Baby Formula

"I'm a PhD candidate in the field of nutrition," he said, trying not to sound too highbrow. "Where are you at with your school?"

"I have another year," she said. David couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful hair. It was short and straight, like a European model. He realized sitting there talking to Nicole that he missed having the company of a girlfriend. He had been so wrapped up in academics he had hardly given himself an opportunity to date. He was sitting across the table from his ideal woman - friendly, beautiful and she seemed interested. The timing couldn't have been more perfect - it afforded him the opportunity to get his mind off Abby, with whom there was obviously no future. This was a golden opportunity to meet a girl.

But, he didn't want to be with her. He didn't know why, but he just wasn't interested. He chatted with her for awhile, graciously responding to Nicole's flirtatious advances, but he wasn't feeling it. He finished his beer and politely excused himself to go home, feeling tired.

Nicole shrugged at Kelly and Tonya after David left.

"Eh, scientific genius types," consoled Kelly. "They're hard to read."

David felt like kicking himself as he walked home from the bar. Even he didn't quite understand what he had just done. But as the cold air cleared his head he began to realize why he was going home alone instead of with that beautiful blonde: He had a duty to complete his mission. He'd become obsessed with Abby's pregnancy. He was willing to make the most intimate personal sacrifices to make her dream a reality. Why did he care so much? It's not like he was ever going to meet the young offspring he hoped to produce. He'd never cared so much about someone else's problem. He went to bed feeling lonely but hopeful.

The following day found Abby doing her usual housekeeping routine. She thought about what she and David had done last night. She hoped it had worked this time. The emotional strain of doing what they were doing was going to begin taking its toll, she knew. She doubted she could do it again next month.

That evening an idea began to brew in her head. She didn't know if she should, but it made sense. She thought perhaps they could do it again this cycle, thereby increasing her chances of conception. They had now established a routine get the deed done - a regimented procedure that seemed to elude emotional involvement. Why not do it again? It would be easy today; Phil was out of town at a speaking engagement, so she wouldn't have to be sneaky.

Abby felt another guilty quiver between her legs. Suddenly she doubted her purity in considering doing it again with David. Although she had been doing her best to ignore it, there was a sexual attraction, and that was enough to squash the idea. It needed to be for the right reason or not at all. She at least owed that to her husband.

But what if her calculations were a little off? What if today was the optimum fertility day and not yesterday? Either way, her chances were better the more times they did it. Abby sat down on the chaise lounge and closed her eyes, pondering what to do. She drifted off to sleep, too tired to think anymore.

She awoke at nine o'clock that evening, still lying back in the lounge. She looked outside; it was dark. She got up and went into the bathroom to get a drink of water. She pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail. Staring at her pretty reflection in the mirror, a resolution formed in her mind. "Do it," she said to herself. "You've come this far; just get it done."

Before she could change her mind, she slipped her shoes on and headed out the door for the elevator. She pressed '6' on the keypad and waited for the doors to open. Taking a deep breath, Abby exited the elevator and turned left toward David's apartment. She rang his doorbell without hesitation. She didn't even know if he was home. She felt like an intruder.

David answered the door, surprised to see his friend standing there. "Abby! To what do I owe this nice surprise?" he exclaimed, opening the door wide in an invitation to come in.

"Hi," she said sheepishly. "Are you busy?"

"No, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing," she said, trying awkwardly to make small talk. "I was thinking, if you were up to it, maybe it would be a good idea to try again for good measure." She felt like such a heel asking him to do it again. She knew he was a man, and men have simple needs when it comes to sex, but the manner in which he had to do it was so cold and unfeeling. She truly felt like she was burdening him asking for a third time.

"Am I busy," he mocked with a laugh. Abby gave an embarrassed grin. David looked at his beautiful neighbor for a moment. "You're right; it would help your chances," he said. "It's not a problem, Abby, we can do it again."

Abby breathed a sigh of relief. "I can't express how thankful I am that you are trying this crazy idea with me. You're a wonderful friend."

