Chapter 5

In the ‘Woman 2 Men’ section, Nina posted a recent photograph of herself, one that Stephanie had taken just as Nina was stepping into the living room, ready for a date. Nina’s eyes filled with tears; it had been their Valentine’s Day date.

Within hours of posting the profile and photograph, Nina had received seventy three responses. The next day, Nina requested that the profile and photograph be removed; she had almost three hundred responses.

“Who says Honesty don’t pay, huh?” Nina smirked.

Weeding through the emails, Nina deleted most of them. Her ad had stated she was looking for a white male, preferably blond, for some fun and nothing else. But the vast majority of her responses were from African-American males promising her that they’d deliver on the fun. Since her ad had been pretty specific, Nina saw no reason to send a polite note of rejection to the men.

A few back and forth responses helped Nina whittle down the fifty seven men down to twelve potentials. Another two fell out when their responses took on a demanding tone.

The ten remaining were shuffled and seven fell out when they balked at providing a clean bill of health. Nina got out her tablet and guesstimated that her most fertile time would be between Saturday, March twentieth and Sunday, March twenty first.

Freddie Loomis agreed to meet Nina at Saladelights for an early lunch on Saturday. Austin Orr agreed that A Sunday brunch at Side By Side Steaks would be wonderful. Greg Knowles was agreeable to dinner Saturday evening at Tommy’s Po-Boys.

Nina rented a room at the DeGarde Inn, locked her purse in the trunk of her car and walked to the trendy Saladelights. Entering the restaurant, Nina did conclude, it had been a poor choice to meet and get to know a man she was about to have sex with. The tables were small and crowded together. The seats were hard and uncomfortable. And the floor was ceramic tile. Sound bounced off of the hard walls and floors and chairs scraping back and forth made an unbelievable racket.

“Hi, please tell me you’re Nina,” a large, handsome, well-built young man smiled down at Nina.

“I, even if I wasn’t, I’d say I am,” Nina admitted, looking at the young man.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Freddie smiled. “ever eat here? They have an amazing roasted vegetable salad; they serve it warm.”

Freddie Loomis told Nina about growing up in a very small town in rural Illinois; he’d never even played backyard football as a kid. He was actually attending U.L.D on an academic scholarship, currently he was working on his Doctorate in Engineering. But his freshman year, he walked on and the coach put him in as Nose Tackle and he’d fallen in love with the game.

“A lot of people look at football and say it’s just a bunch of guys hitting each other,” Freddie said, very animated. “But there’s preparation, and anticipating what your opponent will do and what will you do if he does this, or if he does that?”

Nina agreed; she’d looked at football as little more than twenty two big sweaty men fighting over one football. But listening to Freddie explain the components of the sport, Nina found herself looking forward to the next U.L.D. Storm football season.

“I have a room over at the DeGarde,” Nina admitted as she lost the attempt to pay their bill.

“Oh?” Freddie smiled. “I take it I passed?”

“Yeah, you passed,” Nina let an embarrassed giggle escape.

In the motel room, Nina gave a quick glance at her wristwatch. She deduced she had four and a half hours to drain as much baby juice out of Freddie’s balls before she would have to shower and dress for her date with Greg Knowles.

“Holy cow,” Nina said out loud when she saw what Freddie Loomis had in his jeans.

The large man was certainly proportional. His cock was a fat seven and a half inches long and very thick. Nina wondered if she’d be able to get her mouth around it, then remembered, she wasn’t there to put her mouth around it.

“Mm hmm, you, you are one sexy woman,” Freddie complimented and easily picked Nina up.

“Shit, this might not have been the best idea,” Nina suddenly flinched.

If Freddie decided he did not want to leave at four thirty, if Freddie decided he wanted more than just pussy from Nina, Nina had no way of defending herself. She’d been a second dan black belt in Tae Kwon Do, but had not kept up with the discipline. She couldn’t even think of first form as the large man easily held her in his massive arms.

“Do you stop digging? Fuck no! You just keep digging and digging until there’s just no hope of ever getting out the fucking hole, Nina,” Nina heard Ted’s words echo in her brain.

