To the kitchen!

You head into the kitchen and see Alex sitting at the table, looking out the window. He looks at you as you come in. His eyebrows lifting in surprise.

"Are those your sister's clothes?"

You grab a bottle of water from the fridge and sit down in the chair across from him. "Yeah. My clothes don't exactly fit anymore, remember? I'm just glad that I turned out to be pretty close in size to her."

"Right." After that pithy remark, you both lapse into silence.

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Man this was awkward. What are you even supposed to say in this situation? 'Sorry I turned into a girl and teased you into fucking the hell out of me?'

You feel your face flush and your body heat up as memories come roaring back. You take a quick drink of the ice cold water to distract yourself, wishing it was a beer. Wait, no, that's probably the last thing you need right now. You set the bottle back down and cough.

"So!"

"So," he responds.

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"Man, this is awkward."

He lets out a shaky laugh, "Yeah, no kidding."

You laugh a little at the break in the tension, your chuckle more high-pitched than you are used to. Alex starts to smile, stops, and gets a serious look on his face.

"So what are you going to do?"

You let out a long sigh. "That's a good fucking question, dude. I've got to find a way to deal with this for the rest of the next two days."

"Can't you just lock yourself in your room and ride it out?"

You're already shaking your head. "The woman on the phone told me not to try it, that this body is going to start craving some attention. I was thinking of telling her to go fuck herself and doing it anyway, just taking care of any needs myself. Then you showed up and, well, we saw how that turned out."

Alex's face goes pink at the reminder, awkwardly looking away from you. Heh. "Ah. So that's why you..."

"Ended up licking your cock until you came all over my tits?" You ask brightly. Alex goes from pink to red in a second. You can't help but grin at his expression. "Pretty much. I mean, all I wanted to do at first was have a little fun jerking you around, not end up jerking you off. I even let you win the first couple rounds to get you worked up." Alex looks back at you at that, his expression dubious. "No really. But then you started beating me for real and I kept swearing that I could win the next round. Before I knew it, it was down to my underwear--" you refuse to call them panties, "--and my body was so worked up, I couldn't think straight. About the only thing left in my mind at that point was not getting pregnant."

Alex looks uncomfortable at that reminder. "Yeah. About that. Sorry, dude. If I had known--I never would have--I mean, I wasn't thinking clearly--I mean, that's no excuse but--"

"Alex! Stop. Take a breath, man. It's not your fault, I started that mess. If anything had happened, it would have been on me."

You both stop talking. The kitchen is silent save for the humming of the refrigerator and the ticking of the wall clock. You take a look at it. Forty-four hours now. A little over an hour ago the man across the table from you was between your-- Fuck. All this talk has gotten your head filled with those memories. You feel really hot under the collar already; it's taking most of your self-control not to think about Alex bending you over the table and--

Your head slumps down, hitting the table with a hard thump. How are you supposed to survive these next two days if you can't even go more than seven seconds without thinking about sex! At this rate you are to end up impregnated by midnight.

You hear Alex start to get up from the table. "John, are you okay?" Without lifting your head from the table, you hold a hand up to stop him.

"Not really. Just contemplating my inevitable future life as a teenage mother."

"Oh. Um, sorry. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

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