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Baby Formula

By: DoctorHook



Abby Millisor approached the double doors of her upscale apartment building and wondered how she was going to open them with two bags of groceries in her arms. Her long wool coat shielded her from the frigid February wind.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Millisor," said a young man in his twenties as he opened the door for Abby. He had watched her approach from inside the lobby, and was ready with the door.

"Oh, thank you, David!" she said to him, walking into the lobby. "Are you coming tonight?"

"That depends. Are you making your famous cheesecake?"

"Yes!" she replied with a giggle.

"Then, I'll definitely be there," David declared with a wink as he headed out.

The bi-monthly potluck dinner for the residents of their building was tonight. Abby always enjoyed getting to know the people she shared the building with on a more personal level - people she otherwise would just see in the elevators and smile at politely. This was how she met David. She didn't know him that well, but knew he was a PhD candidate in the field of nutrition. He seemed to be very studious and didn't have a girlfriend, despite his good looks.

Not many students lived in the building; it was mostly occupied by faculty. David was a breath of fresh air compared to the stodgy academic types that mostly occupied the building. Abby's husband, Phil was a professor at the university. They had lived there for the past six years, but would be moving at the end of the spring semester, Phil having accepted a much more prestigious position at another university.

Abby would have preferred not to move again, she being in her late thirties and having jumped around the country following Phil's career. She was ready to settle down and call one place home, but their lives hadn't made it quite that far yet.

Abby watched the numbers climb, the grocery bags at her feet in the elevator, until it stopped on the seventh floor. She picked up the bags and headed for her apartment with a spring in her step. Inside her apartment, in the master bathroom, she was about to learn monumental, potentially life-changing news. Abby had missed her period. It had happened before, but they were always false alarms. This time she waited a full week before buying the home pregnancy test. She had a good feeling about it this time. She was due for a change in her fortune, a respite from the heartache of not being able to conceive while her biological clock mercilessly ticked away.

She and her husband had been trying for a couple of years to have a baby. Abby felt they were at a point in their lives that they could begin raising a family on their very comfortable means. Being academics, they were used to putting their own futures and interests at the top of their priority lists while they were relatively young, but the time had come to begin putting their time and energy into the greater meaning of life, the true legacy of children. Abby wanted it in the worst way. She dreamed about it. The idea of having a baby had become such a fixture in her everyday psyche that she was beginning to feel like an incomplete person without it. The prospect of motherhood loomed today.

She set the bags on the kitchen counter and pulled out the contents, mostly ingredients for a cheesecake, until she found the pregnancy test. She opened the box on her way to the bathroom. She didn't bother reading the directions; she had already memorized them. Abby sat on the toilet and closed her eyes, saying a small prayer as she passed the test strip through her urine. She waited, looking at her watch, not looking at the test. The wait was always excruciating.

At last it was time. Her heart beat hard in her chest. She optimistically asked herself, would this be the happy moment she had been anticipating? Was it finally going to happen? She picked up the test and took one more deep breath before looking at the result. She stared at the test result for a long moment before involuntarily dropping it onto the bathroom floor. Negative.

Abby put her head in her hands and sobbed, still sitting on the toilet. Nothing had changed. She was no closer to being a mother than she ever had been.

In the past, she had tried to convince Phil that going to a fertility specialist would be the answer. He had always rebuffed the idea, saying they should let nature take its course. But she was tired of waiting for nature. She was tired of her husband's complacency at their lack of ability to produce a family. She hated to think about which one of them was infertile, but she had a hunch it was him. She would silently chastise herself for thinking that way, knowing it was no one's fault; it was just bad luck.

Abby dried her eyes and washed up, and then slogged back into the kitchen and began preparing to make the cheesecake for tonight, trying to avoid slipping into the depression that false alarms tended to cause. This one hurt more than usual. In fact, every new disappointment hurt more than the last. She wasn't getting any younger.

David Corrigan stood in the large social room, sipping on punch and talking to an older couple that lived on his floor, scanning the crowd for somebody he knew. He always felt like a kid at these things, but he didn't do the things college kids do - at least, not any more. His nose was to the grindstone these days, and about the only respite from his research was attending little soirees like this - a far cry from the keggers he had indulged in just a couple years ago.

He smiled as he saw Abby's pretty face meander through the crowd, carrying her no-doubt delectable cheesecake. Phil was behind her and stopped to chat with the building super. David always enjoyed talking to Abby. She was more personal than most of the residents here, always making him feel at home in their posh apartment building, even though he was a bit unpolished in this crowd.

She put the cheesecake down with the other desserts and saw David. "I hope it's up to par," she said as she approached him. "They didn't have the cream cheese I like." She was a perfectionist when it came to her cooking.

"I have no doubt it will be divine as always," David said, greeting her with a two-handed handshake. Just then Phil came over to greet David.

"Hello, Dr. Millisor," said David.

"David, how is the thesis coming along?" Phil asked, shaking his hand.

"Slowly but surely," he answered. It was really the most truthful answer he had to that question.

"Is Gilman still a horse's ass?" he asked defiantly, referring to the head of the science department. Phil and Dr. Gilman had butted heads more than once.

"I think he's mellowing in his old age," David remarked with a chuckle. He actually liked Dr. Gilman.

Phil didn't linger long, moving on to speak to a colleague about a faculty meeting they had to attend tonight. Phil had a fast mind and an abrupt personality. He zipped around the room like a jackrabbit, quickly making nice before he needed to leave. He and his colleague left after only a few minutes, leaving Abby to herself for the evening.

As David chatted with different residents, he couldn't help but notice Abby's demeanor tonight. She was putting on a nice smile and pleasant conversation, but she didn't seem quite herself; her pleasant disposition seemed forced. Although he felt he knew her well enough to be concerned for her, he didn't know if it was his place to bring it up to her. He saw her sit down on a sofa and decided to risk overstepping his bounds and try to be a good friend.

David sat down next to Abby, a half-eaten piece of cheesecake on his plate. "Perfection," he said, taking another bite.

"Oh, thank you," Abby said sheepishly. He was surely just being nice.

"Mrs. Millisor," David began.

"Please call me Abby," she corrected. "Don't make me feel older than I am!"

David wasn't exactly comfortable speaking to faculty and their spouses as equals, but he accepted her request. "Okay, Abby," he said with a smile. "Please tell me to go away if I'm being too forward."

Abby raised her eyebrows and looked at him expectantly.

"You seem a little down. I just wondered if you wanted to talk."

Abby faked a smile, although her sadness being pointed out to her made it difficult. She had talked with very few people about her problem conceiving. She was good at hiding her emotions, thereby avoiding having to talk about them, but here was a charming and inquisitive young man attempting to pull it out of her. She normally would have rebuffed such a forward comment, but instead she weakly nodded her head.

"Have you ever wanted to have children?" she asked him.

"I can't say I have," he replied, surprised at her question. "But I assume by your question that you do?"

Abby nodded, looking at her lap.

"Why don't you?" David bit his tongue a half-second too late. He knew he had just hit on the root of Abby's trouble.

"We can't. At least, we haven't been able to so far," she replied.

"Have you tried getting help?" David suggested.

"Phil is against doing this clinically. He thinks that nature should take its course. I keep holding on to hope. Just today I was sure I was..." she trailed off, embarrassed. "Oh, you don't want to hear all this."

"No, no! Tell me, please," David implored, touching her hand.

Abby fought back tears for a moment. "Just today I was sure I would see the little blue cross on the pregnancy test. I thought I felt a difference. I thought it had finally happened." Abby strained to keep her emotions in check. Speaking so candidly about it was proving difficult. This was not the place for blubbering.

"But it was negative?" David volunteered.

Abby nodded.

"Abby, I'm sorry," he consoled, hugging her while they sat on the couch.

They sat quietly for a moment. At length, David asked, "Do you know why you can't conceive?"

Abby pondered how to answer. She finally sighed before answering. "I really don't think it's me. We've never found out for sure, but my doctor says I don't have any problems, and I feel perfectly healthy, like my body is ready for it to happen, you know? But it just doesn't. I feel so guilty for thinking that."

"Sounds like you just need a sper..." David stopped short of saying it. He felt like a heel for putting it so brazenly.

"A sperm donor?" Abby said, completing his sentence.

David nodded with a sheepish grin.

Abby laughed out loud. "Well, that would fix it, wouldn't it?"

"I'm sorry," David said with a smile, too embarrassed to back up his assertion.

"Don't be. It's too bad the easy answers are often the most complicated ones."

The conversation turned to lighter subjects, like the issue of the recent reduction in the building's water pressure, which had all the residents in an uproar. David moved off to talk to a friend while Abby remained on the couch, contemplating going to bed. She didn't have the energy to make nice much longer.

She examined David from across the room. He was tall, over six feet, nice body, square jaw, hazel eyes, extremely smart and easy to talk to. He would make a great husband and father some day. Abby eyes grew wide at the next thought that popped into her head. "Oh, no," she thought to herself. "Put that ridiculous thought right out of your head, Abby. It wouldn't work. Even if David would agree to do it, it would be risky and complicated." She pulled herself up from the sofa and with a heavy heart quietly exited the room and headed up to her apartment to go to bed.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she looked at her naked tummy, cursing its flatness, despising its beauty, unsullied by the ravages of childbearing, before slipping her nightgown on. She would gladly trade in her sexy, slim body for children. It was a deal she would make in a heartbeat.

The casual suggestion that she get a sperm donor kept creeping into Abby's mind over the next week. She considered bringing it up to Phil, but feared the inevitable rebuff would abruptly end the idea. Phil was way too middle-of-the-road to accept such an extreme idea. The only way to do it would be to go behind his back. It was unfortunate, but there was no other possibility.

This was an extreme solution. But, it would work. The more she thought about it, the more it started to make sense. She would be able to get pregnant, just not the way they were trying. If she could have a baby, even if it wasn't biologically Phil's, they would raise it as their own. The big problem with the idea was Phil could never find out. Could she keep such a big secret from her future family? It was risky as hell, but the risk matched her desperation.

Abby ran into David one day in the lobby on her way out to run some errands. He was headed out of the building as well. "Hi, David! Are you headed out for lunch?"

"I'm thinking of trying the Greek place on the corner. Have you ever been there?"

"Fabulous gyros," she said, rolling her eyes.

"You care to join me?" David asked, figuring she was too busy to have lunch with him.

"I would love to!" Abby was excited to have a chance to talk to David again. She enjoyed his company, and had felt closer to him after she confided in him last week at the party.

Abby picked at her lunch, stealing glances at the handsome young man with whom she was seated at the table. She had imagined in her mind a hundred ways of broaching the subject of pregnancy with David, but right now she was having trouble mustering the courage. She doubted she could really go through with it even if he agreed.

David sensed something was on Abby's mind. He wondered if he could go two-for-two in pressing her on her feelings. "Is everything okay, Abby?"

Abby smiled. "You are quite a perceptive young man, aren't you?"

"I'm known for prying secrets out of people. It's a gift."

Abby needed no prying. She immediately felt comfortable in bringing it up. He could accept or reject; it didn't matter. She wasn't concerned if their new friendship would withstand such a forward request; she was confident it would.

"I have an outrageously imposing question to ask you," she began.

