Second chance

Meg took a deep breath, steadying herself. "Okay, Jeffrey. I won't leave," she said softly.

Jeffrey's eyes widened in disbelief, then lit up with pure joy. "Really? You mean it?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Yes," Meg replied, forcing a small smile. "I'll give you another chance."

Jeffrey's grip on her hands tightened as waves of relief and excitement coursed through him. His body seemed to relax and tense at the same time, shifting his weight.

Meg noticed a change come over him. His eyelids fluttered closed, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. Beads of sweat broke out across his forehead and upper lip. His breathing grew heavier, coming in short pants.

With a start, Meg realized the source of Jeffrey's heightened state. Her eyes inadvertently darted downward, confirming her suspicion. An unmistakable bulge strained against the fabric of his shorts.

Before she could process this development, Jeffrey began leaning in towards her, his lips pursed. Meg's eyes widened in alarm as she realized his intent. At the last second, she jerked her head to the side, causing Jeffrey's attempted kiss to land awkwardly on her cheek instead.

Meg's heart raced as she pulled away, her cheek burning from Jeffrey's misguided kiss. "I said I'd give you another chance, Jeffrey, but that doesn't mean—"

Jeffrey's eyes flashed with determination as he leaned in once more, his lips seeking hers. Meg quickly turned her head, his mouth grazing her ear instead. The humid puff of his breath made her skin prickle uncomfortably.

Undeterred, Jeffrey tried again, tilting his head to follow her movements. Meg ducked lower this time, causing his kiss to land on her forehead. His lips were moist and left a sticky residue on her skin.

In his eagerness, Jeffrey had shifted closer on the couch, nearly pinning Meg against the armrest. She could feel the heat radiating from his doughy body as he pressed against her. His erection strained against his shorts, a damp spot forming where it rubbed insistently on her stomach.

As Jeffrey made another clumsy attempt to capture her lips, Meg jerked backwards, her head hitting the wall with a soft thud. "Whoa, slow down!" she exclaimed, pressing her palms against his chest to create some space between them. "What the hell, Jeffrey?"

Jeffrey's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gazed at Meg. "But don't you see? This is our chance to fulfill all our fantasies together! I've dreamed of this moment for so long."

His hands roamed eagerly over Meg's body as he spoke, fingers trailing along her curves. "We can explore every desire, act out every scenario I've imagined. I have so many ideas..." He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispered explicit details of his fantasies.

Meg recoiled, pushing him away more forcefully. "That is absolutely not what I meant!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp. "I meant I'd give you a chance as a friend, nothing more.

"Please, Meg," Jeffrey pleaded, his eyes wild with desperation. "I've dreamed of this for so long. You don't understand how much I need you."

He reached for her again, his clammy hands grasping at her blouse. Meg scrambled backwards, nearly falling off the couch in her haste to put distance between them. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stood, smoothing her rumpled clothes with trembling hands.

"Jeffrey, stop," she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady.

But Jeffrey wasn't listening. He rose from the couch, his face flushed and eyes glazed with lust. "We're meant to be together, Meg," he insisted, taking a step towards her. "I know everything about you. Your favorite foods, the shampoo you use, even the brand of tampons you buy. We're soulmates."

Meg's heart raced as Jeffrey approached. She turned to flee, but he caught her in a tight embrace from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist. She could feel his hips pressed firmly against her backside, his erection prodding insistently through the fabric of her skirt. His hot, ragged breaths tickled her neck as he leaned in close.

"We'll make beautiful babies together," Jeffrey whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I'll keep you pregnant, your belly swollen with my seed. Our children will be perfect - they'll have your eyes, your smile."

He began to grind against her, his hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm. Meg stood frozen, her mind reeling in shock and revulsion as Jeffrey continued to murmur his depraved fantasies.

"I'll worship your body as it changes, kissing every new curve and stretch mark. We'll make love every night, your breasts heavy with milk..."

Jeffrey's movements grew more frantic, his grip tightening as he rutted against her. Meg could feel the heat of his arousal even through their clothes.

Meg closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out Jeffrey's words, but his voice - that same deep, honeyed tone that had coaxed countless orgasms from her over their late night phone calls - washed over her. Despite her disgust, her traitorous body responded, a familiar warmth blooming low in her belly.

Jeffrey's hand slid down to caress her stomach, his fingers splaying possessively across her abdomen. His hips jerked erratically against her as his excitement mounted.

