“Anyway, our conductor is retiring after this season, and we would very much like you to take his place. You wouldn’t be starting until next spring but—”
“Yes,” I nearly shouted, attracting some confused looks. “I’ll do it.”
“Very good. Give me a call on Thursday and we can begin the process.”
“Yes, sir, thank you, sir.”
He gave a nod and disappeared back into the crowd. His card in my hand was the primary evidence that I hadn’t just imagined the entire thing.
In sudden need of a drink, my mouth feeling like a desert, I went over to the refreshment table and slugged back four or five bottled waters.
“Hello, darling,” someone said.
This voice was a lot more familiar.
I’d never done such an obvious double take before as I did when I looked at him, but there was a time and a place for everything.
“No,” I said, closing my eyes, praying it wasn’t all just a dream, “you’re not here, you can’t be here.”
“I’m here,” he said, holding me tight. “It was the first time I could get a flight back. I couldn’t stay away from you. And I couldn’t miss your big concert. It was amazing.”
“Good,” I said, not caring if I sounded like a desperate fool. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you so much, too,” he said. “I came to tell you I love you too.”
Once again, the world fell away into nothingness, time and space losing all meaning. I didn’t even realize we’d left the party until Theo set me down on the bed. I must have been conscious enough to give him directions, because we were back at my place before I knew it.
“You were certainly ready for me,” he said, “without even knowing I was coming.”
My jacket was already off, as were my pants, thrown half-way across the room, clearly by me. Damn right I was ready for him. It was all I’d wanted for almost a month.
“Correct,” I replied.
Theo finished undressing me, kissing his way down from my neck to my knees as he unbuttoned my shirt. Working his way back up, he slid down my panties, and took off my bra, which he managed to get unfastened with one hand.
Laying down flat, I opened my legs, planting my feet on the edge of the bed, like we’d done on the bus. Accepting my invitation, Theo ran his tongue down my belly and between my thighs, where put it to work on my aching pussy.
He lapped at my tender lips until I moaned, beginning to shudder with sweet orgasm.
Recovering quickly, I took his cock in both hands, feeling the gentle throb through the material of his pants. Working around my hands, Theo got his pants off, joining mine on the floor.
I pounced on his cock, half swallowing it in my fiery passion. I’d never taken a guy that deeply before, but I’d already started and wanted to finish.
Easing back a bit to a more comfortable depth, I gave him everything I had, pumping his thick shaft with both hands as I eagerly gulped on his cock. It didn’t take long for Theo to give up his sweet gift. A massive torrent of cum filled my waiting mouth.
As though reading my mind, Theo readjusted my position, putting my legs up over his elbows, and stroked the head of his cock against my lips, preparing to give me what I needed.
“Fuck,” I moaned, as he eased into me inch by inch.
“Fuck is right,” he said. “This feels amazing. I love filling up your little pussy with my huge cock. I’ve missed it so much.”
Getting about half of his full length comfortably inside me, he started to move. Our bodies came together at the same time as our souls. As we were meant to be.
He was all the way inside me now, thrusting in and out while my pussy walls gripped his big, throbbing cock.
After groaning and calling out each other’s names, we came together, me against him and he inside me.
“I have something to tell you,” I said, as we lay together in the hazy warm afterglow.
“What’s that?”
“It’ll come as a surprise, but I thought you should know, and I’ve been wanting to tell you.”
“Don’t keep me in suspense, love.”
“I’m going to have our baby. It’s still in the early days, but the tests are all in agreement. I’m definitely pregnant and it is most definitely yours.”
I was only a little worried about his reaction. I knew it could come as a shock. But something told me he would also be excited.
“Fuck yeah,” he said, looking surprised but happy, just as I’d expected. “I’m going to be a father.”
Epilogue – Becca
We named him Wolfgang.
Wolfgang Varg Adams-Vermeer.
He was born on an unseasonably warm day in late February, a bit early but absolutely fine. He just couldn’t wait to say hello to the world. That was a trait he’d inherited from his dad.