"Yes, I'll do it."

"But I haven't even asked you yet!" she said, uncertain if they were talking about the same thing.

"You want me to be your sperm donor," he declared with unabashed certainty. He had been thinking about Abby's dilemma ever since she confided in him. He had never known anyone to want something as bad as Abby wanted children, and he had the solution. He resolved right then and there he was going to help her. 

Abby's face turned several shades of red. She mustered the courage to go on. "Okay, then I've got a few more outrageously imposing questions."

"Shoot."

"Do you have high blood pressure or hypertension?"

"Nope."

"Any cancer in the family?"

"Not yet."

"Any communicable diseases?"

"None that can't be cured."

Abby looked at him sideways.

"Kidding!" he exclaimed with a laugh.

"Do you have any history of mental illness in your family?"

David thought for a moment. "I had a great-uncle who talked to his dog."

"Are your siblings as smart and good looking as you?" She smiled big, partly because of his silly joke and partly at the facetiousness of the question. 

"Only child. My friends like to point out that my mom's smoking hot. So, do I pass the test?"

Abby laughed. Her face then grew serious. "Phil and I are moving to another state in June. The biological father could never be revealed to anyone." She paused for a moment. "Not even Phil. This means no contact, ever. The fact that I even considered doing this is a secret I will take to my grave."

"I will be sad to see you go. I understand the implications."

Abby eyed him intently. "Are you sure you want to do this? You realize you're bound to keep this a secret, just as I am?"

"I like you, Abby. I never thought in a million years I would be talking to someone about this, but here we are. I want to help you. 

Abby hid her face in her hands. "Oh my God! Did this just really happen?"

David laughed. "This is the most interesting lunch I've ever had."

"I'm prepared to pay you a fee..."

"Absolutely not!" he interrupted, his mouth full of food.

"But, David, I'm asking you to - "

"You're the one taking the risk," he said, swallowing quickly. "This is your life we're messing with, not mine. I'll not accept a dime. Consider it a favor, and a small one at that. So, do you have a plan?"

Abby thought for a moment. She didn't have a plan. She didn't think she would get this far. "Well, without clinical help we need to do this the old fashioned way. I guess we need to have sex," she declared, matter-of-factly.

"Try to contain your enthusiasm," he chided. His dry humor made Abby laugh.

Pulling out a pocket calendar from her purse, she studied it for a moment. "My optimum fertility day is Wednesday after next."

"I will keep it open," he said.

"In order to increase our chances of success, you need to have a high sperm count. No sex and no masturbating for a week prior." It felt strange to say such an intimate thing to a man she hardly knew. Abby felt her face flush after realizing how cavalierly she said it.

"Okay, you're going to have to pay me for that," he joked.

"I can't believe we're doing this," she said, a sober look coming across her face. Abby reached across the table and took David's hands in hers. "Thank you," she said, looking him in the eyes.

"Don't thank me yet," he replied.

For the next week and a half Abby debated with herself whether to actually go through with it. It was sneaky, she knew. But she wasn't cheating on her husband. It was an alternative method of bringing much happiness to her family. The end result would justify the means.

To help keep her conscience clear, Abby planned on making the encounter with David as utilitarian as possible. They would remain mostly clothed and contact would be kept to a minimum. She would take no pleasure in it; this was just a procedure.

The day finally arrived and Abby nervously kept herself busy in the morning. Phil had a lecture that morning and was gone early. She called David. They agreed that he would come to her apartment in ten minutes. She closed the blinds on the windows and turned off the lights, making the atmosphere as dark as she could. Abby was wearing a bulky blouse and a long, loose fitting skirt, which she had chosen specifically for today. She went into the bathroom and pulled her panties off, folding them neatly on the counter. She looked at the pretty face in the mirror, attempting to assure the person staring back at her that it would be okay. She lightly rubbed out a smudge on her makeup. She was looking very attractive without being too sexy. She rummaged through a drawer and produced a tube of personal lubricant, which she put in her pocket.

David locked the door of his apartment and headed for the stairs. He avoided the elevator whenever he could, preferring the speed of the stairs and the bit of exercise he got whenever he used them. The Millisors were only one floor up. He rang the doorbell and waited. He was feeling a little nervous about what he was there to do.

Abby answered the door looking more beautiful than he'd ever seen her. Her long brown hair was in a single braid over her shoulder. David's apprehension melted away upon seeing her. Her pleasant smile made her seem calm and collected - not nervous at all.

"Did you hear the fire alarm the other night?" Abby asked him, making small talk to help alleviate the tension.

"I slept right through it," he said. "I'm glad it was a false alarm."

"Oh my!" Abby exclaimed. "Good thing indeed. I guess I will have to come wake you up on the way out if there's a real fire."

"Thank you for saving my life," he said, trying to sound emotionless. "See? I already owe you a favor."

Abby laughed. "Are you still okay with this?" she asked, walking into the living room.


Baby Formula



"Absolutely. Are you?"

She nodded, looking him in the eyes. "And you've...been saving up?"

David gave an embarrassed laugh. "Yes."

"Thank you for doing that. I know it's an inconvenience."

"An inconvenience? I'm 26 and haven't ejaculated in a week. I would call it more of an emergency," David said dryly, trying not to smile.

Abby laughed loudly, covering her mouth. "Well, let's take care of that!" They both had a nervous laugh. Abby grew serious. Her conscience forced her to lay out some ground rules to keep the encounter from feeling like cheating. She had never cheated on Phil. She considered what was about to happen a necessary evil to set things in motion, not something for her enjoyment. It was something to be forgotten as soon as possible. "Okay, here is how it needs to be," she began. "My clothes stay on, your shirt stays on, no kissing, no unnecessary touching. Can you make that work?"

"No problem," he answered.

"If you need to cuddle up with me a little to get aroused, I understand." Abby lay down on the chaise lounge on her side and looked at David. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" she asked him one final time.

"I have a good feeling about this for you, Abby."

"I'm talking about you, David. Are you going to be okay knowing you have a child out there you don't know?"

"This won't be mine. It will be yours and your husband's. By the time I have kids of my own this will only be a memory of helping a friend."

Abby smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you. You're a wonderful friend." She gave a nervous sigh. "Okay, are you ready? Maybe turn around and take your pants off while I apply our little friend here, she said, waving the lube in the air.

David paused for a moment, admiring her slender feminine figure under the skirt. This wasn't necessarily for his enjoyment either, but he needed to be turned on, nonetheless. He turned around and unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear to the floor. He sat down on the chaise lounge with his back to Abby while she reached under her skirt, applying a liberal amount of lubricant to her vagina.

"Okay," Abby announced, turning onto her back and replacing the skirt . Abby avoided looking at David while he got between her legs and gingerly lay down on her. She slid the skirt up as his weight settled onto her. He felt awkward in that position, somewhat robotic, as if foreplay was only for real people making love, not for a mere courier of DNA.

The awkward feeling was making it hard to achieve a full erection. His impulse was to kiss Abby, but he resisted the urge, knowing it would be strangely inappropriate.

Abby was determined to keep the encounter from seeming like lovemaking, but she was prepared to do what she had to in order to get David in the mood. "Just lie on me and relax," she said. She nuzzled her nose gently into his ear, breathing softly.

Her breath in his ear immediately had the desired effect, and she felt David begin to grow. "I'm ready for you," she said sweetly into his ear, furthering along his arousal.

David pressed his nose into her neck, smelling her body lotion, allowing himself to enjoy her feminine comfort. He lay on her, body to body for several seconds as his erection grew under her skirt. His balls had been aching the last two days, and the sudden arousal reminded him of the massive amount of semen he had saved up inside him, begging to escape. As his cock grew to full size he felt the head touch her labia. There was no point in delaying; David pushed into Abby's slickened pussy in one easy thrust.

A loud, startled gasp escaped from Abby as David's cock parted her labia further than she was expecting. David stopped in mid-thrust.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Abby nodded, her mouth unintentionally open in a display of discomfort as she waited for her body to adjust to the width of his penis. "I'm okay; go all the way," she said, hiding her sudden rush of emotion. She knew this would be a battle in her heart. She needed to check out emotionally, to just endure the procedure without gaining or losing any emotional baggage. It would be over soon enough, and would be forgotten not long after. But the sudden penetration of the largest cock she'd ever felt was unexpectedly overwhelming.

David glided in and out of her, fully appreciative of the liberal amount of lube that Abby had used. It had been a week since he'd had an orgasm and several weeks since he'd had sex, so he knew the encounter wasn't going to last long. Abby was the oldest woman he'd had sex with, and he was pleased to know that a woman almost forty could have as tight a pussy as a teenager.

As Abby adjusted to his sizeable penis, the pain subsided, even though he was pushing into her as deep as he could go. She lay still, allowing David to maintain all the motion and control the pace. For the moment, it was all about him.

David was used to touching and kissing his lovers. Something felt like it was missing, with them both being nearly fully clothed. There was no skin to caress, no lips to taste. He filled the void by touching Abby's face. The rule was no unnecessary touching, but he couldn't refrain from caressing her in a loving way. He looked into Abby's eyes as he stroked her. He caressed her soft cheek as he felt the beautiful release approaching.

Being touched and gazed at lovingly was not something Abby had prepared herself for. She tried to look away, but couldn't, his eyes were so beautiful, his expression so earnest. He was about to cum for her. David slowly nodded at her. "Legs up," he said.

Abby gladly indulged his command by spreading her legs wide, allowing David to drive straight down into her. He felt the impending ejaculation and pushed deep into Abby one final time, holding it in while he pumped spurt after spurt of his virile cum far into her vagina, his hand still gently caressing her beautiful face. The release was far more gratifying than any in recent memory, with the volume of semen so massive it was still pumping out in his final waning contractions.

Abby stifled her breathing, which had begun to get heavy at feeling David cum inside her. She waited while the flexing of his cock finally slowed to a stop, partly pleased that the insemination was complete, partly disappointed that it had to end so quickly. She put that last thought out of her head; this was not something to be enjoyed.

David pulled out slowly, trying to leave as much of his gift inside her as possible. He stood up and quickly put on his pants. Abby lay unmoving with her eyes closed. "I need to stay in this position for a while. Can you let yourself out?"

"Okay, Abby."

Abby reached her hand out towards his voice. David took it and squeezed her gently. Abby did her best to control her quivering voice. "Thank you, David."

"Good luck," he said to her and left.

Abby lay still for several minutes, thinking about what had just happened. She began to weep. She had assumed she could get through this with her emotions on the level, but it was proving more difficult than she had counted on. She comforted herself by contemplating the future of her family and the joy that surely awaited her, thanks to the generosity of a friend. She drifted off to sleep, tempering the raw edge of her bittersweet emotions with happy thoughts of the future.

David relived the encounter with Abby in his mind over the next several days, it's coldness in calculation contrasted with the beautiful, secret moment that they shared was proving difficult to just put out of his mind. He knew he must forget that it happened, and the sooner the better, but while it was still fresh in his mind, he indulged in the memory. He hoped it took. He wanted happiness for Abby. He had gone from casual observer to cheerleader to major player in solving her problem in just a few short weeks. He was now emotionally invested in the outcome. He knew they would part company forever, but he wouldn't be satisfied until he knew she was pregnant.

