You got her pregnant, alright

You weren't sure if you were ever going to hear from Stacy again, even though you were pretty sure that you had gotten her pregnant, but all of your fears were put to rest when she showed up at your door one day a few weeks later.

"Hi John," she softly says to you as you open the door and see her standing on the other side of it in a yellow shirt and a pair of loose-fitting blue jeans, "mind if I come in?"

"Seeing as how I'm pretty sure I know why you're here, of course you may come in Stacy," you tell her as she sits on your couch and makes herself comfortable, acting as though she is still trying to get a read on you.

"Look John, I guess I should just come right out with it...I'm pregnant with your kid," she tells you, casting a hateful glance in your direction when you let a laugh escape your lips.

"Stacy...calm down...I don't want you to hate me," you tell her as you sit down next to her on your couch and kiss her, a hand on your thigh as she voluntarily starts to open her legs for you as you kiss her again and run your hands between them.

"MMM...I'm kinda glad you knocked me up, honestly baby," Stacy whispers to you, finally letting her guard down when she sees your reaction to it, "because most of the guys I've been with have limp dicks. You were so good you got me pregnant and made me like it."

"I'm going to make you feel so good Stacy," you whisper to her as she pulls at your shirt and pulls you on top of her, "if you let me, I'll hang around and be with you so we can have lots of babies together."