With a chance meeting

"What about this one?" you ask holding up a pink blouse.

Jessie laughs, "you'll look good in anything."

"You're not helping," lowering the blouse and frowning.

He laughs even louder drawing the attention of a few of the nearby shoppers.

Your cheeks flush, "will you keep it down. You're causing a scene."

"I'm sorry," he says shaking his head. "It's just...well...it's funny. I never would've expected you'd be picking out a dress, at least not like this."

"It's not a dress, it's a blouse," you correct.

He covers his mouth to prevent himself from bursting out laughing again. You scowl until he stops, "you only further demonstrate my point."

Continuing your scowl, "it's only been a few hours and you're already acting like a typical guy."

"Hey now," he says getting a little serious for a moment. "It's not like I had a choice."

Your face softens and you let out a sigh, "I know but it's not like I had one either."

He places his hand on your chin to look you in the eye. He smiles, "actually, you did and I'm glad you chose to."

You smile back but at that moment you hear a familiar voice, "hey, it is them."

The two of you turn to see Becky and Prissy, each with a few articles of clothing in hand.

"Fancy seeing you two again," says Prissy with a coy smile.

"Where've you been?" asks Becky stepping forward bubbly as ever.

"Oh, around..." you answer hoping to give no further details.

Prissy raises one of her blond eye brows but Becky is uninterested in the details of your where about, even though she had asked, "hey listen, we're going to play our little game again. Would you like to join?"

You are taken aback by her forwardness and look to Jessie who shares a glance with you too. You are not against the idea, it had been fun and might even be more fun without worrying about getting pregnant, too late for that after all. There is one problem though. Jessie speaks first, the same problem on his mind.

"I don't know, I don't really like Jared," says Jessie scratching his head.

"Pfft of course not. Haven't you heard?" says Prissy dismissively waving her hand.

"Heard what?" you ask.

Both girls answer in unison, "really?"

Prissy goes on and asks, "have you two been living under a rock? It was everywhere, facebook, twiter, even made the news."

After neither of you answer they share a glance, and Prissy shrugs her shoulders. Becky elaborates, "he tried to **** me after the party. Said I'd made a fool of him and he was going to have my pussy one way or another."

Jessie and you drops your mouths stunned. Jared was a prick but you did not think he was a ****. "Are you ok?" asks Jessie.

"Oh, I'm fine, Jared isn't," continues Becky. She has a devilish grin as she tells what happened. "I kicked him in the balls and called the police. They didn't press charges though. After they took him to the hospital for having both balls popped, they decided that was punishment enough. He's never going to have kids."

Both you and Jessie flinch covering your groins just thinking about the pain. After a moment of recovery, the two girls are still grinning recalling the event.

You ask, "who else will be there?"

"Not sure yet," says Becky. "We're still asking around."

"What about..." You pause to think, rolling your eyes looking up while you do, "Mack? The one you were with?" pointing to Prissy.

She smiles for a moment, "Malcolm, tall, dark, and handsome."

"Ya," you say.

Prissy sighs, "but also a total jerk, I'd just met him that night and left him the next day." You hold your tongue refraining from any commentary. She then squints looking around the section of the store you are standing in and then to the pink blouse in your hand. "Are you pregnant?"

Although you show no signs of it yet, you are in the maternity section and the blouse in question did flare out extra wide in the middle for that purpose. Your eyes go wide and you flush with embarrassment. "Umm... ya..." you answer meekly.

Becky's eyes go wide too but for excitement, "Wow! That's wonderful!"

Prissy gives Jessie a sly smile, "well congratulations, that would make you twice a father."

His eyes bulge this time, "What?!"

Prissy gives a harsh laugh, "you two really have been living under a rock."

"W..what do you mean?" asks Jessie.

"Remember Breeda, the foreign exchange student?" asks Becky.

"Ya...what about her?" asks Jessie.

"Well, you knocked her up too at the party," continues Prissy.

Jessie opens and closes his mouth, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," says Prissy waving her hand. "It was her own fault, after something like that she should have taken the pill. She was freaking out though. Couldn't go back home pregnant or her parents would kill her."

"I'm sorry," says Jessie again. "I..I..."

Prissy cuts him off, "I said don't be sorry. She already got it taken care of. She went to the clinic just yesterday. Lucky, she did too. Another day and they wouldn't have done it."

"Oh..." says Jessie dropping his head. You find his hand give him a reassuring squeeze. "That's probably best I guess."

"So, do you want to play again? Have a little fun before your bundle of joy arrives?" asks Becky smiling widely and giving a wink.

Jessie squeezes your hand and looks to you. Why not? It could be fun.