With a guttural groan, Jeffrey shuddered and went rigid. Meg felt the warm, wet evidence of his release seeping through the fabric between them. He sagged against her, his ragged breathing hot against her neck.

Meg's breath came in short, shallow gasps as Jeffrey's weight pressed against her. His musky scent enveloped her. She could feel the rapid thud of his heart against her chest, the sticky dampness where their bodies met.

Slowly, carefully, Meg extricated herself from Jeffrey's embrace. Her legs trembled as she took a step back, her skin still tingling where he had touched her. She looked at him - really looked at him - for the first time since his unsettling declarations began.

Jeffrey's face was flushed, his eyes glazed with lingering pleasure. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. His clothes were rumpled, a dark stain spreading across the front of his pants. As their eyes met, a lazy, satisfied smile spread across his face.

"That was amazing, baby," he purred. "Just think how good it'll be when we're actually trying to make a baby."

A chill ran down Meg's spine, shocking her out of her daze. Without a word, she turned and fled, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway as she ran. She didn't stop until she reached her apartament, slamming the door and locking it with trembling fingers.

Meg's hands shook as she locked the door behind her, sliding the deadbolt into place with a satisfying click. She leaned against the cool wood, her heart still racing. As the adrenaline began to fade, she became acutely aware of the sticky dampness on her clothes where Jeffrey had pressed against her.

With a shudder of revulsion, Meg peeled off her shirt and skirt, tossing them into the hamper. She stripped off her blouse and undergarments as well, eager to be free of the fabric that clung to her skin, a visceral reminder of Jeffrey's unwanted attentions.

Naked now, Meg padded to the bathroom. She turned the shower on hot, letting steam fill the small space as she examined herself in the mirror. Her skin was flushed, her hair disheveled. She could still feel the phantom press of Jeffrey's hands on her body.

After a long, scalding shower, Meg wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and collapsed onto her bed. She stared at the ceiling, her mind replaying the events of the afternoon in vivid detail.

The chime of her phone startled her from her thoughts. A video message from an "Jake". With a sense of dread, Meg clicked play.

Jeffrey's face filled the screen, his eyes wild with desire. The camera panned down, revealing Meg's forgotten blazer clutched in his hands. He buried his face in the fabric, inhaling deeply. "I can still smell you, Meg," he murmured, his voice husky.

Meg watched, transfixed, as Jeffrey's hand moved below the frame. His breathing grew ragged as he pleasured himself, all the while murmuring her name and describing how he longed to be inside her.

"I'm thinking about your womb, Meg," he groaned. "How it would feel to plant my seed deep inside you."

The video continued, Jeffrey's movements growing more frenzied. Meg's phone vibrated with an incoming message - another video from Jeffrey. Her thumb hovered over the play button, trembling slightly before pressing it.

The new video showed Jeffrey laying her blazer out on his bed, smoothing the fabric reverently. His voice came through breathless: "Oh Meg, I wish this was you." He straddled the garment, grinding against it as he continued his fervent monologue. "Your womb, Meg... I can almost feel it."

Meg felt a rush of heat between her legs. Her free hand drifted down, slipping beneath her legs. On screen, Jeffrey's pace quickened, his words dissolving into guttural moans. With a final cry of "Meg!", he shuddered and collapsed onto the blazer.

The camera panned down to the fabric, revealing a dark, spreading stain. Jeffrey's ragged breathing filled the audio as he rolled onto his side, his hand caressing the blazer.

"Oh Meg," he panted, "I can almost feel your womb cradling my seed." His fingers traced lazy circles on the damp fabric. "So warm, so fertile."

Meg's breath caught in her throat as she watched. Her fingers moved in time with Jeffrey's, circling her most sensitive areas.

Meg's hips rocked in sync with Jeffrey's movements on screen. Her fingers danced over her slick folds, teasing and circling. Warmth pooled in her core as she imagined Jeffrey's hands on her body, his seed spilling inside her.

She slipped two fingers inside, curling them as waves of pleasure radiated outward. Her other hand worked her sensitive bud, building tension with each stroke. On screen, Jeffrey's breathing grew ragged again as he rutted against the damp blazer.

Meg's muscles clenched around her fingers as she neared her peak. She pictured Jeffrey above her, his heavy body pressing her into the mattress as he filled her completely. Her back arched as the first tremors of orgasm washed over her.

She cried out a long moan, her body convulsing in ecstasy.