Fender Benders And Consequences

Jean was standing in the hospital’s lobby in front of the vending machine trying to decide between the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups or the plain Hershey’s Chocolate bar just as Logan and Marie came walking in through the main entrance. Logan with his arm around Marie’s waist, leaning down whispering in her ear and Marie laughing made Jean’s heart skip a beat. She would never get used to seeing Logan with another woman – happy with another woman. Her friends had warned her that Logan was untamable, but they’d been wrong, he was tamable – just not by her. At that precise moment the laughing couple looked up and noticed her, too. Awkward couldn’t even begin to describe the next few minutes.

“Hey, Jean … how are you?” Marie inquired.

“Eh, pretty good. How are you doing?” Jean replied trying not to let her emotions betray her.

“Fine. No real residual effects of the accident.”

“Well, that’s great news.”

“We’re here for an appointment with an obstetrician that Dr. McCoy recommended. A Dr. St. John, maybe you know him?”

“Michael, yes, he’s a wonderful doctor. You’ll be in very good hands.”

There was an extremely awkward moment of silence, nobody quite knowing what to say next.

“Well, we oughta get going or we’re gonna be late,” Logan finally said breaking the impasse.

“Yes, of course. Glad you’re doing so well, Marie. Logan,” she said nodding her head at him and with that she turned and walked away quickly.

“Ok, like that wasn’t totally weird.”

"We’ll probably run into her a lot over the next seven and a half months, Marie.”

“I know and it’ll probably get even weirder as I start showing. Hey, maybe we’ll luck out and she’ll start this really hot affair and forget all about us.”

“This IS Jean we’re talking about here. I think the best we can hope for is lukewarm.”

Marie swatted at Logan as they boarded the elevator even though she couldn’t suppress her own giggle.

Upstairs in Dr. St. John’s office, Marie filled out all the necessary paperwork and was soon ushered into an exam room after giving the requisite urine sample (and what is it with doctor’s obsession with having people pee in little plastic cups, anyway?) Marie was given a gown to change into and the nurse took the preliminary tests: temperature, blood pressure, and pulse before Dr. St John finally entered the room. He was a handsome man in his early thirties with blonde hair, blue eyes and a kindly manner; Marie felt comfortable straight away. He went over Marie’s medical history and explained prenatal treatment, Lamaze classes, delivery options and enough information to make Marie’s head spin. He then had her lie back down on the exam table and he brought out an instrument he explained was used to detect the baby’s heartbeat. He ran the instrument over her flat stomach while listening with a stethoscope and then a minute later turned a knob on the side of the instrument to adjust the volume and the room was suddenly filled with a soft, rhythmic thumping noise. Marie’s eyes filled with tears and Logan got a small lump in his throat.

“There’s your baby,” Dr. St. John said.

Logan and Marie just listened in awed silence, both too emotionally choked up to say anything. It was all suddenly so real; there was another living being in there, one they had created together. Logan bent down and lightly kissed her stomach; kissed his child.

“Hey, kiddo, it’s your daddy,” he murmured against her stomach.

Sighing softly, Marie reached out her hand and ran it through Logan’s hair. Logan continued to rest his face gently against her belly.

“It’s pretty special hearing it for the first time isn’t it? Dr. St. John asked.

“It’s a pretty ‘Wow’ moment that’s for sure,” Marie said, tears slowly spilling down her cheeks.

Logan lifted his head up and tenderly kissed them away.

“I Love you,” he told her.

“Love you more,” she replied. It was truly a Kodak moment.


~*~*~*

“I’m gonna lay down and take a nap for a while, care to join me? Marie asked when they got home.

They lay on the bed facing each other; just nuzzling at first. They kissed with lips and tongues exploring each other’s faces and necks, plundering deep into each other’s mouths - probing, seeking, drinking deeply from each other - lost in sensation and pleasure. He could kiss her like this forever and she wanted him to. Marie reached over and slowly undid the buttons of Logan’s black silk shirt, parting the fabric, she ran her hands over his chest, caressing the hard muscle knotted beneath bronzed skin. Logan then undid the buttons on Marie’s blouse and cupped her full breasts, running his thumbs over nipples that hardened instantly at his touch. Her hands moved down to the waistband of his pants, unbuckled the belt and lowering the zipper over his already engorged cock, yanked the pants down past his hips. He kicked them off the rest of the way and pushed them onto the floor, then reaching around to her back, lowered the zipper of the floral printed miniskirt and pulled the skirt off, it joined his pants on the floor.

Logan divested himself of his boxers, slid Marie’s panties off, then settled her on her back and lay on his side facing her.

“Just relax. I wanna do this for you.”

He then started a slow massaging exploration of her creamy ivory skin, feathery touches at first and then more insistent. Marie moaned softly under his ministrations. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a hot, wet kiss while sliding one hand down onto her stomach. He lingered there, moving his hand in lazy circles over the haven that contained their child. He finally moved his hand lower, raking his fingers through the patch of soft brown hair at the top of her thighs. He continued to rub her pubic mound for a few more minutes; teasing her with promises of what was to come, then moved his fingers down slightly to find her already wet with desire. His thumb massaged her clit, while two fingers slid into the lubricated opening. Marie moaned and lifted her hips slightly, urging him on. Knowing how much she liked to have her breasts kissed while his fingers explored inside her, Logan leaned down and sucked one perfect pink bud into his mouth while his other hand massaged the nipple of the other soft breast. Marie writhed harder, twisting down into the mattress while moaning his name.

“Oh, God Logan, Oh God ----- please, ahh.”

“Feel good?”

“Oh, yes….. so good, so good,” she whimpered

She arched her back off the bed and Logan pushed his fingers into her even deeper while increasing the tension his thumb was putting on her clit. He shifted down her body, stopping to plant soft kisses all over her stomach, feeling closest to their baby whenever he touched her there, as if he could somehow open a connection between them. Shifting down further, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, Marie, already close to the edge, gripped his head and pushed his face deeper into her; moments later she exploded with an orgasm that threatened to rip her apart.

“Tell me what you want, Marie.”

“Oh, God, Logan, I want you in me, NOW!” she screamed.

Logan complied by spreading her legs even further apart and with a quick lift of her hips, plunged into her up to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Marie wrapped her legs around his back, digging her heels into him to bring him in even closer. The hair on his chest tickled her breasts, tender from his earlier attention. She loved the way his chest hair felt against her bare breasts and wiggled slightly and arched her back into his chest to cause a little friction. Her fingernails scrapped up and down his back and her hands ran down until she was able to touch the top of his butt; that gorgeous rear end that had the starring role in so many of her fantasies.

“I’m so close, baby, I need you to come for me.”

“God, Logan, I’m almost there, almost there.”

She felt the orgasm build inside her, threatening to shatter her into a million pieces. Suddenly she felt herself falling, tumbling, spiraling out of control; she gave herself over to the intense pleasure and the orgasm crashed over her in waves. She screamed his name as she plummeted over the edge. Logan’s own earth-shattering climax exploded on him just a minute later. They lay in a damp heap of tangled limps both still vibrating from the intensity of their orgasms before falling asleep still entwined together.