by Jamie Knight
The limo turned the corner and drove for a few blocks. My cell phone rang, vibrating in my pocket, startling me so much that I almost fell out of my seat.
I looked down at the number and noticed that it was the same number listed in Anne’s file as her telephone number. I knew because I memorized it when I saw it, vowing never to forget it again.
But, how did she get my cell phone number?
I was starting to get confused all over again.
“Hi, it’s Ted,” I said, trying not to sound too eager.
“Hi, Ted. It’s Anne. Oh, my goodness. I am so glad to hear your voice. I got your messages and it’s an incredibly long story as to how that all came about, but I had to call you back and tell you that I’m so sorry for freaking out on you the way that I did. That was absolutely horrible, and had I known the full story, I never would have done that.”
It was wonderful to finally hear her saying words that made sense.
“That’s okay,” I said. “And I’m sorry, too. I can’t believe that I had been calling the wrong number. And I called so many times! I’m just glad that we finally got the breakdown in communication figured out.”
“Me, too,” said Anne, her voice getting quiet. “There was something that I was curious about, though, that you mentioned in one of your messages. You said that if I called you back that I would be in for a surprise, that I could trust you. Well, things have already been crazy and surprising enough. I’m not sure how many more surprises I can take. But what was the surprise?”
“You’re right,” I said, agreeing with her. “There have been a lot of surprises here. And I don’t want to do anything that could upset you any more than you already have been, especially in your condition. And so much time has passed now, maybe it won’t even matter. But I wanted to ask you to officially be my girlfriend.”
She gasped.
“Really?”
“Yes,” I continued. “I figured that it would just make things easier. That was my bright idea after I had already switched you over to a new doctor. I wasn’t trying to avoid you or anything, if that’s what you thought. I just wanted to get a chance to actually be with you in a real, public relationship, rather than having to sneak around with one of my patients.”
I heard her sniffle on the other end of the phone, like she was starting to cry.
“That is very sweet,” came her choked response. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”
“You are very sweet. That’s why I went through the lengths I did of trying to impress you on the date. I wanted to be with you as your boyfriend.”
The line went silent for a few moments and I thought that she had hung up, until she started to speak again.
“Well, you said that you wanted to be my boyfriend. Is that offer still on the table?”
I was ready to jump out of my seat and fly to the moon, I was so happy. But I stopped my celebration long enough to remember that she still hadn’t told me the reason why she had barged into my office so angry.
“Maybe it is,” I said. “Only… you showed up at my office today, pretty upset. Why did you come?”
She paused, like she was trying to decide on the right words to say.
I started to shift nervously in my seat.
“I came to tell you that I am pregnant, and the baby is yours.”
As if on cue, the limo coasted to a stop in front of Anne’s house. I jumped out of the limo, did a little happy dance, and then ran up the stairs, to where Anne stood in the doorway. I scooped her up into my arms, holding onto her tightly, gently kissing her neck while I held her.
“Let’s celebrate,” said Anne, her eyes brightening.
I was confused since she was pregnant, and we couldn’t exactly toast over a glass of champagne.
“Well, I can’t drink alcohol,” said Anne, looking at me seductively, as if guessing what I had been thinking. “But I can drink cum.”
Before I could say a word, she had unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and shoved it in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good, I got hard right away.
“I love how this feels,” I told her, staring down at her big, green eyes looking up at me as she sucked on the head of my cock while stroking its shaft with her hand. “When my cock is in your mouth.”
She nodded and moaned, deep-throating me as I reached down to cup her breasts in my hand. I loved how round and full they were, just like her ass. Feeling around, I found her nipples and played with them as I pushed my cock further down her throat.
“Mmmm,” she groaned, obviously feeling good, too, and paying me back for the favor now, by cupping her hand around my balls.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, squeezing her nipples while I fucked her mouth.
I took my cock out of her mouth just a bit, as I didn’t want to cum right away, but that was difficult to control with Anne. Just looking down and seeing my shaft half hanging out of her open mouth while I was playing with her tits was enough to get me going all over again.
She licked my shaft up and down, and every time she got to the head of my cock, she would suck on it some, teasing me a bit, until I almost couldn’t bear it any more.
Then I shoved my cock down her throat once again and felt it start to pulse and throb, threatening to cum again, but this time, I didn’t care.
All I wanted to do was feel the sweet physical release of cumming in her mouth while I basked in the emotional fulfillment of being with the love of my life and the mouther of my child.
I couldn’t believe all the luck I was having in one day, after so many other days of feeling fucking miserable without Anne.
Now, I had her back in my life – as my girlfriend. And she was having my baby. And she was going on down on me.
I smiled as I felt my toes curling up in my shoes.
Chapter Fifteen - Anne
For the very first time in a long time, it seemed like my luck was changing.
