Kissing my way along her soft, warm body, I worked my way back up to her mouth, kissing her lips deeply. I was in position to slide my cock inside her.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yes, please!”
Consent given, I slid the head of my cock against her pussy before easing it in her, getting in about halfway before she started to look uncomfortable. I eased back a bit, Shae’s entire body relaxing as though breathing a sigh of relief, letting me know that my first instinct had been correct. Giving her a moment to get used to the feeling, I started to move, working in her slowly. Shae’s pussy tightened around me, seeming to not want to let go. The longer I pumped, the more relaxed Shae got, letting me pick up speed, building up to a steady, moderate rhythm. She moaned and gasping with delight as I fucked her.
She felt so good it didn’t take long for both of us to cum. I slipped two fingers inside her to assist with her orgasm while getting my cock to her mouth to deliver a second helping of the cum she honestly seemed to love.
Massaging her pussy while she came down, I repositioned Shae so I could get on the bed next to her. Kissing lovingly, we embraced until we fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
Shae
Time is an imprecise thing. Physicists and philosophers have been working on the time question for centuries and have still barely started to understand it. It seemed unlikely then that any one of them could explain to me how three weeks, nearly a month, could go by so damn fast.
Once out meet-cute was set, Chris and I kept dating, and fucking, casually for the next three weeks until the reunion. Each passing day seemed like another tick of the Doomsday Clock. Not only because I was basically marking time before I had to see Ellis again, something I swore I would never do, but also because I had no idea what would happen with Chris when it was over. Would we stay together? Or get more serious? Break apart entirely?
One thing I did know was that it was starting to feel a lot more than casual. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fictional life we had built together, particularly the house and the kids, and it seemed more like a possibility. I only wished we were on the same page in terms of our relationship and not in what seemed like a Friends-With-Benefits situation. It just felt like we were so in tune. I was happy where we were but saw the potential for so much more.
Change came on quick, as was often the case, and unexpectedly. I just thanked my lucky stars that my bedroom had an on-suite. I doubted I would have made it down the hall if push came to shove, which it just had. Last night’s midnight snack was liberating itself from me. I was ridiculously hungry recently.
Jeepers showed his support by meowing as loud as he could and scratching at my leg through my sweatpants while I was doubled over. It was the third time that week. I would have loved to pretend that I didn’t know what was happening, but I had been a nurse too long to not recognize the signs. My mind spun, trying to figure out how it had happened. Chris and I hadn’t really used condoms, but we had also been pretty careful. Except when I had been on top and hadn’t been able to get off him in time. That would be it. He had cum in me.
Hauling myself up from the cold porcelain, I shambled into the bedroom and tried to make myself look halfway presentable to polite society. I had the day off from the hospital, a rare mercy indeed, and there just happened to be a big box drug store on my block. I knew better than to trust any single commercial pregnancy test entirely, so I got four from different brands, the consensus being the final proof. I got a bit of a sideways look from the clerk, but he held his tongue, leaving the jokes no doubt rioting in his head unspoken.
I stared at the positive results, my mind reeling with what to do. Should I tell Chris? Would he be happy, or would it scare him away entirely? He had been the one who brought up baby names, seeming to have given it some thought. Though that could have just been him getting into the act. He was nothing if not organized. I wanted to tell him but didn’t want to risk losing him and decided to keep it quiet for the moment.
Chris was early to the coffee shop, coming as a surprise to no one. Already sitting with a large hot chocolate, going over a binder of art drafts because, of course he was.