Better than before...

There is a long, long silence, before Alex says, simply, "Whoa." He slowly puts the phone down on the stand, and stares at the floor.

You let out a small sigh, trying not to draw his attention for a few more moments. You take the last tissue from beside his bed and with one long swipe up your leg to your crotch, mop up the creamy fluid so as not to stain the dress when you sit down. Taking Alex's hand, you settle in beside him, pressing yourself close and resting your chin on his shoulder. You plant a small kiss just below his ear, and wait for him to break the silence, the tense nervousness of uncertainty gnawing at you. You need him to say the right thing now.... "Come on, baby. Don't let me down... don't-"

"My parents are gonna freak." Well, it could have been worse. He's right, of course. His parents are very, very conventional, and an 'Oops' baby at the age of eighteen would definitely fall outside their idea of acceptable. The fact that, due to some kind of magic, it's with the kid they've known all their lives as John is going to be beyond the pale. They'll probably see the Devil at work here, somewhere, and you have a horrible feeling it'll be you who gets the blame.

"Mmm. Not looking forward to how your folks react. I'm hoping mine won't take it too hard."

"So, uh... you're gonna have a baby."

"Yes. I am. I'm hoping there's going to be a 'we' or 'us' in your next sentence, big guy."

He turns and stares at you blankly.

"We... what do you mean?"

"Jesus fucking christ Alex. How are you so dense? This. Baby. Is. Your. Doing. You made it, and I'm really, really hoping that you're not going to leave me to handle all of this on my own. Fuck, it's not like I had 'impending motherhood' in my future plans yesterday morning any more than you had of being a dad, but you just had to -" you grab his sticky, floppy cock just roughly enough to make him jump, "- stick this thing in me, and ignore me begging you to pull out, and here we are: Mom and Dad to some tiny bundle of cells in my 27-hours old uterus."

His dumbfounded silence remains broken only by the merest hint of human language for a good few minutes while you rant at him. Gradually you realize that he is basically just staring at your tits, with only the occasional glance up at your eyes, and a change of approach starts to form in your mind.

"Look, Alex." You snap your fingers to draw his eyes back up. "Think about it this way: Yes, you've made a baby inside me. Yes, you've made sure that I'm stuck in this body for the rest of my life. Yes, these things make me really, really mad at you. But here's the good part for you: I'm horny all of the fucking time. This body is completely infatuated with you. If you want it, you've basically created yourself a fucktoy who can't keep her hands off you despite thinking you're not much better than the scum of the earth right now." You notice at last that you still have his prick in your hand, now a raging hardon due to the handjob you've been giving him for the last two minutes. He's got his hands on you, now, peeling your dress back down and letting both tits free at last. "Wait, Alex... wait..." you pant with difficulty. With a huge effort of willpower, you stand up abruptly, pushing him back onto the bed.

Trying to look him in the eyes and not at his mighty cock and gorgeous body, you deliver your ultimatum.

"Alex. You don't get to touch me ever again if you don't promise, right here, to help me take care of this baby." You are trying desperately to ignore the clenching need between your legs. "Be with me throughout all of this, and I will be yours, because god help me I really, really want to be. I'll be your girlfriend, your slut... or your fucking wife if that's what you want. I just need you... need you to be mine and not leave me alone with this baby... ... Alex, please..."

"Yes," he manages to say, choked up with lust and emotion. "Yes, babe. I'm not going anywhere. Let's have this baby together."

You practically collapse onto him with relief. You're frantically pulling the little yellow dress over your head as his warm hands reach around your hips and grab your ass. In a few moments you are as naked as he is, and the two of you roll over. Your legs part against the needy thrust of his knee and then there he is, his taut, muscular body looming over you as he leans on one arm, the other holding you up with his hand splayed widely under your shoulder blades. You have one hand on his back and the other on his neck. You pull yourself up towards him, receiving his fierce kiss and insistent tongue with passionate intensity of your own.

With a small movement of his hips, he is once again at your tiny opening. Your eager lips yield to him and he thrusts all the way until his heavy balls rest against the cleft of your ass. Once more you feel that every possible gap inside you has been filled, and as he begins to move back and forth your pussy feels every tiny detail: the upward curve, the flaring width, each pulsing vein, the sharp ridge of the head. Each time he withdraws almost completely, causing sparks to flare from the sensitive opening. He pauses there, allowing your aching tunnel to collapse for a moment before filling you again, again, again.

Your hands are on his chest, his arms, his face. You kiss every muscle you can reach. Your legs are spread so wide that they lie flat on the bed to either side of you, as you try to open yourself to him even more, to let him go deeper. Gradually his movements change. He has both arms under your back now, his big hands grasping your shoulders from behind. He is not withdrawing so far now. Instead his thrusts are confined to your deepest reaches, with a growing pace and shorter movements, accompanied by gasping, grunting and a look of **** ecstasy on his face. His animalistic rutting pushes you over the edge into a tumbling series of spasms which surge from your groin, pulsing through you, causing your back to arch, your arms to grasp him tighter, and your legs to curl around his hips, locking him in as at long last he jerks into you with finality and you feel his spurting seed splash against your fluttering cervix.

He slackens, his weight squashing your breasts against you. His lazy lips offer kisses to your cheek, neck and ear sending shivers through your upper body. You have one hand on the back of his head, cradling him in the crook of your neck. You take a deep breath, and are assaulted with the tang of your combined sweat and juices - a heady mix of pheromones and cum that you find intoxicating. You growl throatily into his ear, before shifting away from him far enough that you can look at his face.

The fingers of one hand meet his, and you entwine them together. He grins at you with his dopey, lopsided smile, and kisses your forehead. Slowly you see his eyes close and he slumps to the side, asleep. The shift in his weight pulls his dick out of you, leaving an anguished emptiness which you can feel gradually close. You almost can't believe that he's asleep already, despite being unsurprised due to your experience of it from the other side. You're going to have to beat that out of him.

You draw yourself reluctantly from your sleeping lover and pad downstairs in a borrowed bathrobe to stand Gwen down. She gives you a big hug and sneaks away, making you promise to give details when you see her tonight. You help yourself to a glass of juice before taking a quick shower and slipping back into bed beside Alex and drifting off into a warm, contended sleep.