Only a few moments...

There's a humid body on top of you. She's breathing softly; her hushed breaths barely audible.

You wish you didn't have to, but something is urging you to stand. Strangely, getting out from under your best friend does nothing to wake her.

"Is she alright?" you wonder... somehow, you think she is.

Looking down at your naked friend, your pussy is already getting aroused again. Your knees tremble at little. She's so ****... with cum leaking out of her cute pussy and her nipples still poking upwards... rock solid.

Still, as sexy as she is, she looks exhausted. She's burning up and her breathing is irregular and quick –– she could use some rest. Is she sick?

Concerned, you find the strength to lift her and stumble down her steps to the kitchen, where her basement lies. If only Hana had an air conditioner... You push open the door with your foot and nearly fall down those stairs – but make it to the bottom unscathed.

You switch on the light and find a clear space against the wall, setting Hana's body there.

With haste, you produce a cold washcloth and place it on Hana's forehead.

Rummaging through Hana's medicine cabinet reveals a thermometer, however, even after several tries, it still gives you the same temperature. She doesn't have a fever.

"I guess... it's nothing to worry about, then," you conclude.

But you still stick by Hana's side. And with good reason, she's getting worse. Her breathing is getting more labored. Her sweating has slowed, but she's still slick.

In-fact... the musk is palpable. Hana's sex is where your eyes fixate in the dim light.

So far, you've counted eighty brown pubic hairs on Hana's delicious mound.

It's gradual, but Hana begins to recover her cognizance. Just in time too, she wakes to find your fingers buried deep in your crotch.

Neither of you know how long you've been down here. You think it's been only a few hours, but maybe the sun has set?

It's interesting to note that in this indefinite amount of time, Hana's stomach has started growing. It's a sexy curve that complements her shapely hips.

You think you know what's happening and it's making you really excited. Your breathing is almost as noisy as Hana's.

But you're afraid to consciously act on this hope. What if you're wrong? You can't be, but the possibility prevents you from going delirious with perverted delight: Hana's pregnant. Hana's pregnant.

Hana's bleary eyes look down at the bulge in her body, but the change doesn't register. Instead she's trying to understand what happened and where she is. The basement doesn't offer much light, barely enough for you to see each other.

Juice runs down from your thighs and down the legs of the chair you're sitting in. Your fingers are making damp noises, so it's understandable that Hana's attentions would gravitate there.

Deep within you, you question how you can be secreting so much fluid. You never used to... can humans even excrete such a watery arousal? You haven't even drank that much water... when was the last time you ate? Days, it seems.

Hana finally speaks, although it's strained. It's the voice she used to use for gossip or when she was confiding something in you. The voice when you were less intimate.

"You... Naomi... you... me... what did you... Why?"

Your butt thrusts back, legs spread wide apart; you're cumming, again, for the nth time today.

"Hana-chan..." you sigh, your daydream fading away.

White cum spurts from your pussy, leaping into the wall parallel to you. Three more spurts later, the weakest one has just enough **** to land on Hana's outstretched legs.

Hana, although still not totally available in mind or body, is morbidly fascinated by your orgasm.

Despite how badly you'd been distracted (or "goodly", as the case may have been), you'd heard her words clearly.

"I don't know... but I wanted to... I needed to... I thought..." your answer fades from your mind... you can't remember it... then suddenly, you can't understand the question anymore.

Why?

You had to, that's why. You don't know why. It's like asking, "Why does one live?"

You look back at Hana, a saucy smile spreading on your reddened face, "You're just way too sexy, Hana-chan..."

Hana's eyes bore into your drunken stare.