Shefali struggled up
from sleep, her body aching. The baby moved within
her, restless. The gentle movement of the car, which
had soothed her earlier, now provoked a quick wave
of nausea. At four months, she had expected to be
past the queasiness, and it was certainly better
now than it had been; for the first three months
she had done little else but try (and fail) to keep
food down. She hadn't got any of her work done,
and it was just a good thing that the small start-up
she worked for had a generous policy on maternity
leave. Shefali would have been fine financially
even if they'd laid her off; between Gabriel's doctor's
salary and Roshan's internist's pay, they didn't
really need her programming money. But every little
bit helped with a baby on the way, especially since
they weren't likely to be getting any help from
her parents or Roshan's. Though perhaps this trip
would change that.
Her back was sore, despite the pillows the guys
had tenderly tucked around her when they settled
her in the back of the car. Her back was sore and
her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton; the
baby was kicking and the last thing she wanted to
hear right now was what she was pretty sure she
was hearing from the front seat. Her eyes were still
closed, but she knew that sound, that slick slide
of hand on cock, the quick rise and fall of Gabe's
breaths. She had heard that sound so many times
in the last few months -- she had watched, fascinated,
as Roshan's dark hand slid up and down the pale
shaft. Sometimes he would add his mouth, the tongue
slipping out to caress the bulbous head, the long
curve of cock. She had taken mental notes. Everyone
said that gay men gave the best blow jobs, and as
a straight woman who was now fucking a bi guy, she
figured she needed to study if she wanted to keep
up. Though Gabriel always refused to comment when
she asked him if Roshan was better. "Comparisons
are odious."
She could smell the excitement rising from them
both, the sweat in the small, closed car. Why didn't
they open the damn window? So what if it was icy
cold outside? At this rate, they'd fog up the windows
and then crash the car into a tree and they'd never
make it to her parents, which would be a relief
in many ways -- her stomach clenched -- but it would
not be fair to the baby.
"Hey, you fuckers. There's a goddamned baby
in the car, you know."
Shefali opened her eyes to see Gabe half-twisted
in his seat, watching her, smiling. Roshan's left
hand was on the wheel, his eyes on the road --
but his right arm was stretched across the gap
between the seats, his right hand invisible, buried
in Gabe's crotch.
"Well, technically," Roshan said, "it's
not a baby yet." His eyes flicked back and
forth from glancing at Shefali in the rear view
mirror, to watching the empty highway opening
before them. "The clinical term is fetus."
"Oh, thanks." Shefali said. "I
didn't know that. Thanks for that very helpful
bit of information. Now will you two stop fucking
already? All you ever think about is sex!"
Roshan's arm continued its slow motion, up and
down. Gabriel grinned, his face flushed. "Well,
technically, this isn't fucking, you know. I can
show you fucking later, if you want, Shef. I'd
be happy to teach you...."
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Shefali was
hit by an almost overwhelming urge to cry; she
squeezed her eyes tight, clenched her fists together.
"Hey -- hey." Before she could catch
her breath, Gabriel was climbing over the gearshift
into the back seat, squeezing into the small space
to the right of her, pressing one gentle hand
on her knee. Shefali opened her eyes to find him
watching her, concern sharp on his face. His pants
were still undone, and a thick erection jutted
out. It should have been funny.
"What's wrong, Shefali?" That was Roshan.
"Should I pull over?"
"No, no -- we're late already. My mom's
going to kill me. She hates it when dinner gets
cold. She'll have the samosas and vadai in the
oven by now; she's probably checking the clock.
The drinks are made; my sister's setting the table."
Shefali was babbling; she knew it, but she couldn't
seem to stop. "The rice will be ready in
half an hour. The curries have been simmering
for hours; they'll be okay, but if the rice sits
too long, it won't taste as good, you know."
And now she was blubbering, tears welling up in
her eyes, pooling there as she refused to give
in and cry. Shefali hated crying. She almost never
cried. She Roshan was pulling over, taking an
exit she didn't know, pulling into a small off-road
station, an empty parking lot. They parked under
the shade of a huge tree, its bare branches coated
with last night's heavy snow.
"She's not going to kill you," Gabriel
said.
"She will...she will." Shefali was
shaking now, her body shuddering. She couldn't
seem to stop it, even though this kind of emotional
outburst couldn't be good for the baby. Sometimes
she hated having to think about what would be
good for the baby. She wrapped her arms around
herself, rocking against the smooth fabric of
the back seat. Now Roshan was climbing out of
the car, opening the door to her left, climbing
into the back, somehow squeezing into the seat
and pulling her into his arms. She was engulfed
in the broad strength of him, his solid chest
supporting her. Skinny Gabriel was squished into
an even smaller corner of the backseat, gently
rubbing her knee; the fabric of her loose skirt
slid up and down against her bare leg. She could
feel the weight of their concern, their love,
wrapping around her like a blanket. But she was
still shaking.
"No, she won't," Roshan said firmly.
His arms wrapped around her. "And if she
looks like she wants to, we'll climb right back
in the car and drive back to Boston. They said
they wanted to meet Gabriel; they wanted to talk
to us all in person. Fine. But if they give you
any grief at all, we're going to leave. We can
manage just fine without them."
"I know, I know..." Shefali did know.
They had talked about all this endlessly -- when
her parents first asked them to come out, while
planning the trip, in the car over the last two
days. This was a ridiculous time to get the shakes,
when they were less than half an hour from her
parents' house. "...I just don't want to
have to manage without them." Roshan's arms
tightened around her body. "I want my Amma...."
