Pregnant! By My Best Friends by Eliza DeGaulle Read Free Book Online

so. "If you keep eating me like that, I won't be able to do anything today."
    "It's Saturday. You don't need to do anything important." The voice I heard didn't belong to Bret.
    I looked down at the man between my legs, who was looking right back at me with a wild grin. "Nolan? What the hell are you doing?" I pushed myself away from him, and the thoughts were rushing to me that I was naked. I clawed for the blanket, but found I didn't have one.
    "I walked by and saw a beautiful, juicy pussy. I just had to have a taste." He winked at me. "And you tasted delicious, Liv."
    I was horrified, my hands going to my breasts and pussy as makeshift protection from his eyes.
    He laughed and walked out of the room.
    My heart was racing and pounding like a train.
    I jumped out of bed, adrenaline winning out over any soreness in my legs.
    The door. I had to close the door.
    There was no door. There was a door last night. I peeked my head out, and was looking for the missing door.
    Was I going crazy? I turned around, and sought to do the next best thing, clothes. I threw open my closet doors and found nothing. Completely empty, aside from my laptop. Who would steal my clothes and not take my laptop?
    I trembled, afraid any of the other boys would walk past that door.
    Was I robbed? I started going around the room where I had put my things away. I found my books, both the novels I liked to read and the ones for school. All my papers were still there.
    I bolted over to the nightstand, and threw open my drawer. My wallet? Still there. Breath mints, combs, brushes, face wash, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, all there.
    The second drawer down, though, something was missing.
    My birth control pills.
    What the hell was going on? Was this some sort of sick joke? It was just the hazing, I told myself.
    "My beautiful Olivia." The voice of Bret entered my ears. I turned to meet him. He was smiling, laughing to himself.
    "Haha, very funny. What an amazing college joke," I said, deadpan. Then I screamed. "Give me my clothes back! And my pills! And Nolan was eating me out when I woke up! And I didn't give him permission to!"
    "Yeah, Nolan likes doing that to our new girls. He believes in being gentle with them at first."
    "New girl? What on earth are you talking about."
    Bret approached me. He hugged me, and patted me on the back. I had no idea what I was feeling that moment. Last night I thought he was sweet and kind, and wanted him when he wanted me.
    He didn't at all seem surprised at my nudity, or the fact his friend moved in on his girl.
    "I guess you want an explanation?"
    "Yes, please."
    "I'll give you an explanation. But I enjoy demonstrating as I do so."
    "Demonstrating?" I said, confused.
    I found out soon after as he tossed me on the bed face down.
    "Hey, what are you - "
    Bret was on top of me afterwords, a forearm against my back. The other hand went to my ass and started to massage it. "I'm demonstrating." I gasped as he pushed one of his fingers into my asshole.
    "Bret, I don't want to do this right now."
    "Doesn't matter."
    I squirmed underneath him as he removed his hand from my ass. I heard a few spurts of something and the finger swiftly returned, with a cool oil on it. He plunged and massaged my hole with it. I wasn't that naive. It was lube. The gel heated up inside me and he continued to use a single digit to finger fuck me.
    "What - what do you mean, it doesn't matter? Stop this, Bret!" It wasn't entirely unpleasant, the finger inside of me. It was definitely unusual. Something else though, struck my thoughts. I was being violated. I was being used against my will - my fantasies began to run wild. There was a part of my mind enjoying this!
    Common sense pushed those ideas away as I gasped and he continued to pound me with a finger, introducing another finger into the equation soon after.
    "We own you now, Olivia."
    My teeth gritted, trying to resist him. Those muscles he had weren't just for show. He was strong, far stronger than