment she tensed her jaw as she shook, but fortunately she realised what she was doing and took him out of her mouth, grabbing him firmly against her cheek as her body twitched with the aftershocks.

Hailey soothingly rubbed the sides of her friend, staying buried to the hilt in her pussy. Her chin was resting on Mackenzie’s shoulder blades, but her eyes were completely locked on the cock that was just a few inches away.

Slowly returning to normal, Mackenzie softly kissed the rock hard shaft that was against her face, leaving a trail from the base to the tip before finally releasing him and turning her head back as much as she could to share a deep kiss with Hailey.

She also whispered something to the blonde girl, which was inaudible to Jarno. Whatever it was made Hailey look delighted and ask something he didn’t hear either. Mackenzie just nodded, removing herself from the strap-on with a wet noise and laying down on her back to the side.

Busy watching her, Jarno froze in place when he felt Hailey’s hand wrapping around his erection. His first instinct was to push her away but then he noticed Mackenzie looking at him intently. She was struggling for breath a bit still, but her eager nod in his direction was unmistakable. She wanted to watch Hailey blow him…

If Hailey had noticed his initial reservations she hid it well. Her hand travelled up and down, as she interestedly watched Jarno’s foreskin covering and uncovering the head of his cock. He gasped loudly when the squishy sound provoked by Mackenzie’s saliva on it reached his ears.

The blonde girl appeared to understand he could not last very long having been tended to by her friend as well as their show for quite some time, so she got down to business quickly, engulfing him with a giggle, which gave him a weird yet pleasing sensation in his cock.

‘I don’t think you’re gonna last very long, lover boy.’ Hailey grinned up at him, coming up for a few seconds before plunging back down again, her small hand gripping the base of his shaft. Jarno had been worked up by the two girls for a long time but he tried to relax himself because he wanted to enjoy Hailey’s mouth a little longer before he couldn’t hold it any longer.

Now he knew Mackenzie was right: Hailey was good. Really, really good. She was yet to experience her own orgasm, seemingly taking pleasure in giving first Mackenzie and now Jarno their own orgasms without any concern for her own. His eyes travelled down her face to her breasts and belly. That’s a damn sexy belly. You should see it when it’s squirming, when I make her cum. Mackenzie’s words rang true at that precise moment. And her tongue stud was touching him in all the right ways.

The sudden realisation that his lust for Hailey was overcoming him made him glance concerned to what Mackenzie would make of all this. But he needn’t have worried. The purple haired girl seemed to be having the time of her life, watching Hailey’s blowjob with interest.

Catching Jarno looking at her, she smiled with glee and got on her knees next to her friend. Getting underneath Hailey’s chin, Mackenzie stuck out her tongue and made contact with his balls.

‘Fuck!’ He cried out, quickly following it up with a moan as she sucked his scrotum into her mouth. Hailey hadn’t stopped working on his cock either and the combined efforts of both friends were making his self-control slip completely.

Hailey’s tongue just didn’t stop in place. It was constantly sliding around his head, teasing from different angles. With a loud slurping sound, she pulled him from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting his penis and her lips. He could tell she was deliberately avoiding breaking it as she flashed him a fake innocent smile. It was move straight out of a porn movie, but her flawless execution of it would have left many porn stars jealous.

‘Liking everything so far, stud?’

Jarno nodded quickly, feeling a little ridiculous and making Hailey giggle.

‘Let me know when you’re about to go off. I want to try something.’

‘Okay…’ He replied with a groan as she put him inside her mouth again. Though only his waist was picked up by the camera, he suddenly remembered that it probably wasn’t a good idea to speak while it was on.
During the exchange, Mackenzie never stopped sucking on his balls, which now felt completely drenched. Maybe he was exaggerating the feeling in his mind, but his senses were too overwhelmed. In fact, it only took Hailey four bobs of her head to put Jarno to the point of no return.

His nails dug into the palms of his hands and he barred his teeth, yet he managed to give the blonde girl two warning taps on the shoulder.

She quickly got off and pushed Mackenzie from her oral pleasuring of his bollocks until she was also staring right at Jarno’s penis where Hailey’s right hand was jacking him off furiously. Both girls were grinning up at him, their cheeks pressed together.

‘Go ahead, lover boy! Come on! Cum all over our faces…’

The words coupled with the image of both girls looking at him with their mouths open wide was the last straw. With a deep-throated bellow, he felt himself erupting. His hot seed splashed against Hailey’s face before his cock was directed at Mackenzie and hit her as well. Hailey’s hand made his rock hard member shoot both her and her friend in equal amounts.

An incredible amount of sperm was covering the two beautiful faces before Jarno was finally out. They took a deep breath at the same time, the liquid travelling down to their necks as they did so. Looking to each other they giggled, before making sure the camera was getting a good view when they fell onto each other’s lips.

Their arms wrapped around each other and their different sized chests pressed together. His cum was being rubbed and smeared across their skin. It was an incredible sight Jarno knew he’d never forget in his life, as he let himself pop out of shot into his chair again.

Mackenzie was the first to break the kiss and began kissing, sucking and nibbling her way across Hailey’s face, not letting a single drop of Jarno’s seed remain there. Her mouth then moved to her friend’s neck, before descending further to her petite chest, where her tongue moved over the erect needful nipples.

Not for the first time that day, Jarno felt an urge to nurse on Hailey’s small perky bosom. Though completely different from Mackenzie’s large one, it certainly had an irresistible appeal to it. He felt a little disloyal for his thoughts, but he remembered that the girl with the purple locks had been the one to insist on him doing this, and judging by her enthusiastic response after his orgasm she hadn’t changed her mind.

Now, Hailey was the one to push her friend backwards, and repeat all of the kissing, sucking and nibbling. Very soon there wasn’t a single evidence of Jarno’s gigantic orgasm on either of them. They were still moving together, though.

It was unmistakable from where he was watching that Hailey was grounding her pussy on Mackenzie’s. The blonde girl had given both of the other two incredible orgasms, so she was understandably craving her own release.

Mackenzie raised one of knees. ‘On my thigh, please. I’m way too sensitive there, baby.’

Hailey shifted her position and humped her friend’s leg with abandon. She kept her eyes shut tight, as she mewled with her building pleasure. Mackenzie took her nipples between her fingers and pulled on them.

‘That’s it, babe.’ She cooed to her friend. ‘Hump that leg. You’ve earnt it today! You fucked my little pussy so well…’

‘Agh!’ Hailey croaked out when a pleasure spike hit her.

‘And you got to blow the stud you’ve been craving since you met him. Didn’t you?’ The blonde girl didn’t respond, still focussed on her humping. ‘Didn’t you?’ Mackenzie asked again, pulling harder on the nipples.

‘Yes!’ She reacted loudly.

‘And he came all over you. You loved the taste of his cum, didn’t you?’

‘Yes!’

‘But you still want him to fuck your pussy…’

‘Oh, yeah…’ Hailey sped up her grinding, and Jarno felt the hairs on his neck stand on end again as the squishy sound of her wetness on Mackenzie’s legs reached his ears.

‘You want him to cum right up there when he’s buried in you, huh?’

‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck!’

Hailey’s entire body rocked the both of them, as she shook with the aftershocks of pleasure that coursed through her, until she finally slumped back onto her friend.

‘So that was different than usual, but I think you guys aren’t complaining are you?’ Mackenzie asked the audience, looking into the camera.

The chat section clearly agreed, as Hailey purred like a content kitten.

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Mackenzie couldn’t stop giggling.

‘You’re dancing…’ She told him for the forty-third time in the past hour.

‘Very astutely observed.’ Jarno replied, his arms at her waist, feeling happy.

In the morning he would have to go and catch his plane, but tonight, by Mackenzie’s suggestion, they’d gone to a club. They had spent every second of their time on the dance floor, glued to each other and drinking freely. Almost freely. Jarno didn’t want to spend five hours of flight hungover so he’d stopped buying drinks about an hour before.

Mackenzie had not, and since he was almost sure she was one shot away from being sick, he told her they should go home and sleep.

‘Noooo… Aren’t you enjoying this?’ She slurred the words slightly and ground her crotch against his not too subtly.

‘I am enjoy-‘

‘Your hands on my body, me caressing you… On second thought, you’re right, let’s go home, I want to fuck your brains out.’ Without any hesitation, she pulled him to the exit, before pulling over a cab and tumbling in.

It was potentially the weirdest cab drive of Jarno’s life. First, Mackenzie had greeted the cabbie with a grin so large he must have thought his body would be found at the bottom of a river, after being decapitated. Then, she had not so silently insisted on getting in Jarno’s pants. And when that hadn’t worked, she made sure she described in detail what she would do once they were home.

Once the cab stopped in front of her building, she actually skipped across the pavement to the front door. Jarno paid the man and apologized for the spectacle.

‘No worries, man. Sounds like you’re in for a ride, dude!’ He told him, with a grotesque smile.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Jarno helped Mackenzie up the stairs, before closing her apartment door behind them.

‘Okay, sex me up.’ Mackenzie said, leaning against the wall in what she obviously assumed was a seductive pose.

Oh, Christ…

‘Okay, Mac, come on, we need to sleep…’

‘We can sleep once we’re dead.’ She informed him, clumsily grabbing and kissing him. The taste of gin met him, slightly too intense. Not wanting to have to bother with arguing with someone who was completely pissed, he discreetly moved the both of them into the bedroom.

‘Where’s your sleeping clothes?’ He asked, sitting on the bed.

‘I don’t have them.’ She grinned at him, even though he knew she had a sports bra and shorts to sleep with. ‘I like being naked. Do you like me being naked too?’

‘I like you all the time.’

‘Aww, you’re so sweet… I think you’ve earned a nice reward.’

Her hands tried to reach for his belt but he pulled them away.

‘Stop.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you’re drunk, Mac.’

‘No, ‘m not.’ She slurred.

He sighed. ‘I bet you can’t even tell the time right now.’

‘Yes, I can.’ She turned to her alarm clock. ‘I’m not drunk, dude.’ She informed it.

Trying his best to stifle his laughter, Jarno covered his face with a hand. ‘That, uh, that was very literal, honey.’

‘Thank you. Can we fuck now?’

‘No!’

‘What’s the problem with me being drunk?’

‘You probably won’t even remember it tomorrow morning.’ Jarno told her, not understanding why she was making his refusal seem petty.

‘But you will. Besides it’s not like you’re not sure if I really mean it when I say I want to fuck you! It’s not like I’ve been a nun around you every other time.’ Mackenzie petulantly told him.

‘Mackenzie, say whatever you want. I am not going to have sex with you tonight.’ He said, no longer playful.

It seemed to shake her out of her drunken playfulness. Jarno turned and began to undress himself until he only had his boxers on. When he looked back Mackenzie was still in the same spot, looking at some far away point in the corner of her room.

‘You’re not going to come back. That’s why I wanted to fuck you tonight.’

‘What?’ Jarno asked, confused.

‘Deep and meaningful people only fuck someone like me to have a nice story to tell about an adventure. We both know there’s not going to be a next time.’ Mackenzie told him, not sad or emotional in any way, but in the dispassionate tone drunks used when they were unknowingly emptying their true thoughts. She was swaying, unable to maintain her sitting position for long.

He kneeled in front of her, so that she was looking slightly down at him.

‘You’re not a story for me to tell, Mackenzie. First opportunity I get I am coming straight back here to knock on your door, because quite frankly I can’t get enough of you.’

Her eyes searched his face for a few seconds before she giggled.

‘Did you just tell me you’re in love with me?’ Mackenzie giggled some more and let herself fall down on the bed. ‘Oh man, I’m way too drunk to remember it tomorrow…’ She looked up, her over-the-top excitement back. ‘Are you sure I can’t at least blow you or something?’

‘Sleep.’ Jarno told her, smiling at her.

‘Fine.’ She mumbled, before taking all of her clothes off and lying her head on her pillow. ‘C’me ‘ere…’

Concerned for what she would try to pull Jarno complied wearily but needn’t have worried: she buried her nose in his neck and instantly fell asleep.

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Mid-Point

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‘Give me one more.’

The barman eyed her wearily. Mackenzie was almost sure he was taking in her clothes and wondering if she was actually over twenty-one, and therefore allowed to drink. He appeared to prefer not to know and gave her another shot.

She looked at it, using her index finger to absent-mindedly trace the top of the shot glass. It was a shaky image, probably because she was quite over her usual drink count. Maybe even more than when she went dancing with Jarno.

Nope, not thinking about him. He was the reason she was drinking away her evening today. Fuck him, fuck him coming back today, fuck him. Stopping her fiddling with the glass, she took it and drained it in one gulp, grimacing as it went down. And fuck me for getting Prince Charming fantasies like a stupid little girl.

One month after dancing drunk with Jarno, Mackenzie wasn’t sure what had come over her for the time he’d been around. Her mind convinced her it was absolutely impossible to be a future there. That any reasonable attempt at something more with him was a stupid naïve idea.

Of course the fact that sex with him had been amazing had clouded her judgement. She could tell this, now that she wasn’t blinded by his closeness, his kisses, his caresses… Snap out of it!

‘Another!’ Mackenzie ordered again, a note between her fingers. The note was removed and another drink was placed in front of her.

Jarno had confided in her that he’d had a high school sweetheart of sorts. Mackenzie could imagine two inexperienced Italian teenagers slowly learning how to please each other and falling in love. It annoyed her. That kind of man wasn’t going to give up that lifestyle to adapt to hers.

What was she expecting? The next time he had a gala she would be his plus one? The F1 driver and the slut. Wouldn’t that have made for a dent in his public image. A dent he’d never take. He’d had an out of character adventure and would now move on.

Maybe in a few years’ time, when he would be happily married, to some swimsuit model or actress, he and his wife would share with each other, after a fun night at a fancy dress party, their early dating alternative relationships and Jarno would mention the tattooed cam girl with the torrid romps and the blowjob with her tattooed and pierced friend. And the wife would giggle, stunned by his audacity and make drunken love to him.

Another glass drained, another grimace. Instantly a fresh one was placed alongside the empty one.

‘Good, you’re learning.’ She informed the barman, searching for money.

‘Actually, it’s an offer from the guy over there.’

Following his finger, she saw a random twenty-something smiling her way. The wild sleazebag follows the scent of sad looking drunk girl…

She grabbed the barman’s arm. ‘Give it back to him. Then, bring me a drink I’ll pay for.’

‘Do you want me to tell him something?’

‘Tell him I’d sooner have the dicks of the three guys next to him in my mouth than the drink he offered.’

He laughed, shaking his head and returned the drink to the man, who looked stunned at her. She flipped him off and he angrily left the bar, as Mackenzie returned to her silent musings.

Mackenzie had kept receiving texts from Jarno for a while, talking about mundane things and just showing polite interest to not appear sleazy, or like he was fucking her and leaving, she’d guessed.

She was sure of this right to the day where she’d opened her front door and saw him again for the first time since that drunken dance. Today.

Hey was the only thing he told her before he kissed her, and she stiffened in surprise, wide-eyed. I’ve missed you was the second thing out of his mouth. Jarno appeared to take her stunned, speechless self as something he’d expected from his surprise appearance.

She eventually found her voice and they ended up going for a walk, his hand taking hers along the way. Mackenzie realised they’d never done that before and that just overall he was behaving much chummier than the last time they’d met.

The new shot glass appeared and she took it instantly.

As they had sat down outside a small coffee shop, Mackenzie was assaulted by a concern she’d also had just after he left. She remembered the drinking and the dancing, and how she wanted him to fuck her. She had a few disperse images of him refusing (because of course he did, the cock blocking shit, served her right for thinking fucking deep and meaningful was a good idea), but was almost certain they’d talked about something more but couldn’t find it in her brain.

Her concern for what she could have possibly said during those minutes had fuelled the days after he was gone. There hadn’t been a chance to try to ask him what it was, because she’d slept through the morning and found only a note saying he’d waited as long as he possibly could but that he’d had to leave or miss his flight.

Jarno being back, his behaviour and the forgotten conversation suddenly clicked and made sense. She’d seen it before, the “nice guys”, smugly wanting to “save” her. It hurt her more than she was prepared to admit that Jarno was in that category. Her stupid mind had tricked her into believing a hopeful stupid fantasy. A fight ensued very easily after that, as she lashed out in anger with herself and him.

‘What do you think this is, Jarno?’ She’d asked.

‘This…? What this is?’

‘Yes, what do you think is happening here? That I’m going to see the error of my ways and give up on camming because of you?’ Her tone was harsh; she was angry with herself for only realising then how much she liked him. It had created a blind spot for something Mackenzie should have foreseen.

‘I didn’t think anything about the future!’ He reacted, his brow furrowed, perplexed at the change in mood.

‘Because let me tell you,’ Mackenzie had continued, ignoring him. ‘this is not the first time someone’s tried to “save” me.’ She made a gesture with her fingers. ‘Do you think you’re the first person that I’ve fucked like that? Do you think you’re the first person I’ve fucked with Hailey? That you’re so special, huh?’

He seemed lost for words, but growing fury came to his aid.

‘That last night when we danced you told me that…’

‘Let me guess.’ She cut him off. ‘I either told you that I just had to have you or that I wanted one last fuck with you because you’d never return. Maybe both. I was trying to get laid, of course I said that!’

The lie came easily; such was her anger.

‘So, what, you’re going to be camming in your sixties?’ He’d asked scornfully.

Mackenzie leaned forward feeling her face form a scowl of pure rage.

‘That’s right! And I’ll be the best sixty-year-old woman fucking herself for the pleasure of an anonymous audience in the world!’

She got up and stormed out.

‘Mac, wait-‘ Jarno followed and she’d felt his hand on her arm.

‘Do not fucking touch me!’ Mackenzie shouted and he let go instantly, as if he’d burned himself touching her. ‘We’re done.’

When she turned to leave, Jarno just stood there, watching her retreating form.

‘Give me another!’ She grunted angrily, back in the present.

This time the barman looked as though he might argue against it, but, before he could say something, someone put an arm gently across Mackenzie’s shoulders and spoke.

‘I think that’s enough drinks for now, thank you.’ Hailey told him.

‘No, they’re not…’ The purple haired girl slurred.

‘I’ll let you have another one if you can walk on your own.’

Mackenzie opened her mouth and closed it again.

‘You win this round.’ She told her friend, throwing an arm around her to have her take some of her weight.

‘See you around, Vic.’ Hailey told the barman. ‘Thanks for letting me know she was here.’

‘Anytime, H.’ He replied.

‘You traitor, Vic…’ Mackenzie muttered under her breath, making him chuckle. ‘We’re gonna go home and fuck.’ She informed Hailey.

‘Not while you’re drunk.’

‘Yes, we are!’ The purple haired girl said angrily and way too loudly, her friend’s words reminding her much too annoyingly of Jarno’s. ‘We’re gonna go home and you’re going to put your strap-on and fuck me!’

‘Shhh!’

‘I could help you girls out with that if you want, sweetie.’

It was one of the men Mackenzie had said she’d rather blow than take the angry twenty-something’s drink.

‘Touch her and I’ll break your fucking fingers, fuckboy!’ Hailey snarled at him, causing him to take a few steps back.

They left the bar and walked along the pavement and Mackenzie started to giggle.

‘You’re so badass!’

‘And don’t you forget it.’ Hailey replied, kissing the other girl’s cheek as they went home.

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Part 3 of 4 | “Love never dies. It fizzles out maybe but it stays there in your heart buried by emotions controlling you.” |

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There were two very distinct noises as the two girls entered the apartment. One of them groaned as she shuffled her feet towards the couch, falling inelegantly onto it with a groan. The other followed behind, closing the door, and happily skipping along to the kitchen, humming contently as she poured herself a glass of water.

‘What are you so fucking cheerful about?’ Mackenzie complained, her voice muffled against the couch.

‘Wow, Miss Sunshine enjoyed her workout…’ Hailey replied.

‘What normal person enjoys a workout?’

Hailey’s reply was to push her onto the floor, taking the vacated space on the couch. She stretched out, with a look of contentment that annoyed Mackenzie.

‘You are the laziest shit I’ve ever known, Mac. One run, that I’ve had to practically drag you to do, and- Bitch, get off! Bitch, get off! Bitch, get off!’

Although Hailey’s screeches were meant to sound furious, they came out in a weird unnatural laugh, as Mackenzie had gotten back up and started to tickle her friend under her armpits. The blonde girl tried to buck her off without success, until finally managing to restrain the other woman’s arms. They were now with their limbs locked, stuck to each other.

‘Nice view…’ Hailey commented, her face just under Mackenzie’s chest, a large amount of skin visible since she was only wearing a sporty black top.
‘Thanks.’

‘Your boobs are so good, they’re annoying me.’

‘Oh, don’t give me that! That six-pack seems like a very nice compensation.’

‘I had to work for this six-pack, you just happened to naturally grow those melons. In fact, coming to think of it, that’s another example of how lazy you are.’

Mackenzie started to protest and raised a hand as if to reinforce her point. It was a mistake, since that meant Hailey now had a free arm. She pinched one of the purple haired girl’s nipples with just a little too much strength. When Mackenzie gasped and lifted herself slightly to get away, Hailey used both arms and legs to push her over the back of the couch.

Flat on her back, Mackenzie saw Hailey’s head appear from the top of the couch with an innocent smile.

‘No mercy.’ She said. ‘Also, you stink. Go shower.’

Grunting and getting herself back up, Mackenzie heard the sound of her roommate turning on the TV on her way to the bathroom. She took off her sweaty clothes, feeling the muscles of her legs ache with each movement. The shower was warm and cosy and she spent way too much time under it before finally drying herself.

Going into her room, she opened her drawers. She still wanted to go out before going to sleep and so she put on jeans, leather boots and a long-sleeved shirt. Mackenzie had just picked up a beany when she heard Hailey.

‘Mac! Mac!’

Mackenzie ran back into the living room, thinking something important was happening.

‘What is it?’ She asked, looking around.

Merely grinning, Hailey pointed to the television screen.

An image of Nascar cars racing around an oval track appeared. A newsman was narrating it.

‘… it was a very close finish in the end, with victory for Tony Stewart. The big talking point after the race was the incident between Greene and F1 driver Jarno Merlo, who was announced as a last minute participant.’

Two cars were shown in a reply close together. Jarno was in front of the Greene guy, who made an overtaking move that looked straight out of a bumper car track. It ended with Jarno hitting the wall, and Greene continuing without any problem.

‘Although unhurt, Merlo was furious with his opponent and launched a complaint with the race director, who took no action. And that didn’t leave Merlo any happier, as you could tell by his post-race interview.’

Jarno appeared on the screen, looking very menacing indeed, no trace of the natural friendliness Mackenzie had known him to have.

‘Basically I’ve gone to the stewards and they see nothing wrong with shoving someone at two hundred miles an hour into the wall, so there you go…’ He muttered with anger.

One of the men with microphones asked a question. ‘John Riley, Greene’s team boss said that his driver did nothing wrong, and that you were and I quote “witnessing real racing for the first time and being out of your depth”. What’s your response?’

‘John Riley isn’t fit to clean any Formula 1 team bosses’ shoes, let alone lead an F1 team, so I couldn’t give two shits what he thinks.’ Jarno replied, with a look of disgust.

There was stunned silence, before the next question. ‘It was always going to be difficult coming into something as different as NASCAR for someone used to circuit racing, wasn’t it, Jarno?’

He turned his eyes towards the man questioning him and stared for a few seconds.

‘There are some differences. For example, attempted murder here is called healthy racing. I guess they’re so used to using 100% of their brain to turn left, that they neglected to leave some function for common sense.’ His tone was humourless. ‘Excuse me.’ He left, leaving the journalists begging for more questions behind.

The images continued with an interview with Greene, who was smugly suggesting that the sport was too much for an F1 driver.

Hailey whistled.

‘Holy shit, lover boy has a dark side… Yummy. Does he, like, growl when you fuck him?’

‘Not in my experience.’ Mackenzie replied, going to back into her room.

‘And, uh, when did you last experience it?’

Even inside her room, Mackenzie could hear the mischief in Hailey’s voice.

‘I don’t kiss and tell.’

‘Yes, you do. We always do. Why aren’t you coughing it up?’

Having picked up her beany in her room, Mackenzie went back into the living room again. Her friend was somewhere between amused and annoyed.

‘Not for a while.’ She told her.