And now she was sobbing, tears finally flowing
down her cheeks.
She knew she must look awful, but she couldn't
stop. There was just so much to cope with -- they'd
been doing pretty well working out their own problems,
but there were her parents who still screamed
at her over the phone, and Roshan's, who barely
spoke to him. Gabriel's father had been quiet,
but at least he wasn't actively hostile. She wished
Gabe's mother were alive. She wanted a woman to
talk to about this. She had never had close female
friends, and now she wanted one desperately. The
guys were terrific, and medically trained, so
they gave her all the information she wanted about
the baby. More than she wanted. What she really
wanted was her mother -- and Shefali didn't know
what her mother would do when she finally met
the bisexual Jewish man her daughter had fallen
in love with; when her mother was forced to confront
the reality of the triad they had created. Shefali
just didn't know -- and she hated it when she
didn't know what was going to happen.
Roshan kept holding her, and when her sobs eased
and she could see properly again, Gabriel was
looking anxiously at her. She blinked the remaining
water out of her eyes. He looked almost frightened
-- well, that wasn't surprising, really. Shefali
couldn't remember the last time she'd let herself
cry in front of anyone. It had been years. Maybe
this was the first time he'd seen it. She tried
to smile, to reassure him. A quick smile answered
her, though his eyes were still worried.
"Shef -- I can't promise it'll be okay with
them. But I can promise that I'm here for you.
And you know Roshan is too, right? You know how
much we love you...."
She did know that. The last two years had been
hard sometimes, but they'd worked through things,
together. They'd gotten through a lot. Her body
relaxed a little in Roshan's arms, and his arms
relaxed as well.
"I'll be all right. It was just everything
piling up, you know? And then waking up, and not
feeling well, and hearing you two going at it
again, when I haven't even wanted to have sex
in months...."
That had really bothered her. She'd been so sick
for a while, and then after that, the guys had
still been solicitous of her; Gabriel had been
careful not to press her for sex, had assumed
that she wouldn't want to be bothered. He and
Roshan had discreetly kept their sex play for
the study, and for when they assumed that she
was fast asleep. Lately, though, she hadn't been
sleeping well, and she'd often woken to hear them
-- hear Gabe, at least. Roshan never made any
noise at all.
She looked at Gabriel -- her eyes slid down,
to where his penis still stuck out, not as hard
as before, but not quite soft yet either. Her
cunt shivered, a swift contraction sliding through
her. Gabriel followed her eyes down, and then
looked at her again.
"Hey." His voice was soft.
She didn't know what to say, but when his hand
slid down from her knee, down along the fabric
to its edge, resting on her bare ankle, she leaned
back further in Roshan's arms, sliding her foot
towards him. And when he slid his hand back up,
under her skirt, to gently begin caressing her
thigh, Shefali bit her lip, and moaned softly
in the back of her throat. It had been so long.
He slid forward, and his fingers found the moisture
between her thighs. She had started masturbating
again a few days ago, and had found that being
pregnant made her wetter than she had ever been
before. It had surprised her, and it seemed to
surprise Gabriel too. He made a small sound, and
his cock hardened. A finger slid inside her, curving
upward to find that sweet spot -- she had had
to teach him where it was, but he had gotten so
good at touching it, stroking it; and now his
thumb had found her clit, was rubbing slickly
over it; and Roshan's mouth was at her neck, his
lips leaving light feathery kisses over shivering
skin, then sucking gently, his arms holding her
as Gabe moved inside her, pushing her up and up,
until she felt herself expanding, exploding, still
held tightly in Roshan's arms.
When she came back to herself, she tilted her
head back and grinned up at Roshan. "Hey
-- aren't you supposed to be gay?"
He smiled back at her. "What, I'm not allowed
to help a little?" His expression softened,
and his hand came up to stroke her long hair,
fingers slipping gently through it. "It's
good to see you smiling, Shefali."
"You too." A vast peace settled inside
her as she turned back to Gabriel, who looked
very uncomfortable, crammed into a corner of the
backseat, with his cock still sticking out of
his pants. "Hmmm...do you think we could...?"
Gabriel laughed. "I don't think so. There's
just not enough room -- not if I don't want to
squish the baby." His hand came up to rest
on her barely-rounded stomach -- not pressing
down, just resting gently there. "And we're
late, and we really ought to stop at a motel and
shower if we don't want your folks to know exactly
what we were just doing. But if you're okay for
now, then I think I can wait. We were just messing
around earlier, you know -- killing time on the
road. I'm not as sex-crazed as you think I am,
you know."
Shefali grinned. "Uh huh."
"Are you okay, Shef? Really okay? Not just
on an endorphin rush?" Gabriel kept his eyes
locked on her, waiting for her answer.
She felt fine -- better than she had in a long
time. She felt like she could cope with this baby;
could maybe even cope with her parents. Shefali
wasn't sure how long the feeling would last; her
mother had a way of making her feel twelve again.
But with both of her guys there to help hold her
up -- to carry her through it -- she thought she'd
probably be okay, at least for now.
Shefali reached out a hand and took Gabriel's
in hers. She squeezed it hard, and his face relaxed,
the lines smoothing out. Then Roshan's big hand
came to engulf both of theirs.
They stayed like that, despite the lateness of
the hour and the discomfort of the cramped back
seat, for just a little while longer. |
