Baby Formula

"Absolutely. Are you?"

She nodded, looking him in the eyes. "And you've...been saving up?"

David gave an embarrassed laugh. "Yes."

"Thank you for doing that. I know it's an inconvenience."

"An inconvenience? I'm 26 and haven't ejaculated in a week. I would call it more of an emergency," David said dryly, trying not to smile.

Abby laughed loudly, covering her mouth. "Well, let's take care of that!" They both had a nervous laugh. Abby grew serious. Her conscience forced her to lay out some ground rules to keep the encounter from feeling like cheating. She had never cheated on Phil. She considered what was about to happen a necessary evil to set things in motion, not something for her enjoyment. It was something to be forgotten as soon as possible. "Okay, here is how it needs to be," she began. "My clothes stay on, your shirt stays on, no kissing, no unnecessary touching. Can you make that work?"

"No problem," he answered.

"If you need to cuddle up with me a little to get aroused, I understand." Abby lay down on the chaise lounge on her side and looked at David. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" she asked him one final time.

"I have a good feeling about this for you, Abby."

"I'm talking about you, David. Are you going to be okay knowing you have a child out there you don't know?"

"This won't be mine. It will be yours and your husband's. By the time I have kids of my own this will only be a memory of helping a friend."

Abby smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you. You're a wonderful friend." She gave a nervous sigh. "Okay, are you ready? Maybe turn around and take your pants off while I apply our little friend here, she said, waving the lube in the air.

David paused for a moment, admiring her slender feminine figure under the skirt. This wasn't necessarily for his enjoyment either, but he needed to be turned on, nonetheless. He turned around and unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear to the floor. He sat down on the chaise lounge with his back to Abby while she reached under her skirt, applying a liberal amount of lubricant to her vagina.

"Okay," Abby announced, turning onto her back and replacing the skirt . Abby avoided looking at David while he got between her legs and gingerly lay down on her. She slid the skirt up as his weight settled onto her. He felt awkward in that position, somewhat robotic, as if foreplay was only for real people making love, not for a mere courier of DNA.

The awkward feeling was making it hard to achieve a full erection. His impulse was to kiss Abby, but he resisted the urge, knowing it would be strangely inappropriate.

Abby was determined to keep the encounter from seeming like lovemaking, but she was prepared to do what she had to in order to get David in the mood. "Just lie on me and relax," she said. She nuzzled her nose gently into his ear, breathing softly.

Her breath in his ear immediately had the desired effect, and she felt David begin to grow. "I'm ready for you," she said sweetly into his ear, furthering along his arousal.

David pressed his nose into her neck, smelling her body lotion, allowing himself to enjoy her feminine comfort. He lay on her, body to body for several seconds as his erection grew under her skirt. His balls had been aching the last two days, and the sudden arousal reminded him of the massive amount of semen he had saved up inside him, begging to escape. As his cock grew to full size he felt the head touch her labia. There was no point in delaying; David pushed into Abby's slickened pussy in one easy thrust.

A loud, startled gasp escaped from Abby as David's cock parted her labia further than she was expecting. David stopped in mid-thrust.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Abby nodded, her mouth unintentionally open in a display of discomfort as she waited for her body to adjust to the width of his penis. "I'm okay; go all the way," she said, hiding her sudden rush of emotion. She knew this would be a battle in her heart. She needed to check out emotionally, to just endure the procedure without gaining or losing any emotional baggage. It would be over soon enough, and would be forgotten not long after. But the sudden penetration of the largest cock she'd ever felt was unexpectedly overwhelming.

David glided in and out of her, fully appreciative of the liberal amount of lube that Abby had used. It had been a week since he'd had an orgasm and several weeks since he'd had sex, so he knew the encounter wasn't going to last long. Abby was the oldest woman he'd had sex with, and he was pleased to know that a woman almost forty could have as tight a pussy as a teenager.

As Abby adjusted to his sizeable penis, the pain subsided, even though he was pushing into her as deep as he could go. She lay still, allowing David to maintain all the motion and control the pace. For the moment, it was all about him.

