by J B Heller
We both got comfortable, me in the two and a half seater and Tay across from me in the single. She looked like she was about to faint.
“Tay, Sugar, what’s wrong? Something’s been eating at you all week. Talk to me. I’m seriously worried about you.”
She took a large sip of her drink and looked me dead in the eyes. Her beautiful hazels were shining with hope and if I was reading her right, a bit of fear.
“Come sit with me, baby, please?” I asked her. I needed her closer, whatever was scaring her was worrying the shit out of me.
Doing as I asked, she stood up with her glass in her hand and came to sit by me. She twisted her body so we were facing each other on the couch.
“I told you the other day that I want a baby,” she said, then swallowed, “I want your help with that, Nate.”
I froze, was she screwing with me? Did she know I had been listening to her conversation with the girls? Jake, that betraying bastard, he must have ratted me out and she was messing with me for eavesdropping.
“Look, I’m sorry I came back to listen in the other day, but I swear I only did it because I was worried about you,” I tried to explain myself.
Tay looked confused. “Listen to what?”
“Your talk with the girls. I know it was supposed to be girl talk, but—” she cut me off by placing her hand across my mouth. She kept her hand there then tilted her head to the side, examining me.
“You heard me tell the girls I’m looking for a donor?” she asked. Her hand was still covering my mouth so I just nodded.
“And you still came over tonight, even though I said I had something I wanted to talk to you about?” she pressed.
What was that supposed to mean? I gently wrapped my fingers around her wrist and removed her hand from my mouth. “Yes,” I answered.
Her eyes narrowed on me “Why?”
“Why what?” I asked.
“Why did you come over?”
“Because you asked me to and because I wanted to talk to you about what I’d heard. I was still trying to figure out how to go about it when you asked me over so I figured, no time like the present,” I shrugged.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asked timidly. It was so out of character for her. She wasn’t shy about anything. Hell, she’d just asked me to help her make a baby, and now she was backing down. I didn’t get it?
My mouth was suddenly dry as the enormity of this conversation began to swallow me whole. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in through my nose, picking up the sweet scent that belonged to my rockabilly princess, I pushed back the uncertainty and forged ahead.
I took her delicate hand and threaded our fingers together, we fit perfectly. “I wanted to ask you if you would consider me as your donor. Well, I want to be more than your donor, but—” I heaved another breath. Afraid she was going to shut me down before I could get it all out, the next part rushed from my lips in a torrent of words.
“I want you, Tay. I know this is coming from left field but when I heard you tell the girls you were going to get a donor, I just about exploded. I don’t want another man’s baby growing inside your beautiful body, I don’t want another man touching you full stop, let alone getting you pregnant.
“I know this has to be a shock for you, it’s a shock for me to actually being saying this shit out loud. I swore I would never mix business with pleasure, if you know what I mean, and it’s never been an issue for me, until you.”
I blinked. And blinked again.
I looked down at our fingers laced together, how they fit so effortlessly. Would the rest of our bodies fit together so perfectly?
When I had asked Nate over, I hadn’t even dreamed of this being a possible reaction from him. This was so much more, more than I expected and more than I knew how to handle.
I licked my parched lips, “Nate, I… I don’t know what to say.” I shifted my focus from our hands to his chocolate eyes. He was pleading with me. He was offering me what I’ve wanted for so long, but I didn’t know how to take it.
“Say you’ll give me a chance, say you’ll just give this, us, a go. What do you have to lose?”
“You. Our friendship.” The words slipped past my lips before I knew they were coming, but it was true. If this didn’t work between us, I’d lose him. I’d lose the chance to have a small piece of him always with me.
“Oh, baby,” he breathed then reached forward, wrapped his spare hand around the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. He rested his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes.
“That. Will. Never. Happen. I’m just as scared of losing you, Tay. You’re my rockabilly princess, I refuse to lose you. No matter how this goes, we will always, always come back to this. Okay?”
I’m his rockabilly princess?
He’s scared of losing me?
I sat silent for a few more moments, just soaking in his closeness and the gentle pressure of his fingertips pressing into the side of my throat. I swallowed hard, “Okay.”
“Okay?” he asked.
I opened my eyes and nodded gingerly, “Yeah, okay.”
Nate smiled then closed the distance between us and kissed me. Finally, Nate Summers perfect lips were pressed against mine and it felt like heaven.
His warm liquor-covered tongue swept across my bottom lip, on a soft moan I opened for him. Nate’s grip on my neck tightened a little as he shifted me so I was straddling his lap. I slid my hands into his soft hair and continued to kiss him back.
After a few minutes he broke away, we sat panting, staring at each other with stupid grins on our faces.
He shook his head then stroked my cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Why the hell did I wait so long?” he asked.
I threw my head back and laughed out loud. I was so incredibly happy, I couldn’t contain it. “I don’t know, but I’m glad you’re here now,” I told him.
“Nowhere I’d rather be, Sugar,” he winked and I shivered.
That’s when I noticed the rather impressive bulge he had going on in his pants… And I mean impressive! That brought my thoughts back to the real reason he was here tonight.