‘Why not?’

‘It was just a fun casual thing and now it’s over.’

‘Oh come on…’ Hailey scoffed.

‘What?’

‘The two of you have got it so bad for each other.’

‘Had. And now it’s over.’ Mackenzie completed with finality.

‘Bullshit.’

‘No, it isn’t.’

Hailey looked at her with her head tilted slightly to the left.

‘Okay, then tell me this. How many guys have you been with since the last time with him?’

‘That… That doesn’t mean anything.’

‘How many?’

Mackenzie sighed. ‘None.’

Hailey smiled triumphantly.

‘And there you go. In fact, I think you haven’t had sex with anyone but me since you and lover boy stopped doing it.’ When Mackenzie blushed guiltily, the blonde girl continued. ‘You know, I like you Mac, but I’m not sure I want to fill the sexy Italian’s shoes…’

The other girl just stared.

‘Fuck you.’ She said, walking out of the apartment and smashing the door behind her.

A couple of hours later, she was heading back home from a walk that had led her to aimlessly travel through the city looking at the windows of a thousand different shops. Mackenzie had also considered eating at an Italian place, but since she was irrationally annoyed at the country for the moment, she went into a Korean place instead.

The walk had done her good, but it also made her curse herself. The look of surprise on Hailey’s face when she’d told her to fuck off, for example. They were always teasing each other with comments like the one her friend had thrown at her; why did she react like that this time?

Maybe because it struck her a little too close to home. Ever since her argument with Jarno, she’d started to crave some relief, and had satisfied it with Hailey, both on and off camera. She’d done so many times before after breakups, but never for this long. And that was the problem. First and foremost, Hailey was her friend, not her lover. They had fun together, but they weren’t a couple.

In the previous weeks, Mackenzie had begun to wonder if she hadn’t been imposing herself a little too much on her friend. Although she was most likely joking, Hailey’s words had concerned her. She needed to abstain from fucking the blonde girl. Ideally, she could find someone else to fuck, but until then her horniness would have to be kept in check.

As she collected her thoughts, Mackenzie realized she was almost home again. She looked at her watch. 11:30 PM. Midnight snack at Mike’s diner? Absolutely. Or maybe you’re a wuss who’s delaying having to talk to Hailey again… The thought came from her usually quiet conscience. She shut her down like she did most times.

Just five minutes later, she was looking at the place. It still felt like the nice refuge from confusion that it felt when she first entered it years before. From what she could tell it was mostly empty which suited her just fine, since her first priority was some peace and quiet. Entering the diner, those hopes were very quickly extinguished, as she saw Jarno in a corner booth, looking out the window with an empty gaze.

Mackenzie felt her feet completely frozen in place. Jarno was oblivious, appearing lost in thought. She could just leave. Leave and avoid a conversation she didn’t want to have. Leave and never know what they had to say to each other (if anything). With slow, slightly unsure steps she walked towards him.

Something about her movements attracted his attention, and he turned his head towards her. His expression changed to one of surprise, before going back to something she couldn’t identify.

‘Hey.’ She greeted.

‘Hey.’

That’s it?

‘Wasn’t expecting to see you here.’

‘Yeah, well… It’s been a long day and I felt like cheating my usual eating habits. This seemed like the best place to do it.’ He said, taking a bite out of the burger in front of him. He was laying down, with his feet on the seat across.

So,” I’m not here for you”, is that the subtext, Jarno?

‘You couldn’t find another place to eat junk food in the city of New York?’ Mackenzie asked him, raising an eye brow.

‘Maybe I just enjoy Mike’s company.’

‘Really? Does he enjoy yours?’

‘I don’t know, it’s difficult to tell which of his grunts are happy grunts…’

Mike hurriedly passed past the both of them that exact moment with his hands full of dishes. ‘I heard that, pretty boy.’ He said without looking. ‘And they ain’t happy grunts.’

‘No, Mike, don’t go.’ Jarno said in a calm tone, also not looking at the other man. ‘I think we have something too special to break up this way.’

Lowering the dishes behind the counter, Mike grabbed with one hand a dessert and as he headed to the table that ordered it, flipped off Jarno with his free hand on the way.

‘Oh, well. Guess I’ll have to find somewhere else to eat food that’ll give me heart burn.’ He told Mackenzie, as he chewed.

‘It appears so. Would you mind if I sat down with you on your last visit?’

A momentary look of surprise crossed his features. Mackenzie didn’t know why she’d asked it either. He removed his feet from the seat in front of him. ‘Please do.’ He gave her a shy sideways smile.

Sitting down, Mackenzie saw him up close for the first time in months. On TV his beard had seemed less bushy than it was in person. His smile seemed less at the ready than before and his bigger facial hair seemed to give him a “troubled-hot-guy” look. She preferred him in the carefree, clean-shaven version. But, damn, he’s still such nice eye candy!

They were staring at each other. What was he thinking?

‘I’m sorry but I gotta ask… NASCAR? You?’

‘I know.’ He grimaced. ‘It’s a long story.’

‘I have time.’

‘Okay, then it’s an embarrassing story that I’d really rather not tell.’

‘Oh.’ Well, that was unexpected.

‘What are you having?’ Jarno asked, effectively changing the subject.

‘I dunno. Just thought I’d come in here for a midnight snack.’

‘Want to share a dose of bacon, eggs and fries?’

‘Wow, you’re really going all out on cheating your diet.’ Mackenzie grinned.

‘I try my best. Or worst, in this case.’

He called Mike over with a hand gesture and ordered. As he was ordering, Mackenzie’s stomach decided to grumble in protest. She blushed. When Mike went back behind the counter, Jarno pushed his half-eaten burger to her side of the table.

‘Go ahead, eat the rest of mine while we wait.’

‘That’s okay, I can wait.’

‘You’re hungry and I’m just full with a sweet tooth. Go for it. If I had cooties you would have caught them by now!’ He added in an annoyed tone, looking out the window.

Without looking away from him, Mackenzie took a bite out of the food she’d been offered.

‘That was a strangely inoffensive way of saying “you’ve had your tongue in my mouth”…’ She muttered dryly.

Jarno gave a small laugh, looking back at her.

‘I guess so. So, what have you been up to?’

‘Hmm, not that much. I’m sure you’ve been living a more exciting life than me…’

His look didn’t change.

‘I’d still like to know.’

She regarded him for a few moments.

‘Not much is different. Except, uh, that I’ve been kind of practicing my drawing again.’

‘Again?’

‘I used to draw all the time, growing up, and I kind of stopped doing it for a while. I missed it.’

‘Cool.’

‘I think so too. I’ve been saving up for a while now to get enough to start in college next year. I mean, there’s also a couple of pre-admission tests I’ll have to go through, but I’m confident.’

‘That’s great, Mac!’ Jarno beamed at her.

She felt herself blush under his attention.

‘Anyway, what about you? How’s the first season of being an F1 superstar going for you?’

Mike arrived with their food just as Mackenzie ended the rest of Jarno’s meal. Once he was gone, Jarno responded.

‘It’s going okay.’ He said with a shrug.

‘Okay?’ Mackenzie asked, lifting an eyebrow. ‘You gave an interview half a year ago when you were drooling about joining that team, and now you say it’s “okay”?’

‘It’s been better than thank okay.’ Jarno smiled, lifting his open hands in surrender. He sighed as if he was too embarrassed to say it. ‘I won three of the first five races and I’m leading the championship.’

‘Holy shit! Congrats!’

He bowed his head slightly as they continued to devour their recently arrived food.

‘You’re so shit at taking compliments.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Well, at least you took this one well…’ His eyes narrowed playfully. ‘There’s something else that’s happened. My dear parents got in touch.’

He furrowed his brow, which Mackenzie assumed to mean he’d understood what potential talk they’d had.

‘What happened?’

‘They said they wanted me to cease my life of common prostitute and go back home where they will find someone selfless enough to want to marry a girl as worn out as myself.’

‘Holy fuck…’ Jarno whispered, looking horrified.

‘Oh, don’t worry. They do this phone call once a year. It’s almost a tradition by now.’

She could tell he wanted to comfort her but thought better of touching her. Well, she had told him not to touch her the last time they saw each other, and he seemed to take the advice to heart. That thought made her go back to the fight and that this was the first time they were together since. It was a rather unpleasant memory.

Jarno seemed to settle for a half-smile. ‘Some people aren’t worth it.’

‘Don’t worry. I’ve known my parents are worthless for a long time. I’m not upset about it.’ She replied.

They finished the rest of the meal in silence. It should have felt awkward, but for some reason Mackenzie felt completely at ease during their wordless moment at the table.

They called Mike over to pay.

‘I got it.’ Jarno said, pulling out his wallet.

‘No, we’re splitting.’ Mackenzie protested.

‘Don’t worry, I got-‘

‘We. Are. Splitting.’

They looked at each other for a few seconds. Mike kept quiet.

‘Mike.’ Jarno called.

‘Yeah?’

‘We’ll split what we got since Mac arrived. But what you got me before she came I’m paying for alone. Including, that burger she ate, since it had my cooties.’

He looked at her innocently, and Mackenzie felt the corners of her lips quirking up.

‘Do I want to know what that means?’ Mike asked, as he took Jarno’s credit card.

‘No.’ Jarno and Mackenzie replied in unison.

‘Alright, then.’ The diner owner said, going away.

The two of them left the diner together and walked side by side. Mackenzie figured he was walking her home, and felt a little annoyed but didn’t say anything.

‘Hey, how’s Hailey, by the way?’ Jarno asked her.

‘Oh, she’s her usual shy, subdued self. Been over the moon lately because her channel’s been having some really good views.’

‘That’s nice for her.’

‘She’s still annoyed that she didn’t get to fuck your brains out, by the way.’

He let out a small laugh. They both stopped. They were at her building. Unlike the first date, Jarno hadn’t been caught out by the sudden stop, having seen it coming. Though, just like before, they both sat there smiling softly without knowing exactly what to do.

‘It was really nice to see you, Mac.’

‘It was nice to see you too.’

His lips pressed against her forehead and Mackenzie felt herself close her eyes, feeling his warmth.

‘I’ll see you around.’ Jarno whispered, and started to walk away.

Mackenzie gasped inaudibly, struggling to catch her breath. She opened her eyes slowly and saw his retreating form. Call him back. Call him back. The urge was strong but she steeled herself and took a deep breath to regain control. No. You know what he did to you. Shakily, Mackenzie started to climb her stairs.

Just as she was searching for her keys, her phone started ringing.

‘God fucking damnit!’ She muttered to herself. She picked it up and looked at the caller ID. She kept looking at it for quite some time, before looking to her left.

Yep. That’s definitely it. Jarno was a few feet away, looking at her with his phone pressed to his ear.

‘Hello.’ Mackenzie picked up, feeling rather silly.

‘I was an asshole.’ His voice reached her ears through her phone’s speaker. ‘When you told me you were camming, you said it had been an issue with other people, and I did the exact same thing because I was a complete asshole. I’m sorry, Mackenzie.’

He spoke quickly, his emotion clear. She took a deep breath and leaned against the railing of the stairs, feeling suddenly exhausted. Something finally made sense to her.

‘That’s why you entered that race you hate, isn’t it? To have an excuse to be here?’ No reply came from him, as he remained still with his phone in hand. ‘I mean, what is it? Do you feel guilty?’

‘Guilt didn’t make me join a stupid race across the world, Mackenzie. I missed you. That’s why I came.’

A very long silence established itself between the two of them, as a massive array of internal struggles went through Mackenzie’s head. Jarno was waiting patiently for her. He saw, after quite a bit, some sort of resolution passing through her mind.

‘Thanks for calling.’ Mackenzie told him, not looking at him, but looking instead to the bottom of the stairs of her building. ‘I don’t suppose you’re anywhere nearby…’

Since she wasn’t looking, she had no idea what his face looked like when he said: ‘You’d be surprised.’

‘Would you mind stopping by my place, then?’

‘Okay. I could drop by in a couple of minutes.’

‘See you in a bit, then.’ She told him, hanging up.

Patiently, Mackenzie waited until his footsteps reached her ears. Jarno came into view, as he climbed the steps, and she went to the top one. When he was just two steps below, looking up at her with a look of amused curiosity, she grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him hungrily. Her tongue slithered through his mouth for the first time in months and she felt herself moan.

Jarno recovered from the surprise quickly and kissed her back with fervour, though he was letting her lead. After what seemed like forever the kiss just naturally ended, the both of them regaining their breath with their foreheads and noses pressed together.

‘I think I kind of missed you too…’ Mackenzie muttered dryly.

‘You are incredible, Mackenzie.’ He whispered to her, holding her sides tenderly, his thumbs softly caressing her through her clothes.

She smiled, feeling the heat of his body against hers, as well as his distinctive scent filling her senses. Then, she remembered she couldn’t have all the fun she wanted.

‘I’d love to ask you to come upstairs and have some fun but unfortunately I can’t…’

‘Oh?’

‘I’m on my period.’

‘That’s okay, Mac. I’m sure we’ll find some time to-‘

‘But I can offer you a night’s sleep in my bed.’ Mackenzie offered, feeling instantly childish and tracking back. ‘If you want to. I figured it would be better than a cold hotel bed…’

‘Do you want me to? Sleep next to you?’

She opened her eyes and noticed Jarno was watching her. You know what, I do. She realized. I want to sleep next to this hunk of a man tonight, damnit! Annoyed at herself for blushing, Mackenzie nodded shyly.

‘I’d really like that too.’ He replied, flashing her with the sweet smile she’d gotten used to from him.

‘Come on.’ She grabbed hold of his hand and opened her building door with the other.

They made their way through her apartment door, tiptoeing, as Mackenzie explained to him, to avoid waking Hailey up in case she was in her bedroom. She was, and so they silently got into Mackenzie’s room where they got ready for bed. It was in a casual comfortable silence that they stripped in front of each other to their underwear.
Mackenzie also went to her bathroom to change her tampon before joining him in bed. They turned to each other, lying on their sides.

‘Just in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not very good at this whole relationship thing.’ She confessed.

‘Well, this one is a little different than usual.’ He smiled.

‘I don’t really know what usual is, I, uh…, I’ve never really been in one before.’

‘That’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’ve only had one, so it’s not like I have a lot more experience than you…’

‘One? The high school sweetheart?’

‘Something like that.’

‘Was it nice? Being in a relationship?’

‘Most of the time.’

‘And at the… least of the time?’

‘That’s when we broke it off.’

Jarno started to play with a lock of her hair absent-mindedly.

‘I just brought this up, because… I like you. And that never really happened to me before, okay?’ Mackenzie said, noticing the corners of his mouth quirk up. ‘And don’t say “I like you too”! You could be saying it just because I said it. Say it some other time!’

His smile widened. ‘Okay.’

‘And because I like you, it kind of freaks me out. I don’t want this to go too fast. Last time… it just felt really, really fast! I want to shamelessly fuck you without worrying about anything for quite some time, okay?’

‘Sounds like gruelling work, but I’ll try to endure.’ He replied, dryly. ‘Mackenzie, why didn’t you just tell me this then?’

She shrugged, a little embarrassed. ‘You were really at ease with how fast it was going, and I figured that meant you would get hurt if I said I didn’t like it.’

‘We go as fast as the slowest of us wants to go. That’s how relationships work. Otherwise, it’ll just fail. And that works both ways. How’s that? Sound good, going forward?’

It sounded perfect to her ears. She nodded with a soft smile.

Her tiredness, both physically from the run with Hailey and psychologically from her encounter with Jarno, was getting the better of her. Mackenzie leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. Relenting to an inner impulse, she buried her nose in his neck and inhaled deeply.

‘God, I missed your smell. I said that out loud, didn’t I?’

He laughed and they were silent for a long time. There was something Mackenzie needed to get off her chest, though.

‘Jarno?’ She whispered to check if he was sleeping.

‘What is it?’

She took a deep breath. ‘There hasn’t been anyone. Other than Hailey. Other than Hailey I haven’t been with anyone since… you know.’

He didn’t reply instantly.

‘I’d be lying if I said it didn’t like to hear that, but you know it wouldn’t matter if you did, right?’

‘I know. That’s exactly why I wanted to tell you. What about you?’

Jarno scoffed. ‘It’s cute that you think I’m actually good at finding a date…’

‘You got one with me…’

‘Still trying to figure out how I did that.’

‘By being yourself.’

There was a pause.

‘There hasn’t been anyone else either.’ He confessed to her.

Mackenzie felt herself smile childishly and they didn’t speak again until the sun was up.

///////////////

There was a heavy form above her. For a little while, in her sleepy state, she couldn’t quite understand what it was. Then the memories of the last twenty-four hours came rushing in. Mackenzie looked down at Jarno, smiling softly.

Almost his entire body was on top of her. He was on his side, his legs tangled in hers, his chest pressed to her right side, an arm circling her waist and, most endearing of all, his head was resting on her breast. It was like watching a small kid sleep with his favourite snuggle toy.

Reaching out, Mackenzie used the tip of her fingers to caress his temples and his bearded cheeks. She twitched her nose: she preferred him clean shaven. Why did he have this mellowing effect on her? The thought came a few minutes after, when she was still running her fingers through his face. Stupid deep and meaningful guy.

The stupid deep and meaningful guy twitched and held her tighter, which had seemed impossible.

‘You awake?’ Mackenzie whispered.

‘No.’ Jarno whispered back.

‘Who’s talking to me, then?’

‘Your conscience.’

‘My conscience has a deeper voice than I expected.’

‘Your conscience was assigned the wrong gender at birth and is undergoing a transitional period and would like you to stop shaming her.’

‘I was not shaming my transgendered conscience.’

‘Your conscience prefers to identify as gender queer.’

Mackenzie bit her lip to stifle the laugh that threatened to come out.

‘I’m sorry, gender queer conscience. Would it make you feel better if I fucked this guy’s brains out, conscience?’

‘I guess it couldn’t hurt…’ Jarno replied, getting his head off her breast so quickly she wanted to laugh. She leaned in and when he closed his eyes she hoped off the bed with a giggle.

He looked more amused then annoyed. ‘Your conscience thinks you’re evil.’ He told her, letting his head fall back onto the pillow and his eyes wander hungrily over her body.

‘My conscience is a bit of a pervert as well.’ Mackenzie scolded him, though she really liked his look.

Jarno closed his eyes and covered his whole body with the sheets. ‘Can’t argue with that…’

Heading to the kitchen, Mackenzie thought about returning the favour from months before and serve him breakfast in bed. Contrary to him, though, she was pretty shit at cooking anything, so rather than attempt to serve him some burnt pancakes, she opened the fridge door instead and fetched out the chocolate cake bought the day before and the milk bottle.

She took out two mugs from the top cabinet to her left and filled them up before putting them in the microwave. She’d just grabbed a knife from the top drawer and was beginning to prepare the slices of cake when a hand tapped her on the shoulder.

‘Rise and shine, conscience.’ Mackenzie said, closing her eyes and leaning her head on the shoulder behind her. With her free hand she pushed his lips to hers and kissed him. Were his lips always that soft? And where did his beard go? There was no way he’d had enough time to shave… She realized who she was kissing and stopped.

‘If I’m your conscience you are well and truly fucked.’ Hailey told her.

‘Not you. I thought… Never mind.’

‘What do you mean, not me? Who else-‘ Her expression began to slowly change from non-comprehension to an understanding grin. Without warning she bolted to the bedroom doors.

‘Hailey!’ Mackenzie hissed, making a move to go after her, but having to turn back for a second and drop the object in her hand, since chasing her roommate around the house with a knife in hand seemed a little over the top.

She reached the door to her bedroom just in time to hear Hailey saying: ‘Hey, lover boy!’

‘Yeah?’ Came Jarno’s muffled reply from under the sheets.

‘I’ll be back in a sec.’ Mackenzie said and closed the door again before taking a smiling blonde girl by the hand away from it.

‘You know, when I told you about not being with a guy I wasn’t expecting you to go and fish one for the next morning. Damn good hook up game, girl! High-five!’

‘I did not fish…’

‘I said high-five, Mac.’ Hailey interrupted. Mackenzie didn’t move. ‘Mackenzie I will feast on your corpse if you leave me hanging.’

With a sigh, the purple haired girl slowly returned the high-five.

‘Fuck yeah!’ The blonde cheered, looking annoyingly pleased with herself.

‘Are you done?’

‘Coming to think of it, you didn’t really pick him up, you already knew him.’

‘Seems not…’ Mackenzie muttered.

‘I mean do you have like a bat signal that just says “Lover Boy” that he responds to on notice?’

The memory of the Harley Quinn conversation crossed Mackenzie’s mind. ‘He just happened to still be in town.’

‘For you.’

A vehement denial was on Mackenzie’s lips but she hesitated. Which was a mistake.

‘Oh, my God… He was. I call shotgun on presiding the ceremony.’ Hailey clapped her hands in fake excitement.

‘No, you’re not.’

‘Yes, I am. You can get a certification on the internet, like, no problem.’

Bringing her hands to her face in annoyance, Mackenzie tried again.

‘It’s not a big deal, I just saw him at Mike’s and invited him to stay the night. That’s it! We didn’t even have sex!’

‘You brought a guy home and it wasn’t to have sex with him… Now, I know you’re in love.’ Hailey grinned, pinching her friend’s cheek.

It was no use. So she took the short silence to tell her something.

‘Look, I… I’m sorry about how I treated you last night. You were joking around like we always do and I took it too seriously. You didn’t deserve that reaction, I’m sorry.’

Hailey’s expression was devoid of mischief when she smiled at her friend.

‘Don’t worry about it, Mac. And for the record I felt like a bit of a dick after saying what I did.’

‘It’s just that subconsciously I’ve been thinking that I may be imposing myself on you since Jarno and I broke it off. I really like having fun with you, but before anything else you’re my friend. And maybe I was forgetting that.’

Hailey placed her hands on Mackenzie’s shoulders. ‘Having sex with you isn’t a chore, Mac!’ They both laughed. ‘And for the record, if I didn’t want to fuck you I would tell it to your face not by making a bitchy joke. Okay?’

‘Okay.’ Mackenzie agreed and they shared a rare tender hug.

‘Make sure you’re not too busy with lover boy, though would you?’

Feeling her smile widening further, Mackenzie hugged her friend a little tighter. ‘You bet.’

‘Oh, and Mac?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Bet you’re wishing you weren’t on your period right about now…’ Hailey teased before she slipped away with a smug grin and jumped to the front door to leave, chanting “No hot stud for Mackenzie!”. It had been too hopeful to believe they would remain serious with each other for more than a few seconds.

With a sigh, Mackenzie grabbed the knife and continued what she was doing. Setting up a tray for the both of them, she re-entered her room where Jarno was sitting down on the bed, lazily rubbing his eyes.

‘Gee, milk and cake. Thanks, mom.’

‘I can get you some burnt toast if you keep complaining.’

‘Just sayin’…’ Jarno said, his voice muffled as he started to eat alongside Mackenzie. ‘I took to searching your kitchen for a juice squeezer and you can’t be bothered to cook? How do you survive?’

‘On a diet of takeout, Mike’s food and Hailey’s cooking.’ Mackenzie replied, taking a gulp from her glass.

‘And you’ve survived this long?’

‘Thanks to junk food and no exercise.’

Jarno smirked.

‘I wish I could do that and not turn into Snorlax…’ He said. ‘That’s a fat Pokemon.’ He clarified after seeing Mackenzie frown.

‘I know it’s a Pokemon.’ Mackenzie replied half-amused, half-irritated. ‘It’s just that, ah…’ She looked suggestively up and down his naked muscled torso.

He swallowed the last bit of his cake before speaking. ‘Yeah, but this,’ He pointed his chest. ‘this is just because I have to workout every day. It’s what I have to do for my job, not because I’m addicted to fitness.’

‘Is it that important that you’re bulky to drive?’

Her mind was filled with a few overweight Nascar drivers she’d seen over the years on television.

‘Not to drive, per say.’ Jarno said, slightly surprised at her interest. ‘But it’s important to be fit enough to reach the end of the race without being exhausted. If I can keep my body’s pain from effort to a minimum it makes my job of focusing on the racing easier. And F1 presents other physical challenges, too…’

‘Like what?’ Mackenzie asked, drinking the rest of her mug and setting aside the tray, as the both of them were finished.