Freddie’s kiss was a gentle one. His caresses were soft, exploratory caresses. When he gently placed Nina onto the bed, she relaxed and spread her legs.

“Mm, augh!” Nina cried out as Freddie glued his mouth to her hairless mound.

“Dick, stick that dick in me,” Nina begged after Freddie had tongued her pussy to orgasm.

“Yes ma’am,” Freddie smiled and pressed his hard cock to the mouth of her pussy.

Nina screamed out as Freddie’s cock battered into her cervix. Her second orgasm was a painful one. Thankfully, Freddie was quick to ejaculate.

Nina found out that she could indeed wrap her mouth around Freddie’s cock as she sucked him to a second erection. She then straddled his hips and mounted him. Her brown eyes sqeezed shut as again, his cock pushed into her cervix.

“Oh God damn, God damn,” Nina chanted as she bounced up and down on his meat.

She did not orgasm until he again blasted her insides full of his sperm.

“What time, damn, I’m, hey Nina, I’m sorry, I got a tutoring session at three,” Freddie said, glancing over at the bedside clock.

Nina talked Freddie into one more session, doggy style. Then he dressed and left; bedside clock showing two forty nine.

Nina swabbed a –tip into a puddle of Freddie’s semen that had leaked out onto the comforter. She sealed the!-tip into a small sandwich bag and wrote ‘Freddie Loomis’ on the bag with a marker. With a shrug, she then licked the cooling puddle of semen from the polyester comforter.

She set the bedside clock alarm for four thrity , wedged two pillows under her ass and took a nap. At four thirty, Nina slapped the ‘Snooze’ button and napped. Then she carefully sponged her pussy clean and dressed to meet with Greg Knowles.

Over shrimp po-boys, which Greg dressed with an almost obscene amount of hot sauce, Nina found Greg to be a charming, funny man with a self-deprecating sense of humor. She hoped her pussy wouldn’t be too sore to enjoy sex with the handsome man.

“I uh, seriously?” Greg asked when Nina invited him back to her motel room.

“I, what, you uh, you don’t want to?” Nina asked, stomach knotting up.

“I uh, no, I mean, yes, but, you, Nina, you’re beautiful,” Greg stammered.

“So? Beautiful women like fucking too,” Nina smiled, opening the door of her Charger.

“Oh goody!” Greg said and Nina laughed.

Greg’s cock was six and a half inches long and was thick. He wasn’t as large as Freddie and thankfully, his cock wasn’t as large as Freddie’s. Greg moved to put his mouth on Nina’s pussy but she stopped him.

“No. I just want you to fuck me,” Nina husked.

Greg did his best to fuck Nina through the mattress. He managed to put four loads into Nina’s pussy before his cock refused to rise. Nina kissed him hotly and invited him to stay the night.

In the bathroom, Nina jammed a Q-tip into her sloppy pussy and gathered some of Greg Knowles’s DNA. She put the!-tip into a sandwich bag and hurriedly wrote ‘Greg Knowles’ onto the bag.

They shared a few kisses before rolling over and shutting off the lights. In the morning, Nina managed to get two more loads out of Greg before shoving him out of her motel room.

Austin Orr was a handsome blond man with an unmistakable drawl. Nina and he both shared a chuckle; he was from Oakleaf and she from Sweet Oak, which was in Oakleaf County. Nina saw the faint tan line on his ring finger, could see that Austin Orr had recently removed a ring from the finger. She shrugged; she wasn’t looking for a husband.

“Do you stop digging? Fuck no! You just keep digging and digging until there’s just no hope of ever getting out the fucking hole, Nina.” She could hear Ted’s voice as she and Austin ate and chatted and got up to get more food.

“I know I should stop, but God, at the prices they charging?” Austin admitted when he sat down with his third plate.

“So, what you going tell your wife when she asks you where you been?” Nina casually asked, taking a bite of the delicious cinnamon roll.

“You mean, before or after I ask her how her girlfriend is?” Austin asked, unperturbed at the question.

“I’m getting an orange juice; you want one?” Nina smiled.

Austin also sported six and a half inches. Nina wondered if Austin could taste Greg’s semen in her pussy as he tongued her to orgasm. The thought that she was feeding a philandering husband another man’s semen did give Nina a dirty little thrill.

