Pregnant! By My Best Friends
Eliza DeGaulle
Copyright 2015 Darkest Secrets Publishing
Kindle Edition
All characters in this story are age 18 or older. Any similarity to characters living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Three guys and she can't possibly choose - Holly truly has too much of a good thing...
Holly has made a terrible mistake - she's fallen madly in love with all three of her best friends, all of them she's known her entire life. Even worse, she's certain they love her back, but she doesn't want to lose any of them by making a choosing one over the other.
The men she lusts after though, have a surprise for her. If choosing is so hard, why make Holly do it? Instead, they want to make her theirs, indulging in a grand unprotected bareback menage with the clear intent of making Holly carry all of their seed.
11,400 words.
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Oh, why the heck was I in this position? I never expected that I'd actually get the role.
Hell, the only reason I auditioned was because it would look good on a college application. It would show that I was someone who would show school spirit and participate. Or something. I didn't fully understand it, but the result was I was here, trembling in front of a mirror.
Juliet, one of the two most important roles in the play. Who was playing Romeo, though, was what really terrified me.
Colin. One of my best friends.
That was the problem.
He was handsome and a guy who in most situations I'd want to put my lips on, as well as his everything else.
Why did Kayla choose now of all times to get food poisoning? It was really inconsiderate of her.
The script was all in the fancy middle styled-English. Why did I lobby for the old style? This would be so much easier to remember if it were words I actually ever said.
My hair was done up right, the make-up girl had already done her jobs. The play would be starting in minutes, and it was on me not to fail horribly.
You can do this, Holly. Just memorize the lines for the next scene.
I heard the director's call. It was go time.
The first scenes went off well. I didn't make too many mistakes, but it did call for me to longingly look towards Colin. His soft brown hair that I wish I could pull at in the throes of passion, that firm body.
"You've done good so far, Holly. I really like the passion you showed out there. Great body language."
I wish that it was because I was a great actor. The scene that was coming up was the one I feared the most.
The one where I would kiss Colin, er, Romeo. I had to kiss him during other scenes as well, but the first - well, it would be my first kiss as well as Juliet's.
Did acting even count for that?
The green exit sign sat over the door and I was seriously consider using it. Maybe I could claim that Colin was my brother and it would be icky to do it.
They probably wouldn't buy it.
I took a deep breath, waiting for my cue. It was just a kiss. In other countries a kiss on the lips was a way to say hello. It was only romantic and passionate here because of how puritan our society is.
Get out there, Holly. It's acting. It doesn't mean anything.
I walked out onto the stage. He had pulled me away from the Capulet's party after sneaking in.
The first lines had gone off without a hitch. My coming anxiety, though, started to build as the time was quickly approaching.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" Colin said, with perfect accent and form.
My line. "Aye, um, pilgrim, lips that they, uh use in prayers."
That wasn't meant to be a
Eliza DeGaulle
Copyright 2015 Darkest Secrets Publishing
Kindle Edition
All characters in this story are age 18 or older. Any similarity to characters living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Three guys and she can't possibly choose - Holly truly has too much of a good thing...
Holly has made a terrible mistake - she's fallen madly in love with all three of her best friends, all of them she's known her entire life. Even worse, she's certain they love her back, but she doesn't want to lose any of them by making a choosing one over the other.
The men she lusts after though, have a surprise for her. If choosing is so hard, why make Holly do it? Instead, they want to make her theirs, indulging in a grand unprotected bareback menage with the clear intent of making Holly carry all of their seed.
11,400 words.
Give Eliza thoughts, feedback, questions, suggestions, concerns, and invite her over to play Mario Kart by contacting her on Twitter:
@ElizaDeGaulle
If you liked this story, consider more of Ms. DeGaulle's Work
At Her Amazon Author Page
Sign up for The Darkest Secrets Newsletter for weekly updates on new releases, excerpts, special offers, freebies:
Click Here To Sign Up!
Or Simply E-Mail at:
[email protected]
Oh, why the heck was I in this position? I never expected that I'd actually get the role.
Hell, the only reason I auditioned was because it would look good on a college application. It would show that I was someone who would show school spirit and participate. Or something. I didn't fully understand it, but the result was I was here, trembling in front of a mirror.
Juliet, one of the two most important roles in the play. Who was playing Romeo, though, was what really terrified me.
Colin. One of my best friends.
That was the problem.
He was handsome and a guy who in most situations I'd want to put my lips on, as well as his everything else.
Why did Kayla choose now of all times to get food poisoning? It was really inconsiderate of her.
The script was all in the fancy middle styled-English. Why did I lobby for the old style? This would be so much easier to remember if it were words I actually ever said.
My hair was done up right, the make-up girl had already done her jobs. The play would be starting in minutes, and it was on me not to fail horribly.
You can do this, Holly. Just memorize the lines for the next scene.
I heard the director's call. It was go time.
The first scenes went off well. I didn't make too many mistakes, but it did call for me to longingly look towards Colin. His soft brown hair that I wish I could pull at in the throes of passion, that firm body.
"You've done good so far, Holly. I really like the passion you showed out there. Great body language."
I wish that it was because I was a great actor. The scene that was coming up was the one I feared the most.
The one where I would kiss Colin, er, Romeo. I had to kiss him during other scenes as well, but the first - well, it would be my first kiss as well as Juliet's.
Did acting even count for that?
The green exit sign sat over the door and I was seriously consider using it. Maybe I could claim that Colin was my brother and it would be icky to do it.
They probably wouldn't buy it.
I took a deep breath, waiting for my cue. It was just a kiss. In other countries a kiss on the lips was a way to say hello. It was only romantic and passionate here because of how puritan our society is.
Get out there, Holly. It's acting. It doesn't mean anything.
I walked out onto the stage. He had pulled me away from the Capulet's party after sneaking in.
The first lines had gone off without a hitch. My coming anxiety, though, started to build as the time was quickly approaching.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" Colin said, with perfect accent and form.
My line. "Aye, um, pilgrim, lips that they, uh use in prayers."
That wasn't meant to be a
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