‘For instance, I’m tall for an F1 driver, which means more weight. More weight means less speed and we have a minimum weight that the car and driver have to be over at all times.’

‘But doesn’t the minimum weight help you?’

‘It’s actually quite a low weight.’ He answered, excited in his explanation now. ‘The other guys can be under it without much effort. I don’t. And I can’t exercise more than a certain amount. Otherwise I start gaining weight again: from muscle instead of fat. My PT and I have actually started to calm down on the sessions because of that.’

‘Look at me, I’m so fit I need to stop exercising…’ Mackenzie mocked him, and he made a face at her. ‘Anything else?’

‘Yeah, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but my neck is a bit bulky.’

Now, that he mentioned it she did notice it.

He continued: ‘I have special exercises to strengthen my neck muscles.’

‘What for?’

Looking at her for a moment, Jarno told her it was easier to demonstrate and instructed her to lie down with her head off the mattress. She did so. Then he told her to straighten out her neck. She fought gravity and did so feeling a slightly unpleasant sensation of strain.

‘That’s gravity pulling you down. 1G. In the high speed corners, an F1 driver has to fight back 5G, so we need to make sure we can handle that for two hours without twisting something important.’

The strain was becoming pain and so Mackenzie pushed herself back onto the bed with a groan. Jarno lay alongside her.

‘Somehow I don’t think you’ll be tackling high speed corners anytime soon…’ He muttered.

‘Very funny. For your information I was running yesterday afternoon with Hailey so I’m tired!’

‘If you ran more often you wouldn’t be tired.’

‘Shut up.’

‘I’m saying you’re lazy!’ He hissed in her ear.

‘Shut up.’

‘Lazy.’

‘Shut up.’ Mackenzie silenced him this time by kissing him. She twitched her nose and pulled away softly.

‘Sorry, breath?’ Jarno asked her.

‘No, no.’ Her hand felt around his beard. ‘Why did you decide to grow it?’

‘Not so much as decided… just… couldn’t be bothered to do it for a few days and then I’ve just trimmed it every few weeks.’ He replied. ‘Huh…’

‘What?’

‘Nothing. Just found amusing that both you and Daniela didn’t like me with a beard…’

It took her a moment to register what he was telling her.

‘Your high school sweetheart ex?’ She inquired.

‘Yeah…’ He looked down, before adding apologetically: ‘Sorry.’

‘What for?’ Mackenzie looked at him puzzled.

‘Talking about an ex.’

‘I don’t mind. Besides, she took care of training you really well and I get to reap the benefits. Maybe I should send her a thank you letter.’

‘I’ll be sure to provide the address.’ Jarno said before bringing her face to his.

Mackenzie pulled him away after a heartbeat. ‘Shave it off, buddy.’

‘I’m not your buddy, pal…’ He muttered into the sheets, looking like he was about to get comfortable on the bed again.

‘Shave.’ She pushed him until there was no more bed under him, though he softened the “fall” with his hands.

He grunted and got up. ‘Fine.’ He stopped on the way to the bathroom. ‘Do you have new razors left?’

‘Under the-‘

Getting up into a sitting position on her knees, Mackenzie felt like entertaining a sudden whim of her imagination.

‘Can I shave you?’

He raised an eye brow. ‘It’s not that the thought of you holding a sharp object to my throat doesn’t fill me with confidence, but have you done this before?’

‘For your information, my grandad was a barber and when I was eleven I got curious and asked him to teach me. And I spent three summers working at his barber shop!’

‘Alright, alright! You didn’t have to give me your resume… You can do it.’

‘Yeah!’ She jumped off the bed happily. ‘Take that chair and sit in the bathroom, I’m just gonna fetch something.’

When she walked into the bathroom, Jarno’s focused on the small straw box she was carrying.

‘What is that?’ He asked.

‘This,’ Mackenzie took off the lid and started removing the objects inside one by one. ‘is my barber tool kit that I got from Hailey as a joke for Christmas a few years ago. I never got to use it, obviously. And don’t worry, they’re all within their expiration dates.’ She added, before he could find any objections on the creams and gels she finished taking out of her box.

‘I didn’t say anything…’

‘But you were thinking it. Now,’ Coughing, Mackenzie started to point out each individual product. ‘we have here: pre-shave oil, traditional shaving cream, after-shave balm and a traditional foaming cleanser.’ She turned to Jarno. ‘I’m going to start off with the foaming cleanser and wet your face with some warm water and use the cleanser. Then, I’ll use the oil. It’s gonna lubricate your face and allow for a more comfortable and closer shave.

‘The I’ll lather your face with the traditional shaving cream, shave off the beard with a straight razor, and finally pop the after-shave balm on your skin. And if you’re lucky and find me in a good mood I may even give you a little scalp massage…’

Jarno said nothing, just looking up at her looking thoroughly amused.

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’

‘It was something.’

‘It was nothing. Sounds good, go ahead.’

She was about to when she remembered something. ‘I actually can’t, ’cause I forgot…’ Leaving the room, she checked the inside of the dryer. The clothes inside were still quite warm because it had just finished a cycle, which suited her nicely. She went into her room and took out two small towels from her wardrobe, placing one of them in the freezer and bringing the other back into the bathroom, and around Jarno’s neck.

It had been so long since the last time Mackenzie had done this, she almost forgot how much she had liked doing it during her teenage years’ summer holidays. She started by dabbing the brush into the hot water she’d just filled from the tap and applied it to her bearded “client”.

‘Warm the face up before we put on the foaming cleanser.’ She whispered.

Squeezing some foaming cleanser into her hands, Mackenzie stood behind Jarno as she started applying it with rotary movements until his face had no more foam, but merely looked shiny. She moved on to the oil and used just a few drops of it, starting to dab his face with a few rough movements of her fingers.

‘My grandad used some rough techniques on this part of the shave.’ She told him in an apologetic tone. ‘They work well but some I thought some were a bit too rough, so the worst ones I left out…’

‘That’s actually kind of nice.’ He told her, and she coupled the rough strokes with some soothing circular motions again.

Mackenzie exited the room for just a few moments to fetch a hot towel from the dryer. She held it in both hands open and pressed the middle of it to Jarno’s beard, before bringing the right end of it across his face and repeating the motion backwards with the left end. Jarno’s face was now fully covered with the exception of his nose.

‘Hold on to the face for a few moments to keep the heat on the beard area.’ She told him and did just that.

Leaving it on, she moved over to the box of her shaving kit and took out her straight razor, placing a new disposable blade on it. When she finished preparing it, she moved back behind Jarno and removed the towel. His eyes were still closed and he looked very much relaxed.

‘This is already a soft cream,’ Mackenzie said as Jarno opened his eyes to see what she was doing now. She did the tasks as she spoke them. ‘so I’m not going to lather it up in the pot. So what I’m actually going to do is put some hot water on the brush, make sure there’s no excess, dab it in, then add a little more hot water on the tips, on the cream… And I’m going to use your face as the shaving dish.’ He gave a half-laugh before closing his eyes again and she set to work.

‘Luckily your beard isn’t too big, otherwise I’d have to take really extra care to make sure it was getting to the skin underneath and not just the facial hair.’ She whispered again.

Grabbing the razor, she set to work, using her left hand to pull the skin when she needed to and using her right hand to do the shaving, periodically wiping the straight razor on the towel around Jarno.
‘I always front-hand shave. Some barbers prefer to back-hand shave…’

‘Does it make a difference?’

‘No. Down to barber preference.’ Mackenzie informed him. ‘Chin up, please.’

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of the blade passing on his skin, and she was also enjoying to see his clean-shaven face appear in front of her eyes again. After she was finished, she took care to feel around for any hair she may have missed with her fingers, running the blade again, though always careful not to shave against the direction of the hair.

Retiring to the kitchen to fetch the now cold towel from the freezer, Mackenzie held it in much the same way as she had done with the hot one.

‘Now, we need to close your pores. Normally, something with alcohol is used for that, but that’s a bit too aggressive on the skin for this sort of shave.’ Mackenzie informed him, grinning with anticipation for what she was about to do.

‘Okay…’ Jarno acquiesced, suspicion filling his features.

With one swift motion Mackenzie pressed the freezing towel to his recently shaved skin. Jarno gave a jolt and made a little grunting noise.

‘Merda!’

‘Language! My Italian isn’t that bad!’ She laughed. ‘Applying a soft cold surface is better than alcohol.’ She leaned in and whispered: ‘Though I usually let the client know it’s coming…’

‘I bloody hope so…’ He complained though she could feel him smile through her hands on the towel. She left it on for a while whilst she tidied up the rest of the objects she’d used. Stepping up to Jarno again, Mackenzie removed the towel, and wiped his face though avoiding to do it for long to make sure it didn’t heat up again.

Pouring a little after-shave soothing balm to her palms, Mackenzie applied a very thin layer of it on to the cheeks where the blade had been running across just a minute before. Her hands moved away from the area quickly for the same reason she’d avoided using the towel for too long.

Alternating between a soft touch and a hard touch, she started to run her hands through Jarno’s curly black hair, massaging his temples, his earlobes and neck. The recently clean-shaven Jarno was looking completely relaxed and were it not for the shy smile that was his resting face, Mackenzie would have wondered if he was sleeping.

Long gone was the troubled look she’d identified when they crossed paths at Mike’s Diner following months of not seeing each other.

Ceding to an impulse, Mackenzie went around him, never taking her hands off the black curls of Jarno’s hair. With incredible slowness, she placed her knees on either side of Jarno’s on the chair. He didn’t move, though she saw him swallow dry. She leaned into him until their noses touched softly in an esquimo kiss.

Then, he opened his eyes. Only a fraction. So that Mackenzie could see the points where the green in his pupils faded into brown. His hands moved at a crawl to her lower back, caressing her flesh, and that was the trigger to smother her lips against his.

It was perhaps their most sensual kiss ever. There had been fiery ones, small ones and the one they’d shared the previous night (which deserved its own special category on the longing behind it alone). But this one was a unique blend of unhurried lust. Mackenzie could have spent the entire day melting into him.

Mackenzie’s hands never left his hair, Jarno’s hands never left her waist, since there was no rush, no sense of urgency to see the other naked. They had so much time to do that now, after so long apart. Now was the time to savour. Savour his probing tongue. Savour his firm grip on her lower back. Savour the sweet friction against her increasingly aroused vagina. Oh, the friction…

His slowly hardening cock was proving to be a fantastic humping place for Mackenzie. She felt it twitching against her pussy despite the fabric of her panties and his boxer shorts. Suddenly, it became apparent to her that the idea of only kissing Jarno without her lust overtaking her was incredibly foolish. She had to have him. Immediately.

Letting her tongue drift purposely across his neck and his cheeks, Mackenzie felt him laugh.

‘I thought you weren’t going to heat my skin again.’ Jarno quipped.

‘Fuck that.’ She told him, smothering any possible reply by kissing him again. Hailey’s words rang in her ears, annoying her. Bet you’re wishing you weren’t on your period right about now… No hot stud for Mackenzie! No hot stud for Mackenzie! No hot stud for Mackenzie! Suddenly, she knew what she was willing to do. ‘Do you have a problem with blood?’

The meaning of her words didn’t quite seem to reach him.

‘No.’

‘I mean mine…’

Then it clicked in his head. He paused for a beat and then…

‘No.’

‘Thank God…’ She exhaled into his mouth and removed her panties, discarding her tampon into the bin. Thankfully he didn’t see her doing it. There was something awkward about doing it in front of a man, even Jarno. He really didn’t care, though, as he’d taken the time to remove his boxers.

‘Shower.’ She managed to sigh when his rigid shaft pressed her womanhood.

They stumbled together into her bath tub, turning on the shower. The water fell upon them both, as they thrashed around on the floor of the tub, attacking each other like they were hungry for the other. Their mouths didn’t even seem to care what they enveloped anymore, and Mackenzie sucked Jarno’s earlobe hard into her mouth, just as she felt herself being speared by his cock. The slight soreness was long forgotten in a haze of pleasure and she thought to herself how dumb she’d been thinking they could have gone slowly.

For once she was completely passive. There was something exhilarating about Jarno using his hardened body to do all the heavy lifting and fuck her with gusto. As her excitement mounted, Mackenzie couldn’t believe neither that she’d managed to go for so many months without experiencing him, nor that she’d spent that time convincing herself that this hadn’t been that good, when it most definitely was.

Holding tightly to each other, the two of them moaned their way to their mind shattering orgasms. For the first time in months Mackenzie felt a jet of warmth filling her belly, as Jarno’s spurting cock was tugged by her pulsating pussy. Their squirming eventually started to die out, as they gasped and sighed their way into something close to normal breathing.

With Jarno still inside her and his weight over her, Mackenzie felt complete bliss. There wasn’t a care in the world in her mind, not even the feeling of the liquids leaking from her as the penis inside her shrunk to its normal size.

After a while, when the heat of passion started to ebb away, Jarno removed himself from her. She winced but it wasn’t too painful. Her period soreness was much better than the previous night and Jarno had been careful so it didn’t feel much different. Though it was good thinking to have moved the activities to the bathtub because they were both dirty.

‘Sorry.’ She mumbled groggily at the sight of her blood on him.

‘What? Oh…’ He noticed the mess. ‘It’s just blood.’

‘Blood that came out of my…’

‘I know where it came from. I was there.’ He said smiling reassuringly. ‘Literally.’ He added playfully before gently kissing her forehead.

She smiled but didn’t move. She didn’t feel like she could be bothered to do so in the foreseeable future. Fortunately, Jarno seemed to have decided she didn’t need to. He turned the shower on, fine-tuned the temperature and sat down in the middle of the tub. He had her sit cross legged with her back to him, and washed and shampooed her purple locks.

Feeling her scalp massaged, Mackenzie closed her eyes and tipped back her head, taking it all in. Jarno used soft movements, almost as if she were sleeping and he was afraid to wake her up. And in a way that was true, since she felt like there was nothing existing but Jarno’s hands on her body.

After removing the last vestiges of shampoo, Jarno’s proceeded to rub the shower gel to his right over Mackenzie’s skin. She felt him lather it all over her, feeling herself smile as he took his time to massage her breasts thoroughly and biting her lip as he took a grip on her butt, using his fingers to put a little pressure on her asshole.

He didn’t push in, though. He moved on and started to clean her recently fucked pussy. Pushing the folds apart, Jarno used his fingers to force out the remaining combination of her natural fluids and his. If someone had told her a man would be doing this to her, especially on her period, she would have found it mortifying. The thing is that it wasn’t like that at all. Mackenzie’s trust in Jarno had reached a point where she felt nothing was too personal for him to witness.

Washing away the soap that lathered her skin, Jarno replaced the shower head above them again, letting the spray descend upon them as his fingers traced paths from Mackenzie’s neck to her back.

‘My turn.’ Mackenzie told him when she felt she was already abusing his giving mood for too long. ‘Stay down.’ Her best option, being smaller than him, was to stand upright behind him.

She shampooed his curly hair just as he’d done to her, before telling him to get up and lathering his skin in body gel. Her hands took their time caressing his six pack and his penis. Their shower had lasted for so long that Jarno’s shaft had had time to recharge, growing under her care. Mackenzie felt the heat in her palms, as she automatically started pumping it.

With her head cocked to one side, Mackenzie kept her eyes on the now fully engorged member as she rinsed off the gel from Jarno’s body. She paused, one hand still pulling the foreskin backwards and forwards. Her teeth were biting her lower lip. There was no way she would pass it off.

Going to her knees, Mackenzie pulled back the skin over his tip and sucked on it. Only one quick suck before taking it out and looking up at Jarno’s face. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. She smiled and engulfed him once more, thinking to herself why she didn’t suck him off the previous night. Just because she couldn’t (or think she couldn’t at the time, since she’d now fucked him on the rag) have orgasmed didn’t mean Mackenzie wouldn’t have enjoyed herself bringing him one.

Well, now she was about to bring him one. Her head bobbed up and down, her hands caressed his testicles gingerly, and she made sure her tongue moved quickly against the underside of his shaft. His breaths became deeper and deeper until she felt his balls tense in her hands as he started to cum.

It was much less cum than the amount he’d unloaded into her pussy, she could tell, and it didn’t cause her any problems to avoid dribbling it down her chin before gulping it all down. With one last kiss on the very tip of what had definitely become her favourite cock recently, Mackenzie went back up to her feet, just as Jarno opened his eyes again.

They shared one long kiss under the shower.

‘You know,’ Mackenzie said as they dried off. ‘all this lovey-dovey-haven’t-seen-you-in-months sex was nice and everything, but I need you to know that I don’t want that all the time.’

‘Okay.’ He simply replied.

‘I’m going to want quickies.’

‘Okay.’

‘I’m going to want you to lick my pussy to orgasm behind a tree in the park.’ She also suggested to test his reaction.

‘Got it.’ Jarno replied, unfazed.

‘And maybe some blindfolds and handcuff play.’

‘Understood.’

‘And if I ask you about spanking…’

‘I’ll say “make sure to focus on my left butt cheek, Mackenzie”…’ He said, dryly.

The door of the apartment opened and closed again, just as Mackenzie raised her eyebrows appreciatively.

‘Good boy. Be right back.’

She kissed him and wrapped her towel around her body, leaving him to finish dressing whilst she talked to Hailey. When her friend noticed her, she started humming the “No hot stud for Mackenzie” song. She stopped when she noticed her grin.

‘What are you so cheerful for?’ Hailey asked, as she took out her used towel and water bottle from her gym bag on the table.

‘Because, as a matter of fact, Mackenzie did get hot stud to herself…’ She grinned, leaning back against the wall.

Hailey twitched her nose in annoyance.

‘Lucky bitch… Only you could have had your period end just as lover boy returned.’

‘Actually I’m still on my period.’ Mackenzie said, nonchalantly.

It took a few moments for the meaning to hit the blonde girl. When it did she gaped at her friend.

‘Oh my God! You’re joking!’

‘Nope…’ She elongated the word with a grin.

‘That is so cool! How was it?’

‘Really fun, actually. Haven’t you done it while you were bleeding?’

‘No, never.’ Hailey said, seemingly disappointed at herself for never having gone that far. ‘Why, have you? Before this?’

‘No, first time.’

‘I guess being in “lobe” has something to do with going through with that…’ The blonde teased.

‘The orgasm I’ve just had is way too good to make me care about your quips, Hailey.’ Mackenzie said in a lazy stretch, making her way closer to her friend who stuck out her tongue in a not very elegant way. ‘But, ah… Do you still wanna ride him?’

She had expected Hailey to be jubilant but was surprised when she gave her a concerned look.

‘Look, Mac, you know I wanted to get a ride since I saw him on our doorstep, but, jokes aside, we both know he’s not just one random guy to you. I’m not sure I feel comfortable doing that…’

‘Look at me.’ Mackenzie told her friend as they looked each other in the eye. ‘It makes me really horny to think of the two of you fucking and I want to watch it. Do you or do you not want to fuck him?’

Hailey’s concern dissipated but there still seemed to be a snag she was noticing.

‘I really want to fuck him but I don’t think he’s going to go for it.’

‘He’s gone for it once already.’ Mackenzie reminded.

‘That was different, we were both there to tease him… And, you know, the camera was on. So there were… exceptional circumstances.’

‘Let’s recreate some exceptional circumstances, then.’ Mackenzie said slyly.

‘What do you have in mind?’ Hailey asked, finally going into the jubilant mood her friend had expected when she told her about getting to fuck Jarno.

///////////////

‘You’re evil!’

Mackenzie giggled and slapped her butt before leaving the room.

Jarno flopped back down onto the bed with a sigh. The purple haired girl was still on her period in the third day since his arrival. Even though that hadn’t stopped them the morning after their reunion, Mackenzie had been feeling a little sore down under so, until it stopped, they’d agreed to pause their love making.

However, Mackenzie decided that it would be amusing to continue to tease him mercilessly. She had just idly sucked on his cock for a few seconds before popping him back out, at which time he’d accused her of being evil. It was one thing to torture him this way, it was another to torture him and not give him any release for three days.

‘If I can’t cum, I’m not helping you cum.’ Mackenzie told him two days before.

‘Fair enough. But then, why are you doing this to me?’ Jarno asked whilst she stood topless, pinching her nipples, distracting him from replying to e-mails on his laptop.

‘The real question is why wouldn’t I be doing this to you…?’ She’d replied, pushing her a nipple into her mouth and sucking on it. He’d also then taken the opportunity to inform her of her evilness.

I need a distraction…

He sat up again, scratching his chin. He felt the sandpaper like texture beneath his fingertips. The memory of Mackenzie’s own personalized barber session sprung to his mind and he thought about asking her again. Jarno groaned. The beautiful girl semi-naked shaving him without the possibility of ending his dry run didn’t seem a particularly enticing prospect, so he decided to postpone that.

Thinking that staying in the house was probably a bad idea for the moment, Jarno decided he wanted to go on an evening run to the park and back, to burn some of his frustration off. Plus, he needed to keep up with his training program in this month off racing.

He had just put on a black vest, some shorts and sneakers, and was heading out when someone called him. Jarno turned around and saw Hailey leaning from her doorway, her chest naked and to his viewing interest.

‘Yeah?’ He croaked at her, not being able to avoid the moment’s silence it took him to admire her small perky boobs swaying slightly from her movement.

‘Are you going to work out?’

Her tone was completely neutral, her face betraying nothing out of the ordinary.

‘Yes.’

‘Mind if I join you?’

‘No.’

‘Okay, I just need a second to get dressed because I’ve just finished a cam session, is that cool?’

‘Yeah, no problem.’

She gave an innocent smile and her head and boobs disappeared from view back from where they’d come. Hailey was never innocent.

‘Oh, fuck no…’ Jarno muttered to himself, falling back onto the couch. She was in on it. Mackenzie had gotten her friend to wound him up as well… And suddenly his time away from the evil sex kitten seemed to have gone from a teasing free zone to a play date with a veela.

He cursed Mackenzie for her enticing eyes, the allure of her beautiful purple hair, her full hips, her perfect breasts, her tattoos, her don’t-give-a-shit attitude, her weirdness and anything else he found irresistible about her.

The door to Mackenzie’s room swung and just as he was about to remind of her evilness, a completely butt naked Mackenzie popped out. She acted as though she hadn’t noticed him, watching her open-mouthed, whilst she bent down to grab a book from a low cupboard, giving him a view of her pussy from behind.

‘Really?’ Jarno asked as she straightened herself.

‘What?’

‘Fuck. You.’ He told her without malice.

‘The only two people in this house have both fucked my brains out already, why should I need to be modest?’ Mackenzie smiled, making her way to the back of the couch. ‘And now that thought’s in your head, isn’t it?’ Her smile widened. ‘You inside me. Me with Hailey. Hailey with her face buried in my dripping wet-‘

Jarno kissed her, holding the sides of her head. It was foolish and he knew it. The girl in his arms was having too much fun to give in to him. Kissing her was about as smart as a thirsty man drinking a glass of salt water. But this was quite the glass of salt water, soft lips responding to his as her hands went into his hair and pulled. Could it be that he’d managed to turn the tables on her?

‘Mackenzie, give me a hand with this stretch, please.’

Hailey’s interruption broke the spell he’d managed to cast over her friend. With an admiring glance, Mackenzie seemed to be thinking the same.

‘Almost, tiger…’ She whispered before going to the blonde girl.

Without Jarno noticing, Hailey seemed to have been warming up with a few stretches before asking for Mackenzie’s help. She was wearing a midriff t-shirt as well as the smallest shorts ever in existence.

For the first time he had an opportunity to tell what the tattoos on her legs were. The top of the left leg showed the playing card of a king of hearts, though this one showed one of the two figures stabbing the other with his sword. The right leg showed a leafless tree, from ankle to high thigh, scattered flowers on a few of the branches’ ends.

Her bellybutton was also pierced, Jarno now saw. How many did piercings did she have in total?

‘Don’t be shy.’ Hailey said, leaning against the wall.

‘I never am.’ Mackenzie replied. She grabbed her friend’s leg slowly and pushed it upwards. Hailey seemed to have no problem with the increasing angle it was making and when Mackenzie had successfully made it reach an almost perfect one hundred and eighty degrees, Hailey let out a moan worthy of any porn film. And Mackenzie, with an innocent look down, traced her other hand across the underside the leg’s thigh, finishing with a caress to the blonde girl’s tight butt.
Feeling like he was made of stone, Jarno helplessly watched as Mackenzie repeated the process on Hailey’s other leg, creating another lust inducing moan from the blonde’s throat.

