Comfort Dick With Old College Professor

I had done several pregnancy tests at home and they all said the same thing, ya girl was pregnant. And it seemed from the moment I had taken those tests; my pregnancy symptoms went into overdrive.

I made an appointment to see my doctor on Monday. When she walked into the exam room where I sat, she had an awkward smile, “So, September 13th.”

“Yeah, how could I be pregnant if I’m on the pill?”

She sighed and smiled, “Well, we sent you a few emails telling you to come back into the office because there was a problem with your birth control. I figured since you weren’t sexually active that you just didn’t care.”

My head started throbbing. I wasn’t sexually active but since September I had been fucking up a storm, “What kind of problem and I don’t even read emails.”

She chuckled, “You should start.” She stood and washed her hands, “all of the pills were placebos, so basically it was as if you weren’t on any contraceptives.”

I lay back and she examined me, “Yes, definitely pregnant.” She smiled, “I’m so excited for you. I had no idea you were even seeing anyone.”

I almost shit a brick. I had no idea how I was going to tell my parents or this guy that just left me that I was pregnant. “Baby should be due June 20, 2022.”

I left her office with prenatal vitamins, a bunch of appointments, and a headache. I gave myself two days to process the information and finally, on Wednesday, I went to Mario’s house after work. I saw his truck parked outside. I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. It opened and a beautiful Latina stood before me. She looked to be pregnant, at least four months.

“Yes, can I help you?” she asked in Spanish.

My face cracked. I heard Mario shout from the back, “Who is it?” he walked up behind her and our eyes met. I stared at him with contempt and walked off. I heard the door close. Before I got to my car, I heard my name, “Lelani.”

I turned to him with tears in my eyes, “You’re a fucking liar.”

“Look this happened before—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I said through my teeth. “I don’t care when it happened. It’s the fact that you made up that stupid ass fucking argument to break up with me instead of just being honest.” I turned to walk away, but stopped, “Did you even love me?”

He was about to respond, but I stopped him, “You know what, I don’t even care any more congratulations.” I got in my car and sped off.

When I got home, I blocked him on everything. My cut-off game was strong. He would not know anything about me or my child.

***

On Friday, I worked all morning on paperwork. Then I remembered I had to meet my old college professor Greg at his house for a job. I didn’t feel like going. I almost canceled, but then I thought, hmmm, comfort dick. Maybe a good fuck was what I needed to take my mind off things. I was already pregnant so why the fuck not.

I made my way over to his place that afternoon. He had purchased a nice property overlooking the bay. I entered his home. It was lovely and spacious, “So, what vibe did you want to go for?” I asked.

He stared at me, “Um, not sure, would you like something to drink?”

“Um, no. I’m fine.”

“Sure? I have a great bottle of white wine I got earlier was hoping you could celebrate my new home.”

I nodded and looked around, “I remembered how you loved African art. You had a lot of pieces in your office.”

He nodded, “Yeah. I do. I still have a lot of those. My stuff arrives tomorrow.”

“So I can look at those pieces and see what colors I can use to make the space pop. I think it will be nice once I’m done.” I accidentally let out a yawn, “Lord, excuse me.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He placed his arm on my shoulder, “Sure? I know this may seem crazy, but I do still care about you.”

I chuckled, “I’m sure.”

“Seriously.”

“Look, I honestly just want to fuck right now.”

His eyes widened, “Um okay.” He stepped close to me and placed his hands in my hair and began kissing me. I felt like that twenty-year-old all over again. He paused and looked into my eyes and then it was on.

He pulled down my dress and sucked my nipples. I felt his cock through his pants as he pushed against me. “Do you have condoms?” I asked.

“Um, no.”

“What?”

“I haven’t been sexually active.”

I gave him the, why is you lying face to which he replied, “I’m being truthful aren’t you on the pill?”

“No.” I sighed. I was being irrational. “This is crazy. I can’t do this.”

“Wait, don’t leave. I can run out and get the condoms. You look around the house and get ideas. I’ll be right back.”

I watched him leave quickly. He must have not had any ass in a hot minute if he was willing to do all that. I walked around and got some ideas for decorating his place.

I figured it would be a simple job. As I stood in his would-be office, I remembered losing my virginity on his office sofa. I remembered how he taught me how to ride his cock as he sat in his office chair and told me to slide my pussy up and down his shaft, “Like that. Just like that,” as he held onto my ass.

His cock was huge, he rarely wore condoms when we fucked back then, which was the main reason I got on the pill. My first, Dr. St. James. I heard the door open and shut, “I’m back.” He smiled.

He walked over to where I stood and began kissing me. I looked down and saw his cock pushing through his pants and smiled. At that moment, I just wanted dick. It meant nothing. I undid his pants and stroked him.

“My sweet Lelani,” he whispered. That’s what he called me the first time he pressed his way inside of me and wiped the tears from my eyes. I watched him cover his massive cock with the condom. Before he penetrated, “Wait,” he said and went down between my legs.

He pulled down my panties and I felt his tongue tracing down below and his fingers pushing, “God, you’re so wet.”

Drink up, I thought to myself. I reached down and buckled as felt the wave travel across my body, “Shit!” I had almost forgotten how good he was. He stood wiping his chin and pulled me close to him. He lifted my leg. Then I felt his cock push inside, “Ooooh fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Just like I remember.”

Familiar good dick was just as good as familiar good pussy. We knew each other. He knew what I liked and I knew how he liked it. We fucked standing and I had another orgasm.

Then we fucked on the stairs. Then we ended up on a blanket in his room with me riding his cock. When it was done, I rolled off of him and stared at the ceiling. The funny thing about comfort dick was it made me feel good at the moment, but afterward, I was quickly flung back to my reality.

I was about to be a mother. The father had no idea. My heart was broken. I still had to tell my parents. And I had just fucked the one man that nearly ruined me. I was a train wreck. I sat up.

“You can stay the night.”

“I would but I have a client tomorrow morning. I’ll send you some pictures of options tomorrow.”

He walked over to me and lifted my chin, “I meant what I said. I do still care about you.”

Now I didn’t know how to respond. I honestly didn’t feel anything like that for him. And I didn’t want to lead him on, “This was just sex.”

He nodded.

“I’ll understand if you want someone else to do the job, but I don’t want to get involved. I have too much going on right now.”

“No. It’s fine. I get it. I did hurt you.”

When he said that, a weight lifted off of me. My mother had once told me, “Sometimes you have to be okay with an apology you’ll never receive.” And for the most part, therapy had helped me be okay with not receiving an apology from Greg. But hearing him acknowledge his bull shit did make me feel better, “Thank you for saying that.” I hugged him.

“I look forward to seeing what you come up with.”