“Umm, Nate, as much as I want this,” I gestured between our bodies, “I wasn’t expecting it, and it wasn’t why I asked you here. This obviously changes things, well I think it does. I need time to process and think and absorb all this.” I fluttered my hands around to show just how huge this all was for me.
Nate reached up, wrapped his much larger hands around my wrists, which were still flitting around between us and held them still. “I’ve thought about it already. You want a baby, and I want to give you that, but, I also want you. So here is my proposal.” He cleared his throat and shuffled so he was sitting up straighter. “I do what needs to be done to make the baby with you, and while that’s being done, we date. By the time the baby is ready to arrive, you, hopefully, will have decided you want to keep me around on a full-time basis and then I’ll move in then.”
Say what? I quirked a brow as I asked, “You’re willing to give me a baby, and a relationship?”
He nodded.
“And if at the end of my pregnancy I decide we don’t mesh as a couple, you will what, just, walk away?” I asked.
“Not exactly. If at the end of the pregnancy you don’t want to be with me, I will step back from the relationship side of things, however I will still very much be the father of said baby,” he explained.
“What exactly do you mean by that? I just need to fully understand what we’re agreeing to here.”
He nodded again. “Of course, if it would make you feel better maybe we could draw up some kind of legal agreement, stating we have shared custody of the tiny tot, that we are to consult the other should we wish to move out of town, that kind of thing. Just to keep everything on the up and up.
“I will want full access to the wee one, and I’ll want to help you out with the bills and shit. Pretty much, I want this to work like any other relationship where a couple split
and kids are involved. We keep things amicable between us, no matter what.”
That all sounded fair, and although if I had just gotten a random donor I would want full custody of the child, I would be happy for Nate to be a part of my baby’s life. He would be an amazing father.
Not only was he offering me all this, but also, himself. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. “You really put a lot of thought into this huh?”
His smile was blinding “I sure did. I want you to have everything you want, but I want you to have it with me. If that doesn’t work for you, then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“I’m pretty sure that will work just fine for me.” I was beaming, and I knew it. I shifted closer to him on his lap and began kissing him again.
Another thought occurred to me and I pried myself away from his delicious lips. “When you say, ‘do what needs to be done’ with the baby making, you meant sex, right?”
He smirked, and it took everything in me not to lunge for him and forget about the details. “Yeah, I meant sex. Is that a problem?” he asked.
I swallowed, “Kind of. I was planning to do the… ah… well… I mean, when I was going to get a random donor from the sperm bank, I was just going to go the turkey baster route.” I flushed with embarrassment.
Nate stroked my cheek tenderly. “You want me to jack into a cup for you, Sugar?” He bounced his eyebrows as he spoke.
I covered my face with my hands and laughed. “I’m not a prude, you know this as well as anyone, but yes, yes I want you to jack into a cup. I like what you’re offering, like really really like it. But I think if you throw sex into the deal straight up, it will create a lust fog over my brain and I won’t be able to make a rational decision about how well we work together in a relationship.”
He thought about it for a minute, “So, how exactly are you going to get my super sperm,” he paused and bounced his eyebrows a few times for effect, making me laugh. “To do its super thing?”
I squirmed on his lap and cleared my throat. “Well, I’ve looked up the process and it’s pretty simple. It doesn’t actually require a turkey baster, even though it’s called the turkey baster method. Pretty much I would,” I cleared my throat again, this was kind of awkward to say out loud.
“I’d fill a syringe with the semen, get myself turned on—cause that helps apparently—then insert the syringe and—” my breath caught when I felt his thumbs caress the underside of my breasts, while his long fingers dug into my ribs. “And um…” I exhaled slowly then forced myself to get the rest of the words out of my mouth before I lost my train of thought, “coat my cervix with your come.”
Nate’s hands slid down to my hips; he gripped them tight, then pushed up into me and began to grind me on top of his hard-on. “I like it when you talk dirty,” he murmured against my throat.
I was so turned on, I was flustered and hot and bothered, and I couldn’t think straight.
He kept an even, steady pace as he continued to move my hips for me. “Do you have a little cup handy?” his husky voice rocketed through my thoughts. He wanted to do this now? Like, right now?
“Umm yeah,” I breathed.
“You sure I can’t just slip it in right now? I can feel how wet you are for me, Tay, you’re so wet it’s seeping through your underwear. So fucking hot.” He let out a little pained groan.
My dress had come up around my hips when I sat on his lap. I could feel how much he wanted me, and all it did was turn me on more, but that’s exactly what I was worried about, not being able to think properly if we started to have sex. He’s hardly even touched me much and I was ready to throw my no sex plan out the window.
“Nate,” I whispered. “I can’t. Not yet.” It pained me to say that, like physically pained me.
His rhythm didn’t falter, and as he continued to grind, he rested his forehead against mine. “I know, I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve been thinking about sinking into your gorgeous body for so long. I’ll wait, if that’s what you want, I’ll wait.”