‘I do like a good stretch.’ Hailey announced, landing a sloppy kiss on Mackenzie’s lips which ended with the first pulling the latter’s lower lip with her teeth. She walked towards the door, and Jarno heard it open behind him. He hadn’t moved an inch, only now he was looking at Mackenzie with her arms folded, making her boobs jut forwards.

‘Lover boy! Waiting on you!’

With almost mechanical movements, Jarno raised himself slowly and went to follow Hailey’s calling voice knowing he had a tent in his shorts, but not bothering to try and conceal it. Closing the door to the apartment behind him, Jarno soon found himself outside in the warm weather with the blonde girl who seemed to be loving life.

‘Where do you usually run?’ He asked her, desperate to inject some normality into their interactions.

‘Just around a couple of blocks and passing by the park. Follow me and try to keep up…’

‘Pff… Please. I’m a professional athlete, remember?’

‘A professional athlete whose sport consists of sitting down…’ Hailey mocked.

‘Run and I’ll chase your ass.’ Jarno replied, annoyed by her smugness.

‘I certainly hope you will.’ She smiled, before starting.

He cursed himself for letting the topic steer towards the danger area again and chased after her.

Mackenzie’s assessment of her friend’s physical abilities hadn’t been wrong. Her abs and toned legs weren’t just for show, like some people he caught at the gym on occasion. Although he felt he’d surprised Hailey with his good form, she didn’t break down at all during the half-hour of running to the park.

It was half-hour running behind her, letting her guide him. That meant it was also half-hour of his eyes not managing to keep themselves away from her flexing butt and her swaying blonde hair. Jarno could also make out the sweat that was running down her neck, soaking her t-shirt and running down her exposed lower back.

In hindsight maybe following her hadn’t been such a good idea.

‘Going for a drink and pause for a sec!’ Hailey gasped out of breath, momentarily forgetting to be sultry.

They had their fill of water and took a breather in the shade of a tree. Sweat was still slowly finding its way down Hailey’s pale skin, as she leaned back against the tree stump, eyes closed and head tipped back.

‘It’s pointless, you do realize?’

The only part of her body that moved were her lips. And when they did, a drop of perspiration that had been dangling on her neck finally trickled down over the bulge of her right breast.

‘What’s pointless?’ He asked her, having been staring at her since they’d paused their run.

‘Resisting me.’ She replied with a sigh. ‘We both know you want me to fuck me.’

‘Mackenzie-‘

‘Is dying to get front row tickets for when we do. Because it’s when, not if…’

It was like talking to a wall.

‘I’m kind of a “one girl at a time kind of guy”.’ Jarno said, trying a different tactic.

‘I seem to remember you being a “two girls at a time kind of guy” when you had your dick in my mouth.’ Hailey replied, opening her eyes and cocking her head to one side.

‘That… I don’t know what that was.’ He honestly told her.

‘I do. It was fun. You wanted it.’ Her hand went under her shorts and made a cupping motion, Jarno’s mind instantly replaying the footage of Mackenzie’s teeth digging into Hailey’s pierced clit. ‘And as soon as I had your penis in my mouth you told yourself you were just following our lead, but that’s a lie. You wanted me to slobber all over your nice hard tool and cum all over my face. Just like you want to bend me over and fuck my hot pussy right now…’

Her eyes were fixed on his, like a tiger eyeing its prey.

‘You’re wrong.’ He said, very unconvincingly even to himself.

Hailey’s only response was to very slowly remove her hand from her vagina and move it up to her mouth, sucking her fingers into her mouth. Again, all Jarno could do was watch transfixed.

‘Come on.’ She broke the spell. ‘Let’s finish the run.’

His relief was immense. ‘Finally throwing in the towel?’

‘No.’ The blonde told him, as she passed by him. ‘Now I know we’re gonna fuck before the day is done. The faster we get home the faster we can finally do it.’

The run home was not pleasant. He was irrationally furious at Hailey for not letting it go, and at himself for getting worked up about it. So, determined to not stare at her ass now that he knew the way back, Jarno gave everything he had to be in front. She didn’t seem to like being beaten, so she also ran like hell.

They tumbled through the front door, horrendously out of breath and drenched in sweat. Both eyed the one litre water bottle and lunged at it simultaneously. There was what to an outside viewer could only be described as a pathetic struggle of pulled shirts and arms between them, that inevitably ended with a clatter on the floor.

Jarno fell backwards, landing on Hailey. She didn’t let out any noise that made him think that she wasn’t okay, but he turned over to check if she was all good. As soon as he did, he realized he was now on top of her looking down at her face from much too close. Hailey was lightning fast and removed her t-shirt in a blink of an eye.

He tried. He desperately tried to not look below, but there wasn’t much he could do. His eyes went to her small breasts. There were barely bulges since she was lying on her back, but there was no mistaking their femininity. They were gorgeous, and Jarno found himself focused on the pieces of jewellery that pierced the nipples.

‘I got you now, lover boy.’ Hailey said, her heels pushing his butt down, closing the distance between his erection and her groin. ‘Now, what are you going to do? I have some suggestions…’

‘I’m sure you do.’ Jarno replied, finally breaking the silence he’d imposed on himself since he’d started running again. He noticed movement and looked up to see Mackenzie, whose expression wasn’t too different from a toddler being pleasantly surprised by the presents under her Christmas tree.

‘Hi, guys. Pretend I’m not here…’ She said, sitting on the counter to have a good view.

The sight of Mackenzie completely naked was the last straw for him, though instead of making him cede to his impulses with Hailey, it gave him enough resolve for something else. With a quick reach of his left arm he grabbed the water bottle they had been squabbling over and squirted some onto Hailey’s face catching her by surprise. As the blonde girl spluttered, she slackened her grip on his waist and he got up, not producing a word as he took Mackenzie by the waist and carried her effortlessly to her room.

‘Hey!’ Both girls squeaked at him for different reasons.

Before either had time to react, Jarno closed the door to Mackenzie’s room behind him and turned the lock. The still startled looking owner of the room was then pushed up against said door, as he looked at her from just inches away pinning her against it.

‘I’m going to fuck you now.’ Jarno told her without any inflexion to his tone. ‘I’m not going to be nice, if you reach your orgasm good for you but I’m not waiting for you, I’m just going to fuck you really hard.’

Mackenzie’s lower lip quivered and a low grunt escaped her throat. Finally, the look of starving wild animal that he knew he’d had for the past week was instantly mirrored on her face.

‘Jarno, you motherfucker!’ Hailey shouted angrily, giving the door a punch. ‘Mac, don’t you dare fuck him! Keep it in your pants!’

Without looking away from Jarno, Mackenzie brought her hands up to grip his shoulders tightly.

‘Sorry honey, girl’s got to eat…’

She sealed her mouth to Jarno’s, pulling him forward, their arms running along each other’s backs, waists, necks and hair as Hailey gave them one last furious insult and shove against the door before going… somewhere. Neither of them gave it any thought.

Jarno could smell Mackenzie’s natural scent mixed with the aroma of her arousal. Barely aware of anything else, he almost missed her unbuttoning his shorts until they were no longer there. He tried to look down but all his eyes could catch were the lightning fast movements of Mackenzie’s lips and tongue across his entire face.

Almost unnoticed, his underwear had also made the trip south. He knew this because he felt his penis being held with an iron grip by the purple haired girl’s small hand. She was trying to lead. He could almost hear her sarcastic comments about him being deep and meaningful.

With a very forceful touch, Jarno turned her around and shoved her naked front against the door and making her bend over. He made himself go all the way into her pussy instantly, from behind. There was no need for gentleness. Her excitement was such that a small puddle was forming at their feet and his cock was so hard it was actually causing him pain.

Mackenzie made a sound that Jarno was sure he’d remember until his dying day, face contorted in a feral expression accompanied by the soundtrack of a roaring lioness. Slightly fearful of being ripped to shreds by her claws, he thrusted in and out as fast as he could.

His hands desperately grabbed every inch of her, feeling pointy nipples piercing his palms as he took a needful handful of the big shaking breasts as well as her undulating belly.

‘Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes…’ She kept repeating with increasing abandon, face carelessly glued to the door which wouldn’t stop shaking. Her hand kept brushing his balls as she frigged herself, knowing he would finish without waiting for her if she didn’t do so.

Jarno took a grip of her purple hair and smacked her butt. Mackenzie’s hand didn’t even slow down on her clit, despite her gasp.

‘So you like teasing, huh?’ He found the words with a lot of effort, never stopping the jackhammering of his hips.

‘I’m sorry.’

Another slap, followed by Mackenzie’s sharp intake of breath.

‘Do you like this?’

‘Fuck yeah…’

Another slap.

‘Didn’t catch that…’

‘I love it!’

The hardest slap of all.

‘Ga-ah! Yes! Fuck yes! I fucking love you fucking me!’ She turned her head to him as much as she could. ‘Don’t stop, keep spanking my tushy until it’s bright fucking red! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!’

It was more than he was ready for, and his control completely slipped. There was no warning, just the instant release of the floodgates as his cum started to fill every inch of Mackenzie’s womb it could find. She was shaking like mad beneath him, in a frenzy to reach her own orgasm. She needn’t have worried because time was on her side. He could not stop cumming for more than a minute. When she did find her release with the loudest scream in history, her insides managed to make a few more drops dribble from his penis.

Very slowly, the both of them descended to their knees, still with Jarno firmly lodged inside Mackenzie. With equal laziness, they were soon completely lying down on the floor, Jarno on top, still connected.

‘Remember what I said about wanting my butt red?’ Mackenzie asked, after a while.

‘Hm-hm.’

‘I actually need you to get me some fucking cream on it asap. It really hurts.’

Then, she started giggling like crazy, before the two of them were in a hysteric fit of laughter. Still connected by their genitals.

///////////////

‘Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,…’ Hailey muttered expressionlessly as they all huddled around the TV watching movies that night.

‘I said I’m sorry already.’ Mackenzie told her, rolling her eyes.

‘Days of work and teasing for you to reap all the benefits.’

‘Let it go.’

A series of cartoonish grunts escaped Hailey’s lips.

‘If it makes you feel any better,’ Jarno said, coming from the kitchen and lifting Hailey’s feet so he could sit down at the end of the couch before letting them rest on his lap. ‘she’s not finding it too pleasant to sit on her ass at the moment.’

Just on queue Mackenzie had her face contorted with discomfort as she tried to find a new position for her bruised bottom.

‘Oh no, she was fucked so hard she can’t sit properly. Sounds just awful…’

With a sigh Jarno lazily began massaging one of her feet, applying pressure on the sole before taking each toe between his thumb and index finger and twirling them.

‘This doesn’t change that you’re an asshole…’ Hailey informed him, getting on her back instead of on her side.

‘I can stop, then.’ He told her, being met only by a glare from her. ‘Very well.’ He resumed, now on both feet.

Putting her arms behind the side of the couch in a lazy stretch, Hailey enjoyed his hands, though not in the way she’d hoped a few hours before. But she wasn’t forcing the issue anymore. Despite her denials, Mackenzie was almost certainly unwilling to share the sexy Italian and this last stunt after their teasing had confirmed it for her. No point in pursuing it.

Even now, as she lay with her eyes closed only a small tank top, no bra and a small pair of panties, she was sure nothing would happen. If after being as fired up as he had been before hadn’t swayed him, it wasn’t going to be a camel toe that did it… His right hand started to massage her leg instead. Hailey decided to call his bluff and opened her legs. He shifted his seating position and massaged all the way to the inside of her thigh, but didn’t move any further. Of course not.

It didn’t bother her too much. Having given up on pursuing him, she didn’t feel teased or wet, just gloriously relaxed from the soothing movements. She peeked at Mackenzie. Her friend was watching TV, but caught movement to her side, looked at what was happening between Hailey and Jarno, seemed supremely uninterested and looked back to the screen.

Exactly as she thought. Hailey closed her eyes again and enjoyed the feeling of her muscles massaged. It was incredibly weird, now that she thought about it, that she was this relaxed with her nakedness around a man she hadn’t even slept with. She didn’t really know how to feel about it. She did know the reaction to use for her hands being suddenly tied together and to the couch.

‘Hey! What the f-‘

Her answer was cut short when a ball gag was put in place around her head. She saw Mackenzie upside down with a Cheshire cat-like grin on her face above her, before her friend’s lips were next to her ear.

‘I’m really, really sorry, honey. We both are. We talked about it and decided you deserve our undivided attention for a while. How does that sound?’

Jarno’s hands were still moving slowly along her thighs, his face giving nothing away. Whilst she was looking at him Mackenzie apparently got impatient and Hailey grunted against the gag as she felt teeth biting her ear.

‘How does that sound, Hailey?’ Mackenzie insisted.

The blonde girl grunted her agreement and was rewarded by feeling her right ear sucked into her friend’s eager mouth. As if he’d been waiting on a pre-agreed signal, Jarno let his hand wander further until his fingers caressed her slit through the material of her panties.

Mackenzie moved, standing up and absent-mindedly let her fingers run along Hailey’s belly over the fabric of the tank top but not removing it. Her hands were then moving upwards, enveloping the small breasts they found as Hailey felt her nipples being rubbed by the other girl’s palms. Then they were being pinched between small, delicate fingers. The fabric of her panties was now wet against Jarno’s fingers and the blonde girl had never wished so much to not be gagged to properly appreciate the two people touching her.

As if knowing just how turned on she was, the two of them moved at the same time. Mackenzie straddled Hailey, facing her feet and Jarno kneeled on the couch facing his girlfriend, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Hailey’s panties and pulled them until they were off her feet. She left her knees pulled apart after that, loving the feeling of exposure as Jarno and Mackenzie, with their hands bent down together, admired her denuded vagina.

With the confidence of having done it many times before, Mackenzie started to expertly pull and massage the hairless pussy lips, occasionally fiddling with the piercings on Hailey’s clit. Feeling movement, Hailey looked up to see that her friends were kissing passionately. They looked phenomenal together, the sight exciting her further. Mackenzie’s hands paused and they broke away. Jarno stuck two fingers inside the purple haired girl’s mouth who sucked eagerly, before inserting them in Hailey’s needy opening. She tried to move her hips but she was pinned by Mackenzie who let some spit drool slowly until it touched her friend’s clit before slowly spreading to where Jarno’s finger was busy.

Hailey felt she could cum from this alone, but the other two didn’t seem keen on it happening so soon. Both their hands stopped playing with her until they were sure she’d calmed down. When they were sure she had cooled her excitement, there was more movement blocked from her eyesight by Mackenzie’s body and then Hailey bit hard on her gag and grunted when the unmistakable feel of a tongue probing her pussy lips occurred.

Mackenzie looked over her shoulder at Hailey with a wink and a grin before leaning against the back of the couch to give the blonde girl the view she’d craved for of Jarno working away at her fun parts. It brought a tingle through her spine as she saw the Italian holding back no punches as he pleasured her orally. Maybe not as good as Mackenzie, she judged, but still very good, especially considering his girlfriend’s experience.

Yet again Hailey was feeling familiar pre-orgasm tingles. And yet again they realized it and ground to a halt. Hailey growled against her gag.

‘Don’t worry, baby.’ Mackenzie said, fully straddling her again and facing her this time. ‘This is the last pit stop before the checkered flag.’

‘Really?’ Jarno asked, speaking for the first time since the improvised threesome started. ‘Such pun, many wow…’

‘Quiet you. And do that faster.’

“That” appeared to be getting naked, because although her view was blocked by Mackenzie again, she saw his clothes falling to the floor to her right.

Feeling her sides caressed soothingly by Mackenzie’s hands, Hailey gasped when she also felt a hard cock begin to push inside her. It entered slowly and pulled back with every new inch of penetration, Hailey’s eyes going up into her skull as her chest heaved. When she reopened her eyes, she noticed Jarno’s hands were caressing Mackenzie’s large breasts and the hands at Hailey’s sides travelled to the smaller breasts of her friend, mimicking everything that was being done to her own.

‘You want to watch, honey?’ Mackenzie asked her when Jarno was buried all the way inside her hot quim.

She nodded.

Mackenzie rose slightly to scoot up Hailey’s body, pushing her pyjama shorts to the side to expose her own wet snatch, still careful to impede any view of Jarno fucking the pierced pussy further down. She removed the gag from the blonde girl’s mouth.

‘I tell you what,’ Mackenzie said. ‘as soon as you make me cum I’ll hop off and let you enjoy the view of seeing yourself get fucked by him.’

With that she dropped her thighs to the side and let her pussy fall on the awaiting lips below. Hailey wasted no time and stuck out her tongue, flicking it as quickly as possible across the swollen clit as the juices of the other girl’s excitement started to overflow and bathe her cheeks.

‘Jarno, don’t go slow, I want to give her a challenge.’

And he obeyed, starting to move inside Hailey. She felt her over teased snatch beg for faster movements but was desperate to get to see the Italian stud pressing her into the couch with her own eyes, so she redoubled her efforts on Mackenzie. She could tell her friend was trying to delay herself as much as possible, but Mackenzie was horny too and Hailey knew how to give her pleasure too well from years of experience. With a certain inevitability Mackenzie exploded, shaking against her friend’s mouth.
Fulfilling her promise, Mackenzie lifted herself and gave Hailey the view she’d been craving. The sight of Jarno pounding his cock into her as he held on to her spread legs for leverage made her tingle with excitement. His face was a mask of lust as he looked at her face full of his girlfriend’s juices.

‘Come down here.’ Hailey heard herself beg.

There was no need to ask as he’d already been on his way down, his lips crashing into hers as they kissed for the first time. He used his tongue to search for the taste of Mackenzie that was all over her face, biting, sucking and licking much to Hailey’s carnal delight. Her nipples were now trapped against his well-defined chest, stuck on the fabric of the tank top, the only clothing she was wearing.

With her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms still pinned backwards by what she now realized to be ropes that she’d used with Mackenzie on cam before. She was also aware of Jarno’s hand pulling on her blonde hair, whilst his other one was snaking with some difficulty between their fronts.

His objective became clear when she felt his fingers surround her clit and massage. One, two, three, four circles around it and Hailey lost all control, exploding loudly though all sounds were muffled by Jarno’s mouth. Her twitching insides also made him crash down into Earth again, as she felt gushes of heat inside her pussy that could only mean it was now filling with his seed.

He pumped it into her before letting himself fall on her, panting. They both were shaking from their efforts, Hailey feeling a grin spreading across her features.

‘That was so hot…’ Mackenzie said, sitting on the floor to her right, open-mouthed. ‘You guys fucking like that. I think I could’ve cum just from watching you two like that.’

‘Us?’ Hailey asked, finding words within her grasp again. ‘Are you kidding? You should have seen the two of you from my angle when you were massaging my pussy! Let’s just say I’ve got some visuals next time I want to finger myself.’

‘Maybe it’s just because it’s always hot when I’m involved.’ Jarno said ironically, lifting himself from Hailey and getting his softening cock out of her cum-filled opening.

‘Yeah, we find you hot when you’re being shy and naïve, otherwise you’re just like every other asshole.’ Hailey laughed.

‘Yep.’ Mackenzie agreed. ‘Come here.’ She told him once he was up, and sucked the cum, and her friend’s juices, from his dick. ‘Your turn.’ Mackenzie told her, letting go of his penis and laying down so that she could lick every drop that was escaping her friend’s folds.

Although still very sensitive from the glorious fuck she’d experienced, Hailey would have told someone to clobber her over the head with something heavy before ever denying Mackenzie a go at her pussy. Her recent orgasm meant she was able to enjoy it as a merely pleasant massage for a while. However, just after Mackenzie had managed to remove all traces of cum, her horny disposition soon returned and soft moans began to escape her lips.

‘Umm… Can I get untied now?’ Hailey asked.

‘Nope.’ Mackenzie said, removing her lips just to say it. ‘Jarno, she’s overdressed, I want to see her titties.’

Jarno approached Hailey and asked for permission with a look and she signalled yes with her head, half-exasperated, half-amused that even after fucking her tied down he was still concerned about crossing lines. He pulled the top over her head and left it by her hands because the ropes made it impossible to remove it completely.

‘Suck them.’ Mackenzie whispered against her quim.

He didn’t need to be told twice and Hailey felt rough lips come into contact with her pliable mounds, his fingers following soon after that. His tongue ran through the middle of her breasts and his palms took a firm hold. The blonde girl felt her chest rise to meet him and silently thanked Jarno for the look of wonder as he manipulated her tits, since she’d assumed they wouldn’t be as enticing to him with Mackenzie’s voluptuous ones so close by.

‘Step off for a second, would you?’ Mackenzie told Jarno. He did and without warning she took hold of Hailey’s hips and flipped her over. ‘Ass up.’ Hailey was just lying fully down and felt a smack on her butt. ‘I said, ass up!’ Hailey got to her knees, exposing herself but struggled a little due to her tied hands to not sink face down on the couch.

Hailey felt a hot breath between her thighs and then Mackenzie’s tongue touched her once more. Only this time it didn’t touch where it had been before, it went to straight top lap at her anus.

‘Oh God, yes!’ Hailey groaned. She’d always loved some good rear end action.

‘Funny how a little tongue to the butt action can awaken a girl’s religion right up!’ The purple haired girl giggled. ‘Let’s just get this little thing nice and wet and then… what do you say, Jarno?’

‘What do I say to what?’

‘Don’t play dumb, it’s not convincing. Shake that ass over here and fuck hers.’

Hailey’s imagination was already cooking up the image and loving it.

‘I…’ Jarno mumbled, sounding uncertain. ‘I’ve never actually…’

‘Yes!’ Mackenzie shouted in excitement. ‘I was hoping you’d never done it yet! See, Hailey? I do get you nice presents! Consider this supply of butt virgin your advanced birthday present…’

‘And it even comes in the size I wanted.’ Hailey laughed, still on her elbows and knees.

Jarno placed his hands by his sides, narrowing his eyes in mock anger, but his nakedness and reawakening hard-on made it difficult to take him seriously.

‘Well, I’m not doing all the work by myself!’ Mackenzie told Hailey. ‘Get him hard again while I get your butt prepared.’

‘You heard the lady, lover boy. Get that cock over here.’

As soon as he stood next to her Hailey, still deprived of using her hands, she slowly and purposefully started to rub her cheeks, lips and nose against his manhood. She loved seeing it slowly grow without even needing to put him inside her mouth, and tried to find out if he could reach full length from the rubbing alone.

Occasionally she’d glance up, both for effect and to see the look of wonder and lust in Jarno’s eyes, which made Hailey wet and smug. Though the wetness could also be explained by the finger that had now entered her asshole, she supposed.

Jarno was now rock hard once more and Hailey got him into her mouth. She was as sloppy as humanly possible, as her goal wasn’t to make him cum but to coat his cock in her saliva, so that it could enter her without friction.

After what felt like several glorious minutes, and with two more fingers inside her rectum, Hailey decided that it was good enough.

‘Okay, he’s all set. Quick, put it in.’

There were no remarks or jokes this time. Mackenzie vacated her position and sat on Hailey’s lower back, facing Jarno, who had moved to kneel behind the blonde girl. Hailey could tell Mackenzie had gotten hold of his dick and was pressing it to her asshole. There was little push, the tiniest of grunts by the blonde, and he had the head inside. All three gasped.

Knowing exactly what kind of speed and pressure her friend liked, Mackenzie guided Jarno in the following moments until his calves were right against Hailey’s thighs. The fullness Hailey felt was intoxicating. A sound above her let her know the two people in charge of fucking her were kissing rather passionately, Hailey realized as she turned her head.

‘Why are you still dressed?’ Jarno voiced the question Hailey was about to.

‘My butt is still sore. Besides, this is about the two of you. I want you to fuck her every hole, and right now you’re three for three.’ Mackenzie replied huskily.

‘I want to fuck your ass too.’

‘Oh, and you will, baby.’

Hailey felt like she eavesdropping on a couple’s private moment, which was hilarious to her since it was her ass that was being fucked during said “private” moment. She was being thrusted into now, as Jarno had started to move during his exchange. The need to touch her pussy was causing her to pull against her arm restraints but to no avail.

‘I’ve wanted to see you fuck her for so long…’ Hailey heard Mackenzie speak again.