At six that evening, Nina swabbed her anus and put the soiled Q-tip into the third sandwich bag and wrote ‘Austin Orr’ on the bag. Her pussy was raw, sex was becoming painful. Austin shrugged; he’d managed four times with the petite red head. Nina then suggested anal sex and smiled proudly when Austin’s cock jerked to full erection.

After collecting the swab of Austin’s DNA, Nina swabbed her mouth, coating the!-tip with her own saliva and sealed it in a fourth bag with her own name on the bag.

“Hope you come again,” the clerk smiled as Nina paid for the room.

Nina smiled and thanked the woman. Then she sat in her car for several long moments. Finally she said a silent prayer that she’d been successful; she really didn’t think she could stomach doing this again and started her car.

Nina had enjoyed herself; each partner had brought her to orgasm. But her ass and pussy were sore; her pussy felt bruised. And her heart and mind were in turmoil, arguing with her over her actions.

As she drove past the Kimble Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store, Nina glanced at the parking lot. She felt the sting of tears; she knew Christine wouldn’t be there. The blonde beauty would never be there ever again, no matter how many times Nina searched for her.

Home again, Nina sighed in frustration. She still had not called anyone about the garage door and it was getting worse. Then she emptied the suitcase’s clothing into the washing machine, making sure to separate the Q-tips first. Those sandwich bags went into her freezer, inside of a larger bag.

“Now, the hard part,” Nina said aloud. “The waiting.”

The first day her period was to start, Nina was breathless. She checked and checked again but there was no spotting. The dreaded cramps had not begun. She still placed a pad in her panties, just in case and went to work.

By the fourth day, Nina was unable to contain her joy. The realization that she had no one to share this joy with did diminish her happiness greatly. Her mother certainly would not be happy to hear that her daughter, her unmarried daughter was pregnant with a stranger’s baby. Even though her mother was an atheist, Shirley Anne Wesson Crowder Carson Blumenthal insisted that her only daughter must live according to high moral standards. Shirley’s four sons and two step-sons were not held to these exacting standards; boys will be boys, after all.

“Stephanie,” Nina sniffled, rubbing the emerald heart pendant that dangled around her neck.

Nina wished she knew how to get in touch with the Texas cutie; she wanted to share her happiness with her lover. There was no listing of any Cimo in or around Oakleaf, even though Stephanie had said her father was still alive.

Of course, if Nina had known how to get in touch with Stephanie, Nina would have barraged her lover with countless entreaties to please come home. She would have spent hours on the phone begging and pleading and manipulating to get Stephanie to come home.

A few weeks later, Nina was able to get an appointment to see Dr. Ellen Sweetman, an Ob/Gyn. Dr. Sweetman confirmed Nina’s prognosis; Nina was just over six weeks along in her pregnancy.

Nina smiled happily as she paid the co-pay for her office visit. Each of the men she’d fucked had been good looking, intelligent men. Truthfully, though, she hoped it was either Freddie or Greg that had impregnated her. In hindsight, Austin Orr had been a mistake. Did she really want her baby to have a man that so casually cheated on his wife as the father?

Tom Thibodaux did congratulate Nina when Nina confided in him. He smiled when he disclosed that his wife, Kimberly was expecting their second child.

“So, our children will probably play together,” Tom smiled, then lost his smile and he lowered his voice. “You, are you going to keep it?”

“Yes, most definitely,” Nina smiled. “But, my kid picks up any bad habits? I’m blaming it on your kids.”

“And Kimberly will blame it on me,” Tom laughed happily.

Quarterly bonuses were awarded; everyone was alerted of which departments, which department heads would be receiving bonuses. And, all were not told, but all were aware that the financial planning department was not receiving any bonuses. Michael Trahan, the head of the Financial Planning Department would not be receiving any bonus for that quarter.

With her bonus, Nina contacted Reynold Reynolds and asked the private investigator to please find Stephanie Cimo. As Nina tapped out the retainer payment on her cell phone, she wondered if the morbidly obese man would even live long enough to cash the retainer; he was sweating profusely despite the ice-cold air in his office.