David was used to touching and kissing his lovers. Something felt like it was missing, with them both being nearly fully clothed. There was no skin to caress, no lips to taste. He filled the void by touching Abby's face. The rule was no unnecessary touching, but he couldn't refrain from caressing her in a loving way. He looked into Abby's eyes as he stroked her. He caressed her soft cheek as he felt the beautiful release approaching.

Being touched and gazed at lovingly was not something Abby had prepared herself for. She tried to look away, but couldn't, his eyes were so beautiful, his expression so earnest. He was about to cum for her. David slowly nodded at her. "Legs up," he said.

Abby gladly indulged his command by spreading her legs wide, allowing David to drive straight down into her. He felt the impending ejaculation and pushed deep into Abby one final time, holding it in while he pumped spurt after spurt of his virile cum far into her vagina, his hand still gently caressing her beautiful face. The release was far more gratifying than any in recent memory, with the volume of semen so massive it was still pumping out in his final waning contractions.

Abby stifled her breathing, which had begun to get heavy at feeling David cum inside her. She waited while the flexing of his cock finally slowed to a stop, partly pleased that the insemination was complete, partly disappointed that it had to end so quickly. She put that last thought out of her head; this was not something to be enjoyed.

David pulled out slowly, trying to leave as much of his gift inside her as possible. He stood up and quickly put on his pants. Abby lay unmoving with her eyes closed. "I need to stay in this position for a while. Can you let yourself out?"

"Okay, Abby."

Abby reached her hand out towards his voice. David took it and squeezed her gently. Abby did her best to control her quivering voice. "Thank you, David."

"Good luck," he said to her and left.

Abby lay still for several minutes, thinking about what had just happened. She began to weep. She had assumed she could get through this with her emotions on the level, but it was proving more difficult than she had counted on. She comforted herself by contemplating the future of her family and the joy that surely awaited her, thanks to the generosity of a friend. She drifted off to sleep, tempering the raw edge of her bittersweet emotions with happy thoughts of the future.

David relived the encounter with Abby in his mind over the next several days, it's coldness in calculation contrasted with the beautiful, secret moment that they shared was proving difficult to just put out of his mind. He knew he must forget that it happened, and the sooner the better, but while it was still fresh in his mind, he indulged in the memory. He hoped it took. He wanted happiness for Abby. He had gone from casual observer to cheerleader to major player in solving her problem in just a few short weeks. He was now emotionally invested in the outcome. He knew they would part company forever, but he wouldn't be satisfied until he knew she was pregnant.

He saw her in the lobby a few days later. They didn't speak, but he shrugged his shoulders upon making eye contact, silently asking for any news. Abby pointed at her watch and smiled. It was too soon. He rolled his eyes and stomped away like a spoiled toddler, knowing it would amuse Abby. She smiled after him. She thought it was a shame they would not be allowed to be long-term friends; she liked him a lot.

Another week went by without crossing paths. David focused on his research. It was really the only companion he had these days. He was committed to its fruition, with a lucrative career awaiting him upon his achieving his PhD, with the same company that was sponsoring his education. The company he worked for developed baby formula, interestingly enough, although David had never before considered that his own offspring could be nourished by the very same product he helped develop. It gave him a fresh perspective on his research.

He had nearly put the long wait for the pregnancy result out of his mind when he saw Abby getting into the elevator one day. He had just walked in from outside when Abby spotted him across the empty lobby. David stopped just inside the door and looked expectantly at her as he took his gloves off. Abby held the elevator door momentarily. She fought back tears as she slowly shook her head. David's head involuntarily dropped as the bad news sunk in. Abby let the door go and made the trip to the seventh floor alone.

"It rarely happens in one try," he thought to himself. He knew her situation was not hopeless. The disappointment stung nonetheless. He was in an awkward position. He felt the need to go console his friend, while at the same time knowing that they mustn't be too friendly. It was a precarious relationship.

A ring from his doorbell that afternoon afforded him a respite from his work as he greeted his friend warmly. "Abby! Welcome, come in!"

"Nice place you have here," she commented, noting the spartan cleanliness of the solitary man's home.

"You didn't give me a chance to say I'm sorry," he lamented.