He saw her in the lobby a few days later. They didn't speak, but he shrugged his shoulders upon making eye contact, silently asking for any news. Abby pointed at her watch and smiled. It was too soon. He rolled his eyes and stomped away like a spoiled toddler, knowing it would amuse Abby. She smiled after him. She thought it was a shame they would not be allowed to be long-term friends; she liked him a lot.

Another week went by without crossing paths. David focused on his research. It was really the only companion he had these days. He was committed to its fruition, with a lucrative career awaiting him upon his achieving his PhD, with the same company that was sponsoring his education. The company he worked for developed baby formula, interestingly enough, although David had never before considered that his own offspring could be nourished by the very same product he helped develop. It gave him a fresh perspective on his research.

He had nearly put the long wait for the pregnancy result out of his mind when he saw Abby getting into the elevator one day. He had just walked in from outside when Abby spotted him across the empty lobby. David stopped just inside the door and looked expectantly at her as he took his gloves off. Abby held the elevator door momentarily. She fought back tears as she slowly shook her head. David's head involuntarily dropped as the bad news sunk in. Abby let the door go and made the trip to the seventh floor alone.

"It rarely happens in one try," he thought to himself. He knew her situation was not hopeless. The disappointment stung nonetheless. He was in an awkward position. He felt the need to go console his friend, while at the same time knowing that they mustn't be too friendly. It was a precarious relationship.

A ring from his doorbell that afternoon afforded him a respite from his work as he greeted his friend warmly. "Abby! Welcome, come in!"

"Nice place you have here," she commented, noting the spartan cleanliness of the solitary man's home.

"You didn't give me a chance to say I'm sorry," he lamented.

"Don't be. It's just a bump in the road. Sometimes you have to be persistent," she said optimistically. "Can we have another go?"

David smiled warmly. "Of course!" He strained to hold back his enthusiasm. He was pleased to know they were going try again - pleased for a number of reasons.

"Okay, same routine as last time. Optimum day is two weeks from Thursday. You know the drill," she said with an embarrassed grin.

"Right," he said.

"I need to go make dinner," she said, turning for the door. David almost grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving so soon, but restrained himself. When Abby got to the door, she stopped and turned around, returning to him quickly, and giving him a tight hug. She looked down as they separated, avoiding eye contact, then headed briskly out the door.

It was an excruciating two and a half week wait for both of them, nearly as difficult as waiting for results. Abby knew she had better things to think about, but the thought of being with David again was a distraction. She and her husband had sex as frequently as she could get him to, partly to soothe her guilty conscience, allowing herself to only enjoy sex when it was with her husband, and partly to increase the chances that maybe, just maybe it would be her husband that got her pregnant. She knew the chances were slim, but it cast some comforting doubt.

David decided he was going to do Abby an even better service than just holding off ejaculation for one week. He stopped masturbating the day she asked him to try again. He didn't have a girlfriend, so there was no temptation there. He doubted he had ever gone more than two weeks without ejaculating since he'd discovered how to do it, but he was determined to hold it off for Abby. He didn't know if it would even help, but it couldn't hurt. He focused on his work with steadfast attention.

The day finally arrived. David had managed with herculean effort avoid thinking about sex or anything that would tempt him for the entire waiting period. He was feeling about as pure as the driven snow, but his balls felt like they were two feet in diameter. He greeted Abby as he stepped out of the elevator into the lobby that morning.

"Hi, Mrs. Millisor," he said, being discreet with all the other residents around.

Abby grabbed his arm. "Ten o'clock, my place?" she said quietly.

"Oh, is that today?" he said, faking embarrassment.

The look of concern that had begun to creep over Abby's face soon washed away when David smiled at her. She lightly slapped his arm. "Don't stress me out! What's the matter with you?"

"I'm sorry," David giggled. "I've been counting down the hours; I'm about to explode!"

Abby stood on her tip-toes to whisper in his hear. "Just make sure you're inside me when you do!" She got on the elevator feeling a guilty quiver between her legs, brought on by her off-color remark. She couldn't fathom what suddenly possessed her to say such a thing.

David knocked on her door at ten. Abby greeted him looking nearly exactly like she did the last time he visited. David smiled, but said nothing. She slipped her arm inside his, and led him to the chaise lounge. Abby sat down and sunk into the lounge, very relaxed. David watched her for a few seconds. Her hair was again in the simple single braid. Her clothes were baggy, her skirt long and loose. She looked like she hadn't tried to be pretty. But she was. She tentatively turned her head away, and then rolled onto her side. David took his pants off and sat down on the lounge next to her. He put a hand on her hip, the innocent touch sending a chill through Abby's body.

Abby grabbed his wrist and turned onto her back, pulling David onto her. David moved into position, allowing Abby to pull her skirt up underneath him. She hadn't touched the lube in her pocket. David needed no snuggling or sweet nothings whispered in his ear to get aroused. He thought he'd be lucky to even get it inside her before he came. He dutifully refrained from kissing her as he penetrated her vagina. He slipped easily in, just as before. He was unaware that Abby's slipperiness was naturally coming from within.

Abby was ready for the shock this time. She bit her lip as he thrust slowly, her tight pussy gradually adjusting to him. David knew his only purpose was to ejaculate, but he held off orgasm as long as he could. He had a modicum of pride that prevented him from just immediately spewing like a schoolboy.

Abby tried as long as she could to keep herself emotionally distant, but she realized that just waiting for David to cum without offering herself to the transaction was impossible. She had begun to get wet the moment she had made the explosion comment to David earlier. It was the last thing she had said to him. They quietly enjoyed the illicit sex together, neither of them speaking, hardly breathing. Abby caught herself rocking her hips in rhythm to David's thrusting. Ashamed, she stopped. But then she started again. She couldn't help it. She gazed into David's eyes as he gently caressed her cheek, like he did before - like a lover.

Abby was both mortified and enraptured as she felt faint stirrings deep inside her. Her wetness was evolving into exquisite physical pleasure, whose emotional consequences she was not prepared to deal with. She hoped he would cum soon and it would all be over.

But he didn't cum soon enough. Before Abby knew it, the faint feeling grew. It was his eyes. There was love there. He couldn't truly make love to her, but he was doing it with his eyes, nonetheless. Her head told her to fight it, to squash the misguided, inappropriate, wonderful feeling that was rapidly expanding inside her. To enjoy this would be cheating the plan - and her husband. But her heart was closer to the feeling, and her heart won. She had no choice but to just go with it. The best she could do to mask her orgasm from David - and her own conscience - was to maintain silence. She forced an expressionless face as she focused on his beautiful eyes. Waves of pleasure undulated through her torso as David smoothly stroked her, never averting his gaze. She hoped he didn't feel her cum.

David nodded his impending climax, and she put her legs up high, allowing him to use gravity to hold the head of his penis inside her as deep as it would go. The build had been steady and smooth; there had been no pressure to perform, just to enjoy. He held down into her, thrusting slightly for stimulation as he unloaded two weeks' worth of cum into her eager vagina. It was the longest orgasm he'd ever experienced, and he felt like he still had more to give, even after the throbbing subsided.

David befittingly avoided lingering on top of her after he came. He pulled out slowly and stood up, putting his pants on. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so satisfied and peaceful. The whole encounter had been silent, and he opted not to spoil it. He sat down on the lounge and briefly touched Abby's knee, which was up high under her skirt. Abby patted his hand in a silent gratuity. Her insides were still quivering with the subsiding convulsions, but she played it cool. David left as quietly as he arrived.

Abby put her hand over her mouth after he was gone. "Oh my God," she said into it. She couldn't believe what just happened. The post-orgasmic peace her body was feeling contrasted with the storm in her conscience. She was walking a thin line. If she didn't get pregnant, all this potential emotional strain would be for nothing. 

David returned to his apartment and sunk into the recliner. The calm and relaxed serenity he was feeling gave way to a twinge of guilt at having enjoyed the brief sex he'd just had with a happily married woman. He reminded himself that he was not an emotional player in this endeavor; he was merely the delivery boy. But he couldn't help but feel a natural attachment to Abby. He needed to get over that soon. If the pregnancy took, their relationship was officially over.

Focusing on his work for the past couple weeks had been an excellent diversion from sex and he had made staggering progress in his research. David really needed to get away from the routine for a while. He decided to give himself a break tonight.

There was a club he used to frequent when he first came here to begin his post-graduate studies. He had soured on the night life, finding it was slowing him down at a time when all he wanted to do was be done with his education. But tonight he was in the mood to hang out with the younger crowd. 

He ordered a beer and spotted a guy who worked in the lab where he spent most of his academic hours. He walked over and sat next to Kelly.

"Dave-Man!" Kelly said, shaking his hand. "You look different without a lab coat! Are you out slumming tonight?"

"Needed a break."

"I didn't think you took those," Kelly said with a smirk. He introduced David to his girlfriend, Tonya. "David here is our resident professional-student. He doesn't sleep or eat, he just studies."

"He must do other things", said a voice behind David. He turned around to see a pretty blonde, who was returning from the ladies' room.

"David, this is Tonya's friend, Nicole."

"So this is the hot guy that works in your lab?" Nicole asked Kelly.

"Well, I wouldn't describe him like that," Kelly said, winking at David.

"Well, I would!" said Nicole.

"Did he really say that?" David asked Nicole. "I knew he had a man-crush on me, but this going a little far." He smiled and winked at Kelly's girlfriend.

"I may have said you're kind of good looking." Kelly admitted. To say he wasn't would have been an obvious lie.

"Nicole is a classmate of mine" chimed in Tonya. They both attended the nursing school across town. 

Nicole sat on the bench seat across the table from David to get a good look at him. "So what are you studying?" she asked, trying to make small talk.




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"I'm a PhD candidate in the field of nutrition," he said, trying not to sound too highbrow. "Where are you at with your school?"

"I have another year," she said. David couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful hair. It was short and straight, like a European model. He realized sitting there talking to Nicole that he missed having the company of a girlfriend. He had been so wrapped up in academics he had hardly given himself an opportunity to date. He was sitting across the table from his ideal woman - friendly, beautiful and she seemed interested. The timing couldn't have been more perfect - it afforded him the opportunity to get his mind off Abby, with whom there was obviously no future. This was a golden opportunity to meet a girl.

But, he didn't want to be with her. He didn't know why, but he just wasn't interested. He chatted with her for awhile, graciously responding to Nicole's flirtatious advances, but he wasn't feeling it. He finished his beer and politely excused himself to go home, feeling tired.

Nicole shrugged at Kelly and Tonya after David left.

"Eh, scientific genius types," consoled Kelly. "They're hard to read."

David felt like kicking himself as he walked home from the bar. Even he didn't quite understand what he had just done. But as the cold air cleared his head he began to realize why he was going home alone instead of with that beautiful blonde: He had a duty to complete his mission. He'd become obsessed with Abby's pregnancy. He was willing to make the most intimate personal sacrifices to make her dream a reality. Why did he care so much? It's not like he was ever going to meet the young offspring he hoped to produce. He'd never cared so much about someone else's problem. He went to bed feeling lonely but hopeful.

