Fantasising About Emma - Donor

Emma is my best friend, my dreamgirl, the love of my life. Although I've never explicitly told her so, she knows; and I know she likes me too. The problem is... The Boyfriend.

He looks after her and makes her happy, and she loves him, so I respect that. But I like to think that if anything should go wrong between them, Emma and I would be together.

***

Emma and The Boyfriend have been together for twelve years. Why he has yet to marry her is a mystery to everyone who knows them. Within the past year, however, they've finally got their own place together, and are happily making it their home.

The horror stories Emma's heard about how much harder it can be to get pregnant in your thirties have always worred her, and with her thirtieth birthday looming, it was no surprise when I found out they were trying for a baby. When she asked to meet up one day because she had something important to talk about, I felt sick to my stomach. She was going to tell me she was pregnant, and it would kill me that it wasn't mine.

They now live quite far away, about 90 minutes drive, so we don't get to see each other as often as I'd like, especially not without The Boyfriend around. He gets jealous so Emma doesn't like meeting me when she could be spending time with him. This would be a rare opportunity to see her without him around, so I'd at least try to make the most of that.

I made sure to arrive at our favourite restaurant before her, and to get our usual table in a quiet corner. She arrived soon after, looking nervous but beautiful as usual, dressed casually in ballet flats, tight jeans and a long t-shirt that was a little lower-cut than she normally wore. I couldn't help stealing a little glance at the perfectly-shaped handfuls of her chest as she sat down, crossing her long, slim legs as she did.

We chatted for a while, catching up on things at work and at home. She relaxed a little, but never completely.

"So what's up?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you wanted to talk about something important, and you haven't relaxed since you got here. Is there something the matter?"

Thinking, she chewed the inside of her cheek. She's so adorable.

"You know we've been trying for a baby?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, we've kind of hit a problem."

"Oh. What problem?"

"The Boyfriend can't have kids."

"Oh my God," I said, trying not to let the joy in my heart spill onto my face. "Are you okay?"

"We're a bit upset, but we've known for a few weeks so we're, y'know, getting past it."

"Wow." I said. "I'm sorry. You know, I know it's not the same, but there are other options. Have you thought about adopting?"

"We've thought about it but I don't really want someone else's baby. If I'm going to bring up a child, I want it to be mine."

"Yeah, I understand that." I hate when she's unhappy so I did my best to be sympathetic and find a way to help. "So, have you spoken to the doctors about any other options or treatments?"

"We've thought we might use a donor." She avoided my gaze.

"Oh yeah, artificial insemination, that should work."

"No, we can't afford that."

"So what then?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well, there is only one other way, isn't there?"

It took a second for the penny to drop, then my jaw dropped. "You don't mean...?"

Emma shrugged awkwardly. "What else is there?"

I laughed disbelievingly. "There's no way The Boyfriend will let you... sleep with another guy."

"He's not wild about it..."

"I bet."

"...but I managed to persuade him as long as it was someone we could trust and we knew wouldn't try to take the baby back, or go psycho or something."

"Wow." I was really having trouble processing it.

She took a deep breath and, twisting her long blonde hair around a graceful finger, barely above a whisper: "We thought you might do it."

BANG! The universe as I knew it collapsed in on itself and exploded. In that split second, I knew three things:

1 – things between Emma and I would never be the same, no matter what I answered;

2 – it would be incredibly hard to have a baby with the woman I love and let her bring it up with someone else;

3 – I was going to do it.

There was no way I could say no.

***

We agreed we'd do it the next weekend, giving us a chance to think it through, talk about any doubts, and change our minds if we wanted to.

We also worked out roughly how it would happen. The Boyfriend wanted to be there, in the next room. I nixed that immediately – no way that was going to happen. If I was going to give him the baby he so wanted, I was going to make sure that me and Emma enjoyed it as much as possible.

There was to be no kissing, and we were to keep as much in the way of clothing on as possible. I was to keep my hands to myself. There would be as little intimacy as possible. I didn't like it, but understood and accepted it. And I truly planned to keep to it.

***

So I arrive at their house and knock on the door, just before the agreed 3pm. There was no way I was going to be late – I know The Boyfriend will be back as soon as the hour's up.