‘But I’m here because of you. You know that, right?’ Jarno asked exchanging a very meaningful look with Mackenzie.

‘I know. That’s exactly why I wanted you here.’

Their hands were desperately groping each other and Hailey could feel her pussy softly dripping onto the couch.

‘That’s it. Fuck that tushy. You look so hot right now. I bet it feels so tight. You’ve never done this before, so I can only imagine…’ Mackenzie’s voice sounded delirious. ‘Are you close, honey?’

‘Oh, yes!’ Jarno hissed, very much ramming into Hailey who was biting the couch to keep herself from intruding in on their conversation. His head was on his girlfriend’s shoulder as one of Hailey’s hands found her own clit even with her clothes on.

‘Yes! Sink those teeth on my shoulder! No pity, destroy her ass, Jarno… You’re close, aren’t you? I can tell, it’s making me so wet to see it. Come on, fill her up with your cum! I love it when you fill my pussy, I can only imagine what this must be like for her. Do it, fuck this little minx-‘

Jarno shrieked onto Mackenzie’s shoulder, and as the jet of cum filled Hailey’s bowels, she was triggered onto an Earth-shaking orgasm. At no point had anyone even touched her aching pussy, she couldn’t believe it.

They didn’t move an inch away from their positions for at least fifteen minutes. Then, wordlessly, Jarno moved to untie her arms and Mackenzie got off her friend to sit next to her. Lover boy joined them and they huddled together on the couch, Hailey feeling her butt open the floodgates and stain the couch with cum but couldn’t care less.

‘Sorry, we got a little self-centred in the end there…’ Mackenzie told Hailey.

‘Oh, I felt the centre of some marvellous attentions, don’t worry.’ She replied, closing her eyes with a contented purr.

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Part 4 of 4 | “And here’s my advice to you. If you get the chance of the mad kind of love, grab it with both hands, and to hell with the consequences.”|

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With the outline of her muscles clearly standing out, Hailey kept up her show of sideways sit-ups going for a few more seconds, grunting with the effort. Sweat covered her entire body, which together with her sports bra and running shorts was making it very difficult for Jarno to keep his eyes away.

Finally, she laid down with a groan.

‘Your turn.’

‘Nope, do some pullups first.’ He told her.

‘Fuck you, I’ve just ran “I don’t even know how many” blocks before this shit! I’m exhausted, you do it.’

‘I’ll give you a treat if you do.’

‘What kind of treat?’ She raised her head, suddenly very attentive.

‘Do it and find out.’

Looking sideways at him, she headed towards the pullup bar. They were at the same park they’d gone to when Hailey was trying to get Jarno to fuck her. It had a few exercise stations, each with its own specific muscle group workout.

Hailey jumped to grab the bar and after a pause proceeded to do what Jarno had asked. He watched her arms, noticing every single twitch with an interested expression. When she was done, she let go and looked at him, gasping for breath.

‘It better be a good fucking treat you’re giving out here…’

With a smirk, Jarno stopped leaning against the wooden support of the pullup bar and took off his shirt, leaving him only with his shorts on.

‘Off to a good start.’ Hailey grinned wickedly, her eyes travelling down from his face.

Jarno “tsked” under his breath and threw his sweaty shirt at her face. She didn’t seem to bothered, taking it off and tossing it to the bar so that it hung there.

‘Your treat is getting to see me be in pain as I do some pull ups with a “weight belt”.’

‘What “weight belt”?’

With a jump, he grabbed the bar and looked at her. ‘You. Get on.’

She looked excited as she went behind him. He felt her grip his shoulders, whilst hoisting herself up, the added weight momentarily catching him off guard before he recovered. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she hooked her arms so that her palms were feeling his biceps.

‘Go on then.’ Hailey told him. ‘I want my treat.’

Bracing himself, Jarno used his upper body to lift himself until the bar was under his chin before relaxing his arms again. Hailey weighed practically nothing but he still felt the difference as he started straining with the effort.

‘Oh, this is lovely.’ Hailey cooed, her fingers tracing his flexing muscles. Jarno could almost sense the smile of wickedness on her face. A few passers-by shook their heads in disapproval at their display. ‘You should get your own.’ Hailey told two girls who were passing by, giggling at them. ‘It’s as fun as it looks!’ She told them, making them laugh.

‘Could you not pimp me out to strangers?’ Jarno grunted with the effort of another pullup.

‘But it’s fun.’ She adjusted her position slightly.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, are you uncomfortable?’ He asked her with sass, stopping to look back at her.

‘I’m good, thank you. Why, are you not? I can make it comfier…’

Her foot moved until she was caressing him over his pants. Jarno did one more pullup before groaning.

‘Good?’ Hailey teased.

‘No. Bad. Arms. Get off.’ He heard her make a disappointed noise. ‘Off, or I’ll fall on you.’ She hopped off.

Letting himself down with a thump, Jarno shook his arms to loosen the muscles and grimaced with a little pain.

‘Sit down.’ Hailey told him. He was too tired to be wary so he complied, sitting in a nearby bench, putting his shirt back on. She went up to him and grabbed one of his arms, letting it rest on her shoulder, massaging it softly. ‘Don’t look so surprised. I can be pleasant.’

She definitely could. Jarno closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the pleasant massaging motions of Hailey’s soft hands. He moaned in pleasure.

‘If you moan louder than when you had your cock in my butt I’m going to be very upset.’ She told him.

‘Have you ever spent a day without saying anything sexual?’

‘Once. It was a Tuesday.’

His left arm started to get the treatment she’d just finished giving his right one.

‘Hey, this is rather awkward of me not to know, but Mackenzie’s birthday hasn’t passed since I met her, right?’

Hailey raised her head with a concerned look. ‘Oh, well this is awkward…’

‘Please tell me you’re joking…’

The blonde girl kept her expression for a bit, before she started laughing.

‘Nah, I’m just messing with you!’

‘You… little-‘

‘You’ve still got two months and a bit before that.’

‘Okay, good…’ He muttered to himself. ‘What do you guys- ah, girls usually do?’

‘What? On her birthday?’

‘Yes.’

‘Uh, hang out, go out for dinner, clubbing, fucking each other, fucking someone else… Guess we won’t do that last one, this year. Not both of us, anyway.’

‘Would you mind if I spent the day with her? I don’t wanna break tradition, but there was a surprise I was planning.’

‘I guess I can live with that… What’s the surprise?’

‘Let me tell it to Mac first.’

‘Now I have to spend two months wondering what it is? Mean! I think you’re massaged enough.’ Hailey said, stretching. ‘I’m pooped. Do you mind if we just walk home?’

‘Nope.’ Jarno got up, and followed her. ‘But if Mackenzie asks, we ran all the way, unlike her lazy ass, and thus deserve to get her to massage us?’ He asked her, with a raised eye brow.

She grinned at him appraisingly, lifting her hand for a high-five, which Jarno returned.

When they arrived home however, Mackenzie wasn’t there. Hailey was the first in the shower, followed by Jarno. There was no invitation, spoken or unspoken, from either of them to shower together. Despite their jokes and the increased closeness, the two of them seemed to have created a pact that meant nothing happened unless Mackenzie was present.

Jarno was glad for it. He’d come to really like Hailey, but it was Mackenzie he was completely crazy for.

A knock at the door startled him slightly, as he dried himself. The blonde girl popped her head in.

‘I’ve got a cam show late tonight, so I’m gonna nap for a bit to be fresh for it, okay lover boy? Tell Mac if she asks?’

‘Okay.’ He replied, as he dried his hair, hearing the door close again.

He went into Mackenzie’s room where he kept his clothes ever since they had gotten back together and dressed casually. As he put his towel away in the drier, he noticed there weren’t many groceries left. Since he was practically living with them, for all intents and purposes, for the last two weeks, he’d insisted on at least paying for the groceries. So that’s what he started heading out to do.

Opening the front door, Jarno nearly ran into Mackenzie, who was about to put her keys in.

‘Oh, sorry.’ He pecked her lips. ‘Hailey’s asleep to rest for a show and I’m just going to get a couple of things outside…’

Her hand grabbed him before he could leave. ‘Hold up for a second. Okay?’

Jarno felt her shaking slightly and immediately stopped on his tracks. The door was closed again and they were looking at each other.

‘Uh, wait. Hailey’s asleep?’ Mackenzie asked him.

‘Yes, that is what I just said…’ Jarno replied, not managing to avoid the sarcastic tone.

‘Oh, ah, then let’s go away from her room.’ She said, pushing him until they were next to kitchen table.

‘And have a deep conversation in the kitchen?’ He asked her, trying to defuse the tension.

It had the opposite effect. ‘You’re right, it’s dumb. Let’s go-‘

‘Mac.’ He grabbed her arm, and tilted her head to him with his thumb and index finger. ‘What’s wrong?’

Swallowing hard, Mackenzie made him sit on a chair and opened her mouth but nothing came out, which made her walk back and forth for a few seconds before attempting again. She failed once more and did her pacing again. And another time. Jarno waited patiently, silent. Finally, grabbing her left hand with her right one to stop the shaking until it was going white, she appeared to have found her courage.

‘I’m pregnant.’

There was a beat when Jarno felt compelled to laugh, but the look of anxiety and fear on Mackenzie’s face changed his mind right away. Pregnant. But it wasn’t possible, they had used protection. We used condoms the first time and then she was on the pill… Right?

‘You… uh… I… you’re…’

He cursed himself for his reaction, but he couldn’t help it.

‘Pregnant.’ She repeated.

‘How?’

‘After our fight, I stopped taking the pill, because the only person I was gonna let cum inside me was you.’ Mackenzie’s voice was getting faster and higher pitched with each passing word. ‘When you got back, I was on my period, and I didn’t even need to worry about it, and then when we did it, it was in the heat of the moment… I didn’t even think about it!’ She was sobbing now, burying her head in her hands. ‘I’m sorry! It’s all my fault! I’m so stupid! I’m so…’

Jarno practically jumped from his chair to hold her. Her hands found his back and grabbed him, her nails digging into him, though he didn’t say anything. Mackenzie sobbed against his shoulder, and he just held her tightly against him, stroking her back and the top of her head, making comforting sounds.

‘I’m… so… sorry…’ She tried to say between her sobs and hiccups.

‘Shhh…’ He soothed. ‘Don’t try to speak yet. Just calm your breathing, Mac… Deep breaths…’

They remained locked in their embrace until Jarno felt her hiccups become more spaced and her shaking less intense. He stretched out a hand to the kitchen tap and placed his hand under the stream. As softly as he could manage, he took Mackenzie’s face away from his shoulder.

The beautiful face he’d come to know and love was swollen and red from her crying, as well as wet. Gently, he cleared her cheeks with his hand, before wetting it again and repeating the process across her forehead and her eyes, after telling her to shut them.
Trying to stretch himself as much as he could without letting go of her, Jarno managed to grab a couple of paper towels and bring them to her nose.

‘Blow.’

The fact that she did it without teasing him about the word “blow” told him she still wasn’t back to her normal self. He finished cleaning Mackenzie’s face before letting her bury her head on his shoulder again. There was an unspoken rule that when someone hugged you, you should let them be the ones to break it, so he stayed put.

A muffled sound escaped her lips.

‘What?’

Mackenzie removed herself from his arms and faced his eyes.

‘Why aren’t you mad at me?’ She repeated softly.

Oh, honey… They were both on the floor sitting down, her on her heels, him cross-legged.

‘Is anyone feeling worse about it than you right now?’ He asked her calmly.

‘No.’ She replied, looking down.

Jarno tilted the purple haired girl’s chin back up. ‘Then why would I be mad?’

Her mood didn’t improve much despite his reassurance.

‘Thanks but I’m still the one who was supposed to remember to take a goddamn pill…’

‘And I’m the one who should have asked you about it. This isn’t your issue to deal with, Mac. It’s our issue.’ He reassured her. ‘Have you thought about how you want to handle this?’

Mackenzie nodded.

‘Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of it. I’ll look up all I can about getting an abortion and start the process…’

‘Is that what you want to do?’

‘What else would I want to do?’ She asked him, furrowing her brow.

‘Not getting one.’

‘You know the odds of a baby popping out of my vagina in nine months increase if I don’t get an abortion, right?’

‘I do.’

She stared at him.

‘The fact that I can’t tell if you’re joking is scaring me, Jarno…’

He took a deep breath.

‘Listen, I’m gonna ask you something and I want you to let me finish everything before you say anything, okay? Please.’

Her face remained a mask, but she almost imperceptibly nodded.

‘I understand that you don’t want to have a baby now or maybe even ever. I know I’ve thought about having one, just not now.’ Jarno started, trying to organize what he wanted to say. ‘I don’t buy into that “life begins at conception” bullshit. If you feel like terminating this pregnancy is the right choice for you, I want you to know I support it completely.

‘If you were to go through with it, though, you wouldn’t have to be a parent if you didn’t want to. Like I said, I’ve thought about having kids and if I’m being honest I’m financially comfortable enough to raise one.’

Complete quietness established itself between them, as Mackenzie considered his words, staring at something far away behind his head.

‘So, if I had it… You’d raise it. And I wouldn’t have to get involved.’ She digested it. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever want to have kids. I never told you that because I figured you’d want to.’

‘I don’t go into relationships looking for the mother of my future children, I go into them because if I really like the woman I’m going into them with.’ He felt compelled to say.

Another silence.

‘I show my naked body online for a living, so looking as fat as a whale is going to be…’

To that he had no idea what to reply, so he waited for her to speak again.

‘What about us?’ She asked, looking at him.

‘What do you mean?’

‘We agreed to go slow, and now we’re discussing having a baby.’ Mackenzie laughed for the first time since their conversation had started.

Jarno smiled. ‘I think we shouldn’t let a potential baby dictate how we are around each other.’

‘I think so too.’ She paused. ‘I don’t know, Jarno. I don’t know if I can do it.’

‘If your answer is no, don’t be afraid to say it. It’s okay, Mac.’

Leaning into him, she kissed him softly. They both kept their eyes closed and their foreheads pressed together once their lips parted.

‘I’m going to need some time to think. It’s not an instant no, but… please don’t get your hopes up.’

‘Don’t worry about me. It’s a difficult decision, take as much time as you need.’ He told her, stroking her face soothingly. His initial shock had passed and now he was feeling much calmer, his sole concern being Mackenzie now. ‘I feel like an asshole for leaving now.’

His summer break time was over and he had to be in Belgium for his race in a couple of days. He was planning on catching the first plane back as soon as it was over, but now he was beginning to question even going.

‘Don’t worry.’ She reassured him. ‘I’ll be fine.’

‘I can stay if you need-‘

‘No. You love your job, and I refuse to start messing with it. I never let you mess with mine, and I’m never messing things up for yours!’

Her voice was determined again, no trace of her sobs left. Jarno loved how passionate the woman in front of him was when she was sure she was right. He hugged her tightly, feeling her arms around his chest as well.

‘Yes, ma’am.’ He smiled into her shoulder.

///////////////

With one final chew, the tip of the straw broke. Mackenzie stuck her tongue out and removed it. What remained of the deformed and chewed straw of her smoothie made it almost impossible to drink out of. Almost. She twirled it between her fingers, looking at it without really seeing it.

Nine months. Nine months of fat, sick, tired and annoyed. I’ll have to have this parasite in me, feeding and growing until without so much as a thank you it’ll come out. Mackenzie groaned. Childbirth pain. She’d almost neglected to be upset about that too.

Looking out the window of Mike’s diner, she saw a few people enjoying the end of summer to stroll around the city whilst the sunlight was still unblocked by clouds. They looked happy to her eyes and she was irrationally annoyed by it. Go be happy someplace else!

‘See, you’re not even an actual person yet and you’re already making me bitter!’ She whispered angrily to her stomach. No, don’t start talking to it… Ever since she found out she was pregnant, Mackenzie refused to give the parasite the pleasure of her acknowledgement. It was even smaller than a bread crumb, so it didn’t deserve acknowledgement.

Her worry wasn’t attachment, though. Her concerns were of a more rational than emotional nature.

‘Everything okay, Mac?’

Mike was passing by looking very busy, as he asked. He grabbed the dirty plates from a nearby table and paused at hers, waiting.

‘Yeah, don’t worry.’ She replied tonelessly. His gaze lingered but he started moving. ‘Actually… Mike.’ The big man stopped again. ‘You got a second?’

‘Sure.’ He went to the kitchen to drop the plates and returned to her booth, struggling to fit into the tight sitting space with his massive size. ‘What’s up, kid?’

She couldn’t avoid a small laugh. ‘Really? Kid?’

‘Mac, you’re gonna be sixty… Well, maybe not, since you eat a lot of my food, but…’ Mackenzie smiled at that. ‘you’re gonna be sixty and I’ll still look at you and see that sweet eighteen-year-old who appeared at my diner without any money. You looked like you were in trouble then, and you look like that now.’ His honest, candid words surprised her, and she looked down before facing his eyes again.

‘What do you think about Jarno?’

‘Who’s Jarno?’ Mike asked, appearing to have no problem in letting her change the subject.

‘Pretty boy.’ Mackenzie replied, certain she’d have never have guessed to be saying those words to the man in front of her.

‘Oh, that’s his name? Guess I should start calling him that, now that I know…’

‘You’re not.’

‘No, probably not.’ He sighed, crossing his arms. ‘In the space of one week, a couple of months back, you brought him here at least three times. Then, I didn’t see the guy for a while. Then he showed up here alone, which I suspect wasn’t for the pleasure of my company. Then, you came and saw him, and now I’m almost tired of seeing his face for the past three weeks…’ He paused. ‘I think he’d walk over broken glass for you, right now.’

They looked at each other for a moment.

‘Anything else?’ Mackenzie questioned him.

‘He’s naïve.’

‘Thank God, an insult. I was worrying for a second…’

‘It wasn’t an insult. Naïve people tend to do the right thing rather than the easy one. I always hoped you’d be around someone naïve. What can I say, I like the guy!’ He looked suddenly concerned. ‘Do not tell him I said that.’

Mackenzie made gesture which indicated her lips were sealed. ‘Thanks.’ She told him, grabbing one of his hands and giving a little squeeze.

‘Don’t mention it, kid.’ He replied, patting her outstretched hand with the awkward style he had every time he got emotional. Squeezing himself back out of the seat, he went about clearing the tables again.

Not quite understanding why she’d decided to ask Mike that particular question, Mackenzie was immersed in her own thoughts again.

Would it be that awful? The little parasite would be half Jarno’s. And half mine. Now that was a strange thought…

Her mind shifted to Jarno.

He said he wouldn’t let this get in the way. But won’t he? Would he ever truly forgive her if she didn’t go through with her pregnancy? And if she had the baby, could he stand to be with someone who didn’t take any interest in her own child. That’s what he proposed. That I didn’t have to be a parent. But would he resent me for it, in time?

Until the end of the day these thoughts were permanently on loop in her mind, until Mackenzie made her decision.

///////////////

Nearly three at a time Jarno climbed the stairs to Mackenzie’s apartment. His race had been average to say the least. He never got close to the top spots and made a massive miscalculation that meant crashing into another car, causing them both to retire. The driver had been furious and Jarno knew he had the right to be. Just like his team boss had had every single right to be furious during the team briefing afterwards, which he was.

He needed to know the answer. He needed to be with Mackenzie, to know she was okay.

The sound of a raised voice reached his ears. As he closed the distance to the door of the apartment it became clear it was Hailey’s voice. The hell… Using the key, Jarno opened the door.

In front of him, Hailey stood with her back turned to him facing Mackenzie, who shifted her gaze to him when he entered. The other girl was still mid-sentence.

‘… and every time he leaves you just…’ She noticed her friend looking at him and turned back. Her eyes found him and instantly got a hostile look. Jarno had closed the door but almost wanted to open it again and run from her. ‘Listen here, you motherfucker!’ Came her growl, as she walked to him with a fierce look. ‘I don’t care how much of a good fuck you are; I’m going to fucking kill you if you get near her again!’

He took a step back, his back against the door, completely stunned as she looked up at him from just inches away, almost shooting sparks through her eyes. Jarno remembered Mackenzie’s description of her friend suddenly. Hailey is a complete fitness addicted pile of muscle. She could take you. He didn’t doubt it much at the moment.

‘What are you-‘ He tried to start.

‘It’s not the first time that I’ve seen her looking down in the last months and every time it happens I can trace it right back to you!’ She jabbed a finger in his chest. ‘So I don’t care that she thinks the sun is shining out of your ass, your good guy act does not mean you can do what you want to her!’

‘Hailey…’ Mackenzie tried to make her stop but she was having none of it.

‘No!’ Hailey shouted, turning back to her. ‘You are not happily jumping back into his arms again without-‘

‘Hailey, I’m pregnant!’ The purple haired girl shouted back.

There was a tense silence.

‘You… You’re…’

When Mackenzie spoke, she did it in a calm yet forceful tone.

‘I’m pregnant. It’s his, in case you were wondering… We’ve talked, I asked for time to think, he gave it, now he’s here for me to tell him what I’ve thought. So, I need you to leave, if you would be so kind.’

Though he couldn’t see her face, Jarno could hear the blonde girl trying and failing to say something, only making incoherent sounds.

‘Leave, Hailey.’ Mackenzie repeated.

Her friend turned slowly and went for the door after Jarno stepped aside. She whispered “Sorry…” to him, but he couldn’t reply or look at her, since he was both angry at her for assuming the worst of him and impressed at her spirited defence of her best friend.

An awkward silence established itself between him and Mackenzie. Jarno walked next to where she was and sat down on one side of the big sofa, whilst Mackenzie took the other. It was the same position they’d been in when he first visited and they’d told each other about their jobs.

So much had happened since then. Mackenzie’s likes, fears, personality and body had become familiar to him in a way he could never have thought possible, and Jarno knew what he was asking her to do was a massive shift from anything she was even remotely comfortable with.

‘I’m sorry about that-‘

‘Is she right?’

Jarno’s abrupt question seemed to baffle her.

‘What?’

‘Was she right with what she just said? Am I just making you miserable?’

Her brow furrowed. ‘Why would you say that?’

‘We have completely different takes on… everything. One minute we can’t keep our hands off each other, the next we’re not talking for months! I just… Sometimes, I just wonder if…’

‘Yes?’

‘I wonder if we aren’t in a relationship we’re not comfortable with.’

Mackenzie remained seated in silence, her eyes never leaving his. Just like quite a few times before, the lighting of the room and her coloured hair made her blue eyes seem dark purple. And as per usual he was almost hypnotized by them.

‘When we got back together I told you I’d never been in a relationship. Remember that?’

‘Of course.’

‘And I got into this one with you. Because I wanted to. I wanted to add my scepticism about relationships with your deep and meaningfulness and watch us struggle to find the common ground.’ She told him and he felt himself smile at her. ‘And, so far I’ve enjoyed it.’

‘I’ve enjoyed it too, Mac. There’s stuff where you’re pulling me out of my shell and I couldn’t be more grateful. And I know you’re doing your best to meet me half-way, I just don’t want either of us to go so far over the other side that we stop being ourselves.’

Mackenzie leaned forward and caressed his temples. ‘I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do, Jarno. You don’t need to worry about me. I do need to know something.’

He waited her pause out.

‘Most couples that I know have had to make a decision in which one of the people in it later came to resent the other, even if they originally both thought they were okay with it.’ She told him. ‘I don’t want that to be us.’

‘I am not going-‘

‘Tell me. Forget about what you think I want to hear. Be honest with me, will you resent me? For not wanting to be a mother for this baby? For not wanting kids in the future?’

Her hands were still at his temples and Jarno traced a finger across her cheek.

‘Mac, you really need to stop thinking of me as a guy that wants a 1950’s wife.’

‘That’s not what-‘

‘I know you don’t mean it in a mean way, but every time you feel this is going somewhere that’s unconventional, like telling me you go on cam or this, it’s as though you’re expecting me to freak out. You’re the most unique person I’ve ever met. And you need to know that’s a plus in my book. Every day of the week.’

Without a second of pause, the purple haired girl pulled him in for the biggest bear hug of his life. Jarno held on just as tightly.

‘Congratulations, you’re going to be a dad.’ Mackenzie whispered in his ear.

///////////////

‘I’m just lucky that my audience is even kinkier than I originally thought.’

‘No kidding, you’ve actually grown in subscribers?’

