Down the garden path, p.1
Down the Garden Path, page 1
DOWN THE GARDEN PATH
By Scarlett Darhk
Copyright © Scarlett Darhk 2018
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Connie blinked, shook her head and stared at the pile of paper in front of her blankly, trying to switch her brain back on. Had she already alphabetized it? Yes, she concluded after a quick flick through. What was wrong with her?! She was never usually like this! Her mind had been wandering all afternoon, never fully on the job in hand.
“Staying late tonight? They’re not paying you enough for that!” Connie’s co-worker Jo quipped, jolting her out of her thoughts again.
“Hmmm?” Connie glanced at the clock. Damn! She’d totally lost track of time. Her brain had been busy all afternoon – busy dwelling on exactly what she wanted her boyfriend to do to her next time they were alone! “God, I’m in my own little world today!” she admitted with an exasperated sigh, hoping Jo couldn’t read her mind.
“I hope it’s nice there!” Jo joked, heading towards the door. “See you next week!”
“See you!” Connie replied, hastily shoving the papers in a folder and trying to gather her things at the same time. At this rate Taylor would be wondering where she was! Taylor. Her brain started to wander again, returning to the same place it had been all afternoon – the gutter!!! “Goddamit!” she muttered under her breath, dragging herself back to the present for what seemed like the millionth time that day, and leaving a half-naked Taylor floating in the back of her mind. Hormones, she declared to herself, grabbing her bag. It must be.
She smiled as she saw Taylor waiting for her in the car park, and her breath caught in her throat as everything she’d been thinking about all afternoon crashed back into her thoughts. Her heart started racing wildly
“Hey!” he said as she approached. “You ok? You look a little flushed!” She felt her cheeks go an even darker shade of pink.
“I’m fine,” she replied. “It’s just been a bit of a weird afternoon.”
“How so?” he questioned with a concerned smile, taking her by the hand and squeezing it reassuringly.
“I had trouble concentrating,” she mumbled quietly, glancing down at the floor, feeling her cheeks get even hotter.
“Okaaaaaay,” he murmured with a small frown, clearly not catching on. “Because……..?” He left the word hanging.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you….. and me…. ummmmm – you know.” She gestured loosely, hoping he wouldn’t make her say it out loud. The penny dropped, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Having fun?” he suggested with a grin. Her cheeks flushed with colour again.
“Maybe!” She bit her lip with a shy smile, and he nodded seriously, understanding perfectly. There was a long silence.
“Well come on then!” He declared suddenly, tugging her hand. She scrutinised his face, wondering if he meant what she thought he meant. He grinned again, leaving his intention very clear!
“But my Dad’s at home!” she gasped, knowing that Taylor knew that too – after all, he was walking her home because it was the only time alone they’d get all day! Between her work and his track meet, they had less than an hour free!
“Who said we’re going straight to yours?” he asked, the impish grin still plastered across his face. “I’ve got a detour in mind!” She caught his eye, and her breath caught in her throat at the raw passion and mischief swirling in it.
10 minutes into the walk home, without even a pause in the conversation, he squeezed her hand and suddenly took a left turn, pulling her down a narrow, barely noticeable pathway that ended up winding between the back of the buildings lining the street and the farmland behind them. Her chest tightened, her heart racing, while her mind went completely blank, and she allowed herself to be led into whatever plan he was concocting. Taylor glanced at her with a grin, and her cheeks started burning again, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Her mouth went dry. They fell into silence, a peculiar mix of nerves and excitement stealing her voice.
Suddenly, with a quick glance in both directions, Taylor stopped under a huge tree. His mouth found hers instantly, his kiss urgent. Her knees instantly went weak.
He pushed her up against the rough bark, and started to unbutton her neat blouse.
“Taylor!” she exclaimed in a scandalised whisper, as he uncovered the silky bra she had on underneath. She’d kind of known what was coming, but it still took her by surprise. She looked around, checking they really were alone, equal measures of excitement and shock coursing through her veins.
“Shhhhhh!” he replied, pulling the cup down over one breast and exposing her nipple to the breeze. His mouth covered it almost instantly, sucking hard, causing her bud to tighten even more than it already was. He flicked it with his tongue, and she writhed against the coarse trunk, trapped between it and his mouth. He moved on, lowering the cup on her other breast and leaving the first one to cool down in the fresh air. He took the whole of her nipple into his mouth, circling the puckered flesh, then sucking hard until she moaned instinctively. He stopped and grinned at her.
“Christ Taylor! It’s broad daylight!” Connie chided him playfully, still whispering despite them being alone.
“Yup!” He grinned again, clearly enjoying the situation. He kissed her, his tongue searching hers out, while her damp, hard nipples rasped against his cotton t-shirt. His hands found her behind and squeezed hard, pulling her bottom half towards him, and she rubbed herself against him instinctively, feeling the giant bulge in his jeans. Liquid heat pooled between her legs. She moaned again quietly, need coursing through her veins. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered, his breath hot against the skin of her neck. She nodded mutely, not trusting her voice. He trailed kisses down to her shoulder, and she whimpered, her fingers digging into his firm muscles, as her thoughts swirled. He came back to her mouth, kissing her insistently, taking her breath away.
