Bonus Time! Aftermath

When your case comes to trial three months later, you watch the farmer and Loretta file into the courtroom. Loretta is sporting a significant baby bump. You knocked her up! She looks up and catches your eye. You think you see a small smile turn the corners of her mouth.

The trial opens, and the prosecutor puts forth his case, specifying that you **** Loretta all night long. The farmer testifies about the circumstances of you staying at his house and the matter of the liquor. The court adjourns for the day after that.

The next day Loretta is called to say what happened to her. She definitely has a round bump in her belly. You smile inwardly that she is carrying your baby.

The prosecutor goes through the preliminaries, and then asks her to describe the events of that evening as she remembers them.

"Well, John, I mean the defendant, had a breakdown near our house and my daddy offered him a bed until the tow truck could come. He had dinner with us, and drinks afterward. We all had too much to drink, and I passed out in my bed, I think."

You realize that either she is misremembering things because of the ****, or she's lying.

"Later that night, I woke up to find Mr. Doe in my bed. He kissed me and fondled me, and then he put his prick inside my pussy."

Tittering giggles are scattered around the courtroom. To quiet the room, the judge has to bang his gavel and shout, "Order in the court!"

After things settle, the prosecutor asks, "Did the defendant ever ask you to have sex?"

"No, he didn't."

"What did you say when he penetrated you?"

Loretta mumbles something at barely a whisper.

"What was that, Ms. Jenkins?"

"Fuck me harder!"

The courtroom erupts in shouts, gasps, and laughter. The prosecutor holds his head in his hands. You can hear her father screaming behind you. The judge shouts for many minutes and bangs his gavel so hard that the handle breaks. The farmer has to be restrained and taken from the courtroom by the bailiffs.

"So, are you telling me, Ms. Jenkins, that though he never asked you to have sex, you never said 'no' and, in fact, encouraged him to continue?"

"Why, yes, Mr. Prosecutor. He was a wonderful lover!"

Your lawyer stands and shouts over the ensuing turmoil, "I move that the charges of **** and criminal sexual conduct be dropped against my client, since this young woman clearly gave consent by her actions and words!"

As the judge tries to restore order, you look up at Loretta. She is looking straight at you, grinning like it's Christmas. Her hand rubs her prominent belly.

The judge finally gets the courtroom quiet enough to say, "By my order, all charges in the matter of 'Jenkins v. Doe' are dropped. You are free to go. You may step down, Ms. Jenkins."

You shake your lawyer's hand and he slaps you on the back. Loretta runs across the room, and you embrace her. She got you off the **** charge! Her deep French kiss is a wonderful thing after three months in jail.

"Okay, now that you're free, let's get out of here before Daddy comes back. My friend Connie brought a car for our getaway. It's around the side."

"You are the smartest girl a guy could ever love," you tell her. You turn to the lawyer. "Do I need to stay here for anything?"

"No, I'll take care of all the paperwork. The only thing is your belongings and car."

"Can I get them later? I've got another car around back."

"Sure, it will take a few days to get the car out of impound anyway. Just come by and pick it up at the end of the week."

"Thank you, sir." You embrace him to his surprise.

You and Loretta run out of the courtroom, down the hall, and out the side door of the courthouse. An old Chevy sits near the door, with an gorgeous redhead behind the wheel. That must be Connie. As she sees you, she gets out and sits in the backseat of the car. Loretta gets behind the wheel and you sit in the passenger seat.

"We won!" Connie says.

"Hi, I'm John. You must be Connie. Thanks for the car."

She nods. Loretta pulls away from the curb.

Connie says, "I've heard a lot about you from Lor. She just couldn't get her daddy to drop things, so she thought she could stop him when it came to testifying."

Loretta asks, "We'll drop you off at your house?"

"No, just at the restaurant. I have a shift in half an hour."

"Thanks, baby. I love you, girl," Loretta tells the redheaded teen.

"I love you, too. Just come back when the baby's born, okay?"

"You got it." Your girlfriend pulls in front of a small storefront restaurant in what this small town calls a downtown district. Connie shakes your hand. You kiss it briefly. Then she gets out, and gives Loretta a big hug and a kiss that would melt iron, including lots of tongue. That is much more than the kiss of best friends.

"Bye, Loretta. Call me!"

"Bye, Conn. I love you."

She drives off. You're out of town and heading across the state toward your hometown in ten minutes.

You just look at her as she drives. She is more beautiful than ever, smiling and singing. Pregnancy seems to make her even sexier than you remember her.

"You are amazing. You did all this while carrying my baby. Our baby."

"Yes, and for at least the next six months, you can fuck me silly any time you want, just like that first time, because you can't get me more pregnant. God, I've missed you."

"Well, what if I want to fuck you silly right now?"

"Either I can pull over and **** you in the car, or, if you can wait for another hour, I have a motel room waiting for us."