My left leg jiggles uncontrollably and I pinch myself for the fourth time that morning. It hurts just like it did the previous three times.

Good.

The door swings open to reveal my angel, looking every bit as gorgeous as she does in my dreams. She rarely wears make-up (she doesn't really need it) but she's wearing some dark eyeliner that make her grey-blue eyes pop; and pink lip-gloss that immediately entices me to break the no-kissing rule. A black vest top accentuates her cleavage without shouting about it; and a frilly white skirt ends a few inches above the knee on legs lengthened by black and white-spotted round-toe high heels. Emma rarely wears heels because of a long-standing issue with one of her feet that makes it quite painful for her. That she was wearing them, fully aware of my mini-fetish of heels, was proof in my eyes that she had dressed this way for me.

I immediately felt a rising in my pants.

She grins, a little lopsided. Nervous. Cute. And a little hint of naughty. "Hi."

"Hi," I reply.

"Come in." I follow her inside, realising this is the first time I can ogle her openly without putting our friendship at risk. So I devour her with my eyes, lingering on her lovely legs and her pert breasts.

"You're looking... just, wow. Stunning doesn't do you justice," I tell her.

She smiles coquettishly and curtsies. God, how can someone be so innocently cute and so come-hither hot at the same time?

"Thank you," she says. "Do you want a drink or anything?"

"No, I'm fine thanks."

"I hope you don't mind, I had a couple for courage." That grin again.

"I don't blame you."

A shared smile. An awkward silence.

"Shall we...?" She points at the stairs.

"Yep."

She leads the way upstairs, her skirt swaying with her dancer's grace, and I'm entranced by my favourite bottom in the world. At this moment, the biggest worry I've got is that I may not be able to prevent myself from shouting out my love for her. That would make things even more awkward.

I half expected we'd use their spare room, but I follow her into the bedroom she shares with The Boyfriend. She perches on the edge of the king-size bed.

"Why don't you lie down here?"

She seems nervous, but like she's got a plan. Best to follow her lead.

I slip off my shoes and lie on the bed next to her. She swivels to face me, but can't look me in the eye.

"Listen..."

I interrupt. "Emma... I know this is a big deal for you. I want to thank you for choosing me and trusting me. I want to say before we start that you are the most beautiful, cutest and damn-sexiest woman I've ever seen." She grins, shyly. "I'm lucky to have a friend like you, and I hope it'll continue long after today."

She looks at me now, and I swear I can feel her love for me.

"So do I. Thank you."

I shift, laying back, and unzip my fly.

"Now," I say, "I know you like to be in control – what do you want me to do?"

She smiles that naughty smile again, and eyes my crotch. "Looks like you're ready."

She's right – my dick is straining my underwear and protruding through my fly. She straddles my thighs, laying the front of her skirt so it covers my groin.

"Do you need me to do anything for you?" I ask, as much in hope as expectation.

"I got myself ready while I was waiting."

She reaches under her skirt and, though my view is blocked (curses!), I assume she's moving her panties to the side to expose her pussy.

"I'm not supposed to touch you, but this is going to pretty difficult if I don't," she says.

"I don't mind, you can touch anything you like," I reply. She grins, scoldingly.

I feel her petite fingers grasp my dick, and it lurches involuntarily in appreciation. She edges forward and lowers herself, ever... so... slowly, inch by agonising inch, until she has about half my 7 inch cock inside her.

"It's a little wider than I'm used to," she mutters, and pulls back, groaning, then lowers herself again, more forcefully, gasping as she stretches to accomodate her first new cock in twelve years.

She's so tight. She lifts herself up, then pushes herself down until she hits bottom.

Oh. My. God. OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod. Best feeling ever.

We both moan as I'm as deep in her as I can get. She composes herself, then makes short movements up and down, letting us both get used to it.

"No," she says, and lifts herself off me. I panic. What have I done? What made her change her mind so quickly?

She reaches under her skirt. "I've got to take these off, they're getting in the way," she says as she tugs her lacy pink thong down her legs and lobs it into the corner.

She smiles and clambers back over me, and quickly sinks her pussy back down onto my cock. Again we both moan. She squeezes my cock with her vagina walls, and I congratulate my own intelligence in wacking off twice this morning – if I hadn't done, that incredible feeling would probably have ended this much sooner that I want it to.