It wasn’t what my body wanted, but it was what my heart needed.
“I want to be there when you do it, I want to be in the room with you while we make this baby. Even if we don’t get together in the long run, I want our kid to know we made them together,” he said.
That sounded fair, so I nodded.
“Do you want to wait, or do you want to do this now?” he asked.
I had done an ovulation predictor test at the start of the week, when I had made the decision to get donor sperm, and I wasn’t due to ovulate until Monday. That was still three days away. And everything I’d read had said to wait until the day of and the day after— for added insurance.
I’d decided to get enough sperm to do the procedure twice, I actually had it sitting in my freezer right now.
“Monday, I have to wait until Monday. And again on Tuesday,” I told him, finding myself more and more breathless as his onslaught continued. He was kissing a path down my neck, sucking slightly as he went.
“I’m close,” I breathed into his hair.
One of his hands glided down from my hip, and his thumb gently slid up and down my slit. It was enough to send me over the edge, and I moaned as my body shuddered against his.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Tay. I feel like I’m about to come in my pants, like a first timer,” he groaned and slowly brought me to a halt in his lap.
I climbed off his lap and went to the bathroom to clean up.
When I came back out, he had grabbed the box of tissues from the coffee table and was just finishing himself off. It was glorious, and I wished I had been the one to bring him to completion, even if sex was off the cards for now.
He glanced at me with a lazy smile on his lips. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. The image of you coming like that did me in, I had to,” he said by way of explanation.
“That’s alright, I don’t mind. I should have helped you out before I went to the bathroom.”
“Trust me, you helped me out plenty,” he grinned, holding his now limp cock in his hand.
“That’s one pretty dick you’ve got there, Nate, no wonder the ladies love you,” I teased.
Looking down at it, he frowned. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just emasculate my main man, he’s not pretty, he’s rugged, or sexy or I don’t know, fucking magnificent. Not pretty.”
I laughed while he put himself away and wadded the tissues into a ball. “Go throw those out, then we can finish getting this worked out.”
He did as I asked, and we spent the rest of the night talking until the wee hours of the morning, when he kissed me on the cheek and left.
Last night had gone better than I’d expected. I’d at least thought she would be pissed off with me for eavesdropping, but she didn’t seem to care.
The fact that she had invited me over, for the purpose of asking for my come, made me feel pretty awesome, and her getting off in my lap, even better.
We had ironed out all the wrinkles, after I’d taken care of myself, and we were going to do dinner and insemination on Monday and Tuesday night, after work.
I’d always been pretty straight up when it came to sex, never got into role playing or any of that shit, but the idea of watching her while she did what she needed to do, turned me the hell on.
I couldn’t wait until she was ready to let me actually get my hands on her properly.
We had agreed not to see other people while we were working this shit out and seeing where it could go. I knew it meant a hell of a lot more hand action for me but I was, for the first time in my life, okay with that. If it meant a chance to make something real with Tay, I’d do it happily.
Being the first Saturday of the month, it was Tay’s RDO. We rotated who worked the Tuesday to Saturday and Monday to Friday shifts. I was kind of glad she wasn’t in today.
My first client of the morning was one of my regular lays, and I knew she’d be pissed with me for suddenly ditching ou
r arrangement. I didn’t want Tay around to see it, bitches could be crazy and although Tay knows my history, I didn’t need a scene to rub it in her face when we’re trying to start something.
Cindy was on time, and dressed to kill; she was excessively overdressed for a simple nail appointment, and I knew why— she wanted a quickie in the customer’s bathroom.
“Morning, Cindy,” I said as I led her to my station.
“Good morning, Nate,” she purred as she took her seat.
I rolled my eyes when my back was turned, then took my seat across from her and got started on her infills. Normally, I’d at least play along, but I wasn’t into it at all. It only took one close encounter with Tay to shut down any interest I may have once had in other women.
After removing the old polish, I started filing them down to the length she liked then started thinning out the acrylic that was already built up on her nails.
I felt a foot sliding up the inside of my thigh, heading for the semi in my pants. The semi wasn’t for Cindy, it was for Tay; I hadn’t been able to keep my thoughts from wandering to the image of her writhing in lap last night, all morning.
I lurched out of my seat, and Cindy gaped at me. “What the hell, Nate?” she shrieked.
My eyes flew back to see her clutching her index finger. When she opened her hand to look at her finger, I spotted blood. Shit!
“Jesus, Cindy, I’m sorry.” I sat back down and took her hand in mine again to examine the damage.
“Why’d you do that?” Cindy pouted.
“I umm… look Cindy, I’m real sorry. It was an accident,” I tried to explain, without bringing up the offending actions of her foot— that on occasions past, I would have encouraged.
I had torn her cuticle with the file when I’d jumped out of my seat. I’d never done that before. I was the best there was when it came to nails. Always perfect, always gentle. Why I’m so good, is a topic for another time.
Cindy’s eyes narrowed on me. “You usually like it when I,” she leaned forward, pushing her tits together and lowered her voice, “when I rub you while you work.”
