Incubus Pupa Ch. 03

"It's... well, I don't know why, but it's so hot!"

She had flipped over on the couch, wadding the paper towels between her legs and holding them in place with her thighs.

"I have this feeling inside me I can't even explain. It's like, I've never wanted a baby before, but I feel like...well, maybe I do want one."

Her smile turned demure, "Yours."

Woah.

What the fuck. Everything I had been feeling over the course of the last day or so seemed so real, but with her words, it all blew away in one sobering moment.

She wanted to have my children? I'm a teenager, for Chrissakes. What the hell did I have to offer her? She didn't even know me. This was nuts...

"Christine, I...

"Look, you don't even know my name."

The look on her face was one of complete adoration, but she could obviously sense my distress. Her intensity disappeared in a flash.

"Sorry, I guess that makes me sound pretty crazy, doesn't it?" she looked sheepish.

"Look, forget all that. You seem like a good guy, and this was fun. No big deal.

"I mean, you had fun too, right?"

My mind wasn't working so well, so I answered honestly.

"Yeah. You were, er...are amazing." I gushed.

Really? 'Amazing'? That's the best I could do? Apparently the old Adam was back. I felt like I was adrift, wishing I could gain back that confidence and command I had earlier.

She smirked. "I get the sense that you're kinda new to this, huh?" She pulled her pants up, turning the wadded paper towels into a makeshift pair of panties. She sat down on the couch.

"Would it make me sound like a loser if I said I've only done this once?" I said, feeling a little intimidated by her experience.

Her eyes twinkled with mirth, but she looked sober as she reached out to cup my cheek tenderly.

"No." she shook her head, "It makes you seem adorable."

"I'm Adam, by the way." I still felt awkward, but I guess it was endearing.

"Oh shit, you don't have some boyfriend that's-"

She chuckled, cutting me off. "No. I been single for a while now. My last boyfriend and I didn't work out so well."

She gave me a curious look.

"It's weird. I realize we just met and all, but I really feel like I know you.

"Right...um...that sounded way more cliché when I said it out loud." Her eyebrows scrunched up, "But I still have this feeling when I look at you. Like I can trust you, and that...I want to be with you. Has anyone ever told you that before?"

"Umm, no." Inside I was reeling. Was this part of my new power? Did it make women like me? As in, not just sexually, but 'like me' in a relationship way? Hmm.

"Well, I should say that some weird...medical stuff has been going on with me lately, but I don't think it really explains what you're describing."

Christine laughed out loud

"Gee." She said, looking around to indicate the the mess I made all over the place, "Yeah, I think you could say that you're not quite...normal."

I felt myself blush.

"Hey, don't feel bad!" She laid her palm on my chest, "I loved it! I think it's sexy as hell how virile you are.

"Be right back."

Christine slipped off to the bathroom to do whatever it is she needed to do. I took the opportunity to check on my soaked pants. Since I had no other choice but to wear them wet, I pulled them on. I really hoped that my parents wouldn't be home to catch me like this. I found a towel from the hall closet and laid it on the couch, sitting on top of it.

She still wasn't back, so I let all this sink in for a second.

I had sex with some random girl I'd never met before. And not just that, I might have even impregnated her.

A dump truck of guilt crushed me, making me wonder how I would deal with being a father. What would I tell my parents? My God, what would I tell Ella?

My apprehension must have been palpable, because she knew just what troubled me when she reentered the room. "Adam, don't worry. There's no way I'm pregnant; I've been on the pill for years.

"I'm sorry for freaking you out. I just had this weird feeling, like...getting pregnant by you would be sooo hot. To see this little tummy swell up with your baby. I don't know why, I just can't get the idea out of my head."

Relief flooded me. The notion of her getting pregnant did appeal to the chest beating primate in me though. That confident, possessive voice in my head approved as well.

"Are you going to be in trouble at work? For leaving?" I asked.

"Nah, they're used to this. Teenagers aren't exactly the most reliable bunch. Either one of those knuckleheads that threw the ball at me could work my register for awhile. My shift was over in another 90 minutes anyway.

"They'll dock my pay for the unworked time, but uggghhhh," her eyes rolled into her head, "you were so worth it."

My growing inner stud puffed up at her praise, proud as a peacock.

"Oh, that's good.

"Sorry, I don't mean to run out on you, but I need to get home soon."

I couldn't stomach the thought of leaving here without being able to see her again. The voice inside that spoke so loudly earlier about her being my woman was quieter now, but no less insistent.

"Hey, why don't you give me your number." I said, trying to bring back a little of my earlier confidence, handing her my phone to enter it as if I were already sure she would.

She smiled excitedly, sending herself a text.

"I better hear from you!" she shoved my phone back at me, cupping my junk with her other hand, "I am definitely going to want another round with this guy," she emphasized her words with a couple squeezes.

I nodded, smiling.

"Come on," I said, "I'll give you a ride to your car."

"Don't worry about it. I'm not far, so I usually walk to work."

Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned in for a kiss, which I returned. Just a gentle kiss with no tongue, it was sensual nonetheless. I opened my eyes to find hers still closed.

Slowly, the two of us pulled away from our kiss. She sighed, leaning the side of her head against my chest as she wrapped her arms around me. She was such a tiny thing. I held her then, drawing her in as if to show that it was where she belonged. Those feelings of possession were stronger than ever, and the stronger they got, the more she buried herself into me.

It didn't feel right, to want to own someone like that, but I couldn't help it. It just felt so natural. Instinctively, I reached down and cupped that superlative ass one last time, squeezing and kneading those soft glutes as she let out pleased little cooing noises.

"Mmm, I could get used to this." She murmured, "but I know you have to go." She gave me a pat on the chest.

We drew apart, and I turned to go. I waved as I walked out, almost disbelieving that this could be anything but a dream.