‘Apparently there’s a market out there for a fat woman that’s got a belly the size of a small moon…’

‘Well, I mean, it’s also made your boobs double in size, which I didn’t believe to be possible.’ Jarno grinned at her.

‘Oh, you noticed?’ Mackenzie shot back, amused. He’d caressed her breasts for so long she had managed to cum from that stimulation alone for the first time in her life. That had earned him a tit-fucking for the ages.

‘Deep down I’m a heterosexual male.’

‘Yes,’ Mackenzie said, tapping her five-month bump. ‘I recall.’

A woman behind the desk of the clinic called out, but it wasn’t for them.

There had been other ultrasounds before, but she had come alone to those because by coincidence they’d been at dates when Jarno had been racing. Mackenzie knew this was the cause of much disappointment for him, so when her doctor told her this was the one in which the parasite would begin to look like it did in the chick flick’s ultrasounds, she made sure he was there to see.

The parasite. Mackenzie had accidentally referred to it out loud in conversation by that name in front of Jarno. She had cringed in anticipation of his shocked reaction but instead he’d laughed. He now used it as well, as a cute name in the absence of knowing its sex. Go figure.

‘Payment’s at the end, right?’ He asked her.

‘Yeah, after the appointment.’ She replied. ‘Also, we need to sort out this money thing…’

He turned his head, concerned.

‘Why, did the card not work?’

‘No, no, the card worked fine, Jarno.’ She reassured him. ‘We just need to make sure you’re not banking the whole thing. I mean, did you even put a limit on that card?’ She added the last sentence in a whisper.

‘No, if you had run into an unexpected pregnancy related expense I wanted you to not have problems. Besides, I trust you not to impulse-buy a solid gold dildo just because you can.’

‘Stop being funny, I want to contribute. And before you start,’ Mackenzie covered Jarno’s mouth with a hand because he was about to argue against it. ‘It took two to make the parasite, so you’re not covering the bills alone.’

Jarno sighed.

‘I don’t see the need to have you do that when I’m having no problem doing so but,’ It was his turn to cover her mouth before she interrupted. ‘if this means that much to you we’ll split the costs. Just not fifty-fifty because no matter how hard you argue for it, you know that’s not a fair split…’

‘Then how?’

‘I like to have my taxes in order, so I have this accountant that I trust because he actually makes me pay what I’m meant to. He knows how much I make and if you send him an average of your earnings he’ll give us a number for each so that we’re paying the same proportion of what we make. Sound good?’

‘It sounds great.’ She smiled, just as the woman called out her name this time. ‘Make way for the whale and the parasite…’ Mackenzie muttered so that only Jarno could hear. His only response was to roll his eyes.

They entered the room they were pointed to, Mackenzie’s doctor already waiting. Jarno was meeting him for the first time. She remembered being slightly uncomfortable with the idea of a middle-aged man touching her parts but Dr. Boulahrouz had been nothing but professional and answered even her most bizarre pregnancy related questions without any annoyance. He was talking in a friendly way with Jarno.

Once she was lying with her round belly exposed, Mackenzie felt the cold of the gel before the plastic probe made contact with her skin, as all three of them focused on the screen slightly above them. Dr. Boulahrouz started to point out baby facts, mostly for Jarno’s benefit since she was ignoring all sounds, as all her focus was on looking at the image of the person that currently resided in her.

The other two didn’t seem to notice and she focused on what they were talking just about in time to hear the doctor’s question.
‘Would you like to know the baby’s gender?’

‘Yes.’ Jarno and Mackenzie replied together, which was unexpected since they’d never talked about it.

‘Well, in that case, let me offer you my congratulations on your future little girl.’

‘If her teenage years are anything like mine,’ Mackenzie said, once Jarno and her were outside in the car park, copies of the ultrasound in their hands. ‘you are not going to be very peaceful in your thirties…’

‘Peaceful is overrated.’ Jarno told her, kissing her head as they walked. ‘Besides, I was kind of hoping my first kid would be a girl.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, I’m curious to see how different the childhood years are going to be, since my family has a history of having boys almost exclusively. Must have been your side that tipped it over. Oh, almost forgot, do you have a driver’s license?’

‘Yeah…?’ She responded, curious.

Wordlessly he handed her something small that he’d gotten from his pocket. It clinked when it fell into her palm.

‘If you’re not too busy I was hoping you could drive us somewhere, because I wanted to show you something.’

‘Yeah, Jarno? Are we not going to discuss the thing that you just gave me?’

Mackenzie was still following him, though she wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings since Jarno had deposited the red car keys in her hand. He had a self-satisfied grin on. She realized they’d stopped and looked in front of her. In front of them, reflecting the few late afternoon rays of sunlight, was a red car that had the same black horse badge on its front as the one on the key he’d handed to her.

‘Holy shit!’ She said, loud enough to turn the heads of the people that weren’t already staring at the red Ferrari. ‘Wh- what? How? Why?’

Jarno smiled, looking as though it was the reaction he’d been hoping for.

‘Well, one of the perks of driving for Ferrari is that, as it turns out, no one wants to say no when I go into any dealership and ask to take one out for a spin…’ He winked, heading to the passenger side door. ‘Come on, unlock it.’

Mackenzie clicked the button on the keys and got into the driver’s seat, the last one taking quite a lot of time both due to her pregnancy and how low the car was.

Once she closed the door behind her she was greeted by the sight of black leather with red stitching everywhere. There were also a few patches of another material that she identified from a documentary as carbon fibre. The steering wheel was covered in buttons. A yellow analogical rev counter was in the middle of the display. There were flappy paddles for gear changes, there was… a lot to take in.

‘Okay,’ Jarno leaned towards her. ‘traction control is fully on, automatic gearbox is engaged, the turning signals aren’t levers they’re right there next to where your thumbs go on the wheel. Any questions?’

‘Ah… Why is the steering full of buttons?’

‘To make sure your fingers don’t fumble over anything when you’re changing gears they put all the tasks that usually are in the levers on the steering wheel. Like in an F1 car. See, the philosophy behind it is that it’s for your driving pleasure, so your hands almost never have to leave the wheel- what?’

‘Does it make noise and go fast like every other Ferrari?’ Mackenzie asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘I, well, yes, but it does it in this really cool way…’ He tried to make sure she understood the importance of it, to no avail. ‘Fine, put your seatbelt on and let’s go.’ Jarno gave up with a childish pout.

Starting the engine up was incredibly cool. It grunted into life, making her feel the vibration through the seat, before settling back down on its revs. To her it was as if a tiger’s leash had been handed to her. It was both exciting and terrifying.

But she soon realised the tiger liked to play the part of a kitten as well. Reversing it out of the car park, driving through the city traffic… These things it made sure were as easy and manageable as doing so in a small Fiat. She was so in awe of what she was driving she hadn’t even payed attention to what address Jarno had placed in the satnav. Whatever it was, it took her away from the city for a few miles.

At one point, she voiced her tiger gone kitten thought to Jarno. He said nothing until they got to a long straight empty road.

‘Put your foot straight down for about five seconds. You have enough time to slow back down.’

Mackenzie did exactly that and instantly gasped. Her back was suddenly pushed onto her seat, and a deafening sound came from just behind her head where the engine was, as the revs climbed. Two gear changes and it was still inviting her to continue, however Jarno had said five seconds and so she lifted her right foot and let herself go back down to the speed limit.

‘You can forget that it has sharp teeth and claws.’ Jarno told her, as she recovered from the exhilarating feeling. ‘But it won’t.’

Just after the corner that followed this remark, Jarno pointed to an entry gate which was open and Mackenzie drove inside. A man in his sixties appeared and headed to the driver’s door. As he approached he seemed to realise Jarno wasn’t driving and went around to his side.

Jarno opened his window and the man leaned in, before shaking hands with him.

‘Merlo, I was expecting you wanted the place to yourself actually…’

‘Thought I’d share the experience. Hawkins, Mackenzie.’ She shook his extended hand.

‘Well,’ Hawkins said. ‘everything is ready, so for half an hour it’s all yours.’

‘Thank you.’ Jarno replied, as the other man took his leave into a garage to the right.

‘Where are we?’ Mackenzie asked, not comprehending what the two were talking about.

‘Can you spot where we are?’

She followed his extended finger and finally properly looked to her left. The road she thought was a road wasn’t actually one. The white markings on the asphalt of a pit straight gave it away. It was a race track. Not a very modern one, but one with a smooth surface.

‘No way! You want me to drive this on a track!?’

‘If you feel up for it, yes.’

Mackenzie looked at him, still amazed at this turn of events.

‘You know what, no.’

‘No?’ Jarno asked, looking surprised, his smile faltering.

‘No, you’ve seen me doing what I do best at my job, now it’s your turn. Show me what it’s like to take this to the edge.’

‘Alright!’ He said, almost jumping out of his seat. She took a little longer to get out and go to the passenger side, noticing his happy skip and the childlike excitement etched on his face.

To her left, Jarno adjusted the seat position and started to fiddle with the steering wheel buttons.

‘I’m turning off the traction control and putting it on manual gearbox again.’

‘Why turn the traction control off…?’

‘It’s going to try and be too smart for its own good. It’s going to ignore some of my throttle inputs because it thinks they’re a bad idea.’

‘I mean, he was designed by Ferrari, he ought to be smart enough to know…’ Mackenzie observed.

‘It’s designed to make sure the average millionaire doesn’t think he’s Schumacher and suddenly find himself in a wall. We can go much faster without its help.’ Jarno said, smiling in a cocky way.

‘You know,’ She said as the engine rumbled and he placed it neatly in one of the white markings on the ground. ‘smug isn’t a look that I find particularly attractive on you…’

Jarno rolled his eyes, before turning forwards again and putting his foot on the throttle. Unlike her, he wasn’t concerned about being kind. There was a loud squeal of rubber on tarmac and Mackenzie’s every organ inside her (plus baby) dislocated slightly backwards as the car launched itself forwards.

The numbers in front of the wheel that indicated speed were climbing too fast to positively say how fast they were going. When they climbed a little slower she realised it was still useless to her: it was in kilometres. Whatever three hundred of those an hour was, they reached them before Jarno braked for the first corner.

The Ferrari gave out a loud tyre squeal throughout the entire corner and twitched nervously, clearly on the edge of losing grip. But it didn’t.

For three laps Jarno drove to the limit. Every corner they reached made Mackenzie think he was going too fast to be able to make it. The car jerked, made more noise, violently made the rear try to make them lose control and every time Jarno’s hands moved lightning fast, his feet danced across the pedals and it grudgingly fell back in line. It was incredible.

‘Everything okay?’ Came his shouted question after those three laps.

She laughed loudly as he went through a fast corner. He seemed to understand that was a yes. His face was a curious mixture of concentration and childish amusement as his focus shifted entirely to the task at hand.

‘See? If I had traction control, he would have made me slow down just now. I mean, I’m obviously wearing the tyres out much more aggressively, but there’s something to be said about understeer versus oversteer when setting up-‘

‘Oh my God! Stop! Stop!’

Very quickly the brakes sprang into action, slowing them down from at least one hundred and fifty miles an hour to a standstill.

Jarno instantly turned to her, deep concern filling his features even further when he noticed Mackenzie had her hands frenetically searching her abdomen.

‘Gimme your hand, gimme your hand! Quick!’ She told him grinning wildly. It seemed to both ease his concern and puzzle him but he let her guide his hand to her skin, where she moved it around until his face shifted into an incredulous smile. ‘She’s finally kicking!’

‘But are you okay, does it hurt more than normal?’

‘By normal you mean all the other times a human being has poked her foot on my skin from inside me?’

‘Just…’ Jarno made a face at her. ‘Do I race to a doctor or not?’

‘No, I’m good. And I think it was the racing bit that did it. It got her and me excited… Maybe you’re going to have a successor when you retire! Have there been women in F1?’

‘Yeah, but only five in actual races. The really good female racers tend to refuse to get sponsors that make them do shitty vaguely sexist crap so they don’t usually get to the top.’ He replied, only seemingly half aware of what he was saying, his eyes glued to where his hands were caressing Mackenzie’s skin.

Mackenzie had no idea if the baby could be aware of her father’s caresses yet, but it was sure making her feel goose bumps at her spine. It was at that point Mackenzie also became aware she had no longer referred to the parasite by its previous name in her own mind ever since she’d been told the sex of the baby.

Her left hand ran through Jarno’s curly black hair softly. He looked up, beaming at her.

‘Could you bring her when you visit? I mean, not every time, but a couple of them, or… something. I don’t know… I’m sorry, I’m an undecided fucking mess…’

She felt foolish at her sudden impulse to say what she did, but took a little comfort from the fact that his hands never stopped rubbing her rhythmically.

‘You’re an amazing fucking mess, for the record. And I have something to show you in response to that. Mind making a detour on the way home?’

‘Okay…’ Mackenzie replied, not understanding what he could possibly show her and worried by him not giving her an answer.

Without another word Jarno turned his attention back on the road and drove them into the pitlane and back to the gates of the circuit, stopping just long enough to explain to Hawkins that everything was okay with them despite the sudden braking. From there, he drove calmly until they were back in the city before heading downtown. Just shy of it, he headed into a street where he went into one of the skyscraper’s garage entries.

Parking into a slot that appeared to belong to the inhabitant of one of the apartments, Jarno took her hand and led her into an elevator. Once the doors closed, he punched in a floor as well as a number which Mackenzie thought to probably be an unlock code. They rose for quite some time before the doors opened and she exited unprompted, looking around.

It was a vast open space with a high ceiling, windows that went from bottom to top with the exception a slightly lower left corner that appeared to be perfect for placing some sofas around a flat screen. There was no furniture. With a quick glance up she realised there was an upper balcony of sorts behind her with doors to what she assumed would be bedrooms.

Silently, Mackenzie walked to the windows and admired the skyline, as the setting sun was becoming hidden by the surrounding buildings, despite the fact that the apartment was higher up than most of them.

‘So, what do you think?’ Jarno asked, standing just behind her.

‘This is amazing! But, what is this?’

He appeared to be carefully choosing his words.

‘This is a place I have just bought to make sure I don’t have to abuse your hospitality. And Hailey’s.’

‘But why? You know we like you in our…’ Mackenzie’s lips twitched in amusement. ‘… hospitality.’

‘I know.’ Jarno smiled, looking down in his usual shyness. ‘But just in case you don’t, that is, if we’re not together sometime in the future, I want you to know that I’m still going to be here every chance I get with the parasite because I’m keeping my promise. You can be as present or not present as much as you want in our daughter’s life.’

She watched his eyes attentively, his kind brown fading into green eyes.

‘Is that even remotely practical for you?’ Mackenzie asked, tonelessly.

‘Fuck practical.’

He meant it, she could tell.

‘You win.’ Two tears rolled down her eyes slowly. ‘Okay? You win. Fine, I’m fucking in love with you.’

‘You…?’ Jarno looked as though he’d been hit over the head with something heavy.

‘Yes. Enough “I really like you” euphemisms. I’m in love with you.’ She looked defiant, as if daring him to mock her for saying it. ‘Happy?’ She added, the defiant effect slightly ruined by a loud sniff.

With a sigh Jarno tucked a few strands of her purple hair behind her ear, his other hand at the small of her back.

‘Mackenzie,’ He whispered against her lips. ‘I’ve been in love with you since you were bullshitting your way through explaining the Battle of Little Budapest.’

Her relieved laugh never left her because he was instantly kissing her with passion, as if he could never get enough of the taste and feel of her. Mackenzie reacted in the same fashion. For the first time in her life she knew exactly how it was like to feel that way about someone and she was sure as hell going to let Jarno know about it.

///////////////

Shaking his head like a dog, Jarno managed to remove most of the whiteness from his hair. His black curls became visible once more as the snow fell off. Searching his pockets for the keys and humming happily to himself with the hand that wasn’t holding the heavy groceries, he finally managed to enter Mackenzie’s building.

It was December and his new apartment wasn’t furnished, still. Mackenzie was helping him decide, looking up 1001 catalogues and giving him a review of each. It was a lot of fun but the progress was slow, so whenever he was in town he was still crashing at her place helping out with the groceries. It had the added benefit of Hailey joining in on the fun, so much so that the previous day all three of them hadn’t left the apartment even once, enjoying the warmth of the heating and their bodies.

He was far too high on happiness to even care about the sounds of someone in one of the apartments having a row. Climbing the stairs, the noises of the altercation started to rise and he thought to himself that either Mackenzie’s apartment had good sound isolation or this was a rather unusual event for the building. When he was about to reach the right floor, the words reached him.

‘We have let this shame our family name for far too long! If she wanted to prostitute herself alone, fine! But I will not allow my future grandchild to be raised in a whorehouse!’

‘I don’t give to shits what you want. You are not welcome here. Get out!’

‘Believe me, I take no pleasure in being here… We have arranged a good marriage to stop this abomination immediately! A good man, willing to look past her disgusting past. Now move, so she can come with us!’

‘You lay a finger on her and I will fuck you up!’

A heavy footstep followed by the unmistakable sound of someone’s fist making contact with a person reached Jarno’s ears as he raced to the door of Mackenzie’s apartment, the groceries dropped instantly. The door was slightly open and he pushed it wide. There were four people in front of him. A man and a woman he didn’t know, but could very easily guess who, were with their backs to him. Hailey had her fists raised and pure fury etched on her features as she stood in front of them, Mackenzie behind her curled into a ball, her arms desperately covering her large belly and pure fear in her eyes.

Hailey had hit his nose hard enough to make Mackenzie’s father take two steps back but he raised his fist to retaliate. Feeling his blood boil, Jarno grabbed the man’s wrist and pulled it back on itself, taking savage pleasure in the cracks that made themselves heard.

Grabbing the back of his neck, Jarno pulled him back, in practice switching their position, as he was now the one in front of Hailey, albeit with his back to her. He felt Hailey’s movement more than he saw it and grabbed her arm before she tried anything and made her get behind him. For once she obeyed him and didn’t move after he let go of her.

Jarno quickly scanned the two unwelcome people, trying desperately to stop his hands from shaking due to his anger. The man was very thin with tiny eyes, wincing in pain on the floor where he’d fallen. The woman looked as though someone had described Mackenzie to an untalented painter: the similarities were there to see, but they lacked all of the beauty that her daughter possessed. She had her nose flared like an eagle when he’d entered, as if she was too dignified to look at either of the two girls. His hatred for her passive self-righteousness even outweighed his hatred for the poison her husband had shouted.

‘Get up.’ Jarno commanded the man, his voice filled with contempt but not shouted.

The man got up, filled with outrage, and Jarno could see him prepare to shout more garbage but instead his jaw twitched and he seemed unsure. He was a natural bully that had found someone bigger than him, and, like in all cowards, his bravado dissipated.

‘I told you to get up,’ Jarno spoke just above a whisper but clearly made himself heard to everyone in the room. Anger never made him shout, it made him icy cold. ‘because I want you to see that I’ve got six inches on you and you’re giving up at least forty pounds. I’m not a five foot six girl. Raise your hands above your hips and I will knock you the fuck into next week.’

He seemed to shrink before him and all thoughts of speaking appeared to have fled. Jarno took a step forwards until his head was right alongside the man’s ear. His eyes found the woman’s who seemed unwilling to do anything to help her husband.

‘If you ever get anywhere near either my friend, the mother of my child or my daughter ever again I will stab you in the heart.’ It wasn’t a threat, it was a promise, so he still didn’t elevate his tone from the icy murmur. ‘Get. Out.’

They both moved to leave fast, neither looking back. It would have been comical if Jarno hadn’t just had to actually fight a very powerful urge to choke the life out of them moments before. He turned back, noticing Hailey still looking at the open door with the same angry glare he probably had on his face as well.

‘Let’s check if they’ve really left.’ Jarno suggested, his voice back to normal.

‘I got it.’ Hailey replied, and repeated the path their unwelcome guests had just gone through.
Kneeling next the other girl, Jarno tentatively reached for her shoulder with his hand.

‘Mac?’

Her hands weren’t frantically protecting the baby anymore, but she was still struggling for breath.

‘I couldn’t let them get near the baby.’ Mackenzie stuttered, not meeting his eyes. ‘They’re not going to get to try and poison the mind of another young girl, especially not our…’

He threw both arms around her and felt her cry silently against his neck. After a long time, Hailey reappeared, having gathered the groceries Jarno left on the corridor floor. She nodded at him when he looked up, silently inquiring if Mackenzie’s parents had actually followed his command. Then she brought a glass of water to Mackenzie’s unsteady hands.

‘Sleeping pill.’ Jarno whispered in the blonde girl’s ear and she went back for it. Mackenzie took it without asking what it was. After a couple of minutes, she was still and he picked her up very gingerly. He deposited her on the bed and kissed her temple, before heading out again.

Hailey was putting everything he’d bought in its proper place and he joined her.

‘I’m going to ask her to come with me to my parent’s for Christmas.’ Jarno said as he stored a box of cereal. ‘I know you two spend it together, but would you mind? I’m extending the invitation to you too.’

‘I don’t mind; she could use getting well clear of here for a few days.’ Hailey said, putting steaks in the fridge. ‘I think I’ll go back to my folks for the holidays. Thanks for the offer, though.’ She closed the fridge door and looked him straight in the eye. ‘Are your folks going to not be cunts?’

‘I told them what she does and what she means to me.’ He replied, taking zero offense from her words. ‘They can’t wait to meet her and begged me to invite her. They’ll be good.’

Hailey studied him with an unusually attentive look.

‘Okay.’

The two of them took care of the rest of their putting away which didn’t take long.

‘If you hadn’t grabbed my arm, I think I would’ve…’ Hailey began.

‘I know. I think I would’ve too if Mackenzie wasn’t in the room.’

‘Some people just bring out the worst in others, don’t they?’ She whispered. Jarno smiled humourlessly. ‘I’m going to close my eyes for a bit too.’

‘Okay.’ He replied, as she passed him and gave his shoulder a little squeeze.

When the silence of the house began to get to him Jarno walked to the front door and locked it, before going to lay alongside Mackenzie for some shuteye as well.

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The car had stopped for quite some time and Mackenzie had exited, but her hand lingered on the door, not closing it. Either getting back in and refusing to leave the rented hatchback or merely turning and running away from Jarno’s parent’s property seemed like equally appealing alternatives to going in and meeting them.

‘Mackenzie, please.’ Jarno said, understanding her hesitation. ‘Trust me.’

His fingers brushed hers and, taking hold of them, Mackenzie followed him up a small set of stairs that went from the driveway to the small garden that was mostly hidden by a hedge. Apparently, according to Jarno, the front door at the Merlo’s residence had been used only twice since the house was built. Everyone entered through what had originally been meant to be a small back porch door. And nobody really knew why it had started.

The house was a one-storey building in a medium sized lot of land in Napoli countryside, and it was now standing beneath an icy grey sky of Christmas Eve morning. The cold was a lot less severe than what Mackenzie was used to from both Toronto and New York, whilst the rain was staying away since they’d arrived by plane in Rome. They had lunch in an amazing restaurant on the way and just arrived at three in the afternoon.

They arrived at the porch door. Before she had any time to ask for another moment he’d already opened the door and they entered a cosy looking kitchen.

They were barely inside when there was a loud exclamation of greeting and a smiling overweight woman, just a few centimetres taller than Mackenzie, let go of the book she’d reading and ran to them.

‘Jarno, è così bello vederti, tesoro!’ Jarno’s mother told him, beaming at him and throwing her arms around her son’s neck and kissing his cheek. ‘I see you less now that you work a few kilometres away than when you were in England!’ She complained in English, apparently so that her son’s girlfriend could understand the seriousness of her complaint.

‘Yeah, well when I was in England I wasn’t fighting for an F1 title… I need to be at the factory! Plus, plane trips to visit someone…’ Jarno replied, looking sideways at Mackenzie. ‘Mac, this is my mother, Annalisa.’

A shy smile was the best Mackenzie could manage to produce, but Annalisa had other ideas and, with a grin that showed all her teeth, took her into an embrace just as tight as the one she’d given her son and kissed both her cheeks.

‘Mackenzie, I’ve been hearing so much about you for so long! And wanting to meet you for just as long…’ She looked pointedly at her son.

‘It’s almost as if he knows how totally not a big deal you would make of it…’ Came a heavily accented low voice from behind a doorway. Then, Jarno’s father appeared, not quite as tall as his son, with a broad chest and the brown fading into green eyes she knew so well now.

