You're eating for two

After that last amazing night, you could barely walk for the following few days. You also had to deal with a steady oozing of his cum for at least another two days, which ruined multiple of your favorite pieces of underwear. In preparation for the next poker day, you even went ahead to buy a couple of scented candles, romantic decor, and you actually cleaned your room and moved all the old clothes into a neat pile.

However, Frank didn't come by. According to your father, he was busy with a project at work and couldn't make it. Aw man...

You repeat the same routine the following week however and are once again full of anticipation, except that you're once again let down by the fact that Frank didn't join the weekly poker ritual. Of course you are grumpy, even though you knew you didn't quite have the right to - it's not like the two of you were officially in a relationship. While you were sitting in front of your computer to play a few more hours of Skytrim, you eventually notice... wasn't it time?

You instantly get off your chair and walk to your wardrobe, staring at your calendar and the markings that are tracking your cycle. You should've had your period already two days ago! You're late! Just to be on the safe side, you look down and slide the crotch of your underwear aside. Your pussy still looked pretty defeated, but there was not a drop of blood. Shit!

Full of panic, you grab the phone and your dad's work folder, and call Frank to explain the situation to him. At first he tries to get you to hang up, until you drop the bomb on him about how you're afraid that he might've gotten you pregnant. "Relax, strawberry. I'll come by and take care of you, it's nothing to worry about."

You were a nervous wreck while waiting for him to arrive, and ate pretty much all the remaining slices of your birthday cake. When he did finally arrive, you ran right into his arms for a hug while he simply chuckled. "What's so funny," you ask with a frown while looking up at him.

"Nothing, just happy for you. You'll make a fine mother," he replied so oddly charming and positive. He bends down, slings an arm under your knees and the other around your back and lifts you right off the ground. "Eeep!" you protest, but he carries you right back to your bedroom - the place where you may have conceived his offspring. In no time he's got your underwear off, his jeans unzipped, and he takes you on all fours while keeping your face firmly pressed against the pillow. "Ahnn, nnnh!" Every eager push coaxes another sound out of you considering you didn't even have a chance to get wet first. Before you manage that, Frank already helps you out by groaning and lubricating your pussy with his rich sperm, multiple sticky spurts of the stuff splashing against your pink insides.

After taking a minute to recover, he speaks up again. "Sorry strawberry, didn't manage to hold that one back... it's hot, you've got our child growing in your belly." Instead of making you happy, you once again start to feel upset. Thankfully Frank didn't notice. He was already busy packing some of your things while you give him a confused stare.

"What, it's time to celebrate this some more. You're gonna move in with me," he points out, and you feel a mixture of shock and happiness. You really didn't want to leave home, but Frank was kind of a fun guy. He might even be a good boyfriend... and uggh... maybe a good father. You reluctantly start helping him, packing a couple bags with clothes before the two of you start driving to his place. For as long as your parents are at work, you still had some more time to think of a way to explain this to them, too. For now, the only reminder you left at home was a stain of cum on your bed sheets.