You promise Chloe

Your confidence is fading in the afterglow. Chloe’s pretty face looks so serious. You suddenly feel self-conscious about still being inside her. You pull your waning cock out of Chloe’s pussy. Her tight hole tugs your sensitive skin to the end of your shaft, trying to keep you inside.

“Did you hear me?” Chloe asks as you take a step back, trying not to squirm under her gaze. “Can you promise me that you’ll treat those girls well?” Chloe crosses her arms under her big tits, lifting them up. Her face is flushed, and milk drips from her hard nipples. Your cum is beginning to slide out of her soaked pussy.

“Sorry. Yes, of course, I promise.” You stand there awkwardly as Chloe seems to examine you for a moment, looking for signs of insincerity.

“Don’t say sorry when it feels good. Say thanks,” Chloe smiles again. Thank God, she believed you.

“Thanks! You were really good, Chloe!” you blurt out. Chloe watches a long strand of your cum drip out of her cunt and into the grass. She stands up from the wall.

“You’re welcome, it was good for me too,” she jokes, “so are you coming to the party now?”

“Yes, of course I’ll go!” You’d go anywhere with Chloe, now.

“Good, it’s just this way,” Chloe beckons you. You walk side by side down the concrete path, the nighttime breeze cooling your damp genitals. You’re barely watching where you’re going. Chloe’s tits are bouncing with every step. You want to suck them… while holding her close. You want to hold Chloe and never let go, and you didn’t even know her earlier today.

Your first moment of real quiet together, walking in the warm night air with only the sounds of nature and the distant echo of music, is unbearable. You say:

“Um-” and Chloe interrupts you with:

“So-”. You both stop, waiting for the other to speak.

“I-”

“Well-”

“Go ahead, you first!” Chloe finally replies, waiting for you.

“Did you really get pregnant just then?” You look at Chloe’s smooth, white stomach under the light of the lamps lining the path, and you can’t see any indication. All the notes and demonstrations from your training mentioned a meter appearing on the girl’s belly saying how pregnant she was.

“Well, I’m not sure yet. I disabled my meter for tonight, because it’s more fun to try and tell by feel,” Chloe places her hand on her belly, her other hand feeling her tit. “If I am pregnant, it’s probably too early to tell. I know guys like to see signs that they’ve gotten us pregnant, but I really think that kind of thing makes a girl lose touch with her own body, you know? Motherhood just feels so much more natural when it greets you with a feeling or a slight swelling in your tummy or your tits, instead of a percentage sign. My friend Rachel, she swears she can tell the exact moment she gets pregnant from Martin, that she can feel the implantation. I think that’s not possible, but she swears it.”

Wow, you had no idea that Chloe was so passionate about this sort of thing. She looks so young, not like a mother at all. But now that you think about it, she’s probably had more babies than she can count. And none of them were yours.

“So,” Chloe begins, “my turn. What do you like to do for fun? Do you like parties?”

“Um, no, I never really went to parties.” You were rarely invited, and you often flaked at the last minute. “I ran track, and I played video games.”

“Really? I did track too!” Chloe replied. “There were no boys on my track team, though. I went to an all-girls school. What events did you run in?”

“I did a little bit of everything,” you shrug. You trained hard, but you just weren’t that fast. Coach put you in whatever event needed an extra body. You can hear the music getting louder. The only party you ever went to, you could barely speak to anyone. “Uh, Chloe, what kind of party is this?”

“Oh, the parties in the park are the best!” Chloe explains, “they aren’t anything like outside parties. I mean, of course, there’s no ****. But everyone dances and talks and fucks like no tomorrow anyway! I wish people could have had fun without drinking outside the Fort, I never cared for it.”

“That does sound good,” you reply. You only drank a few times in your life.

“Yeah, and on a night like tonight, a lot of the girls will be looking to meet you and the other new guys. You might find someone special!” Chloe teases, as you continue down the path. You feel like you already have, but you can’t tell her that now.

You can see the park gate. It’s a stone structure and the doors are wide open. It bears the words “Laboure Park”. You can clearly hear the thump of music now. Through the gate, you’re walking through a forest, with lamps stationed further apart along the path.

You and Chloe emerge from the trees to see a big, dimly-lit field at the edge of a lagoon. The path winds all the way around it. There are dozens of dark figures sitting, lying down, and fucking on the field. Across the lagoon, you see flashing colored lights that you can identify as the source of the thumping music.

“There they are!” Chloe exclaims, pointing at two dark shapes sitting by the water, “My friends! Are you ready to meet them?”