The following day found Abby doing her usual housekeeping routine. She thought about what she and David had done last night. She hoped it had worked this time. The emotional strain of doing what they were doing was going to begin taking its toll, she knew. She doubted she could do it again next month.

That evening an idea began to brew in her head. She didn't know if she should, but it made sense. She thought perhaps they could do it again this cycle, thereby increasing her chances of conception. They had now established a routine get the deed done - a regimented procedure that seemed to elude emotional involvement. Why not do it again? It would be easy today; Phil was out of town at a speaking engagement, so she wouldn't have to be sneaky.

Abby felt another guilty quiver between her legs. Suddenly she doubted her purity in considering doing it again with David. Although she had been doing her best to ignore it, there was a sexual attraction, and that was enough to squash the idea. It needed to be for the right reason or not at all. She at least owed that to her husband.

But what if her calculations were a little off? What if today was the optimum fertility day and not yesterday? Either way, her chances were better the more times they did it. Abby sat down on the chaise lounge and closed her eyes, pondering what to do. She drifted off to sleep, too tired to think anymore.

She awoke at nine o'clock that evening, still lying back in the lounge. She looked outside; it was dark. She got up and went into the bathroom to get a drink of water. She pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail. Staring at her pretty reflection in the mirror, a resolution formed in her mind. "Do it," she said to herself. "You've come this far; just get it done."

Before she could change her mind, she slipped her shoes on and headed out the door for the elevator. She pressed '6' on the keypad and waited for the doors to open. Taking a deep breath, Abby exited the elevator and turned left toward David's apartment. She rang his doorbell without hesitation. She didn't even know if he was home. She felt like an intruder.

David answered the door, surprised to see his friend standing there. "Abby! To what do I owe this nice surprise?" he exclaimed, opening the door wide in an invitation to come in.

"Hi," she said sheepishly. "Are you busy?"

"No, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing," she said, trying awkwardly to make small talk. "I was thinking, if you were up to it, maybe it would be a good idea to try again for good measure." She felt like such a heel asking him to do it again. She knew he was a man, and men have simple needs when it comes to sex, but the manner in which he had to do it was so cold and unfeeling. She truly felt like she was burdening him asking for a third time.

"Am I busy," he mocked with a laugh. Abby gave an embarrassed grin. David looked at his beautiful neighbor for a moment. "You're right; it would help your chances," he said. "It's not a problem, Abby, we can do it again."

Abby breathed a sigh of relief. "I can't express how thankful I am that you are trying this crazy idea with me. You're a wonderful friend."

"What are friends f - " he began. Abby suddenly and without warning pecked him sweetly on the lips. She paused and looked at David's startled eyes. It was a burst of emotion, more friendly than sexual, but touching lips felt like electricity between them. It occurred to Abby that maybe she should have thought for a moment before she did that.

David took a moment to recover. He hoped he didn't look like a startled kid who just got unexpectedly kissed by his teacher, but that was how he felt.

"I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me," she said, embarrassed.

"It's okay," he consoled. He looked around the room, planning the logistics of the encounter. He had no convenient chaise lounge to lie down on, or even a sofa. "The only comfortable place I have is my bed," he said, gritting his teeth. "Are you okay with that? If not, we can go back up to your place."

The thought of another robotic encounter on that lounge didn't appeal to her. Just a few minutes in his bed would be alright. "No, we can stay here," she said.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Some water would be nice," she said. Her throat felt a little dry. Abby wasn't as calm and cool as she had been in her own apartment. She was feeling a little nervous, and she wasn't sure why.

David gave her a bottle of water from the fridge before lightly taking her hand and leading her down the hall to his bedroom. "Okay, new venue, new rules. How do we do this, boss?" David asked her jokingly, but with sincere deference to the situation.

"Oh," Abby said, suddenly surprised at what she was wearing. She had not thought to change into her fluffy skirt before coming down. They walked into David's room, which was smallish with a queen size bed and a TV at the foot. David dimmed the lights very low.

"I guess we'll need to do this a little differently," she said, sitting down on edge of the bed. "Why don't we both get under the covers and then partially undress?"

"Okay," he replied with a smile. "But, you're on my side."

Abby laughed out loud. "Oh, sorry! This is my side, too."

"Well, it's a good thing we're not married then," David mused.

The comment surged through Abby like a lightning bolt. This felt like an affair. She was in an attractive young man's bedroom, about to have sex with him while her husband was out of town. She decided to abort. They were treading dangerously close to the line and she was no longer able to deny to herself that she felt attracted to David. She was already starting to feel warm between her legs.

Abby stood up to go when David took her hand. "Abby, I know this will work. I want this for you in the worst way, and I know it's going to happen for you."

"I'm glad you're confident," she mused. Suddenly, she felt a little less guilty about what they were about to do. She felt comforted by his words. In a strange way, she didn't want to let him down. Casually, she walked around to the other side of the bed, as though that was the reason she got up. She played it as cool as she could. "It's your turf, so you get your side," she said smiling. As her conscience gasped its final breath under the substantial weight of maternal desire, Abby slipped her shoes off and climbed under the covers.

David did the same. He felt strange being in his bed fully clothed. He normally slept naked. They lay there for several seconds, neither wanting to be the first to undress.

"David, can I ask you a personal question?"

"You can ask me anything," he replied. He felt relieved to be having a personal chat with her instead of just getting straight down to business.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

David shrugged, looking at the ceiling. "I guess I just don't have time. I feel like I'm married to my research."

"You need to be kinder to yourself, David. You're such a great guy! You will make some lucky girl very happy some day. Make sure she deserves someone like you."

"The good ones are already married," he said, winking at her.

Abby felt a little embarrassed at David's thinly veiled compliment. She smiled at him as she reached down and unbuckled her belt. David followed suit and they both casually unbuttoned and wiggled out of their jeans and underwear.

As Abby dropped her clothes on the floor, she noticed a large backpack in the corner of his room. "Do you hike?"

"Hike and climb. I'm planning a trip to Kilimanjaro next year. It's been a life-long dream."

"So, I can expect this kid to have an adventurous spirit, I guess," she said happily.

"Whatever you do, don't let him out of your sight around ladders. I nearly got myself and my mom killed when I was seven."

Abby laughed. "Please tell me you didn't give your mom gray hair before she was forty!"

"Don't worry; I'm sure your kid will refrain from climbing onto roofs or lighting firecrackers at the mall."

"Oh my God!" she laughed. "These are things you needed to tell me at the beginning. Deal's off!"

"Nobody said raising a kid would be easy, Abby!" he said, laughing. "I will make it up to you. I have access to a warehouse full of baby formula. I'll send you all the kid can drink."

Abby pretended to think for a moment. "Hmm, problem child," Abby said, holding up her left hand with the palm up, as though weighing the option. She continued, holding up her right, "and you'll throw in free baby formula for life. That's a pretty good offer. There's one problem, though, David."

"What's that?"

"I'll be breast feeding."

David held a hand over his heart, as though he'd just been pierced by an arrow.

Lying down together and making each other laugh, they had managed to ease some tension. Abby's face grew serious as she lay her head on the pillow and looked at David. His bed was comfortable and warm; she felt safe with him. She felt the need to be kinder to him than she had in their last two attempts. It was an odd problem to have, trying to treat him like a friend while having sex with him. Maybe a little less regimented would be okay just once.

She put a hand up, with her fingers spread wide. David responded with his in the same manner. They touched palms and slowly interlocked their fingers together. She was undeniably feeling emotionally closer to him now. She strangely felt consoled by him through this life-changing process, like he was a friend going through an ordeal with her, even though his role in this had nothing to do with supportive friendship. She had a feeling David was experiencing the same conflicting feelings. Abby consoled herself by affirming that if the pregnancy didn't take, she would at least remain friends with him.

She leaned toward him, letting go of his hand and putting her arm around him, pulling him to her in a tight embrace. David hugged her back, enjoying the loving warmth. They lay together for several minutes, unmoving. It was their first measure of intimate contact, aside from the cold sex they had previously had. David hadn't experienced this kind of feminine comfort in a while. He felt like he could lay there with her all night, she felt so good pressed against him.

On an impulse, Abby climbed on top of him. David, surprised by her sudden advance, instinctively put his hands on her naked hips. Abby made no attempt to remove his hands, but gazed into his eyes, searching them for a response, searching for some indication that she was doing the right thing - or the wrong thing.

David looked back at her, both surprise and acceptance on his face. He sensed this was crossing a line, but he hadn't the will to curb her advances. Touching soft, intimate skin for the first time, he desperately wanted to give himself to her - not just his biological seed, but the caring, compassionate, sensual gift that had grown inside him. He wanted to love her. But it wasn't his place to love her. His expression was concern, but his subtle nods sent her a different message. It was the positive response she was searching for.

Abby knew what she wanted to do. She knew it was wrong, but she needed to do this, to satisfy her own longing, and to indulge in showing David the sincere affection she had for him. She slowly bent her head down to him. They touched noses, momentarily feeling each other's warm breath, tasting the heavy essence between them. And then she did it. She kissed him. The sweetness of wet lips and caressing tongues was as fulfilling as tasting the ripest forbidden fruit. She immediately knew she would regret it, but right now, raw emotion was in control and David tasted as sweet as any lover she'd ever kissed.

For David, kissing Abby was satisfying his deepest longing, filling the void created by the loveless, intentionally pleasureless sex they had required of themselves. He tasted her soft lips as though they were the sweetest candy he'd ever had.

They both began to breathe harder at this new sensual indulgence, both trying desperately to push to the back of their minds that this was going beyond their prime directive. Even though Abby and Phil were unable to conceive, they were still married - even happily married. Why was she permitting this to continue? Why was David following his primal urges instead of his principles? Even at 26 and single, he fully understood the sanctity of marriage. But passion was winning; they could deny their incredible mutual attraction no longer.

Abby kissed David's neck, breathing in his ear, tasting his tender skin with her tongue. She avoided sexual contact for the moment, keeping herself situated above his belly, just loving on him. He had been so good to her. She felt as though every kiss was like saying "Thank you."

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you," she said with her lips and tongue, over and over - on his lips, on his cheek, on his neck, on his nose. Treating him with such loving kindness was positively cathartic.

She put her hands on his firm chest and rocked back while continuing to kiss him. Feeling the shaft of his penis touch her clitoris sent electric waves through Abby's body, forcing her to finally concede this wasn't just baby-making; this was love-making. David instinctively rocked his hips, sliding the shaft of his hard cock between her slippery labia, caressing her clit. . Abby stopped kissing and pressed her forehead against his, savoring the surreptitious pleasure of his external stimulation. She'd never experienced foreplay like this; she felt guided by pure lust. For the first time ever, Abby felt like she wasn't in control of her urges. She held still while David caressed her labia and clitoris with his dick, sliding its length through her sweet, wet valley.

The clitoral teasing would not last long. Abby was quickly getting herself worked up and she needed him inside her. On the next thrust, she subtly shifted into position so the head of his penis found her opening, spreading apart her small pussy lips, guiding his large manhood into her oozing canal. David gasped at the wonderful feeling of his unexpected slippery entry, and pushed into Abby as far as he could, eliciting the first pleasurable moan he'd ever heard from her. Abby continued to hold her forehead against his, allowing the high-pitched moans to flow as her pussy accepted his full length. Vocalizing her pleasure to David felt as good as the stimulation itself, no longer suppressed by the need to artificially abhor this necessary deed.