"What are friends f - " he began. Abby suddenly and without warning pecked him sweetly on the lips. She paused and looked at David's startled eyes. It was a burst of emotion, more friendly than sexual, but touching lips felt like electricity between them. It occurred to Abby that maybe she should have thought for a moment before she did that.

David took a moment to recover. He hoped he didn't look like a startled kid who just got unexpectedly kissed by his teacher, but that was how he felt.

"I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me," she said, embarrassed.

"It's okay," he consoled. He looked around the room, planning the logistics of the encounter. He had no convenient chaise lounge to lie down on, or even a sofa. "The only comfortable place I have is my bed," he said, gritting his teeth. "Are you okay with that? If not, we can go back up to your place."

The thought of another robotic encounter on that lounge didn't appeal to her. Just a few minutes in his bed would be alright. "No, we can stay here," she said.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Some water would be nice," she said. Her throat felt a little dry. Abby wasn't as calm and cool as she had been in her own apartment. She was feeling a little nervous, and she wasn't sure why.

David gave her a bottle of water from the fridge before lightly taking her hand and leading her down the hall to his bedroom. "Okay, new venue, new rules. How do we do this, boss?" David asked her jokingly, but with sincere deference to the situation.

"Oh," Abby said, suddenly surprised at what she was wearing. She had not thought to change into her fluffy skirt before coming down. They walked into David's room, which was smallish with a queen size bed and a TV at the foot. David dimmed the lights very low.

"I guess we'll need to do this a little differently," she said, sitting down on edge of the bed. "Why don't we both get under the covers and then partially undress?"

"Okay," he replied with a smile. "But, you're on my side."

Abby laughed out loud. "Oh, sorry! This is my side, too."

"Well, it's a good thing we're not married then," David mused.

The comment surged through Abby like a lightning bolt. This felt like an affair. She was in an attractive young man's bedroom, about to have sex with him while her husband was out of town. She decided to abort. They were treading dangerously close to the line and she was no longer able to deny to herself that she felt attracted to David. She was already starting to feel warm between her legs.

Abby stood up to go when David took her hand. "Abby, I know this will work. I want this for you in the worst way, and I know it's going to happen for you."

"I'm glad you're confident," she mused. Suddenly, she felt a little less guilty about what they were about to do. She felt comforted by his words. In a strange way, she didn't want to let him down. Casually, she walked around to the other side of the bed, as though that was the reason she got up. She played it as cool as she could. "It's your turf, so you get your side," she said smiling. As her conscience gasped its final breath under the substantial weight of maternal desire, Abby slipped her shoes off and climbed under the covers.

David did the same. He felt strange being in his bed fully clothed. He normally slept naked. They lay there for several seconds, neither wanting to be the first to undress.

"David, can I ask you a personal question?"

"You can ask me anything," he replied. He felt relieved to be having a personal chat with her instead of just getting straight down to business.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

David shrugged, looking at the ceiling. "I guess I just don't have time. I feel like I'm married to my research."

"You need to be kinder to yourself, David. You're such a great guy! You will make some lucky girl very happy some day. Make sure she deserves someone like you."

"The good ones are already married," he said, winking at her.

Abby felt a little embarrassed at David's thinly veiled compliment. She smiled at him as she reached down and unbuckled her belt. David followed suit and they both casually unbuttoned and wiggled out of their jeans and underwear.

As Abby dropped her clothes on the floor, she noticed a large backpack in the corner of his room. "Do you hike?"

"Hike and climb. I'm planning a trip to Kilimanjaro next year. It's been a life-long dream."

"So, I can expect this kid to have an adventurous spirit, I guess," she said happily.

"Whatever you do, don't let him out of your sight around ladders. I nearly got myself and my mom killed when I was seven."

Abby laughed. "Please tell me you didn't give your mom gray hair before she was forty!"

"Don't worry; I'm sure your kid will refrain from climbing onto roofs or lighting firecrackers at the mall."

"Oh my God!" she laughed. "These are things you needed to tell me at the beginning. Deal's off!"

"Nobody said raising a kid would be easy, Abby!" he said, laughing. "I will make it up to you. I have access to a warehouse full of baby formula. I'll send you all the kid can drink."