He suddenly hitched her skirt up around her waist. Connie gasped, her chest tightening, half through shock, half through excitement.
“Shhhhhh!” he anticipated, pressing his lips against hers and nudging her wet panties to one side. She closed her eyes. His finger slipped between her folds, quickly finding her clit, circling it, teasing her. She moaned, her breath ragged and catching in her throat, her hips automatically grinding against his hand. His finger moved, sliding inside her, going as deep as it could. She moaned again, her knees buckling, as she clung on to his broad shoulders. Her brain swirled, rational thought leaving her, and instinct taking over.
“More!” she breathed, pushing herself down on to his fingers. He slipped her panties down her legs, and stuffed them into his pocket, exposing her neat bush to the world. He kissed her again hard, his fingers finding their way straight back to her slippery, swollen clit, making her realise just how wet she was and making her completely forget where they were.
He undid his jeans and pushed them down to his thighs, letting his swollen manhood spring free, a shiny pearl of pre-cum instantly formed on its tip. She licked her lips in anticipation. He grabbed her behind, lifting her, spreading her cheeks, pushing her against the tree again. He kissed her deeply, his tongue searching her mouth, while desperation clawed at her. His thick member pressed against her entrance, hot and hard. She closed her eyes as he breached her, her slickness easing the tight fit, her chest pounding. She groaned as he went deeper, her tunnel stretching, his enormous member filling every millimetre of her. He grunted as his balls pressed against her, and she couldn’t help but grind against him, wrapping her legs around him, feeling how fully he had stretched her. He thrust into her hard, taking her breath away, and pushing her harder into the tree. She held on, as he drove into her over and over.
“Harder!” she murmured into his neck, desire in control of her body, desperate for the orgasm she knew was on the horizon. Instead, he withdrew, and she whimpered, her body needing him so much it was almost causing her pain. He tugged her hand and pulled her behind a dense, shrubby overgrowth to the side.
“On your knees!” he ordered in a whisper. Connie instantly dropped on to the tufts of weedy grass. He knelt down behind her, his hands searching out her still exposed nipples instantly. He pinched them hard, rolling them between his fingers, and her body shook, desperate to have him back inside her. Her chest arched, automatically pushing her breasts into his hands, and he cupped them and kissed the back of her neck sending shivers down her spine, and straight to her g-spot. Taylor pinched her buds hard again, and she moaned, delirious with wanting, with need. He pushed her over on to all fours, his hands gripping her hips firmly. His slick member pressed against her slit, and she widened her legs as much as she could, willing him silently to take her hard. He pushed inside her slowly, his heavy, swollen dick sliding into her, filling her, going deeper than she thought possible, stretching her tunnel until it almost hurt and she was panting like a dog in heat. Her body tightened round his rock-hard member, desperate for him to satisfy her.
“Oh God yes!” she moaned, as loud as she dared. He paused, buried deep inside her, then slammed into her roughly, making her breath catch in her throat. He pounded into her again and again, his hands holding her firm. Pleasure swirled in the pit of her stomach.
Suddenly she saw a movement, further down the path. A man with a dog. She knew they were three quarters hidden behind the bush, but was it enough?
“Shhhhh! There’s someone coming!” she whis
“Shit!” he breathed quietly. His hands squeezed her waist. He withdrew nearly all the way, and her body cried out, needing him so badly, desperately wanting to carry on. He grunted quietly and started pounding into her again with renewed vigour, his enormous hardness feeling even larger, forcing her to stretch even more around him, his dick seemingly driving into her very core. There was nothing she could do but pant and grip the grass beneath her.
“Shit!” he whispered again. He slammed into her hard, making her gasp, his dick deeper than ever, pushing her to her very limit. He growled as his tip exploded inside her, his hot cream filling her in long forceful jets, the rhythmic pulsing driving her so close to the point of cumming she felt delirium taking over. She writhed against him, feeling the delicious throbbing of his orgasm deep inside her, pressing against her g-spot, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her fast. He gave a short, sharp thrust into her again, renewing the strength of the squirts inside her and her body shattered, darkness engulfing her. She moaned, her hips automatically grinding against him, glorying in the hot, hard shaft rubbing against her swollen flesh, pumping shot after shot of burning fluid right into her depths. Her tunnel tightened around him in waves, and he held her firmly as her body shook wildly. Pleasure exploded within her, intense and fiery, heat finding its way to her toes, as she tried not to cry out, and ecstasy engulfed her.
* * * * * * * * *
Three weeks later, she perched on the edge of the bath, trying not to stare at the timer on her phone, or the bit of plastic sat on the back of the toilet. She didn’t know why she was bothering taking a test – there was no doubt in her mind why her period was nearly a week late. Her heart crashed through emotions faster than she could name them. The phone bleeped at her, urging her to check, and she nervously picked up the little stick, barely able to look at the result. A very bright and definite blue line, clear as clear could be, stretched right across the tiny window. Pregnant.