Slowly she starts to move up and down. Unsure what to do with my hands, and a little wary of the no-touching rule, I never the less grab her thighs. I look up at her and she doesn't seem to care – her eyes are closed in concentration.

Almost imperceptibly, I stroke her thighs and start meeting her thrusts with my own. I can feel her wetness, and as her bouncing gets more energetic, her skirt flips up slightly, allowing me fleeting glimpses of my cock penetrating her trimmed pussy.

This is better than I ever dreamed.

I don't want to spoil the moment but I'm getting sweaty, so I sit up to remove my t-shirt. I stop halfway.

"Is this ok?" I ask, "it's so hot".

She stops. "You're right," she says, and lifts her own vest top off, tossing it over by her thong.

I freeze, t-shirt still halfway off, as I take in the sight of her curvaceous bosom encased in a pink lace so thin, that I swear I can see her stiff nipples through it; and her butterfly tattoo just above and to her right of her belly button, which I am now seeing for the first time in all its glory. It's beautiful and sexy and suits her down to the ground. I caught a glimpse once a few years ago and have pestered her to see it ever since, but she's always kept it from me. Until now.

"Thank you," she says.

"What for?" I ask.

"Your face tells me you like," she says with a grin, and resumes her gyrations.

Embarrassed, I yank my t-shirt off and drop it off the bed.

"I like too," she smiles coyly.

I drop my hands back to her thighs and I'm not shy this time about grabbing and rubbing them. She responds by speeding up, her breaths quicker and shorter.

"Aren't you close?" she pants.

"Keep going" I urge.

Her movements slow but harden, thudding herself into me now with a sexy little grunt on each stroke. I slide my hands up over her hips to her waist, and run a finger across her tattoo.

"You're such a sexy bitch."

As though that was the trigger, she collapses forward onto my chest and orgasms hard. It takes all the control I've got to avoid cumming myself into her twitching, contracting pussy, and I hold onto her, cuddling her, making this much more intimate than it was ever supposed to be.

I stroke her hair until she recovers.

"Why don't you let me do some of the work?"

She nods and rolls off me to the side. I stand and take the opportunity to remove my jeans.

"Hey, remember the rules," she chides playfully.

"Fuck the rules," and I tug my trunks down too, letting my dick spring free.

"Oh my God," she mutters, "you can't do that."

"It's been inside you and made you cum," I tell her, "it's a little late for modesty."

She rolls her eyes as I climb on the bed above her.

I tug at her skirt. "Can I take this off?"

"No!" she blurts out in shock. "We've gone too far already."

"Look, if I'm going to do this, it's only going to ride up so I can see anyway, and it'll only get in the way."

She sighs, knowing I'm right but not wanting me to be. I tug at her skirt again.

Reluctantly, and without a word, she lifts her hips so I can slide the skirt over her bottom and down her legs, revealing first a neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair, then her deep-pink and swollen lips to me.

I'm woken from my trance by:

"Stop staring, you're going to make me self conscious," she says with a grin.

"I'm just taking a second to appreciate how lucky I am. You're so beautiful."

A coy little smile, and she nods in the direction of her gash. "We'll run out of time."

I straddle her and tease her pussy, running the tip of my dick around her slit, pushing in ever-so-slightly, then easing out again.

"If you're going to mess around," she says, "then I'm going to have to go on top again." She grabs one of my butt-cheeks in each hand and pulls me into her.

God, you can keep all your money and drugs and other women – nothing else can possibly feel this good.

I run my fingers over her tattoo tenderly as I pump in and out of her. As I thrust harder, one of her breasts pops out of her bra and I get a quick glimpse of all her gloriousness before she hurriedly hides it away again.

She scolds me with her eyes, but can't stay mad because she's getting too much pleasure right now.

I take hold of her hips and really pound into her, trying to knock a breast free, and I succeed. She smiles at me and shakes her head, knowing what I'm doing.

"Stop," she says, and pushes me off her. "I told you that if you were naughty, I was going back on top. Lie down."

I do as she tells me, and she straddles me once more. Her left tit is still hanging free so I reach up and cup it lovingly, sliding my thumb over her hard nipple.