Abby pretended to think for a moment. "Hmm, problem child," Abby said, holding up her left hand with the palm up, as though weighing the option. She continued, holding up her right, "and you'll throw in free baby formula for life. That's a pretty good offer. There's one problem, though, David."

"What's that?"

"I'll be breast feeding."

David held a hand over his heart, as though he'd just been pierced by an arrow.

Lying down together and making each other laugh, they had managed to ease some tension. Abby's face grew serious as she lay her head on the pillow and looked at David. His bed was comfortable and warm; she felt safe with him. She felt the need to be kinder to him than she had in their last two attempts. It was an odd problem to have, trying to treat him like a friend while having sex with him. Maybe a little less regimented would be okay just once.

She put a hand up, with her fingers spread wide. David responded with his in the same manner. They touched palms and slowly interlocked their fingers together. She was undeniably feeling emotionally closer to him now. She strangely felt consoled by him through this life-changing process, like he was a friend going through an ordeal with her, even though his role in this had nothing to do with supportive friendship. She had a feeling David was experiencing the same conflicting feelings. Abby consoled herself by affirming that if the pregnancy didn't take, she would at least remain friends with him.

She leaned toward him, letting go of his hand and putting her arm around him, pulling him to her in a tight embrace. David hugged her back, enjoying the loving warmth. They lay together for several minutes, unmoving. It was their first measure of intimate contact, aside from the cold sex they had previously had. David hadn't experienced this kind of feminine comfort in a while. He felt like he could lay there with her all night, she felt so good pressed against him.

On an impulse, Abby climbed on top of him. David, surprised by her sudden advance, instinctively put his hands on her naked hips. Abby made no attempt to remove his hands, but gazed into his eyes, searching them for a response, searching for some indication that she was doing the right thing - or the wrong thing.

David looked back at her, both surprise and acceptance on his face. He sensed this was crossing a line, but he hadn't the will to curb her advances. Touching soft, intimate skin for the first time, he desperately wanted to give himself to her - not just his biological seed, but the caring, compassionate, sensual gift that had grown inside him. He wanted to love her. But it wasn't his place to love her. His expression was concern, but his subtle nods sent her a different message. It was the positive response she was searching for.

Abby knew what she wanted to do. She knew it was wrong, but she needed to do this, to satisfy her own longing, and to indulge in showing David the sincere affection she had for him. She slowly bent her head down to him. They touched noses, momentarily feeling each other's warm breath, tasting the heavy essence between them. And then she did it. She kissed him. The sweetness of wet lips and caressing tongues was as fulfilling as tasting the ripest forbidden fruit. She immediately knew she would regret it, but right now, raw emotion was in control and David tasted as sweet as any lover she'd ever kissed.

For David, kissing Abby was satisfying his deepest longing, filling the void created by the loveless, intentionally pleasureless sex they had required of themselves. He tasted her soft lips as though they were the sweetest candy he'd ever had.

They both began to breathe harder at this new sensual indulgence, both trying desperately to push to the back of their minds that this was going beyond their prime directive. Even though Abby and Phil were unable to conceive, they were still married - even happily married. Why was she permitting this to continue? Why was David following his primal urges instead of his principles? Even at 26 and single, he fully understood the sanctity of marriage. But passion was winning; they could deny their incredible mutual attraction no longer.

Abby kissed David's neck, breathing in his ear, tasting his tender skin with her tongue. She avoided sexual contact for the moment, keeping herself situated above his belly, just loving on him. He had been so good to her. She felt as though every kiss was like saying "Thank you."

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you," she said with her lips and tongue, over and over - on his lips, on his cheek, on his neck, on his nose. Treating him with such loving kindness was positively cathartic.

She put her hands on his firm chest and rocked back while continuing to kiss him. Feeling the shaft of his penis touch her clitoris sent electric waves through Abby's body, forcing her to finally concede this wasn't just baby-making; this was love-making. David instinctively rocked his hips, sliding the shaft of his hard cock between her slippery labia, caressing her clit. . Abby stopped kissing and pressed her forehead against his, savoring the surreptitious pleasure of his external stimulation. She'd never experienced foreplay like this; she felt guided by pure lust. For the first time ever, Abby felt like she wasn't in control of her urges. She held still while David caressed her labia and clitoris with his dick, sliding its length through her sweet, wet valley.