* * * * * * * * *
That night, she led Taylor up to her bedroom, nerves swirling in her stomach.
“There’s something I need to show you,” she mumbled, avoiding his gaze. A hundred outcomes sped through her mind in quick succession – none of them good.
She handed him the small white stick, and he frowned at her with confusion. She bit her lip nervously, her heart pounding, waiting for the penny to drop. He turned it over in his hands, and she saw his eyes widen at the bright blue line on the other side. His eyes flicked to her instantly.
“You’re…….?” The silence hung in the air, the second word unsaid. She gave him the tiniest nod, and looked away.
“That day….. on the way home from work…. we didn’t use…..” It barely came out as a whisper. She sighed, her heart heavy. “It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.” She felt tears forming in her eyes.
“You’re sorry?” She couldn’t read his tone, and almost held her breath, waiting for a barrage of shock and anger. The pause seemed to go on forever, and she wondered if she should say something to fill the silence. “It’s brilliant!” he declared suddenly. Her eyes snapped to his face instantly. The shock seemed to stop her brain from working, and she suddenly realised she’d stopped breathing. “I was going to ask you to move in with me after I graduate – now we can do it as a little family!” He beamed at her, then noticed her confused expression. “You didn’t think I’d be happy?” he asked with concern.
“I didn’t really know what you’d think,” she answered honestly, her voice still quiet, but obviously relieved. “I don’t really know what I think about it yet.” He slid his arms around her, and held her tight.
“Well, I’m telling you – best news I’ve ever had!” He grinned at her, and she couldn’t help but give him the tiniest smile back. “We’re having a baby!” She felt her shoulders relax just a little, and realised how tense she’d been.
“Can I see?” he asked enthusiastically. She hitched up the bottom of her t-shirt, exposing the soft skin of her stomach. “Wow! I can tell already!” he exclaimed, his fingers splayed across her belly.
“Don’t be daft!” She swatted at him with her hand. “I’m only a few weeks!”
“No – seriously! It’s……” he searched for the right word, while his hand stroked her pale flesh. “Firmer maybe? It’s definitely different! I can tell!” She raised an eyebrow at him sceptically, fairly certain there was no change at all. His voice dropped. “It’s insanely sexy!”
“What?!” Her heart skipped a beat, surprised at what he’d just said.
“Is that weird?” He seemed unsure himself. “There’s something crazy-sexy about my baby being inside you! Your belly’s going to grow huge! Because of the baby I put in there! It’s amazing!” Her cheeks turned scarlet, and she was vaguely aware of her mouth opening and closing, though no sound came out. “I might have to keep you pregnant indefinitely!!!” he whispered, despite them being alone. “Plant baby after baby in you and keep you blooming!” Her chest tightened at the thought, while excitement swirled in her stomach. Apparently her body wanted that too, to her surprise. His eyes met hers, and her heart skipped a beat at the intensity and passion she saw there. He kissed her hard, making her lips ache, and her tunnel ache even more, and she couldn’t help but press herself against him, feeling the enormous bulge in his jeans rub against her. His hands snaked around her waist and found her behind. He grabbed her flesh firmly, squeezing, pulling her into him, holding her tight against his straining denim. Suddenly, all she could think about was him cumming deep inside her, filling her with his milky seed over and over. She moaned quietly.
Taylor needed little encouragement. He pulled her t-shirt over her head, and raised an eyebrow.
“Woah!” he exclaimed, taking in her larger than usual breasts spilling out of her bra, his eyes wide. “What are you trying to do to me?!” He licked his lips ravenously. Her cheeks turned a deep raspberry colour. He removed the straining lace, revealing her newly darkened nipples puckered into large, firm, juicy buds. An unintelligible noise escaped him, and he closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath, the enormous bulge evident in his jeans growing even more. He opened his eyes and looked directly into hers. “I don’t know how I’m going to control myself for the next nine months,” he breathed, his tone serious. Her chest tightened, her already shallow breathing becoming more so. He took an engorged peak, covered it with the burning heat of his mouth and sucked hard. Wetness flooded between her legs, desperate need instantly coursing through her veins. His tongue teased her sensitive flesh, making her go lightheaded, as she fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. He moved to the other breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue, before sucking hard again. She whimpered. His hand cupped the already sensitive flesh, and rolled her swollen nipple between his fingers, pinching it until she wanted to cry out.
“Gotta make sure you’re going to have plenty of milk!” he murmured. Her mind flashed to images of herself with a giant belly, and Taylor tending to her breasts, making little white drops form. She tried to shake the image from her mind, but her whole body tightened with longing, instinct taking over from rational thought, surprising her with how much she wanted it to play out. She pulled him towards the bed, need controlling her actions.
