The Baby Maker’s Club

“You could’ve just said my name a few times.”

That’s when I realize what I’m here for my … what do I call it? A date? An insemination? I cringe at the last one.

His eyebrows raise and he grins. Oh, right. He doesn’t know my name. I don’t know his name either. “I’m sorry,” I say with a sigh. “I must have dozed off and forgotten where I was.”

“It’s all right,” he says and settles onto the bed.

I stretch my neck. I fell asleep so quickly, the odd angle I’ve been in has left my neck stiff.

“How has your day been so far?” he asks.

“It was fine, thank you.”

I feel awkward. Not sure what to do with my hands, so I fix my hair, then stuff them in my pockets.

“You seem tense.”

I really look at him for the first time since I woke up. Now that my nerves are starting to settle, I notice different details about him. I was worried that I wouldn’t be attracted to him, but that’s definitely not going to be a problem once I start to pay attention. He has thick dark hair, a straight Romanesque nose, a strong jaw and perfect white teeth. He checks all the boxes of your typical handsome man. But there’s nothing at all typical about the way he looks. There’s something very comforting about his smile, a warmth that immediately makes me relax. It’s slightly crooked, and there’s a scar on his bottom lip that stretches down onto his chin. His eyes are a soft shade of green and there are creases around the skin of his eyes that make me think he smiles and laughs a lot. I don’t know what it is about him, but just his presence puts me at ease.

“Something wrong with your neck?” he asks as I continue to try and stretch out the clinched muscle.

“I fell asleep at a weird angle.”

“May I?” he says and leans toward me. I swallow hard. I know he is going to touch me. That’s what I’m here for, but I guess I didn’t realize just how nervous I would be about it. Not only nervous, but now that I’m in the quiet room with him, in the candlelight, I’m excited. He’s so beautiful it practically takes my breath away.

I nod and he moves across the bed. When his hands grip my shoulders again, I take in a deep breath and tense even more.

He lets out a low chuckle. “Relax.”

As he starts to really dig into the muscle, I let out an involuntary moan. It feels incredible. My muscles turn to putty under his capable hands. He moves even closer to me until I feel his warmth and smell the spicy scent of his cologne. His hands are so strong. I start to imagine what it would feel like with his fingers rubbing other places. My panties are wet in seconds at the thought. When his lips touch my neck, I jump. He chuckles again and brings his mouth to my ear. “Shhh…relax. I’m not going to bite,” he whispers. With his warm breath on my neck, I practically melt into him. It’s all happening so fast. It feels so … different. I want to say wrong because this isn’t how things normally go, but wrong is not the right word. Nothing about him touching me feels wrong. In fact, it’s beginning to feel very, very right.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, and I wonder if he’s instructed to say things like that or if he actually means it. I try not to dwell on it. If he’s actually attracted to me, I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

As he rubs my shoulders, I put my hand on top of his and start to caress his fingers to let him know I’m ready for more. He takes my hand and kisses the top of it like a true gentleman. I find it endearing and old fashioned. And a little funny considering what we’re about to do. I bet they didn’t have baby-making clubs back in the day. I guess they didn’t really have too many single mothers then either. Times have changed.

He reaches around to unbutton my shirt. Goosebumps scatter across my body, my heart races, and my breathing changes when his fingertips touch my bare skin. Oh shit, I can’t believe this is happening.

Once my shirt is off, he moves his hands down my arms. He’s so gentle with me, though I know with the size of those hands, he could bend me to his will with little effort. I’m happy with the gentle touching, but when I think about him having his way with me, taking charge, I get turned on.

I turn to face him, and when I do, his eyes search my face, and then land on my breasts. I wore a black lacy bra and panties. I guess it was the right choice because he lets out a deep sound of approval. He touches the sides of my face and moves toward me until our lips touch. It’s the slightest kiss, but it sends a ripple of excitement through me. I pull back a bit, slightly confused.