"Don't be. It's just a bump in the road. Sometimes you have to be persistent," she said optimistically. "Can we have another go?"

David smiled warmly. "Of course!" He strained to hold back his enthusiasm. He was pleased to know they were going try again - pleased for a number of reasons.

"Okay, same routine as last time. Optimum day is two weeks from Thursday. You know the drill," she said with an embarrassed grin.

"Right," he said.

"I need to go make dinner," she said, turning for the door. David almost grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving so soon, but restrained himself. When Abby got to the door, she stopped and turned around, returning to him quickly, and giving him a tight hug. She looked down as they separated, avoiding eye contact, then headed briskly out the door.

It was an excruciating two and a half week wait for both of them, nearly as difficult as waiting for results. Abby knew she had better things to think about, but the thought of being with David again was a distraction. She and her husband had sex as frequently as she could get him to, partly to soothe her guilty conscience, allowing herself to only enjoy sex when it was with her husband, and partly to increase the chances that maybe, just maybe it would be her husband that got her pregnant. She knew the chances were slim, but it cast some comforting doubt.

David decided he was going to do Abby an even better service than just holding off ejaculation for one week. He stopped masturbating the day she asked him to try again. He didn't have a girlfriend, so there was no temptation there. He doubted he had ever gone more than two weeks without ejaculating since he'd discovered how to do it, but he was determined to hold it off for Abby. He didn't know if it would even help, but it couldn't hurt. He focused on his work with steadfast attention.

The day finally arrived. David had managed with herculean effort avoid thinking about sex or anything that would tempt him for the entire waiting period. He was feeling about as pure as the driven snow, but his balls felt like they were two feet in diameter. He greeted Abby as he stepped out of the elevator into the lobby that morning.

"Hi, Mrs. Millisor," he said, being discreet with all the other residents around.

Abby grabbed his arm. "Ten o'clock, my place?" she said quietly.

"Oh, is that today?" he said, faking embarrassment.

The look of concern that had begun to creep over Abby's face soon washed away when David smiled at her. She lightly slapped his arm. "Don't stress me out! What's the matter with you?"

"I'm sorry," David giggled. "I've been counting down the hours; I'm about to explode!"

Abby stood on her tip-toes to whisper in his hear. "Just make sure you're inside me when you do!" She got on the elevator feeling a guilty quiver between her legs, brought on by her off-color remark. She couldn't fathom what suddenly possessed her to say such a thing.

David knocked on her door at ten. Abby greeted him looking nearly exactly like she did the last time he visited. David smiled, but said nothing. She slipped her arm inside his, and led him to the chaise lounge. Abby sat down and sunk into the lounge, very relaxed. David watched her for a few seconds. Her hair was again in the simple single braid. Her clothes were baggy, her skirt long and loose. She looked like she hadn't tried to be pretty. But she was. She tentatively turned her head away, and then rolled onto her side. David took his pants off and sat down on the lounge next to her. He put a hand on her hip, the innocent touch sending a chill through Abby's body.

Abby grabbed his wrist and turned onto her back, pulling David onto her. David moved into position, allowing Abby to pull her skirt up underneath him. She hadn't touched the lube in her pocket. David needed no snuggling or sweet nothings whispered in his ear to get aroused. He thought he'd be lucky to even get it inside her before he came. He dutifully refrained from kissing her as he penetrated her vagina. He slipped easily in, just as before. He was unaware that Abby's slipperiness was naturally coming from within.

Abby was ready for the shock this time. She bit her lip as he thrust slowly, her tight pussy gradually adjusting to him. David knew his only purpose was to ejaculate, but he held off orgasm as long as he could. He had a modicum of pride that prevented him from just immediately spewing like a schoolboy.

Abby tried as long as she could to keep herself emotionally distant, but she realized that just waiting for David to cum without offering herself to the transaction was impossible. She had begun to get wet the moment she had made the explosion comment to David earlier. It was the last thing she had said to him. They quietly enjoyed the illicit sex together, neither of them speaking, hardly breathing. Abby caught herself rocking her hips in rhythm to David's thrusting. Ashamed, she stopped. But then she started again. She couldn't help it. She gazed into David's eyes as he gently caressed her cheek, like he did before - like a lover.