The clitoral teasing would not last long. Abby was quickly getting herself worked up and she needed him inside her. On the next thrust, she subtly shifted into position so the head of his penis found her opening, spreading apart her small pussy lips, guiding his large manhood into her oozing canal. David gasped at the wonderful feeling of his unexpected slippery entry, and pushed into Abby as far as he could, eliciting the first pleasurable moan he'd ever heard from her. Abby continued to hold her forehead against his, allowing the high-pitched moans to flow as her pussy accepted his full length. Vocalizing her pleasure to David felt as good as the stimulation itself, no longer suppressed by the need to artificially abhor this necessary deed.

"David," she said with blissful comfort in her voice. Saying his name was rapturous pleasure, dripping off her tongue like sweet cream. "Oh, David," she gasped again. She'd never been penetrated with such exquisite satisfaction. "Oh, God!" she whimpered, her lips pressed against his as she said it. She wasn't expecting an orgasm so soon, but her emotions were running high, and she was fucking the sexiest man she'd ever known. She admitted the truth to herself: She had enjoyed every encounter with David, despite her best efforts not to.

Abby kept her face to his, stifling her moans, almost embarrassed that she was cumming so quickly, preventing the loud outburst that her body was begging her to let loose. She came silently on David's cock, her unseen tummy quivering with ecstasy. Never in her life had she cum that fast. Abby wasn't normally a multi-orgasmic girl, but she was positive there would be more to follow tonight.

She sat up straight and rode him like a cowgirl, rocking her hips rapidly on him. David slowly moved his hands from her hips up to her narrow waist. He still was tentative about freely touching her, the ground rules seemingly hardwired into his brain. He slipped his hands under her sweater and caressed her tummy with his thumbs. Feeling an uncontrollable urge to touch her body, he gradually worked his hands up higher and higher beneath the sweater. At last he glided his hands over her breasts, desperate to feel the flesh underneath her bra.

David's exploring hands brought on a rush of loving waves rippling throughout Abby's body. She could feel the attraction he had for her through his hands. She wanted to give her body to him, freeing him to act on his urges, to do what he pleased with her. She knew it was wrong. She knew she would have to live with what she was doing. But she'd never felt an attraction this intense before, neither had she ever felt so wanted. He had faithfully obeyed her rules, from self-discipline to respecting sharp boundaries, taking no favors for himself. He was a wonderful friend and lover and she owed this to him. Her motivation, however, wasn't entirely altruistic. She wanted him. She wanted to give herself to him. Just this once. He was going to give her a baby by making love to her. It was going to happen this moment; she felt it. Abby grabbed the sweater with both hands and pulled it over her head, tossing it on the floor with her jeans.

David watched her pull off the scrunchie that was holding her ponytail and shake her pretty hair out. He rarely saw her with her hair down, and wondered why she wore it so conservatively. She was simply sexy with her long brown hair resting in her naked shoulders.

Abby stopped and reached back with both hands to unfasten her bra. She watched David's eyes as she let the loose the strap of her B-cup bra, her breasts escaping into his hands. Abby felt a surge of emotion as David caressed her nipples, firming them up as he gently pinched them. She loved his hands on her! Denying him the opportunity to feel her had been the hardest rule to endure, and now she was completely naked for him, inviting his loving touch.

David gazed at her beautiful body on top him, taking in her sweet, subtle, feminine curves, normally completely hidden by her conservative wardrobe. Abby slipped a hand under his shirt and felt his abdomen, slipping the shirt up ever so gently, unsure of whether she should completely undress him too.

"You're naked," David said to her with a grin.

Abby nodded sheepishly. She was a little embarrassed at how quickly things had progressed, but she was feeling unbelievably sexy right now with David under her, enjoying her body, his hard cock filling her swollen pussy.