‘I didn’t make a big deal when I met Daniela!’

‘You and her mother were best friends since school and, when Jarno brought her for the first time, you smiled at her in such a way that the poor girl probably thought she’d be found buried in our backyard the following day.’ He told her, before approaching Mackenzie. ‘It’s good to meet you, Mackenzie. I’m Maurizio.’ He kissed both her cheeks and gave Jarno a hug.

‘You know what?’ Annalisa said, trying to sound annoyed but merely pouting at her husband childishly. ‘I can’t be bothered with your callous comments. For years I’ve been surrounded by boys at Christmas and finally there are two girls that I can talk to. And one of them is my granddaughter!’ She smiled warmly at Mackenzie’s round belly and her hand began to reach out.

‘Anna, you’ve just met her!’ Maurizio said, worried that Mackenzie would have taken offense. ‘At least ask her first…’

Before Annalisa could give voice to the apologetic look on her face, Mackenzie spoke.

‘Oh, it’s fine, go ahead. It’s the first time I’ve gotten fat and had it mean I’m stroked by people more often…’

Her words left her mouth before she’d had time to remember that she was meeting Jarno’s parents and not just talking to someone like Hailey. Embarrassment and apprehension for how she’d interpreted the moment filled her but they just laughed.

‘Exactly! When I was pregnant with Jarno I actually got asked out by a co-worker! I swear, some men have this weird obsession with women with another man’s child…’ Anna told her.

‘Pregnophile, I believe, is the popular term.’ Mackenzie informed her, getting more and more at ease.

‘Is it? But the weirdest thing to me is the fact that they congratulate the men. I mean, other than getting laid, what have these two done, I ask you?’ Anna told her, as Maurizio rolled his eyes and Jarno said “Mom…” in embarrassment. ‘Don’t tell me you think you were a virgin birth?’ Hailey laughed at her son.

‘Trust me, I’ve been informed I haven’t quite a few times.’ Jarno replied, depositing their bags on the corner and taking a seat. Maurizio did the same, and Hailey let herself be guided by Anna to sit next to the burning wood in the fireplace. Anna made to sit in a chair but Mackenzie grabbed her hand.

‘Don’t you want to feel?’ She asked, feeling like the conversation had veered away from the original topic and Jarno’s mother had forgotten.

‘Of course!’ Anna exclaimed and sat next to her, her hand touching her belly. As if on cue, her daughter decided to choose that moment for a light kick. Mackenzie couldn’t help but smile at the look of wonder in Anna’s eyes.

‘My doctor’s told us she kicks a little more than average…’

‘Oh I feel your pain, honey.’ She told Mackenzie, in an understanding tone. ‘Jarno enjoyed moving his feet as well…’ They both looked at Jarno in a mock upset way, to which he replied by putting his hands in the air in surrender.

‘This is going to be a Christmas of getting blame, isn’t it?’

‘Welcome to the world of dealing with pregnant women.’ Maurizio told his son.

They chatted for a couple of hours. Maurizio and Anna were two incredibly welcoming people who made her feel at home almost instantly, and their topics of conversation only focussed on her pregnancy for the beginning bit, mercifully, since Mackenzie had worried that was all they would focus on during her visit.

Before night fell, the three Merlo’s showed her around the property, and Mackenzie was shown a few chickens and sheep, though she almost fell instantly in love when a baby rabbit born three days before was put in her arms.

‘Wow, you’re such a city dweller… You realise he’s going to be eaten, right?’ Jarno asked her, amused by her unusually mellow reaction.

‘No, he’s not! You’re gonna be eaten. Shut up!’ She replied, clutching it tighter against her, making everyone laugh.

‘No!’ Jarno suddenly said, holding back an excitable German Sheppard that was almost his height standing up, who’d came running into the bunny area. ‘Sorry, Tom, but you can’t jump on her this time, buddy…’

Tom didn’t seem to understand why he couldn’t meet the new human and tried to break free. Mackenzie extended her hand, he sniffed it, before giving his lick of approval. Something else rubbed against her left leg.

‘That’s Jerry.’ Maurizio told her, and the black cat looked at him when he heard his name. ‘He’s not very cat-like. I’ve never seen a cat that’s so trusting and excitable…’ Right on queue Jerry stood up and poked her knee with a paw, asking for a stroke even though he didn’t know her.

‘You named your dog and cat, Tom and Jerry?’ Mackenzie asked them, as she shifted the rabbit to one arm so she could use the other to stroke Jerry behind the ear.

‘I tried to tell them the cat should be Tom and the dog something else, but they refused to listen.’ Anna told her, rolling her eyes. ‘I’ve given up on that fight years ago, Mac.’

When Christmas Eve dinner was almost done they were joined by Jarno’s uncle and aunt. There was none of the formality Mackenzie had been used to in her childhood. There was talk between everyone in every direction and they ate for hours just for the sake of it, which she loved.

At some point close to midnight Mackenzie found herself sitting next to Anna and Jarno’s aunt in a conversation about rebellious teen years.

‘I love your hair.’ Jarno’s aunt, Giovanna, told Mackenzie. ‘When I was sixteen I dyed mine green.’

‘No way!’ Mackenzie exclaimed, open-mouthed. The baby bunny was still in her arms, cuddled against her chest, after Anna had gone to get a small cage and offered him permanently to her.

‘Oh, yes…’ Giovanna smiled mischievously. ‘My parents hated every second of it, and I regretted it almost instantly because it didn’t suit me very well unlike with you, but I kept it for five months.’

‘Why?’

‘I had a crush on this gorgeous boy that was my friend’s brother and he told me he liked it. What he could have told me was that he was gay and liked it because he was thinking of dyeing his own hair green for a boy of his own…’ She made a face. Anna and Mackenzie laughed hysterically.

When it was 1 AM they all said their goodnights and headed for their bedrooms. Mackenzie was going to be sleeping with Jarno in his childhood bedroom.

‘Okay,’ He told her, not opening the door instantly. ‘just so you know I haven’t been living in this room since I was fifteen, and the… decorations since I was about twelve, so…’

Her curiosity peeked now, Mackenzie moved past him and opened the door. The decor was indeed more child-appropriate than teenager. Jarno’s parents had kept it all as he’d left it, the childish bedcovers, the miniature racing circuit on the carpet, the million car related books on the shelves and the walls covered in posters of very diverse F1 cars.

‘Oh, “sho” cute…’ She told him, putting the small cage with her bunny on the desk.

‘Yeah, yeah, fuck off.’ He replied, with a small slap on her butt.

They put their pyjamas on and got into bed together. Mackenzie looked on as Jarno grabbed a children’s story book from a shelf and started to read out loud to her tummy. This was a habit he’d developed since he’d shown her his apartment. He made voices for any given character, which made her go into a fit of giggles, which usually meant the parasite was rather active for a few minutes.

Unlike previous times, these stories weren’t in English, which meant no giggles from Mackenzie. She was enjoying listening to the smooth Italian that escaped his lips. Apparently so was their daughter. Pushing her top to expose the stretching of her skin, she realised it was less spirited than usual, as if the parasite was just calmly enjoying the sound of his voice as well.

With a dull “thump” noise he closed the book once he was finished and after a few more seconds the movements in Mackenzie’s belly stopped. She pushed him up and kissed him on the lips, on his cheeks, on his nose and neck. Her hands got lost in his hair as they slipped to their sides on the bed.

‘Make love to me.’ Mackenzie whispered to him, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

‘Ah, do you know what it does to me when you say things like that?’ Jarno muttered with an intense look. He kissed her again, with his hands getting beneath her top to caress her breasts as well as her baby bump.

They fondled each other lazily, revving up slowly. His cock was hot and stiff beneath her fingers and his hands were groping her thighs and backside but they were still on their sides. The size of Mackenzie’s middle had started to become an obstacle to the positions they could take.

But this once Mackenzie knew exactly what she wanted. Removing the clothes that Jarno hadn’t yet, she slowly turned her back to him and even more slowly leaned forwards until her backside was stuck in the air, moving side to side enticingly, and she looked back at him.

Jarno moved and buried his face into her snatch, caressing the swollen lips and giving the clit the briefest of touches before moving further up and starting to lick all along her crack. Ever since their first threesome with Hailey that she’d managed to ramp up his interest on anal activities. Not now, Mackenzie thought, as Jarno’s tongue got firmer against her butthole, but soon she’d have to let him try out her back door.

The wetness against her rear ceased and Mackenzie watched Jarno get on his knees and begin rubbing the tip of his cock against her.

‘Wait.’ She told him and pointed to the cage of the baby rabbit. ‘Could you cover him, please?’

He made a noise that could either be amused or exasperated. ‘Seriously?’

‘I’ve never been able to pee or fuck in front of animals! Just… cover him.’

Making a grumble not too dissimilar from Mutley in Wacky Races, Jarno got up and threw his shirt over the cage before coming back to his original position behind her. ‘Anything else?’ He asked, full of sarcasm, as his palms touched her butt cheeks.

‘Yes.’ She smiled back at him, biting her lip. ‘Make love to me.’

With deliberate slowness, he pressed against her opening, which gave way. The head of his cock slipped inside the wetness of her vagina before he popped it back out. A second thrust meant it eased a bit more inside, Jarno giving Mackenzie time to adjust to the intrusion whilst controlling his own thrill. She had no problems if he’d just jammed it in due to her heightened arousal, but then it wouldn’t have been right when her suggestion had been making love, not fucking.

Little by little Jarno’s rock-hard penis went deeper into her with each new move of his hips. Mackenzie let her head fall down on the pillow and closed her eyes, savouring how magnificent her walls contracting around the invading member felt and fighting hard against the urge to lean backwards and bury him all the way inside. She wanted it to last.

‘Agh… So good.’ Mackenzie moaned.

‘Trust me, from where I’m standing it’s pretty fucking incredible too.’ Jarno sighed back, massaging her curvy buns with both hands as he continued filling her slowly with his manhood.

In no time he bottomed out. Mackenzie felt irresistibly full. A feeling that wasn’t relaxed at all by being pregnant six months. Her right arm wrapped around her hanging belly. The parasite hadn’t moved an inch since her dad read her the children’s book. She always stood very still when Jarno and Mackenzie had sex, which Mackenzie found strange since a lot of women apparently complained about constant movement of the babies distracting them during intercourse.

Thinking about it, Mackenzie wondered what it would like if the baby decided to move. Feeling almost shocked at her kinkiness for once, she realised the thought turned her on. The idea of her excitement being passed on to her daughter, just like when she giggled, when Jarno fucked her was one of the naughtiest things to ever cross her mind. In fact, she thought, for the first time she could use the term “baby daddy” un-ironically about one of her lovers.

Jarno was her baby daddy. Silent laughter accompanied the thought and she made a little more noise than recommended.

‘Shhhh…’ Jarno breathed against the back of her neck. Whilst Mackenzie was lost in her strange daydream he’d leaned forwards, his chest against her back, and had begun thrusting at a steady place, his hands now eagerly palming her dangling breasts.

‘Do it.’ Mackenzie ordered him, clenching her pussy down on him, trapping his movements. ‘Love me.’ She spoke above his hiss of pleasure, feeling him throb.

‘I can’t last!’

‘That’s okay. Don’t you dare stop!’

His movements were now fast, and Mackenzie froze, her orgasm having sneaked up on her out of nowhere. It didn’t stop. She was sure there were many orgasms following each other rapidly but she couldn’t tell when they were beginning or ending. Her pussy gripped, grabbed and clenched Jarno’s penis and all she could do was grit her teeth together to stop any noise coming out.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ Jarno whimpered against her ear and the throbbing inside her intensified. His cum pumped out and filled her, intensifying her last orgasm.

Hot, spent and sweaty, despite it being Christmas Day at 1 AM, the two of them collapsed side by side on the bed, Jarno’s face pressed against her neck.

‘Can I make a confession?’ Mackenzie asked, the words difficult as if her tongue had gotten too big for her mouth.

‘Huh?’

‘It makes me really, really horny to know she’s inside me when you cum inside me.’ He was silent. ‘Come on, don’t make me feel weird… Say something.’

‘Knowing that cumming inside you is why she’s there… It, uh, it makes it hotter to do this. I thought you’d think I was a creep if I told you.’

‘Never.’ Mackenzie told him, feeling him smile against her skin.

They were silent for a while, as she absent-mindedly used her fingertips to trace up and down his juice covered cock.

‘I haven’t done doggy in a while. I really like it.’ She told him, unsure of he was still awake. An asserting “hmm-hmm” reached her ears. ‘I thought guys loved it, how come you never ask for it?’

‘When I’m with you, I can’t stand positions where I can’t look into your eyes.’

Mackenzie was naked, in bed, touching Jarno’s penis and pregnant with his baby. Yet his words made her blush crimson.

‘Remember when I mocked you for being deep and meaningful? I take it all fucking back!’

He smiled even more broadly than before into her neck.

///////////////
There weren’t many rays of light yet when Mackenzie felt herself awake. Just like many times before, her bladder being pushed by the baby had her in desperate need of a wee. Quietly, she made her way to the hall and went about her business in the adjacent bathroom. Just as she was coming out she saw Maurizio heading out of his room, already clothed.

‘Mackenzie, hi! Me and Anna didn’t wake you by being up, did we?’

‘No, no, that wasn’t it, don’t worry.’ She assured him, heading back to Jarno’s room when he called her.

‘Actually, since you’re up, would you mind joining me and Anna in the kitchen? We were hoping to talk to you alone. It’ll only take a few seconds…’

Dread took over her. Alone? Mackenzie thought they’d liked her, that the previous night had been a success, fun and cheerful. Were they going to tell her how they really felt about her? How much they disliked their son’s choice of girlfriend?

‘Okay, sure.’ She mumbled to him, and followed him into where she’d first set foot in the house.

Annalisa was there as well. ‘Oh, good morning, dear.’

‘I thought we could talk to her now, before the others were up…’ Maurizio told his wife.

‘Okay, let just fetch…’ She replied, going to grab a box from inside a spot Mackenzie couldn’t see.

Annalisa returned with some kind of black box in her hands and sat down next to her husband in front of Mackenzie, who’d also taken a seat at the table. She steeled herself for what would be coming.

‘We have a tradition of only handing out presents in the morning of Christmas Day.’ Maurizio said. ‘But we were hoping we could give you yours on your own, just so there wasn’t any pressure.’

Mackenzie felt almost dizzy with relief. A gift! They weren’t going to tell her off. They liked her! The second thought came instantly, almost childishly, and she forced herself to not think about it yet.

‘You didn’t need to give me anything…’ She told them, honestly. Their lack of any hostility had been more than what she’d hoped for.

Maurizio disregarded her phrase with a wave of his hand.

‘Anyway, I don’t know if Jarno’s told you before but we have a history of every new baby born always being a boy.’

‘He did. When we found out it was a girl he told me it was probably my side of the family that’d done it.’

‘And he’s probably right. It’s so rare for a Merlo girl to be born in fact that we’ve developed this tradition around it.’ He told her. ‘The last female born a Merlo was my grandmother. So, this,’ Maurizio pushed the black box into her hands. ‘is something that’s been waiting to change owner since then.’

The box was velvety to the touch and Mackenzie stared at it, a little overwhelmed by what Maurizio had just said.

‘Go ahead, dear. Open it!’ Annalisa smiled encouragingly.

She did open it. Inside, neatly placed, was a medallion, just slightly bigger than a two euro coin she’d seen Jarno use on their way from Rome, with a chain. Both the chain and the medallion itself looked to be made of silver, the latter having engraved on it some sort of bird.

‘The bird is a blackbird.’ Maurizio said, as Mackenzie studied the medallion lightly caressing the engraved image. ‘Or, in Italian, a Merlo.’ She looked up at him, feeling words weren’t quite within her reach. ‘It’s tradition that when a Merlo girl is born for her mother to use the pendant until one of her descendants has a girl as well. Even though our granddaughter isn’t born yet, we would be honoured if you were to wear it.’

Mackenzie opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, unsure of what to say. Jarno’s parents seemed to take her silence as something else.

‘Of course, not all the time.’ Maurizio corrected. ‘Just a few times, it’s an old-fashioned thing, might not go well with some outfits…’

‘No!’ Mackenzie corrected their misinterpretation quickly. ‘It’s beautiful. I’ll wear it. Everyday.’

They laughed and Mackenzie felt her hands shake as she removed the medallion from its safekeeping place and tried to put it around her neck. She struggled with clipping it into place and Maurizio got up and stood behind her to push her hair out of the way and helped her.

‘You know, Mackenzie,’ Anna told her, taking the younger girl’s hand in her own. ‘I’ve seen the way my son talked about you before I met you and yesterday I got to meet you, and the way he lights up when he is around you. How could I not adore you after that?’

There was a huge lump in Mackenzie’s throat. ‘I don’t know if Jarno’s told you, but I’m not going to… He’s the one who’s going to raise…’ She couldn’t continue. Her agreement with Jarno suddenly seemed to give her an image of herself through their eyes that she wasn’t too fond of.

‘We know, honey. We understand that being a mother was never in your plans and you have every right not to be judged for your decision. Please believe us when we say that…’

Mackenzie nodded. She did.

‘Maurizio and I would just like you to know that, even if sometime in the future you and Jarno aren’t together anymore, you will always be welcome here. Always.’

Getting up, Mackenzie put an arm around each of them and held them tightly against her in a hug that would hopefully make her feelings clearer than any words. Their arms enveloped her as well, which confirmed it had.

She eventually disentangled herself from them.

‘Uh, I should, uh… get back to bed.’ Mackenzie told them lamely.

Annalisa gave her a gentle squeeze on the cheek. ‘Of course, dear.’

When she closed the door to the room behind her, Mackenzie self-consciously touched the medallion around her neck. Her fingers traced the detailed blackbird that was engraved, and her eyes took in the sleeping Jarno. She stayed like that for a while.

Not exactly sure of how long she’d done it for, Mackenzie watched Jarno begin to stir.

‘Hey…’ He mumbled at her after he was awake enough to be aware of his bearings. ‘What are you doing up?’

‘The parasite keeps deciding my bladder is a nice kicking spot.’ Mackenzie replied, taking a seat at the bottom of the bed, no longer fiddling with the pendant. ‘What was your great grandmother’s name?’

‘What?’ He looked at her perplexed.

‘Your great grandmother’s name.’

‘Uh, which one?’

‘On your father’s side, the one who was actually born a Merlo, not the one who married into the family.’

‘That was… specific. She died when I was really young. Her name started with an “E”… Emma! It was Emma.’

‘Emma.’ Mackenzie said, testing it and running a hand over her stomach as if asking for approval.

‘But why…’ He began and immediately saw her hand. ‘Emma?’ He asked her.

‘I like it. What do you think?’

They’d never discussed a name since she’d become pregnant.

‘I think Emma is no longer known as “the parasite”.’ Jarno smiled at her and put an arm around her.

‘Guess not…’

‘But why did you…?’

Once more, Jarno began a sentence he never finished. His eyes suddenly noticed the new piece of jewellery around his girlfriend’s neck and his hand traced it lightly.

‘When?’ Came his only reaction.

‘Just now, your parents saw me and asked for a word.’

‘Wow, I… I didn’t know they were going to do that… That’s awesome of them. I didn’t even remember the tradition when I found out she was a girl…’ He stammered out, almost to himself, looking happy.

He hugged her tightly against him, and Mackenzie felt at home in more ways than one. The memory of her own parents was like a distant nightmare, no longer upsetting her, but merely a reminder that she was far too grown up to ever fear them again. The feeling of belonging to this new family feeling almost too happy for it to be believable.

‘Thanks for convincing me to come here. I needed that.’

‘Anytime. I figured I could get a little less emotion than usual on Christmas if they had split it between two of us…’ Jarno joked.

They got dressed and went on a walk around the village, with Jarno guiding Mackenzie along, pointing out spots he’d play as a kid. Some childhood friends of his crossed their path and he introduced her.

‘What about the spots where you’d “play”?’ She emphasized.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Come on… You mentioned a teenage sweetheart and your mom’s mentioned a friend’s daughter you dated. Small village, you two were bound to have had “hiding spots”.’ Mackenzie teased him.

‘I guess.’

Mackenzie furrowed her brow. ‘I thought you said it was nice to be in that relationship…’

‘I said most of the time it was.’

‘What happened?’

‘The breakup wasn’t particularly pleasant…’ Jarno simply replied.

His desire to elaborate wasn’t too big, but Mackenzie’s curiosity was pushing her.

‘What do you mean?’ She asked. When he didn’t reply she grabbed his arm with hers. ‘You’ve seen my parents; do you really think any past history of yours will scare me off?’ She smirked.

For a long time, he was silent until it got to the point where Mackenzie thought he wasn’t going to share anything. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, he began.

‘My mother and Daniela’s have been best friends since they were kids and we used to hang out together all the time. I don’t really know when we went from friends to dating, exactly, but we shared a lot of our… developments. All I know is by the time we were thirteen we went for it and slept together.’

Holy crap! Mackenzie thought. Jarno lost his virginity before I did. Somehow that was funny to her.

‘We were together for ages, pretty much doing what every teenager dreams of doing, until I was fifteen. I got the call to join an English team in one of the junior formulas and I chased after it. Daniela and I promised to not let distance come between us. And don’t get me wrong,’ Jarno said, looking at her. ‘it wasn’t the distance that did it. It was realising that, as we grew older, our personalities had developed us into two people that didn’t really have that much to do with each other anymore.’

He sighed.

‘The more I thought this, it seemed like the more Daniela was unwilling to see it. She said we belonged together and that these doubts were just a few hiccups that couples went through… Looking back I think she liked the idea of me more than me, you know? The fairy-tale story of our moms being best friends and their children marrying and having kids. She loved that.’

His jaw clenched for a bit, but his voice continued perfectly calm.

‘About a year before you and I met, I decided that it was time and I told her I wanted to breakup.’

‘How did that go?’ Mackenzie asked in a small voice.

‘She told me she was pregnant.’

She felt her mouth hanging open, as a bitter smile adorned Jarno’s lips.

‘You see,’ He pressed on. ‘Daniela told me I couldn’t leave her alone with a baby. I told her she was right; I would be there for the baby but that it was still over for us. She asked what kind of example in responsibility I’d be giving if I didn’t marry her. I told her that I’d telling my future son or daughter that the only reason they should marry someone was if they were in love with them. That’s when Daniela panicked.’ They had both stopped and he looked at her. ‘See, there was no baby. She’d just been hoping I would stay if she told me so. So she came clean and went quite hysterical. That was the last time I spoke to her.’

‘Jarno…’ Mackenzie whispered, gently taking his hand and squeezing it.

‘My parents don’t know why things ended with her.’ Jarno murmured, looking at their feet. ‘Daniela’s mom isn’t guilty of anything her daughter did and I figured my mom and her could remain friends without what happened hanging over them.’

‘It’s not just that…’ She told him, his eyes finding hers. It made her sad for him, and there was also something she’d realised. ‘When I told you about Emma, you didn’t… you didn’t doubt me. You believed, even though you’d heard…’

It was his turn to squeeze her fingers between his.

‘There’s a very big difference, Mac. First of all, and unlike with her, I’m in love with you. And more important than that, I trusted you then and I trust you now.’

Mackenzie threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with every ounce of strength she had.

‘I love you, Jarno Merlo.’

‘I love you too.’ He sighed, smiling his sweet genuine smile again. ‘Now, come on, let’s get back so my aunt and uncle can get mushy about you wearing that necklace for about half an hour.’

///////////////

Hailey was pacing back and forth on the hallway, desperately trying to reach Jarno. His phone rang for a minute but he wouldn’t pick up. Shit! She returned to the room where Mackenzie was experiencing another contraction and silently promised herself that if she ever wanted kids in the future she’d adopt.

‘Looks like you’re almost there.’ The nurse that busied herself around Mackenzie said calmly.

‘No! She can’t come out yet, her dad isn’t here yet!’

‘I’m sure you’ll be able to reason with her about it.’

‘I’m sorry, what part of your training told you sassing the angry pregnant woman in pain was a good idea?’ Mackenzie hissed at the nurse. ‘Hailey, where is he?’ She asked, not waiting for a reply to her previous question.