Abby was both mortified and enraptured as she felt faint stirrings deep inside her. Her wetness was evolving into exquisite physical pleasure, whose emotional consequences she was not prepared to deal with. She hoped he would cum soon and it would all be over.

But he didn't cum soon enough. Before Abby knew it, the faint feeling grew. It was his eyes. There was love there. He couldn't truly make love to her, but he was doing it with his eyes, nonetheless. Her head told her to fight it, to squash the misguided, inappropriate, wonderful feeling that was rapidly expanding inside her. To enjoy this would be cheating the plan - and her husband. But her heart was closer to the feeling, and her heart won. She had no choice but to just go with it. The best she could do to mask her orgasm from David - and her own conscience - was to maintain silence. She forced an expressionless face as she focused on his beautiful eyes. Waves of pleasure undulated through her torso as David smoothly stroked her, never averting his gaze. She hoped he didn't feel her cum.

David nodded his impending climax, and she put her legs up high, allowing him to use gravity to hold the head of his penis inside her as deep as it would go. The build had been steady and smooth; there had been no pressure to perform, just to enjoy. He held down into her, thrusting slightly for stimulation as he unloaded two weeks' worth of cum into her eager vagina. It was the longest orgasm he'd ever experienced, and he felt like he still had more to give, even after the throbbing subsided.

David befittingly avoided lingering on top of her after he came. He pulled out slowly and stood up, putting his pants on. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so satisfied and peaceful. The whole encounter had been silent, and he opted not to spoil it. He sat down on the lounge and briefly touched Abby's knee, which was up high under her skirt. Abby patted his hand in a silent gratuity. Her insides were still quivering with the subsiding convulsions, but she played it cool. David left as quietly as he arrived.

Abby put her hand over her mouth after he was gone. "Oh my God," she said into it. She couldn't believe what just happened. The post-orgasmic peace her body was feeling contrasted with the storm in her conscience. She was walking a thin line. If she didn't get pregnant, all this potential emotional strain would be for nothing.

David returned to his apartment and sunk into the recliner. The calm and relaxed serenity he was feeling gave way to a twinge of guilt at having enjoyed the brief sex he'd just had with a happily married woman. He reminded himself that he was not an emotional player in this endeavor; he was merely the delivery boy. But he couldn't help but feel a natural attachment to Abby. He needed to get over that soon. If the pregnancy took, their relationship was officially over.

Focusing on his work for the past couple weeks had been an excellent diversion from sex and he had made staggering progress in his research. David really needed to get away from the routine for a while. He decided to give himself a break tonight.

There was a club he used to frequent when he first came here to begin his post-graduate studies. He had soured on the night life, finding it was slowing him down at a time when all he wanted to do was be done with his education. But tonight he was in the mood to hang out with the younger crowd.

He ordered a beer and spotted a guy who worked in the lab where he spent most of his academic hours. He walked over and sat next to Kelly.

"Dave-Man!" Kelly said, shaking his hand. "You look different without a lab coat! Are you out slumming tonight?"

"Needed a break."

"I didn't think you took those," Kelly said with a smirk. He introduced David to his girlfriend, Tonya. "David here is our resident professional-student. He doesn't sleep or eat, he just studies."

"He must do other things", said a voice behind David. He turned around to see a pretty blonde, who was returning from the ladies' room.

"David, this is Tonya's friend, Nicole."

"So this is the hot guy that works in your lab?" Nicole asked Kelly.

"Well, I wouldn't describe him like that," Kelly said, winking at David.

"Well, I would!" said Nicole.

"Did he really say that?" David asked Nicole. "I knew he had a man-crush on me, but this going a little far." He smiled and winked at Kelly's girlfriend.

"I may have said you're kind of good looking." Kelly admitted. To say he wasn't would have been an obvious lie.

"Nicole is a classmate of mine" chimed in Tonya. They both attended the nursing school across town.

Nicole sat on the bench seat across the table from David to get a good look at him. "So what are you studying?" she asked, trying to make small talk.