I didn’t have to be the one who watched everyone else be happy. I was actually able to get pregnant with a baby, and the best part was that I got to be in a happy relationship with the father of my baby – something I truly never felt I would have.
As he filled my mouth right in my foyer with his thick, hard dick, it really dawned on me how lucky I was.
“Oh my God,” he called out, as he was starting to cum. “Anne. Anne. You make me feel so good.”
I sucked harder, trying to suck out every drop of his hot cum.
“I love you, Anne,” he yelled, letting go of the last spurts of cum, which I lapped up greedily.
He loves me.
I smiled, wiping up a few stray drops of cum with my fingers and then started licking my fingers clean.
“I love you, too,” I said.
And there it was.
I had love, too.
I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
The only thing that I could think about was having the man that I loved fuck me doggy style.
I took off my pants, got down on all fours, and beckoned for him to join me.
“Oh yeah?” he said, looking eager to oblige.
His cock was already hard again.
He got behind me and spanked my ass a little bit, which I liked.
“My former virgin has become such a naughty girl for me,” he said.
I sure have, I thought.
I couldn’t believe I had started out as the nervous, naïve young woman in his office, mad at the world and especially at all the former guys I had dated, for not being able to have a baby, and hoping that he had the answers for me.
He had the answers for me, and he had a lot more for me, too.
He pushed his dick against my pussy, guiding it back and forth against my clit. My pussy was already wet and was getting even wetter as he played with me. I could feel my juices dripping out onto his big, hard, naked cock.
He played with my clit for a while as I slid around on his cock, as if he w
as teasing me some, but just feeling him do that to me was enough to make me cum.
“Ted,” I moaned, slipping and sliding all over his big cock as I came. “I can barely take it. I feel so good. Please fuck me; please.”
I loved how he made me beg for him.
I enjoyed being so vulnerable with him; I loved the way I could just let myself go and be a total nympho for him.
Once I was done cumming, he pushed his cock inside me, grabbing my hips to steady himself.
I was completely and totally owned, feeling his thick dick filling every bit of my pussy hole.
He plunged inside me over and over, pushing deeper. My pussy gripped his hard shaft, pulsing with each thrust.
He felt so good and I told him so.
He stroked slowly, rubbing his hands up and down my spine. He moaned, too, feeling my pussy glide easily over his dick head and shimmying down his shaft.
He slapped my ass slightly again, making my pussy walls shudder.
“Good girl,” he said. “That’s my good little bad girl.”
Then he stroked slowly, rubbing his hands up and down my spine.
I started cumming as he went deeper, pumping harder, pulling me on to him.
My pussy sputtered as creamy, white cum foamed out of it, covering his dick and falling onto the floor in droplets.
My whole body convulsed as he went wild, fucking my still-sputtering pussy like he had no plans of stopping.
“This feels so good,” I moaned, as my whole body shook with an orgasm.
“It sure does,” he replied, grunting as he fucked me. “In fact, it feels like something I want to do for the rest of my life.”
He groaned as he came into my pussy, his juices joining mine, until both of us were gasping and panting.
For the rest of our lives.
I liked the sound of that.
He could count me in.
Chapter Sixteen - Ted
We were going for round two of fucking.
Why not?
We had a lot to celebrate.
Anne’s pussy felt so good sliding all over my dick.
And she had cum more than I knew was possible.
It made me feel amazing, to know that I made her feel so good.
And she made me feel good, too.
More than good.
She made me feel great, alive, on fire.
My knees were starting to slip beneath me from all the cum that had flowed out of her. Obviously, she was enjoying herself and I was, too. But I couldn’t help but wonder if being so rough with her would hurt the baby.
I turned her over so that she would be facing me.
She looked a little confused, like she was afraid that I was going to stop.
I guided my dick into her and started stroking her slowly.
“You don’t have to be so gentle,” she said, out of breath.
I reached down and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face.
“I want to be,” I said, softly.
I kept stroking her.
Her pussy was tight and wet.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last inside her.
I leaned down and kissed her neck, her soft skin warm against my lips. Then I leaned down further, scooping her firm nipple into my mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned.
She loved it and so did I.
It made me more excited.
I stroked deeper into her, feeling the pressure build inside me.
“I’m cumming,” I called out, feeling myself letting go.
“Me, too,” she said.
I could feel her pussy pulsing against my dick, making me cum even harder.
We lay there, me on top of her, breathing hard, struggling to catch our breath.
“I love you, Anne,” I told her, running my fingertips up and down her arm. “And I can’t wait to meet the baby that we made.”
“I think he or she will be so happy to meet their daddy,” she said, sighing as she smiled and ran a hand along her belly.
I added my hand too, so that both of us were hugging the baby, symbolically, at least.
“And to think I went to you to get me pregnant scientifically,” Anne said, with her adorable laugh.
