Slash Fiction Ch. 02: Space Seed

I could tell that wasn't a rhetorical question. I stopped for a moment. I'd written the story where our fictional counterparts' children staff an entire space ship, but closer to the real world, I'd never even pictured myself with a big belly, let alone holding a baby. "No," I admitted. "That's not it."

"Then what? Is it the danger?"

I'd momentarily forgotten the real reason, which I shared with you earlier. "No, it's just ... I actually like the sensation when it makes its way up. It feels more ... intimate."

"You can have that without the risk, you know," Chad said.

"I know," I said. "I guess I need to visit Campus Health Services. Until then?"

"Well, right now I want to get to bed. No sense pushing our luck on Dad staying asleep. If you can tell me sometime when we're not already gearing up for it that you want me to come inside you with nothing in the way, I will. But the moment when we're doing it isn't the time to make that decision."

"Oh, you're good," I told him. "You're making me want to have your baby even more than I did before. Just not now."

Chad kissed me and rubbed just above my pussy. It was the lowest spot he could reach. "Someday, if you really want it." He moved back from me and caressed my breasts. "You'll get to use these the way nature intended." I got up. I hated to leave his bedroom. I wanted to stay and make love some more. Chad got up and took the second condom off. He dropped it in the waste basket along with the wrappers. "Come help me move my trash around," he said.

"What for?" I asked.

"Dad probably doesn't mind if I have a woman in here, and I'm sure he'd want me to use protection, but if he sees these too soon, he might figure out the woman's his daughter!" I picked a few torn envelopes out. Chad pushed down with the refuse, and I put the envelopes on top. He held me close and kissed me. "Good night, Babe," he said.

"Goodnight, Judy," he said.

"Goodnight, lover," I answered.

I have an appointment tomorrow to see if I can go on the Pill. When I told Chad that I'd "deal with it," I didn't mean raising our baby together; I figured I'd have it and give it up. But I love him so much for how he really cares that now I think I'd want it. It's too soon to have any kind of suspicion, but I wonder if that whole conversation was a couple days too late!