A cuddle fest and some talking

You and Andrea are together in the bed. The two of you stripped naked... After that however, you are simply holding each other as if neither of you is truly certain if the other is there. It seems surreal to have the woman who is arguably your first love in your bed. Now you understand why Sara was so excited about this... and why she wanted you to verbally tell her about it. This was a serious event, so much emotion. There was sadness and elation... grief... lust... even perhaps love. It could lead to so many changes in your life. You were excited to be around Andrea, and not just sexually. This feeling was one of contentment... fulfillment... maybe bliss. You definitely felt apprehension, a part of you was worried there might be another shoe to drop.

Andrea dozed against your chest. You kiss her head. She smells a mixture of her own scent and the lake. You take it in as you hold her against you. So she wanted to try having a baby... and she wanted you to be the father... She probably had no idea that you were something of a breeding fetishist. Not that you didn't enjoy other sex... it just did something for you when you thought of a woman taking in a nice hot load of baby batter... and then slowly baking a bun in her oven... especially if you were the baker who got to give her said batter.

"So... would you like to... call me crazy if you want... maybe... start dating?" you ask breaking the silence.

Andrea looks pleased with the thought and playfully asks, "Oh... you mean you don't just want to be a stud horse for a hot filly like me?"

"Well... It does sound hot... I can't really say that I don't like that thought... but... I wouldn't forgive myself if that's all that I got out of you reappearing in my life. I lost you once. I don't want it to happen again..."

"D'aw..." she says, "you're adorkable..."

"Thanks... I think..."

"It was a compliment handsome..." she says as her slim hand explores and touches your chest. There is a look of fascination as her fingers walk across your torso, as if she isn't sure just how far you'll let her go and she wants to see.

"You know that tickles."

"I was wondering if you were still ticklish," she ways wickedly but she stops and cranes her head up. Her face has taken on an expectant look as she's closed her eyes and slightly pursed her lips. You oblige and tilt your head towards hers for another kiss.

"I think I might love you..."

"Me too..." she says with a contented sigh and then rests her head on your chest again.

You have something of a nagging doubt for a moment... you debate with yourself to ask Andrea something which might sour the mood. But... better to get it out into the open now instead of it coming out later. "Would you be alright if our relationship wasn't exclusive?"

She raises an eyebrow at that. "Oh? You really do want to be treated like a stud then?"

"Not exactly... I just... like lots of partners and want to share them all with you... that is if your door swings that way..."

Andrea smiles and says, "I'm not unopposed to sharing... just so long as I get as much as I want... that goes for women as well as men."

That's a relief you think. Now you could quite literally have your cake and eat it too... "So... a baby..."

She nods, "Yep. Yours preferably..." she rolls onto her back and shows off her trim body. It's been sculpted by her PT regimen. The only real fat on her is her breasts which are look comfortably large enough to fit in your hand. Her flat stomach looks amazing... it'll look even more amazing once it's swollen and stretched taught as a drum with your child growing inside. You find your hand brushing against her tummy as you think about that.

"That would be nice," you say with a hunger in your eyes. "I fucking love pregnant women..."

"Oh? Does Mr. Stud Horse like the idea of a stable of filly's all fat with his foals?"

You nod at that... but it wasn't necessary. She can see another part of you swelling up at the idea. Her fingers move to brush gently against your rapidly engorging penis.

She gets a pouty look on her face. "Sadly... Mr. Stud Horse can't breed this hot little filly yet... She won't be in season until around the wedding... but... we could still practice if you'd like..."

You lean in for another kiss, and practice for most of the night before falling asleep in each others arms.