“I’m sure glad that didn’t work out,” I told her.
“Yes, it was a blessing in disguise,” she agreed. “Because you needed to knock me up the old-fashioned way.”
“I certainly did,” I told her, feeling proud of myself.
How ironic that I, a successful fertility doctor, would get one of my patients pregnant without having to use my normal methods.
The methods I used with Anne were much sexier. And she was the only person I would ever use them with, no matter how much I expanded my practice and took on more clients.
I had everything I needed, right here in my arms.
We lay there smiling at each other, both of our eyelids heavy as we drifted off to sleep, holding on tightly to each other and to our baby, just as I knew we would do forever.
Chapter Seventeen - Ted
A few months later, I was inputting some patient data into the computer when Anne came into the office.
“Hey honey,” she said, as she walked in, and I couldn’t help but admire her curves, which were expanding gorgeously, along with her ever-expanding belly.
“Well, hello there, my sexy baby mama,” I said, bending down to give her a kiss.
Her lips wrapped around mine passionately and our tongues enjoyed darting in and out of each other’s mouths, until someone cleared their throat and we both jumped, breaking it up.
It was rather late in the day and I hadn’t realized anyone other than Sheila and the night nurse were still in the office – and I knew they were out front, whereas Anne had a pass that worked to come back to my office area. Therefore, I hadn’t been expecting any one to be back here.
“Jim,” I said, as I saw who it was.
I guessed he was working late and had just come out of his office.
Jim Thomas had never let up on his quest to try to ruin me. He had turned into my number one rival, but at this point, I didn’t care.
I had taken over yet another clinic, which happened to be the one that Anne used to go to, in Larchmont. And she and I had discussed moving there, as life in the suburbs was a better place to raise a baby than in New York City.
I wouldn’t have to be around Jim for much longer. But that creep was still hung up on my personal life.
“It doesn’t seem right that your girlfriend can just waltz right back here to our private area, full of confidential patient information,” he said.
“A lot of things don’t seem right, but they are,” I told him.
He could go pound sand. I owned the clinic and could have whomever I wanted come visit me at work. It wasn’t as if I shared patient files or information with Anne.
“Well, it doesn’t seem right to me that one feels entitled to just take whatever they want, including other peoples’ dinner reservations,” he said.
“Are you still stuck on that, Jim?” I asked him, rolling my eyes.
But apparently he wasn’t finished.
“Or their own clinic’s clients… take them in the bedroom, I mean,” he said.
With that, both Anne and I had to stop and stare at Ted a little more closely.
Had he figured out how we had started out?
I rolled my eyes again, trying to act less worried than I felt.
“You know, I’ve been looking into patient files, and it turns out that one of our patients is named Anne McAllister, just like your girlfriend here,” Jim continued. “Isn’t that a coincidence? You would hate for word to get out that you had knocked up one of your own fertility client patients, now wouldn’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I told him, feigning ignorance while I tried to think of what I could do to shut him up.
Just then, I heard someone else approach, and looked up to see Sheila standing there beside us.
“Yes, Sheila?” I asked, grateful for the distraction and extra time to think that her surprise presence provided me, but confused about why she was here.
“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but hear through the front and back office open window that you two are discussing a patient…”
“…of Amy Renfro’s?” I jumped in and asked, seeing where she was going with this.
I would just have to stick with the original plan I’d made when I’d transferred Anne to Amy’s care, and insist that she was Amy’s patient, not mine. Sure, it still looked bad that she was a patient of my clinic’s, but there was nothing prohibiting me from getting with a patient I wasn’t actually treating.
“That damn Amy!” Jim exploded. “I tried to ask her for information, and she wouldn’t give me any of it. Obviously, she’s loyal to the Big Boss. She has no integrity, just a ruthless desire for money, like you.”
Of course she’s loyal to the boss, you dipshit, I thought, but didn’t say anything.
Instead, I sent a silent prayer of thanks to Amy.
But then Sheila interrupted yet again.
She was also giving me eyes, as if to tell me to shut up and go along with what she was saying, so I did.
Point taken, Sheila, I thought to myself, as her eyeballs nearly fell out of her head.
“Actually, yes, it was a patient of Amy’s but what I’m trying to explain to Dr. Thomas is that she is actually a different Ann McAlister. Believe it or not, there are two of them, with the same spelling.”
I nodded to Sheila as the light bulb came on in my head. And from the look on Anne’s face, she was realizing the same thing.
Sheila had thought of the perfect out. It was true that the other Ann McAlister had come here, and I had even made a wooden toy for her child. My Anne had told me about the mix up with the voicemails, and had said that the other Ann said “hello.”
At the time, we had gotten a good chuckle out of it, and remarked to each other about what a coincidence it was, but I hadn’t even thought to use it as an out against Jim’s campaign to ruin me.