‘I’m trying to contact him, but he’s not picking up, I don’t know if he’s still on the flight.’ Hailey told her, running her fingers over her phone and attempting another call. ‘I left voice mails. I mean, it’s lucky he’s even on his way at all, the due date was only in four days…’

‘Hailey, come here.’

The blonde girl felt a large impulse to take a few paces back when she saw the look her friend gave her as she said it, but got next to her all the same. Mackenzie’s face was covered in sweat and making a grimace.

‘Do I look like I care about facts and log-‘

‘No, you don’t.’

‘-ic? Get him here!’

‘Sweet fucking Jesus…’ Hailey muttered to herself as she went to the hospital entrance, desperately trying to reach Jarno. ‘Definitely adopting. Or making sure to stay away from Mackenzie if she ever gets knocked up again!’

The phone call wasn’t picked up yet again. She was just about to head back when a loud noise caught her attention. Around the entrance to the hospital grounds a yellow cab sped through the gate, tyres squealing. The car took the roundabout to the hospital at great speed and came to a screeching halt with a small cloud of tyre smoke. The driver’s door opened and Jarno stepped out from it. The passenger door opened and a shaking cabbie stepped out, wiping sweat from his forehead.

‘Never again.’ The cab driver mumbled to no one in particular. ‘Fuckin’ crazy! No matter how much money, never let a customer drive. Never let a customer drive again…’

‘Where is she?!’ Jarno spotted her and asked, wide-eyed and flustered.

‘In there, contractions started.’

He made to go inside and looked back at her, her eyes still on the man who steadied himself on his own taxi.

‘Hailey!’ He shouted. ‘I don’t know the room, lead me there!’

‘Oh, I, uh, yeah… Follow.’

Cursing the shouting that pregnancies apparently provoked on the future parents, Hailey ran in front of him until they reached the room.

‘Where the hell have you been?’ Mackenzie demanded as soon as they arrived.

No “thanks for finding him” or any indication of the complaint only being addressed to Jarno. Just before Hailey could protest, Jarno spoke.

‘Sorry, I’m here, I’m here.’

That seemed to somewhat appease Mackenzie, and Hailey couldn’t help but admire his better understanding of how to handle the angry pregnant woman. The doctor also appeared and decreed it was time for the baby to come out. Hailey would never forget for the rest of her days how it was to watch her friend pushing, gritting her teeth, growling with the effort and squishing Jarno’s hand.

And then suddenly, a loud cry filled the room. Emma was born, discontent with having been pulled from the warm, comfortable inside of her mother’s belly. She was placed for a few seconds next to her parents, both staring dumb-struck and with tears in their eyes at their new-born.

When she was taken to be cleaned, Mackenzie only had eyes for her daughter.

‘Go with her, I need to be closed up anyway. The two of you go check on her.’

They both went and, once a different nurse than before had cleaned and dressed Emma in the clothes her parents had brought for her, Jarno was given a still-crying Emma into his arms.

‘Hey, Emma…’ Jarno told her, his voice catching in his throat. As if a switch had been pulled, the baby girl stopped her wailing and stared with very open eyes up at him. ‘Hey, honey, I don’t know if you know this yet, but as of a few minutes ago you’ve just become the most important person in my life. Yes, you have.’ Jarno smiled at her. ‘Oh, and this is Hailey…’

He tried pointing her in Hailey’s direction but Emma’s gaze didn’t steer away one inch away from her father, as if hypnotized by the sound of his voice.

‘I think she’s recognizing you talking from the bedtime stories.’ Hailey told him, surprised. The only point where she took her eyes off him was when it was Mackenzie’s turn to hold and speak to her.

///////////////

Two days later Mackenzie was sitting at the now-furnished apartment Jarno had purchased, on the fluffy large black sofa, Hailey next to her and Emma suckling on her nipple.

Jarno had gone out to do some shopping so that their guests could have some food and drinks when they arrived. The Merlo’s were arriving by plane sometime during the afternoon to get a chance to meet their granddaughter for the first time. With them also came a deadline Mackenzie feared and knew she couldn’t postpone any further.

‘Just so you know, I sucked on those titties first, kid…’ Hailey told Emma in fake-envy.

‘If her first words are “titties” I will actually kill you.’ Mackenzie told her, scowling.

‘As long as I get to go clubbing with her when she’s in her teens.’

‘You mean sneaking her through security before she’s twenty-one?’

‘Yes, because you and I never did that…’ The blonde girl rolled her eyes. ‘It’s at this point, whilst she’s at that size, that you should remember she’s got your genes, Mac.’

Emma tried to pull herself away from Mackenzie’s breast, now full, spitting her nipple out.

‘You really don’t know what you’re missing out on.’ Hailey told the little girl as she took her in her arms, so that Mackenzie could recompose her clothes. Emma stared up at her attentively, gently sucking on her right hand.

Mackenzie leaned against the back of the couch and watched Hailey making faces at Emma who had eyes for no one else.

‘Biological clock ticking?’ She asked her friend, just to annoy her.

‘I get to have fun whilst you have the actual trouble of parenting her. Trust me, I’m good.’

‘Technically Jarno should have the actual trouble of parenting her, since I’m not sure how often she’s going to be in the States-‘

‘Oh, cut the bullshit, Mac!’ Hailey told her, with a smug half-smile.

‘What?’ Mackenzie looked up, surprised.

‘Keep lying to yourself all you want, but are you really going to look me straight in the eye and tell me you want to walk away from her?’

‘Emma deserves a mom who knows what she’s doing.’ The purple haired girl mumbled.

‘Right, like your mother?’ Hailey raised an eyebrow critically. ‘She was the prototype of a prepared mother; look how well she did…’

‘So that automatically qualifies me?’

‘No, it means that if an idiot like her managed it, do you think you, with actual brains, who’ll actually love Emma unconditionally, won’t do a much better job?’

The deadline for her decision was no longer possible to postpone.

‘Do you think I’ll be disappointed?’ Hailey asked her, gently. ‘That I’ll think you’re betraying what we stand for or something?’ She laughed.

‘Something like that, I…’ Mackenzie swallowed dry. ‘It’s not even Emma being my daughter, it’s… for the first time I’m in love with someone and the fact that she’s this person with fifty per cent of my genes and fifty per cent of his… It’s just too powerful for me to ignore.’ She stroked Emma’s cheek. ‘And so now I want to be a mom for the first time in my life and I feel guilty.’
‘Mac, you’re my best friend and I’d never judge you. I want you to be happy. Go be a mom, if it’s what will make you happy.’

Mackenzie wrapped her arms around her friend, careful not to squish the baby between them. Once they finally ended their embrace, she kissed Hailey, tugging on her lower lip with her teeth to end it.

‘Just a reminder that I’m gonna be a mom but not a conventional one.’ Mackenzie winked, feeling the apprehension of her decision dissipate with Hailey’s comforting words.

‘Bitch, you better!’ Hailey laughed as the front door opened, signalling Jarno’s return. She handed her Emma back. ”Cause I ain’t giving up the threesome fun I’ve been having thanks to the two of you.’ She walked to Jarno and told him not to close the door. ‘See you in a bit, lover boy!’

‘Where is she going? My parents will be here soon.’ He asked Mackenzie as the door closed, putting down the bags.

His parents, Jarno, Hailey and Emma. Her real family, the family she loved.

‘You got a second?’ She smiled brightly at him, no nerves, just the excitement of telling him her decision.

——————–

Epilogue – Five Years Later

——————–

‘When is daddy coming back home?’

‘In four days, honey. You saw him on the TV on Sunday.’

‘But that was five days ago!’ Emma complained, with a sad look on her face.

‘I know, baby. It was daddy’s last race before our vacation, so he had to go back to the factory, before coming to see us.’ Mackenzie explained to her daughter.

They arrived at her school. Other parents were bringing their kids to the last day of their school year. Mackenzie didn’t want to let go of Emma’s hand.

‘Hey.’ She lowered herself to her daughter’s height. The temptation to stroke her hair out of her eyes was too large and she did so. Her brown locks were the same as hers had been before Mackenzie started to colour her hair purple. Emma’s face was almost exactly the same as hers when she was five. Except for the eyes. She had Jarno’s kind, beautiful green-brown eyes.

Those same eyes seemed to her mother to be sad now.

‘I tell you what, why don’t we have a girly day tomorrow, just the two of us?’

Emma’s eyes lit up once more. ‘Yes! And can we make a painting together?’

Mackenzie smiled. Her daughter seemed to have inherited her taste for drawing, since trying out her brushes a few months before. ‘Of course.’

‘Okay.’ She acquiesced. ‘And we’ll give it to daddy.’

‘Deal.’ Feeling herself almost melt with pride, Mackenzie felt the urge to have the girly day with her daughter instantly. But it was Emma’s last day of school and it didn’t really stand to her as an example of good parenting to advise her to ditch school. She hugged her, instead. ‘Now, off you go, or you’ll be late.’

‘Bye, mommy.’ Emma hugged her back.

‘Bye, honey.’

Mackenzie watched her group up with a few friends, as she headed inside the building. Getting up from her sitting position, she started making her way back from where she came. There was a small group of mothers standing in a circle and speaking in a hushed tone looking at her. She’d learned to ignore it.

At first she assumed it was her hair and clothes that made them speak. But very quickly she realised it was also because of her relationship with Jarno and the time she spent as a cam girl. Oh, the story of the girl whose parents were a racing driver and a woman who liked to get naked on the internet had caught the imagination of these bitches. They called her a slut. The women as an insult, the men with disgusting horny looks. It didn’t matter. As long as they took it out on her and not Emma, she didn’t care.

Throughout the day she was kept busy, organizing the books and hand-written notes from her course. One more year, and I’ll have a college degree… She told herself. Mackenzie also exchanged a few e-mails with her uni. Before she knew it, it was 4 PM.

She hesitated. There was nothing more to do. But she had to pick up Emma at 6 PM. Still, she had just about enough time… If she started now.

With growing giddy excitement, Mackenzie set up the camera overlooking her bed and connected it to her laptop. Prep work done, she hit the streaming button. There was just about enough time to make a quick objective show. Four goals to reach in order: show boobs, get naked, finger pussy, cum.

As she teased her body and chatted with the audience, Mackenzie felt the familiar rush of excitement and naughtiness of exposing her nakedness to all of these people she did not know. The tips rolled in fast, and when she came at the goal, she felt an immense sense of contentment wash over her. She idly tweaked her nipples and pussy afterwards, reading through the comments.

5:15. Shit! In her excitement, she neglected the time to pick her daughter up.

Mackenzie took a quick shower and dried herself off. She looked at the clothes she’d picked out beforehand. On second thought… No. I don’t want that. Rummaging around her drawers, she knew exactly what she was looking for, and quickly put it all on.

Her reflection in the mirror greeted her back wearing a low cut white vest covered by a blue shirt, a patterned above-the-knee skirt, as well as some black stockings. Mackenzie smiled. Since becoming a mother, she’d tended to wear her favourite outfits less frequently. She intended to change that.

There were keys at the door. No one had the keys other than her and Jarno.

She got out of her room to check on the front door, and sure enough she saw him closing the door behind him and letting go of his travel bags.

‘Oh my God, what are you doing here?’ Mackenzie asked, going up to him.

‘Words every man dreams of hearing on his arrival…’ Jarno replied, hugging her tightly. ‘I told the guys back at the factory that since I won the bloody championship for them last year I deserved some long overdue time off.’

‘Sounds like you’re getting big headed.’

‘I got you and Emma to keep me grounded.’ He buried his nose in her purple hair locks. ‘You smell good.’

‘I hope so; I just took a shower.’ Mackenzie replied.

He held her cheeks in his hands, and looked her up and down.

‘And you’re wearing the clothes from the first time we met.’

Her mouth hung open. ‘Am I?’ She examined her clothes. ‘How did you remember?’ She shook her head, smiling. ‘What am I saying, it’s you, of course you remember…’

Jarno pecked her lips. Once. Twice. And again. They were slowly walking backwards, and Mackenzie knew exactly where.

‘I have just showered…’ She gasped.

‘You’ll take another one.’

‘We don’t have the time.’

‘What do we have to do that has to be right now?’ He asked her, still kissing every inch of her face.

‘Pick up our daughter from school, maybe?’

‘Oh, that does seem important. Are you going now?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Mind if I join you?’

‘Of course not. Let’s go.’

Both of them reluctantly let go.

‘Let me just wash my face and put these bags away and we’ll go.’ He said.

‘I was thinking…’ Mackenzie was telling him as they waited for the bell in Emma’s school. ‘What d’ya say all three of us go to Mike’s for dinner now?’

‘And a movie at home afterwards?’ Jarno added.

‘Deal.’

‘Deal.’

They were sitting on a wall next to the entrance of the school close together, heads bent close, hand in hand, goofy smiles on their faces. It still astonished Mackenzie how even after nearly six years together they could behave like excited teenagers around each other. Maybe that was how you knew you’d found someone special.

She loved this mood that Jarno seemed to effortlessly be able to coax her into just by being with her.

The sound of running footsteps they heard were accompanied by a shout of…

‘Daddy!’

Jarno jumped from the wall and lifted his excited daughter in the air twirling her in his arms. Both of them had goofy grins throughout the entire thing. Emma had her arms tightly around his neck, and he kissed her cheeks noisily.

‘How’s my baby girl?’ He asked her.

‘You’re back sooner!’ She bellowed happily.

‘Well, I missed my two favourite girls in the whole world!’

He put her down on the ground and she grinned at her mother.

‘You look cool, mommy!’

Mackenzie laughed and kissed her daughter.

‘Thanks, honey. But I thought I looked cool everyday…’ She teased.

‘You do, but today you look even cooler.’ Emma replied with a mischievous smile.

‘I see. Now, what do you say you, me and daddy go to Mike’s have some dinner?’

‘Yeah!’ She jumped, excitedly.

About half an hour later, they were taking their seats at a corner booth at Mike’s Diner. Mike himself took their order, complimenting Emma on how big she was.

‘Okay, three “Mac style” burgers comin’ right up, pretty boy.’ He said as he left.

Emma looked from her mom to her dad. ‘He calls him pretty boy…’ She felt compelled to inform her mother.

‘That’s because he is a pretty boy.’ Mackenzie replied, kissing Jarno who was looking something between flattered and embarrassed. They heard their daughter giggle. She always seemed to enjoy seeing them flirt. Apparently the other kids in her class thought it was weird for parents to be so close.

They spent the entire dinner talking about what Emma had been up to. She excitedly shared with her dad everything that she’d already given a day to day update on to her mother. Jarno listened interestedly, and jumped in playfully on occasion. The little brunette girl also asked him about his race, and he gave her an almost lap to lap description of it to little Emma’s obvious fascination.

Mike picked up their empty plates and gave Emma a nod in the direction of the kitchen.

‘Can I count on my little helper to assist me tonight?’

‘Yes.’ Emma replied, skipping along with him, happily.

Jarno and Mackenzie watched her “work”. She started to give people their bills as well as asking what those who’d just arrived wanted for dinner. The fact that a five-year-old was using formal sentences like “we hope you had a lovely evening” and “may I take your orders, please” seemed to amuse the costumers immensely.

‘Oh… She is adorable…’ Mackenzie cooed, resting her head on Jarno’s shoulder.

He automatically wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

‘She’s a miniature version of you, of course she is adorable.’

‘Kiss ass.’

‘Sounds like a plan for later.’

Mackenzie’s phone rang and she narrowed her eyes at him playfully, before looking at the screen. It was Hailey for a video call. She picked it up and turned the screen so Jarno could watch it.

An image was loading for a few seconds before it appeared.

Jarno started to laugh, and had to cover his mouth. Mackenzie looked around quickly.

‘We’re at Mike’s Diner surrounded by people, Hailey…’ She told her phone quietly.

On the screen, Hailey’s pussy lips and asshole gave way to her mischievous face.

‘Nice! Please tell me someone saw it…’ The blonde girl said.

‘We’re in a corner booth, nobody saw it. Also, you realise Emma sometimes picks up my calls, right?’

‘Shit!’ Hailey put a hand over her mouth. ‘I did not know that.’

‘Yeah…’

‘Well, I just wanted to give you something to remember the fact that it’s been two week and three days since the last time either one of you sampled the observed goods.’

‘Been keeping track that well?’ Jarno chimed in.

‘Listen to me, you little shit, you have that sex kitten with the libido of dog in heat there next to you to have fun with it anytime you want! I am surrounded by a horde of idiots who wouldn’t find the G-spot with a compass, a map and Siri!’

Jarno’s lips twitched in amusement. ‘Poor you. And thanks for the lovely description of the mother of my child.’

‘You’ll be here in three days, and we’ll make sure you are properly serviced.’ Mackenzie intervened.

‘You better!’ Hailey complained, with a childish pout. ‘You’ll lick my pussy?’ She asked her best friend, who looked around to check if anyone was listening, though thankfully that wasn’t the case.

‘Yes.’

‘And you’ll fuck me with a strap-on?’

‘Yes.’

‘And he’ll put his cock up my butt?’ Hailey pointed towards Jarno.

‘Yes.’ He replied.

The blonde girl narrowed her eyes and looked from one to the other.

‘Fine then. Now, put the better third of the Merlo residence on the phone.’

Mackenzie called Emma over from her waitress duty and handed it to her.

‘Aunt Hailey!’ She beamed at the screen.

‘Hey, pretty girl! How’s it going?’

‘Daddy came home early!’ Emma informed her, excitedly. ‘And we’re at Mike’s and then we’re gonna watch a movie.’

‘That sounds like fun, sweetie. I’m so jealous! How was your last day of school?’

‘It was okay. Are you coming back to New York soon?’

‘I am, just three days now. And then we’ll have some fun together! Sound good?’

‘Yeah! Oh, I’ve been drawing something on a canvas for you, when you’re back I’ll give it to you.’

‘I’d love that, Emma. Just three more days. Love you, pretty girl.’

‘Love you too, aunt Hailey.’

She handed the phone back to her mother.

‘How about we pay and go watch that movie?’ Mackenzie asked her, running a hand through the little girl’s hair, who nodded.

They walked home, Emma sitting on Mackenzie’s shoulders because she wanted to be level in height with Jarno. Once they arrived, they let her pick the movie and installed themselves on the couch with a blanket.

Nearly two hours later, as the credits rolled, Mackenzie looked to her right and nearly melted, as she saw Emma hugging Jarno’s side tightly, her eyes closed in deep sleep.

‘She is so cute…’ She whispered to Jarno, who was also smiling down.

With great care, he scooped her up in his arms and walked her to her room. As he laid her down on her bed and tucked her in, Emma groggily opened her eyes and stirred.

‘Is the movie over?’

‘It is, Emma.’

‘I think I missed a bit of it…’ She said, clutching the covers tighter around her.

‘We’ll watch it again tomorrow, if you want.’ Mackenzie told her.

‘M’kay…’

Jarno put one of her hair locks behind her ear tenderly and kissed her temple, followed by Mackenzie. ‘Goodnight, baby girl.’ They said, one at a time.

”Night.’ Emma replied, appearing to fall asleep almost instantly.

Slowly her parents backed away to the door.

‘I’m gonna stop the movie and tidy up our movie couch, be right back.’ Jarno informed Mackenzie, who remained by the door, looking at her sleeping angel. She didn’t really know how much time passed but after what felt like just a couple of seconds, his arms were holding her across her belly, and his chin was resting on her shoulder.

‘Look at her.’ She sighed.

‘I know.’

‘The other day she asked me if she could colour her hair the same as mine…’

‘What were you expecting?’

‘For her to stay this size forever.’

He smiled against her neck. ‘How likely is that?’

‘She’s growing up so fast… I’m proud and terrified at the same time.’

‘Only thing we can do is be there for her. At least one of us is doing it… I’m getting tired of missing school plays and swimming practices.’

‘But it’s your childhood dream!’ Mackenzie turned her head to him, surprised. ‘And Emma knows why you can’t be here all the time, that you love being with her and she’s so proud when she sees you on TV.’

‘I know, but it’s like you just said. Look at her.’ He sighed and took her hand and led her away to their bedroom. ‘I feel like I’m missing out on a lot of things that I’m gonna regret not seeing.’

Absent-mindedly they started to casually remove their clothes to get into bed.

‘So are you thinking of stopping?’

‘I have a contract until the end of next season and I’m going to fulfil it. But until then I’m going to have a long hard think on whether or not I’ll start renewal negotiations.’ Jarno told her, as he removed his shoes and socks, sitting on the bed.

‘I don’t like that you’re considering not continuing your dream job because of guilt.’ Mackenzie said in a neutral tone, as she removed her t-shirt.

‘First, my dream job is first and foremost a job, it’s a means not an end. Second, I love racing and I intend to continue doing it, just in another category. There are plenty of cool and challenging race series out there with just as much merit as F1. Third, it’s not guilt I’m feeling, it’s wanting to be around Emma every second I can.’ He said, pulling off his trousers. ‘And I want you to help me decide in the meantime…’

‘Before Emma was born I remember telling you I never wanted to start messing with your job. My stance on that hasn’t changed.’

‘Well, mine has.’ Jarno smiled softly at her, standing just in his boxers now. ‘Your opinion is the one I rate the highest because you’re my family.’

Mackenzie blushed and lowered her eyes, before meeting his gaze again. She was standing naked from the waist up, her skirt and high stockings still in place. One of Jarno’s hands reached out for her breast. Instead of the nipple though, his fingers brushed her skin just above where her heart was.

‘I still can’t believe you put this here…’ He told her, smirking lovingly at where he was touching her.

The skin there had been tattooed on Emma’s first birthday with two adult blackbirds snuggling close together and looking down at a smaller blackbird which had its head tucked in its own wing in shyness.

‘You’re the two people I love most in this world, where else would I put you?’ Mackenzie replied.

‘God, I love you so much, Mackenzie Merlo. And I’ll never not love calling you that.’ Jarno said, before kissing her. For the first time in her life Mackenzie had found a family that adored her, and she hadn’t hesitated for a second to change her name. She’d thought about it and asked Jarno’s father for permission to use his family last name, since Jarno and her weren’t married. The man had been overcome by surprised joy and given his blessing in tears.

Their kiss lingered, as their lips enjoyed the full reunion party following almost a week of separation. Mackenzie felt Jarno’s cock pushing against her through both their underwear.

There was no rush as Mackenzie got Jarno on the bed and her on top of him. There was some rush as they scrambled out of their underwear, as she left her skirt and stockings on, knowing how much Jarno enjoyed it. But there was no rush as she guided him into her wet opening, no rush as she held onto the headboard and dangled her breasts across his seeking tongue, no rush as she rode him for nearly half an hour, and no rush as they both found the release they’d been craving.

Mackenzie fell onto Jarno’s arms, self-consciously staring down at their genitals.

‘Do you think if I stay there it will help?’ She asked.

‘I’m pretty sure this isn’t really a recommended position for trying to get pregnant…’

‘Humpf… Emma sure wasn’t this picky about positions before making a surprise appearance.’

‘I’m not sure we even know what that position was.’ Jarno commented, stroking purple hair locks between his fingers.

‘I’d like to think it was that time against the door back in the apartment…’ She grinned.

‘I think most women would probably wish on a more romantic… ah, impregnating.’ He replied, amused.

‘Not me. That was the first time I ever surrendered myself to anyone completely. And, bam! Baby appears. Maybe we should try it again, you know, just to see if it works!’ His cock twitched inside her. ‘Glad to know you approve.’ She winked.

Jarno laughed. ‘What about the blackbirds? What are you thinking of doing when the new parasite comes?’

‘I’ve already thought it through.’ She said, lifting her chest and pointing to the side of the smaller blackbird. ‘Emma’s other wing is behind her, so we can just make it appear like she’s holding another blackbird of her size next to her. But I want your input on the style, I’ve already asked for a few rough sketches.’
‘You got it, Mac.’

Mackenzie lifted her hips until Jarno’s cock was resting on his stomach again and watched his cum slowly seep out.

‘I know it would help if we did follow the pregnancy-friendly positions and I started taking a few pre-natal vitamins, but I’ve got this silly idea that if we just let things flow naturally like with Emma, that…’

Her voice trailed off as she looked at him, his gaze professing his love for her in a way that sometimes mere “I love you”s couldn’t quite capture, though not for his lack of telling her. Silently, as they kissed goodnight in each other’s arms, Mackenzie thanked a six-year-old New York rainfall for bringing Jarno into her life and to where they were now.