"David," she said with blissful comfort in her voice. Saying his name was rapturous pleasure, dripping off her tongue like sweet cream. "Oh, David," she gasped again. She'd never been penetrated with such exquisite satisfaction. "Oh, God!" she whimpered, her lips pressed against his as she said it. She wasn't expecting an orgasm so soon, but her emotions were running high, and she was fucking the sexiest man she'd ever known. She admitted the truth to herself: She had enjoyed every encounter with David, despite her best efforts not to.

Abby kept her face to his, stifling her moans, almost embarrassed that she was cumming so quickly, preventing the loud outburst that her body was begging her to let loose. She came silently on David's cock, her unseen tummy quivering with ecstasy. Never in her life had she cum that fast. Abby wasn't normally a multi-orgasmic girl, but she was positive there would be more to follow tonight.

She sat up straight and rode him like a cowgirl, rocking her hips rapidly on him. David slowly moved his hands from her hips up to her narrow waist. He still was tentative about freely touching her, the ground rules seemingly hardwired into his brain. He slipped his hands under her sweater and caressed her tummy with his thumbs. Feeling an uncontrollable urge to touch her body, he gradually worked his hands up higher and higher beneath the sweater. At last he glided his hands over her breasts, desperate to feel the flesh underneath her bra.

David's exploring hands brought on a rush of loving waves rippling throughout Abby's body. She could feel the attraction he had for her through his hands. She wanted to give her body to him, freeing him to act on his urges, to do what he pleased with her. She knew it was wrong. She knew she would have to live with what she was doing. But she'd never felt an attraction this intense before, neither had she ever felt so wanted. He had faithfully obeyed her rules, from self-discipline to respecting sharp boundaries, taking no favors for himself. He was a wonderful friend and lover and she owed this to him. Her motivation, however, wasn't entirely altruistic. She wanted him. She wanted to give herself to him. Just this once. He was going to give her a baby by making love to her. It was going to happen this moment; she felt it. Abby grabbed the sweater with both hands and pulled it over her head, tossing it on the floor with her jeans.

David watched her pull off the scrunchie that was holding her ponytail and shake her pretty hair out. He rarely saw her with her hair down, and wondered why she wore it so conservatively. She was simply sexy with her long brown hair resting in her naked shoulders.

Abby stopped and reached back with both hands to unfasten her bra. She watched David's eyes as she let the loose the strap of her B-cup bra, her breasts escaping into his hands. Abby felt a surge of emotion as David caressed her nipples, firming them up as he gently pinched them. She loved his hands on her! Denying him the opportunity to feel her had been the hardest rule to endure, and now she was completely naked for him, inviting his loving touch.

David gazed at her beautiful body on top him, taking in her sweet, subtle, feminine curves, normally completely hidden by her conservative wardrobe. Abby slipped a hand under his shirt and felt his abdomen, slipping the shirt up ever so gently, unsure of whether she should completely undress him too.

"You're naked," David said to her with a grin.

Abby nodded sheepishly. She was a little embarrassed at how quickly things had progressed, but she was feeling unbelievably sexy right now with David under her, enjoying her body, his hard cock filling her swollen pussy.




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"We're not supposed to be naked," he said.

Abby shook her head in agreement, frowning.

"Would you like me to be naked too?" he asked.

Abby hesitated. Then she guiltily nodded to him. He moved to pull his shirt up and she helped him slide it up and over his head, surprised at how fit his body was, with a flat tummy and slightly defined pectorals. It didn't seem to fit his personality. Abby felt an urge to compliment his sexy body, to make sure he knew he was attractive, in case he hadn't realized it yet. She knew it was silly, but she genuinely felt he was too modest to look like that. But she kept her mouth shut as she traced two fingers from his neck, down the middle of his chest, across his belly button, to his pubic hair and up the shaft of his cock to her clitoris, where she twirled her fingers slowly, beginning her slow hip-thrusting again. Fresh juices spilled out from her vagina and down his shaft at the renewed motion.

David watched her move her slender 5-foot-5 body on him, her head tilted, her pretty hair falling down to one side. She looked like an angel. He thought he should tell her how beautiful she was, as though it were his duty to point it out. It felt oddly inappropriate, though. With great restraint, he said nothing, but told her with his eyes.

Abby put her hands over David's, pressing his hands hard onto her breasts. For a fleeting moment, she felt like he was her man. She already knew he was a wonderful friend. Now it was clear he was a wonderful lover. Tonight he was her lover. Her emotions were butting heads with her rational mind. Her conscience, as well as her heart was going to have to come to terms with this later on. She mustn't fall in love with him. 

As she thrust her hips rhythmically, she guided his hands back down her body to her hips and then behind her where they came to rest on her ass. He helped her by thrusting her hips with his hands.

David finally made a move to direct the lovemaking by slipping his hands under Abby's thighs and lifting, encouraging her to get onto her feet. She got up and squatted over him, bouncing up and down on his long cock, her vagina now completely engorged, its tightness stimulating every inch of his length. David looked her beautiful body over as she fucked him. He hadn't actually seen all of her body until now. Her tummy was flat, despite her squatting position. Her pussy lips her small, like the rest of her features, made to look even tinier compared to his large manhood gliding between them. The hair was trimmed short and shaved at the corners, making her vagina very attractive, without going too far with the razor. She was sexy and graceful. David was surprised she didn't show herself off more. He would have never guessed this beautiful body was hidden under her baggy clothes.

He sat up to kiss her. She lovingly obliged his lips before he kissed down her neck to her chest, on his way to her small, round breasts. Abby bit her lip as David tasted her nipple for the first time, teasing it with his tongue, caressing it with his lips. Abby knew right then she was going to cum again for David. And this time he would know it. She caressed the back of his head as he moved from one breast to the other, hardening both nipples equally.

Her legs grew tired and she longed to feel David on top of her. It was the best position to be in for conception, and she knew her orgasm would be intense under David's weight. She was ready. She put her weight back while holding tight to David's head, forcing him to scramble to his knees to maintain penetration. As her back hit the bed, her legs went high and spread wide, ready for David to spew his seed into her juicy wet folds.

The moment had never been more perfect. Abby's pussy was absolutely ripe; ready to accept David's fertile cum into her deepest recesses. This was going to work; it had to. Abby watched his sexy body thrust into her, longing to filled with his precious semen.

David touched her face, just like he had their two previous encounters. Abby now knew what it meant, her own climax commencing at the excitement of knowing he was about to cum for her. She moaned louder, in cadence with her vaginal wall contracting on him.

"David," she panted as her convulsions peaked. "Make a baby inside me. Cum in me, David," she whimpered. Give all your love to me. Give me a baby, David."

His ejaculation loomed, Abby's sweet words echoing in his head, her pussy swollen tight around his tool, completely drenching him with her feminine juices. He smoothly stroked the full length, from entrance to depth, several times as his orgasm peaked. He pushed in deep and held it as the first wad of his warm eruption shot against her cervix, followed by the second, even more forcefully, followed by several more, each glob full of his life-giving sperm, coating Abby's insides.

David felt like he had given her everything he had. He collapsed on her small frame, knowing he had completely emptied himself into her. He knew this was the one. Satisfaction gripped his body and soul so completely that he could have gone to sleep inside her. He moved to withdraw, but paused with his lips near her ear. 

"You have a part of me forever," he whispered softly.

Abby grabbed his behind, holding him in a moment longer, knowing this would be their last time. "Thank you," she said weakly, fighting off imminent tears. "You are a gift." She kissed him deeply one more time, allowing the tears to flow. David kissed her salty, wet cheeks in consolation. He knew she had a long emotional road ahead of her. She let go and David slowly withdrew.

He lay down next to her, sharing her pillow, and drifted off to sleep, contented that Abby's eventual happiness was properly initiated. Abby stayed on her back, keeping David's bequest inside her for as long as possible. The tears streamed down her temples and soaked into the pillow beneath her head. She knew it had worked. She knew David had given her the greatest gift she could receive. But, she also knew she and David had crossed a line. Her mind was an emotional gauntlet.

Abby eventually cried herself to sleep in the comfort of David's bed, his naked body lying next to hers. She awoke a few hours later to find him still in deep sleep, his arm around her bare waist. Carefully, she moved his arm away and stood up to get dressed. She found her scrunchie on the bed and tied her hair back once again, before giving David one more long, guilty, loving gaze. Then she left.

She was relieved not to run into anybody in the hall in the middle of the night. She quietly unlocked her apartment door and went in, closing it behind her. She leaned back on the door, her legs feeling weak. Finally alone in the familiar surroundings of home, Abby let her emotions go, sobbing as she slid down the door, landing on the floor in an upright fetal position.

She had felt almost every emotion in the book tonight; it was time for remorse to have a go at her. Abby had kept her conscience in a choke-hold in the pursuit of motherhood, and now, as the grip eased, a bottomless pit opened up in her stomach. She had cheated on Phil. Try as she did, she couldn't prevent herself from being drawn into love with her young benefactor. She tried to think of him as a sperm donor, but he was much more than that. To deny what she felt for David would mean denying her true feelings. But, that is exactly what she set about doing.

Her only hope was for time to put an emotional distance between her and David. She resolved to herself as the tears streamed down her face, that her one true love would forever be her husband. She owed him her heart and soul. As heartless as it felt, the memory of David and what they shared would be relegated to obscurity, never to be mentioned aloud, never to be thought of as more than a secondary recollection.

David wasn't surprised to wake up alone the next morning. Whether the pregnancy took or not didn't matter to their relationship after the night they spent together. He was fully aware from the beginning it would come to a forced separation, but he hadn't prepared for the loneliness he felt. He cared for her deeply. But what mattered most was that Abby got what she wanted. He would never stand in the way of her happiness, and that meant he could see her no more.

Even his full understanding of the situation didn't shield David from feeling the bitter cold reality of zero communication. A mere cursory nod was the warmest response he could get from Abby as they would casually pass in the lobby, as though they meant nothing more to each other than strangers on the street. This was how it needed to be. She would be moving away soon and that would be that. She had already forgotten him, but the beautiful night of lovemaking they shared would be forever etched onto David's memory.

A gentle reprieve from the zero communication policy came some weeks later in the form of a note that he found in his mailbox. David leaned against the row of mailboxes in the lobby as he unfolded the single piece of paper. The note read simply, "Result was positive. Thank you. A. M." David stared at the note for a long moment and couldn't help but smile. It was all worth it - the waiting, the secrecy, the heartache he was feeling right now - it all meant Abby would finally be truly happy. He wiped a tear from his eye and took the stairs to his sixth floor apartment.

David showered up and prepared to go out. It was time to move on and he was ready for a change in the routine. He decided to go back to his old favorite club again - the one frequented by the nursing students. He sort of hoped to run into Nicole there, although he wouldn't blame her for not talking to him after the way he ditched her the last time. It was a warm evening for early May and he walked to the club without a jacket.

David sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. An early season baseball game was on the TV behind the bartender and David watched, uninterested. Aside from a couple of short, casual conversations at the bar, David felt like he was wasting his time. He ordered his second beer and scanned the crowd again, looking for a familiar face.

A warm hand on his shoulder got his attention and he turned to see Nicole sitting down on the empty barstool to his right. "Anyone sitting here?" she asked.

"You are!" he said, trying not to sound too startled.

"I wondered when I would see your face around here again!" she said.

"Why, so you could slap it?" David asked, a little sheepishly.

"Why would I ever want to hit a pretty face like yours?" she asked, pinching his cheek.

"I kind of bailed rudely last time."

"You did," Nicole agreed.

"I hope you didn't take it personally; I promise I won't do it again - that is, if you want to hang out."

"Hmm, I don't know...Okay, you're forgiven!" she said, jokingly.

"Are you here alone?" David asked.

"I'm here with some friends. Do you want to come back to our table?" Nicole took David's hand and led him toward the back of the club, where some pretty nursing students were sitting at a table with a couple other guys. David finally let his younger, more carefree personality out of the cage for once. He had been in academia so long, he'd forgotten that social life was kind of fun. A few beers and a pizza later, he and Nicole made it back to her place alone, where the night ended well for both of them, and began a new chapter in David's life.

Not only was Nicole very pretty, but she had a knack for forcing David to have fun. The few steady girlfriends he'd had tended to be academics like him - a little dull. But here was a sweet, young blonde who loved to party, loved hanging out with friends, and loved having sex, much to David's delight. She just seemed to have fun no matter where she was. David went to his first concert in years and got reacquainted with the feeling of a hangover.

The next month or so became a blur as David focused more on having fun with Nicole than his research. He wasn't too worried about it; he had anticipated completing it by the end of summer - at least before Nicole came along. Recharging his batteries felt good, like there was a purpose to all he had been doing.

He thought less and less about Abby. Moving day for the Millisors came with little fanfare. David would never have even known it had he not noticed the moving van outside the loading dock one day, with movers busy between the first and seventh floors. He watched around for Abby, but saw no sign of her. And just like that, she was gone - gone from his life forever. He put the thought of it out of his mind, which proved fairly easy with Nicole around.

But Nicole wouldn't be around for long either, at least not during the summer. Undergrads, David had to remind himself, had lives at home, away from academia. Soon he found himself re-adapting to his pre-baby making, pre-fun having routine of completing his thesis - and a month behind schedule. His only companion during the summer months was his old familiar labcoat and the memories of that remarkable spring.

It was back to the grindstone once again for David. The final steps of his long academic journey would prove to be the hardest and loneliest, he soon found out. It seemed that not knowing what he was missing out on all that time made it easier to maintain his impeccable work ethic. Now he found himself wanting more, wanting to get on with real life. To make matters worse, his backed-up schedule meant he would not be finishing up by mid-August like he had originally anticipated.

He missed Nicole, or at least the fun they had together. He wondered what their relationship would be like when she came back to school in the fall. It couldn't get here soon enough as far as he was concerned. He was ready to be finished with this phase of his life. He was ready to share a new life with someone, and reap the rewards of his hard work and dedication for the past seven years.

He thought about Abby occasionally, and how her pregnancy was progressing. He hoped it was going well for her. He tried not to think about her too much, but sometimes he couldn't help himself. Although he would keep it safely hidden in the repository of his heart, he knew the memory of their unorthodox relationship would stay with him all his days.

August came and went and David was close to being finished. This week he planned on giving his thirty-days' notice on his apartment. A realtor friend had been holding a house for rent for him when he was ready to move. Even though he would be taking the house a month later than anticipated, his friend graciously held the property for him. It was a nice three-bedroom ranch - a little big for a bachelor, but just the right size to grow into. He was looking forward to getting out of his apartment and beginning the next phase of his life.

Undergraduate classes would resume soon, and that meant the usual hustle and bustle of college life would be back in full swing. It also meant the nursing students would be returning, which David was looking forward to. He had kept in contact with Nicole over the summer, and had even seen her once during summer break. He wondered if their brief relationship would resume where it left off. It would definitely be changing when he moved away next month.

A rare September storm raged outside one evening as David's doorbell rang. He was anxiously expecting Nicole's return. He answered the door to find Nicole more beautiful than ever, her skin darker and her hair lighter than the last time he had seen her.

"Did you get wet?" he asked her.

"I just beat it. How's my favorite professional student?" she asked, after a warm hello-kiss.

"Almost finished," he said. "It's been a long summer." He already felt stodgy just talking about how hard he had worked while she, no doubt, had been partying it up at home over the break.

"Am I going to have to call you 'Doctor' now?" she asked jokingly.

"Only if you forget my first name."

It was good to have her back. They sat down at the kitchen bar and David poured them a drink.

"So, what are you going to do with yourself now that you're about finished?" she asked. She knew he wouldn't be here forever, but Nicole hadn't thought about what his career would mean to the future of their relationship.

"I'm moving up to Marshfield next month. It's close to where I will be working."

"So, just like that, you're onto the next thing?" She sounded a little heartbroken.

"Should I stay longer?"

Nicole shrugged it off. It was silly to consider that David would be doing anything other than finally getting on with his career. "No, it's just that...will you come back and see me?" Nicole regretted asking the question almost as soon as she asked it. A long-distance relationship was more complicated than she cared to deal with right now.

"Maybe you should come and see me," David suggested. He felt dirty even saying it. He knew future visits from Nicole would merely be booty calls. It wasn't a bad idea, at least from a purely male perspective. But David was wanting more from his female companion these days.

"You have a place to live already?" she asked.

"I've got a nice three-bedroom that's just waiting to be moved into."

"That's kind of big for one guy, isn't it?"

"Room to grow," David commented abruptly.

"Grow? Are you saying you're ready to start a family?" she asked, a little incredulous.

David smiled and shrugged.

"Enjoy life for awhile, David!" she teased. "Kids suck it right out of you."

"Don't you want kids?" he asked.

"Oh, God no!" she said emphatically. "Kids make you fat and angry."

"Ever?" he prodded.

"Eh, I can't think about that right now. Why would I want to have kids?"

"That's kind of a silly question," he brazenly pointed out. "Isn't that kind of the point of hooking up?" When all else failed, David tended to boil down the topic to its fundamentals. It didn't always get taken the way he intended, though.

"People hook up for love and companionship," she argued.

"But you're missing the whole point..." David paused and sighed. "Yeah, you're right," he finally said in agreement. There was no point in trying to convince her of the virtues of parenthood. It became suddenly obvious that they were wanting different things out of life at this particular juncture. He figured she would change her tune with a little more age under her belt. For now, Nicole was best suited to just practicing making babies.

And that, they both knew, was the real reason she was here. But the sexual attraction that so readily brought them together in the first place seemed strained right at the moment. Nicole's juvenile attitude toward families David found a bit off-putting. It surprised even him, having never cared in the least about what his sexual partners' attitudes towards children were. But now it seemed oddly important.

The conversation had been heavy right from the beginning. It became apparent to Nicole that the carefree relationship they had enjoyed before summer was only a fleeting moment of the past. David was clearly abandoning having fun in favor of being a responsible adult. That was fine for him, she thought, but Nicole wasn't ready to go down that road. Their loving reunion seemed to be over before it started.

The conversation lingered for awhile on class schedules and the drudgery of getting back into the school routine. Nicole looked at her watch, and then outside at the rain. She finally decided to end the awkwardness. "Well, I'd better get back home; I still have some more unpacking to do."

"It's still raining," David observed.

"I won't melt," she said.

He walked Nicole to the door and took her hand, not knowing how best to part company. "See you around," she said. David leaned in to kiss her and they each gave a polite peck on the lips, knowing it was probably their last. And then she was gone.




Baby Formula



Breakups never made his heart jump for joy, but as breakups go, this one wasn't too bad. David just wished he'd considered a little sooner that maybe their relationship didn't have a future. But now it didn't matter. He thought about Nicole and what she meant to him. He couldn't say he really would miss anything other than the sex. Sex with Nicole was the reason he had even held onto the notion of having a relationship in the first place.

He almost regretted chasing her away so quickly with his arrogant talk of the greater meaning of relationships and families. It would have been fun to spend one more night with her. He felt shallow for thinking that, but, it appeared that's what Nicole was wanting from him as well. He nearly allowed himself to be delighted at such a prospect when the doorbell rang again a short time later. She was probably coming back to wait out the rain storm. As David went over to the door, he grappled with his conscience whether to indulge in one more night with her, or to take the high road and end the relationship cleanly. He made the decision quickly and opened the door, ready to gently turn Nicole away.

David opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He froze at the open doorway for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. "Oh my God!" he finally uttered in disbelief at the dripping-wet person standing before him, her familiar, pretty face atop a strange, foreign-looking body. "Abby! What are you doing here?"

Elation, confusion, familiar heartache and about fifty questions simultaneously gripped David's heart. Abby smiled tentatively from under her dripping hat. David couldn't help but be immediately intoxicated by her beauty. She had a glow that he'd never seen before, as if a different person was looking back at him through those pretty eyes. He finally gathered his wits enough to invite her in.

"Come in, Please!" he insisted. He took her hand and walked backwards as he led her into his apartment. David could barely contain his joy at this mother-of-all-surprises. "Here, take this stuff off," he said grabbing her wet coat and hat. "Look at you!" he said, throwing the wet articles on the table.

"I'm so fat," Abby lamented.

"No! My God, Abby, you're beautiful! Positively glowing! I never thought I'd get to see you this way." David moved to the side so he could see her profile. "What are you, then," David counted the months in his head. "About five months along?" The mental counting was just for show. He knew she was exactly twenty weeks and one day.

Abby nodded. David's reaction brought joy to her heart. She knew once the euphoria wore off she would have some explaining to do. But right this second, being told she was beautiful by a man that cared for her felt like she'd just been crowned Miss America. "David, I know we had an agreement. I know my being here is a complete shock to you. Please forgive me for just showing up in your life out of the blue, but I needed to tell you this in person."

"Abby, it's okay! I'm just happy to see you!" He gave her a hug. Feeling her pregnant tummy press against him felt like he was hugging an angel. They held each other for a very long time. David felt the temperature of Abby's face climb, and the wetness on her face, that he knew wasn't from the rain. He held on still longer, not wanting to lose the feeling of this sweetest of reunions. Finally, he separated and looked at her. "What is it, Abby?"

She dried the tears from her eyes with her palms and sat down on the recliner. David sat on the ottoman at her feet and took her hands, waiting for Abby's explanation. She took a deep breath. "Phil didn't react well to the news of my pregnancy."

David sat thoughtfully for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"He never expected me to get pregnant."

"But it was a perfect plan! He would assume that the baby was - " David began.

"He couldn't get me pregnant. He'd had a vasectomy."

David's eyes grew wide. He wasn't expecting that. He rubbed his eyes with his palms, and considered for a moment what that meant, and what a mess Abby must be in right now. More questions cropped up in his head. Abby continued on, answering his questions before he could ask.

"He did it when he was in his twenties. He never told me. He never wanted..." Abby trailed off. She fought tears and finished the sentence with a quivering voice. "He never wanted children."

