Tyrone arrives with a surprise.

It was almost exactly two when Tyrone knocked on the door. Abbey opened it with a flourish. She had changed into a transparent baby doll, and she’d figured if she didn’t, she might lose her nerves.

“Wow,” Tyrone said, stepping in and closing the door. “Well, this is a little surprise, but I can’t say I’m complaining.”

Abbey blushed. Tyrone was tall and heavily built, obviously muscled, wearing slacks and a t-shirt. She realised he must still be in college, five or ten years younger than her. He was carrying a small bag with him and two bottles of bubbles. “What’s that?” she asked.

Tyrone grinned. “Let’s take a seat,” he said.

Abbey quickly grabbed some glasses as Tyrone sat on the couch. He popped one bottle of bubbles, and when the glasses arrived, he poured two large glasses. “So, firstly, how serious were you about wanting to get knocked up?” he asked.

Abbey took a big drink. “Well, it’s a rather naughty fantasy that both George and I like. But I’m still on the pill, so it’s not an option today.”

Tyrone sipped his bubbles, a knowing smile creeping across his face. “I didn’t tell you what I do for a living, did I?”

Abbey shook her head, and as she did, Tyrone pulled some things out of the bag. There were bottles of pills and things. “I’m studying pharmacy. So, you said you were on the pill?”

Abbey was stunned into silence and sat there for several moments. Tyrone laughed. “It’s all up to you, but this is St. John's Wort; it speeds up the breakdown of estrogen and can reduce the effectiveness of the pill by up to 20%. This is Rifaprim, and it reduces the body's absorption of estrogen. And this is Clomid, it increases your progesterone levels and make your ovulations stronger.”

Abbey picked up one of the bottles, “You mean, if I take these, I could get pregnant?”

Tyrone nodded and took another sip of wine. “Depending on where you are in your cycle.”

He was staring at her, and she felt compelled to return his stare. “I’m due for my period in two weeks,” she said.

Tyrone’s smile grew, his teeth shining through the gap in his dark lips. “Well, that’s about perfect. Do you take your pill in the morning?” Abbey shook her head, and Tyrone groaned. “Well, educated guess, if you take these now, and tomorrow, your pill will be less than 50% effective.”

Abbey shuddered, she felt like she could almost cum. “You’re serious?” He nodded. “I can’t just do this, I would need to talk to George first.”

Tyrone nodded. “I understand. So, I said I was hanging out for a taste. How about you call hubby and get comfy, and I will repay what you did earlier?”

Without thinking, Abbey reached for her phone and turned to get more comfortable on the couch, spreading her legs slowly.

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