I remembered Helen is gay. (The End) (With Regrets Ending)

The fantasy of Helen with a baby bump caused me to remember very clearly that Helen had never had sex with a man before.

Therefore she was very likely NOT on the pill. The thought of child support payments and court cases caused me to slow my pace a bit as she bucked beneath me again, soft moans issuing from her lips.

I fought the urge to continue. A part of me wanted desperately to damn the consequences and just finish what both of our bodies were demanding, but I knew that it was such an awful idea. Her tight body crushed against me again in a tight embrace, and it was with great regret that I pushed back and pulled her leg from my back.

"No... no..." Helen moaned, her arms coming around my back and trying to pull me back into her embrace.

"I'm gonna come Helen..." I warned her, slipping my knee down and lifting myself off of her. The cool air seemed to cool my ardor somewhat, and now the only real heat in the room came from where my erection penetrated her. I slipped my hand beneath her knee and with one final, regretful push into her, I drew my hips back, letting my cock spring up from between my legs, soaked with her juice.

"Why... why'd you..."

"You could get pregnant, Helen..." I warned her clearly, taking several deep breaths and letting the ardor cool. "Just let me... cool off for a second... I'm sorry, that was dangerous how much I...."

"You shouldn't have.... shouldn't have done that..." Helen whispered, her legs coming together. She twisted her hips on the bed, and grasped at a blanket, pulling it up to cover her breasts as she twisted. "Just... just hold me, ok?"

I nodded, feeling a deep moment of panic, as I settled against her back. My erection was slowly subsiding, and I knew she could feel it. I tried to keep it as far from her as possible, and she seemed to appreciate it.

"Thanks... just... fuck. That was... that was just a moment of weakness, Brent." Helen remarked sharply, and while her arm held mine, there was a chill to the feel of her skin. It felt almost like what had just happened, hadn't. Like it was a dream. "We didn't... right?"

There was a desperation to her voice, as if she wanted what she was saying to be true. My heart beat hard in my chest, and I tried to think about what to say. I did care for this woman. I cared for her enough not to **** her into a horrible choice between being a mother or getting rid of a baby she didn't want in the first place. She didn't love me, that was almost certain, and the last thing she needed was a permanent reminder of one stupid decision.

"We... almost did. And you made things very clear to me." I replied to the back of her head. The feel of disconnect from here seemed to lessen a bit as she heard the words, and settled into my embrace.

"Thanks, Brent. You promise?" Helen asked, her voice taking on a hopeful tone.

"I promise. And it was really nice of you to at least jerk me off after you explained things to me." I suggested, my erection throbbing a bit with the imagined memory of how it felt to be inside Helen. Never happened, of course, and It was a pity.

"Fine..." Helen sighed, and her hand found and gripped my erection. It was a perfunctory grip, feeling almost clinical in application as she massaged my member up and down and looked off into space.

"If you don't want to..." I offered.

"Not really, but... you're doing me a favor, so I'm doing you one. All this is." Helen replied, quickening her pace. "This really isn't doing much for me, just letting you know."

"Want to just call it a night and head out there?" I offered, pushing her hand off me. "If it's gonna annoy you, I don't want to bother you with it."

"And head out there and deal with our wives trying to give me a makeover? No thanks. If you don't want it, just get some sleep. And try not to snore as loud as you did last night."

"Whatever you say, Sarge." I shrugged my shoulders, and rolled so that my back was to her. Fortunately there was another blanket available so I didn't have to steal hers.

The End

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