She slaps my hand away, frowns at me, and rearranges the bra back into place. Then she unclasps it and whips it off completely!

She takes advantage of my stunned trance to quickly peck me on the lips, and impale herself on my pole. That snaps my attention back.

Her incredible breasts bounce up and down at her rhythm, and I reach out again and cup them in my hands, and this time she doesn't slap me away. Instead, she moans. And her moans are so unGodly hot.

"I'm getting close," I warn.

She leans forward to change the angle, getting quicker, and her luscious globes dangle right in front of my face. There is no way I can resist licking them, and I attack them with vigour, squeezing and kissing in case I never get the opportunity again.

And as she speeds up thrusts, dropping her head to my shoulder, that's when it occurs to me:

"If I don't cum inside you, we could do this again."

A sudden and complete stop. She lifts her head, her blonde hair hanging down, tickling my cheek, and looks into my eyes, into my soul.

And she kisses me. Soft and tender, then more passionate. And she growls...

Then sits herself upright and slams herself onto my rod, milking me as I meet her with urgent thrusts of my own.

We're fucking, hard, now and I hold onto her hips for dear life, knowing we're both racing to the finish, but not for the reason we both thought we would be.

And she fires out a hand and grabs at my chest and twists my nipple hard, and I can't hold back any longer.

"I'm cumming," I gasp, and to my utter delight, she launches herself off me, my ejaculate exploding into the air and coating her glorious tits and flat stomach.

For a moment, I feel like I've died and gone to Heaven. I see stars, and a bright light, and then my angel hovering above me...

"Look at the mess you've made of me," she complains, and collapses next to me.

I roll onto my side and softly rub my cum into her heaving chest and sexy butterfly tattoo. She seems deep in thought, and I realise she could be feeling guilty – instead of having sex with me for my seed, she has now effectively had sex with me for pleasure, and cheated on The Boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

She nods, and turns to look at me.

"I reckon we'll be able to do this at least another couple of times without The Boyfriend suspecting anything."

I wasn't expecting her to say that!

I lean forward and kiss her, willing her to feel all the love I have for her, and she kisses me back.

"You know," I say, "we've still got a little time now."

"Not enough, though," she pouts.

"Maybe not for that, but I'm sure I can find some way to pass the time..."

I slide my way down her body and lick her pussy, from bottom to top, and kiss her protruding clit.

"You're bad!" she says with her naughtly little grin.

"Only as bad as you want me to be," I say as I grab her around the thighs and pull her groin to me.

She giggles and squirms beneath me. "The Boyfriend never does this for me."

"He's a fool."

I lick all around her pussy, slurping up all the juices that continue to run from inside her, then fuck her hole with my tongue.

"Oh God," she groans.

"It would be nice if you were shaved completely for next time" I say.

"What next time?" she grins.

I bury my face in her cunt, making her moan. "You don't want this again?"

"If I shave it all off, it'll look too bare."

"So get a little tattoo. Or a piercing. Right here..." I nibble her clit.

She moans and writhes beneath me. "I couldn't do that" she breathes. "Oh God, that's so good."

I whisper: "You had a little bar through your clit hood, I'd never stop."

"Oooo, don't stop." She wraps her thighs around my head, pulling my tongue deeper into her.

I slip a finger into her wetness and she bucks into me. I slide my digit down to her beautiful puckered rosebud.

"I don't let The Boyfriend in there" she groans, but she doesn't stop me as I circle her naughtiest hole with my finger.

She starts bucking into me quicker and more forcefully. I tease her as long as I can before I push past her sphincter into her unbelievably tight arsehole. She cries out, long and erotic, and bounces her crotch on my face.

I bite down on her clit and shove my finger as far as it will go up her arse, and she screams and thrashes in her second orgasm. I hold on for dear life, trying to prolong it as long as possible for her, hoping she's enjoying it every bit as much as I am.

I wiggle my finger in her bum and slowly withdraw it, licking and kissing carefully around her sensitive pussy as she returns to earth, and to me.

I slide myself up alongside her and kiss her again; tenderly, lovingly. We stare into each other's eyes.

"That was incredible," she whispers. "Thank you."

"You think that was good," I smile, "wait until next time."