Abby sobbed. "The son of a bitch got fixed when he was young so he would never get a woman pregnant, and then never told me. He knew how much I wanted children, and he never told me! He was going to let me live out my days childless and never tell me why."

David listened in disbelief. He didn't know what to say. "That's why he would never go to a fertility specialist," he surmised. "What kind of man would do that?"

"A selfish son of a bitch!" Abby shouted. "I was nothing more than a trophy to him! My needs were only inconveniences as far as he was concerned." She promised herself she wouldn't come to David with a sob story, but she couldn't help getting worked up talking about it. David was the only other person that knew why she was pregnant. There was no one else she could talk to and it felt liberating to verbalize her frustrations.

"So, where do you two stand now?" David asked. He almost didn't want to hear the answer.

"We're divorced. It was an open and closed case. I cheated on him. He had irrefutable proof."

"But, Abby, he married you under false pretenses."

"It doesn't matter anyway," she said, sniffling. "I don't want his money. I don't want anything from him."

"When did all this happen?"

"A couple of months ago. I moved back to Woodland. Can you imagine kicking your pregnant wife out of the house?" Abby laughed. Her situation was sad, but she had built the bed she slept in. She couldn't even blame Phil for the demise of their marriage. She had taken a huge risk and got burned.

David listened to her tell the story with a heavy heart. He couldn't help but feel a little responsibility for her desperate situation. He had definitely helped her get like this. "Abby, I'm sorry," he began.

Abby squeezed David's hand, which she had been holding, and pulled him violently toward her, putting her other hand over his mouth to shut him up. "Don't say it," she commanded quietly. "This isn't your doing. You helped a friend; that's all. I didn't come all the way here to extort your pity. I just needed you to know."

David took her hand from his mouth. "I wasn't trying to show you pity," he said, putting their hands back on her lap. "I'm emotionally invested in your life, Abby, and I care about you as a friend. I know I'm not supposed to, but I do." David leaned in close. "It's good to see you," he whispered.

Abby closed her eyes and touched her nose to David's. She'd come here with no idea where she stood with him. She had treated him so coldly following conception. It had broken her heart to do so, but she had no other choice. His warm reception tonight was more than she deserved. She didn't know if she was intruding on his private life, or if this visit would perhaps complicate a love life that he already had. She was emotionally prepared for David to inform her he was engaged, or otherwise seriously involved. She expected it, and was ready to accept it. All David had to do was tell her.

But instead, he kissed her. Like a long-time lover that had merely been away for a while, as if this was the only relationship either of them knew, he kissed her. The taste of David's tongue suddenly brought back in Abby the emotions she'd had while they were making illicit love all those months ago - the feeling of being adored for no particular reason, the sensation that his lips were saying "I love you" even though they never made a sound. She had dipped her feet in a pool she could never swim in. Despite her best efforts to suppress those sensations before, Abby knew something was there between them, or at least there was something that could have been.

But that was then. She was married then. That was when she stood to lose her heart outright if she allowed herself to succomb to wayward emotions. That was when her heart belonged to another, or, at least she thought it did. But now she had nothing to lose. Right now she had no reason to suppress the beautiful vibe that was suddenly ringing between them. He was lovingly kissing her and she had nothing to lose. She began to weep from the surge of emotion.

David felt her wet cheeks again and wasn't sure what to make of it. He kissed her more intensely, coaxing still more tears from Abby. He parted lips and tasted the salty trails on her face, removing as much moisture as he could with his lips. David looked into Abby's red, swollen eyes. Without looking away, his hand touched her belly. It dawned on him with sweet clarity that a part of him was inside her. They were irrevocably bonded together in that small bundle she carried. He slid her top up so it was resting on her now well-defined baby bump. He touched her pregnant tummy with his hands, feeling the taut skin, pressing gently on her feminine curve. "Abby, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" She watched his hands lovingly explore her motherly figure for a while. Her small frame was just beginning its unrestricted contortions into full motherhood. She watched his loving eyes take in her beauty. She felt loved by David - she and her baby.

Abby stood up and quickly pulled her top off, letting David behold her pregnant form without obscurity. With both hands he touched her, one on her belly, one on her back, feeling how the slender form underneath had expanded and contorted to accept the new life within her. The beauty of her subtle curves was beyond David's imagination. He gently kissed the side of her tummy, rubbing her with his hands.

In a sudden gesture of love, Abby dropped her top on the floor and then reached back and unfastened her bra, allowing it to slip off her breasts. In this moment of their intimate reunion, Abby held David's head and looked down into his loving eyes. What she had just done seemed oddly natural to her. She didn't feel the self-conscious bite of eyes glued to her ever-expanding body, like she did normally. Even in her present naked and exposed state, she felt no judgement from David. A deep, sustained search of his eyes turned up only love. It was a test, and the result was positive.

David, still seated on the ottoman, pressed his head against her naked humps and held onto her, feeling the warmth of her skin on his face. It was his own little family he was holding. The revelation hit him in the chest like a brick and split his soul wide open. He began to weep while still hanging on to Abby.

She felt him crying and squeezed his head tighter as her own tears began to flow again. His reaction assured Abby that she had not made a mistake coming here. Once again, she had played Russian roulette with David's emotions and he survived. She had put his heart on the table and spun the barrel, taking his unconditional friendship and manipulating it to suit her needs. Yet, here he was, still offering his friendship and love, undaunted by the heartache he'd endured.

She loved him. The roundabout way she'd proven it to herself just enhanced the intense adoration. If any man had ever deserved her affection, it was David. But, she couldn't bring herself to say it. In a way it felt like spinning the revolver one more time. He didn't need the pressure of a pregnant lady leeching onto his bachelor lifestyle. She certainly didn't come here to give him a guilty conscience. She resolved to present no more emotional baggage at his feet. She owed him a clear conscience.

David released his embrace and touched his nose to Abby's tummy, kissing it. Then he kissed it in another place. And another. His eyes still wet, he found her breast and kissed it too. Then the other one.

Feeling David's emotional expression of affection casually, naturally evolve into foreplay caressed Abby's libido at her core. A gentle charge shot through her body from her moistened nipples to her vagina. She wasted no time in unfastening her pants. David slid them down from her tummy and over her hips, where they dropped to the floor. David looked up at her with a serious expression, his palms on her creamy hips, his fingers sliding under the straps of her white panties, gently separating them from her soft skin. He pulled his hands away from her hips, stretching her undies. David gently pulled them down using the backs of his hands, his eyes never leaving Abby's. He worked the underwear over her curves, kissing her buttocks and hips behind them as they slid off, until they were held up only by the friction between her thighs. Abby spread her legs and allowed them to fall to the floor.

Abby stood in David's living room, completely at ease, privately enjoying the sensation of David quietly loving on her naked body. David gently turned her to face away from him, and kissed the small of her back while his hands traced down her legs, her small behind pressed against his chest. He stood up, touching the bulge in his pants between her bare cheeks and reached around her with both arms, gently caressing her convex tummy while kissing her neck. For David, this was making love in the truest sense. There were no emotions to hold back, no guilty conscience to quell. Never in his life had he felt so sure of wanting to be with someone. "I'm glad you're here," he whispered.

Abby turned around and kissed him deeply. "I'm naked," she said with a smile, harkening back to the last time she was in his apartment.

"Do you want me to be naked too?" David asked like last time. Abby didn't answer, but grabbed his shirt to pull it off. They separated and David put his arms up for her to slide the shirt all the way off.

"Are you sure you want to be with this fat lady?" she asked him. By now she knew the answer, but she couldn't help teasing him.

"I've never been so sure of anything," he said simply. His bold words had a deeper connotation, but he couldn't say it to her yet. When David told her she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, he meant it. He was finding it difficult to comprehend that he had accepted not ever seeing her again after conception. Being in the arms of this beautiful woman, who beared his offspring, seemed like the only situation he should have ever accepted. He loved Abby. There was no doubt about it now. With every fiber of his being, he loved her.

Abby took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. David watched her walk in front of him, his eyes glued to her tiny ass, which hadn't changed much from the pregnancy. David had never seen a pregnant woman naked in person. He wasn't prepared for her to be so sexy. He felt ashamed for looking at her that way - that is, until what happened next.

Abby sat down on the edge of the bed, and held David by the hips, preventing him from sitting down with her. She was going to do something for him that he didn't expect. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, she allowed his hard cock to escape. Abby licked the underside of his member while pushing his pants to the floor.

David watched the head of his cock disappear into Abby's mouth with complete astonishment. She didn't seem like the kind of woman that did that a lot, but her mouth felt wonderful, just the same. The truth was, Abby hardly ever did it to Phil. She always felt dirty when she sucked his dick, like a high school freshman trying to seduce the senior. But doing it to David felt natural, like she was making love to him, but with her mouth. She actually wanted to taste him. She did her best to take it down her throat, like she knew men liked, but she couldn't hold it for long. After two attempts resulting in gags, she decided to just stroke his wet rod while her tongue slurped up his balls.

"Oh, Abby! You're just full of surprises tonight!" David said to her, smiling.

"Am I doing it okay?" she asked him innocently.

"You're wonderful." David felt her engorged breasts while she serviced him. They were larger than the last time he felt them. "Abby, you're so sexy. Do you know that?"

"Stop," she implored. "I'm a bulging mess." She really didn't understand what sexiness a man could see in her distended body. She wasn't even sure if he would want to make love to her, which was why she offered her mouth to him first.

"No, get that thought right out of your head. You have the curves of an angel - and a beautiful angel at that." David knew his compliments would fall on deaf ears. He couldn't adequately put into words the attraction he was feeling toward Abby right now, but even if he could, they wouldn't be enough to change a woman's mind about her own body. There was only one way to get his point across.

"Get on your knees," he gently commanded. Abby looked at him for a moment before giving a crooked smile. She climbed onto the bed on all fours and looked back at David. David rubbed her back and pushed her slowly down to the bed, so her breasts and belly were touching the sheets. Abby laid her head on a pillow and watched David behind her.

Her ass was beautiful pushed up high, her creamy cheeks seductively spread open while her bulging tummy hung inverted underneath her. David leaned behind her onto the bed, bringing his face to her moist folds. Whenever they'd been together, David had never been permitted to experience Abby's girl parts up close, to see and taste her beauty, and Abby had never been permitted to enjoy the furtive sensation of David's tongue caressing her pussy. It simply hadn't been appropriate to their mission. Just the thought of David being back there made sent a guilty chill through her body. It was depraved, and she immediately started to get wet at the thought.

David could smell her feminine juices as he pushed his nose and lips into her spread-open creases. He inhaled deeply as his tongue pushed into Abby's slippery pussy, rolling in the thick mucous inside.

"Ohhhh, God baby!" Abby exclaimed at feeling his tongue inside her. She'd never let any man see her in this position, with her naked ass pushed out so lasciviously, let alone put his face back there. It was a naughty sensation. She couldn't get enough of it. Abby succombed to her dark urges and reached back with one hand and pulled on her ass cheek, prying herself open as far as she could, giving David wide-open access to her naughtiest parts. "Lick me there," she said. For the first time ever, Abby felt glad she wasn't a married woman.

David obliged by licking the length of her slippery labia right up to her ass, pulling her thick pussy juices up with his tongue. He was relieved to know Abby was liking it. He didn't want to put her off while indulging in his deepest desires. Abby was more than just liking it. Having dirty sex with David had an immediate effect on what she thought of her own body. Pushing her ass out for his mouth was crossing a line of decency, but the territory she crossed into was an undiscovered paradise. No man had ever made her feel so desired. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the wet sensations of his tongue caressing her most tender parts.

She rocked her hips as David licked her, his slippery tongue digging into her pubic hair to find her hidden clitoris, caressing, stimulating, while his nose pushed into the dark crevice between her cheeks. Abby's eyes shot wide open at the double sensation. It was exquisite debauchery. She succombed to her most furtive of desires. "David." Abby took a deep breath. He continued nuzzling into her while his tongue tasted her firm clitoris. "David." He didn't respond, but continued wiggling his tongue on her clit. Abby felt the need to warn him, but she didn't have the will.

She tasted and smelled like sweaty perfection. If David was just turned on before, now he was ready to explode. Her diminutive form in its sexy contorted position combined with the smells and sounds of his mouth caressing and penetrating her pink folds was the pinnacle of carnal desire for David. He'd had great sex before, but nobody ever made him feel as appreciated as Abby was, her almost innocent demeanor, her willingness to step into unchartered territory with him was all adding up to a blessed augmentation of true love.




Baby Formula



"David," she repeated again. "I think I'm...Oh my God! Oh! Oh! David!" Abby couldn't believe what she was about to do on David's face. Deep within her, blissful agitation was making its way to the surface, roiling, bubbling, caressing her insides as the chamber loaded. Knowing David's face was back there gave Abby the most enraptured exhilaration. The feeling was both sinister and earnestly affectionate - and it was going to be messy. Abby opened her mouth wide in one more attempt to warn David of what was coming, but there was only silence - blissful, pre-orgasmic silence - then a shriek loud enough to wake the neighbors.

David felt her pussy contracting on his face and a slippery gob of fluid dribble into his mouth, which he began to savor, when the real orgasm hit. Coinciding with Abby's earth-shattering scream was a warm torrent of fluid that nearly took David's breath away. Another pulse followed immediately after as Abby's pussy sprayed its salty-sweet nectar all over her lover's face.

"Oh my...Oh my God!" exclaimed David once Abby's convulsions subsided. He'd never seen a woman do that.

Abby was immediately embarrassed. Her orgasm was far wetter than she had anticipated. Pregnancy had some unexpected side effects. "I'm so sorry, David! I tried to warn you..."

"Oh my God, Abby, look what you did!"

"I know, I'm sor - "

Before she could finish her sentence, David buried his face in her pussy once again, lapping up any excess cum he could find on her. She tasted like warm heaven, and he couldn't get enough of the slippery goodness. Abby giggled at his unexpected reaction. She was relieved he wasn't offended by what happened.

David climbed onto the bed and positioned his hefty erection at her dripping entrance. Abby took a deep breath in anticipation of her pussy getting filled by David's ample girth. "Fuck me," she said into the pillow. Abby's raging hormones had her passionate urges dripping with frenzied desire. She was doing things and saying things that six months ago she would have considered obscene. Right now, she didn't know what she considered normal behavior. A proper mother in the family way didn't talk dirty to a man like that. She shouldn't have such carnal urges right now. But Abby wanted her pussy ravaged by David's big cock. She was spread wide for him, ready to be his pregnant slut. "Fuck me," she whimpered again, lustfully turning her head to watch David's firm hips get into position behind her.

David put a hand on the back of her thigh as he eased his throbbing cock into Abby's pink vagina. Abby comfortably hugged her pillow, up on her knees, as she silently took David's length inside her. She was swollen and wet beyond what David had ever experienced. David watched his glistening rod sink into Abby's saturated, blossoming flower, his face still wet from her orgasm.

Abby held her ass high for David and watched his sexy body pump her from behind, her tender breasts bumping and rubbing on the pillow. She hoped he liked how her ass looked, pushed out wide for him. She'd never felt so slutty in her life, and she reveled in the guilty pleasure.

Abby exhaled loudly as he slid slowly in and out of her. It was dreamy ecstasy from the very first insertion. "Yeah," she said in her highest voice. "Yeah, yeah, yeah" she said again, and again.

David quickly built speed and slammed his hips repeatedly into her ass, forcing short moans from Abby with each thrust. Abby felt strangely comfortable in her position, with her pregnant belly hanging below her, but her knees were beginning to hurt. David sensed she needed a change after several minutes of fucking her hard from behind, and withdrew so Abby could roll onto her back. He paused to watch her beautiful form get comfortable on the pillows. He wasn't sure how to go about mounting her in this position. He was afraid of hurting the baby. Abby sensed his hesitation.

"It's okay," she said reassuringly. "Stay on your knees so you don't put all your weight on me." Her tummy looked somewhat flatter in this position, but the bulge was still clearly visible. David took a long look at her beautiful form. He wanted to remember how she looked right now. She was a glowing, sexy angel, her waiting wet flower opened up between her hairy labia in its pink and vertical blossoming beauty.

David slid his thighs under Abby's legs and helped her wiggle partially onto him. David bent his erection down to meet her slippery womanhood, caressing her clit briefly before slipping fully into her again. Abby permitted herself to completely appreciate David's sexy naked body as he fucked her, up on his knees. She reached out and touched his firm belly, working her hands up to his chest. He was the sexiest man she'd ever made love to. She had denied the revelation to herself in their previous encounters, but now she lustfully appreciated his sexy hardness.

She spread her legs as far as she could, watching her pussy accept David's wide tool. David noticed her watching and did the same. Together they watched beautiful sex happen in its wet and natural freedom. He caressed her round tummy while his thumb dipped down occasionally to rub her pink clit, helping to light Abby's fire once again.

It started out as a faint stirring, almost imperceptible. Abby was enraptured by David's firm body stroking her, and couldn't take her eyes off the point of penetration. They were beautiful together, like David was supposed to be inside her. The thought of David being her one and only lover suddenly gripped Abby's soul like a lioness with her kill. She had already promised her conscience that she wouldn't pressure David to be anything more to her than a friend - an intimate friend with whom she shared a wonderful secret - nothing more. She had no right to expect anything more from him; he had given her so much already. But, how she had fallen for him!

The faint stirring slowly grew. David stroked her smooth and long at first, and then building in intensity, following Abby's cues. David put his elbows on the bed, supporting his weight as he lay down on Abby, gaining as much body to body contact as he could muster. Her small, but engorged breasts rubbed against his firm chest and the feeling of David's abdomen on her bulging belly filled Abby with loving warmth, encouraging the building orgasm deep inside her to make its way to the surface.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him gently, her calm exterior belying the raging storm within her. Abby nodded her head. "Don't stop," she implored. It was going to happen soon and it was going to be beautiful. David let his defenses down, touching her face lovingly. He was going to cum with her. She was so easy. He could read her like a book, her subtle cues screaming blind ecstasy, her loving eyes leading him along the sensual path. David felt like a champion lover when he was with Abby. No other woman had been so easy to please. 

"Don't stop," she said softly again. "Don't stop," she said louder this time. Her voice grew thin. "Don't stop, baby! Cum with me, okay?" She knew he was going to. He was lovingly caressing her face like he always did. David increased his speed as Abby nodded more exuberantly. She was climaxing.

"Oh, David, oh my God, David!" She abruptly grabbed his ass and held him firmly inside her. Abby's back arched unnaturally as her orgasm peaked, pressing her pregnant belly against him. Teeth clenched, body strained, ecstasy pulsing throughout her body, Abby succombed to the perfect storm of hormone overload and David's sexy body between her legs. "Gah!" she yelped as she deluged another vaginal monsoon, which dripped off both of them and quickly found the sheets. Equal parts shock and lustful passion overtook David as he felt the wetness eject from Abby and trickle down his balls, bringing on his own orgasm in a rush. He pumped his sticky milk into her vagina as she held him in, their collective fluids mixing deep inside Abby, a fertile formula with no chance of creating a baby this time, but every chance of forming a loving bond that they both could feel pulling them together.

David held his nose against Abby's as they both recovered their breath, both eyeing each other, searching. What had just happened between them was more than sex - even more than love-making. Abby wouldn't permit herself to ponder what might exist between them. The heartache of being wrong would be too painful.

But David had no trouble coming to terms with what the moment meant. He slid backward off of Abby, careful not to put any weight on her belly. He stumbled around to the other side of the bed where Abby's head was, and knelt down on the floor. The powerful emotions he was feeling right at that moment were too intense to contain. He needed for Abby to know. He leaned over her head and kissed her inverted lips.

"I love you," he said, and kissed her again. David partially stood up and stretched way over and kissed her naked tummy. Back down on his knees, he resumed his position over her head. "I love you both."

The tears that had formed in Abby's eyes now cascaded out in a surge of emotion. Abby no longer had to worry about toying with David's emotions. She was free to tell him. "We love you too," she gushed.

"I've never been in love with anyone until now," he confessed. "I've never really known what I wanted out of life until now. It's crystal clear, Abby. I want a family - with you."

Abby grabbed his upside down head and pulled him down for another kiss. The happiness trickling out of her heart soon bubbled over as a boiling pot as she realized what he was really saying to her. She smiled through the tears. She had to be sure she hadn't coerced him by being here. She had to know it was what he really wanted. "David, you don't have to - "

"Marry me, Abby"

Abby twisted her neck around so she could look him in the eyes right-side-up. David assisted by sitting down on the bed next to her. The three words echoed inside her head. Abby felt paralyzed, like she couldn't breathe. She had an answer for him, but couldn't get it out. She couldn't find enough air to speak. At last she nodded her head, the look of surprise in her eyes changing over to jubilation. "Yes!" she finally gasped. "Yes, I'll marry you!"

She did her best to sit up, but her strained abdomen wouldn't allow it. David leaned down and pulled her up to him in a loving embrace. Abby kissed his face on both sides, on his cheeks, on his chin, and finally his mouth again. "I love you, David Corrigan!" she exclaimed. She wanted to shout it from the window. The ultimate liberation of finally proclaiming her love for David cleansed her soul to the core. No more secrecy, no more repressing of memories or quashing the feeling of true love. It was David, the father of her baby, her true lover, her husband, with whom she would spend the rest of her life.

David felt the relief too, but his alleviation was rooted in knowing where his life was headed, understanding true love and knowing he'd found it. He held Abby with one arm while he touched her tummy with the other hand. He was complete.

He held her tight again, kissing her lovingly. "There's one condition," David said to her, still holding her in his arms.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"I get the left side of the bed," he declared.

"Oh, no you don't!"

"Well, I guess the deal's off then," he said straight-faced.

Abby reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing them firmly in her palm.

"Ah! Ah! Easy!" he exclaimed. "I'll need those to make more!"

Abby laughed hysterically. "Okay, you win. You get your side of the bed."

"How about we both sleep on the left side?"

"I vote for that," she said, kissing him again.

On January 23, David and Abby Corrigan became the proud parents of a healthy seven pound, nine ounce baby boy. He never drank a drop of baby formula.