Stud Service

"Okay!"

Swinging her leg over me Denise turned around and placed both feet on the ground on the outside of my own. She then bent forward a bit and reached down between her legs taking hold of my unit once more and lining us up before sinking down on my shaft. When she bottomed out she leaned back and moved her hands back to rest on my chest, supporting her upper body and giving her the freedom she needed to begin moving.

For my part this new position was perfect because I could make up for the missed opportunity from before and wrap my hands around Denise's body to paw at her tits, something I proceeded to do with great zest. Denise was laughing while I was doing this and she kept trying to swat my hands away but she could only use one hand, the other being needed to hold her up. Eventually she tried doing too many things at once and with a short yelp she fell back against my chest and I draped one arm across the front of her shoulders, trapping her against me, while I used my free hand to caress her breasts at will. With unexpected good humor, Denise conceded that battle and stayed pressed against me, working the situation to her advantage by bringing her feet up flat on the couch so we could continue to fuck unabated.

Whoa.

Now this I liked. A lot. A whole lotta lot. With her feet flat on the cushion Denise had the opening to move almost as much as when she was riding me cowgirl, and what maneuverability she might have lost by leaning against me, I could have made up for by lifting my hips up and meeting her stroke for stroke. So we could have been going at it like demons if we wanted to. But we weren't.

When Denise fell back into my arms she landed with her head on my left shoulder and we turned to look at each other even as she continued her motion on top of me. Our faces were only inches apart, and as I thought about Denise's initial reluctance to even start if we were facing each other a smile came to my lips, instantly mirrored on her own. She reached up with her right hand and placed it on my right cheek, slowly stroking my skin, and in time the pace of her hand came to resemble the strokes of my cock as her hips rose and fell around me. I added my own motion to the mix, the combined strokes becoming longer as a result but still at the same slow, slow rate. I could see the pleasure written on Denise's face with each thrust, her eyes now closed and her mouth open as she started to moan with every breath.

"Unh... unh... unh... oh... oh... oh!... oh!... Oh!... Oh!..."

I had to close my own eyes as well. Not so I could moan, although I probably could have done some of that if I wanted to, but to reduce the amount of sensory overload I was experiencing. I was receiving such intense pleasure from my groin, each stroke absolutely perfect in its delivery, that I did not want anything else to distract me, and at that particular moment sight was the least valuable of my senses. Instead I wanted to focus on the feel of Denise's skin under my hands and along the length of my body. To feel the light coating of sweat that our exertions had put there, the increase in temperature as her skin flushed. To hear, really hear, the pleasure in each and every moan, each one a testament to how much ecstasy she was feeling at that moment. And of course to enjoy the sex. Above all I wanted to enjoy every second of this while it lasted.

Again time seemed to slow down for us and what could only have been minutes felt like much, much longer. And usually it's exactly the opposite, the whole thing ending way too soon, but not this time and for that I am extremely thankful. This time, we moved that way for what seemed like forever, unchanging, unvarying, everything just ideal. And then, just as I was starting to sense my own orgasm approaching, Denise came for the third time. Nothing anywhere near as powerful as her last one, or even her first, just a quiet culmination signified only by her eyes screwing even more tightly shut as she ducked her head down and pressed it into my neck and her soft moans became one continuous cry of pleasure.

"Oh!... Oh!... Oh!... mmmm... mmmm... mmmm... mmmm... Unnnnhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

And then it was over. Only this time, unlike the last two, we didn't even stop moving and when she opened her eyes and lifted her head to face me once more the only acknowledgement she made to the climax was to resume her soft petting of my cheek with her right hand.

Not that I was in any position to make a fuss about it anyway. I was too busy preparing for the arrival of my own slice of bliss.

"Denise, I..."

"Put me on my back. Hurry!"

Pushy little thing isn't she? And lucky too. How she thought that I still possessed enough awareness to do what she said, and not just get lost in the desire to achieve blastoff, I'll never figure out. But I did, barely. So I slid her off my lap and onto her back on the couch and quickly moved into place in between her upraised legs and started pistoning in and out.

Denise wrapped her legs around my back and her hands behind my neck, using them to pull me down to her, until my face was once again only inches from hers. We locked eyes as I plunged into her, the end now mere seconds away. Damn I wanted to kiss her! We were so close, and she looked so beautiful, and I knew I'd probably never have this opportunity again... I closed the remaining distance between us and pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back.

I came.

I've never been very vocal during orgasm, preferring instead to save my energy to twist my face into all sorts of ridiculous shapes while my spine tries to push its way through my stomach, and this time was no exception. The arching of my back pulled me away from Denise, breaking our kiss, but I hardly noticed, my concentration at the time reserved for other, slightly more important things. No matter, the kiss had been perfect. Any longer and Denise probably would have started to feel uncomfortable. I started to finish that thought as had been my custom throughout that day, about her being a lesbian and all, but I was beginning to have my doubts about how committed she really was to that lifestyle. Okay, wrong choice of words. I know it's not a 'lifestyle'. You can't choose to be gay, you either are or you aren't, it's the way you were born. But, seriously, just how gay can you be if you screw a member of the opposite sex and enjoy it as much as Denise had?

Whatever. Denise's orientation or confusion therein was not the topic at hand. Our just completed coitus was.

It didn't take me anywhere near as long to finish cumming as it had Denise the first two times, more's the pity, but that doesn't mean I found it any less intense than she had. Possibly more, since for me this was the very successful conclusion to a fantasy that I had always held as the remotest of possibilities. And now it was over, fantasy no more but a very real, immensely pleasurable, thoroughly satisfying fact. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Denise watching me, the smile on her lips turning into a giggle when she saw me gazing at her.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just..." She looked away and giggled again then looked back at me as she finished "... you make the silliest expressions when you cum!"

Oh that. So she noticed. Oh well, it was true. Nothing I could do about that now. I gave her a sheepish grin and her wide smile softened a bit and she reached up with a hand to cup my cheek.

"Thank you. Really, thank you so much for doing this for me. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."

I didn't say anything in response. There was nothing to say. This either would or would not work, and if it did, well she was right. How do you repay someone for a favor like this? Give them a kidney? And if it didn't work... I didn't want to think about that right at that moment. So I said nothing, choosing instead to yield to the pressure of Denise's hand on the back of my neck and lowering my lips to hers to share another sweet kiss.

When the kiss ended I exhaled sharply and collapsed on top of Denise, burying my face in the cushion between her head and the sofa back and just staying like that for some time. Her legs were still up in the air and she put her hands back around my neck, idly stroking the hair on the back of my head while we both took the time to recover and think about what we had just done.

***

"Denise? What the hell is going on here?"

"Hello Charlie."

Charlie? Oh fuck!

"What are you doing! Why are you... Did you just have sex with him?"

"Yes Charlie, I did. I found someone who will give me what I want. I'm tired of waiting Charlie! Tired of waiting for you to put it back in your pants long enough to come home and get me pregnant! So I found someone to do it for you!"

My head had snapped up when I heard Charlie's name and I was watching his face as he listened to his wife talk. When she was done explaining what had happened Charlie turned his gaze towards me, his expression still blank. When he started to move toward the couch I pushed myself off of Denise and rushed to stand up. It was bad enough that I was naked, I didn't want to face this threat lying down as well. Denise, on the other hand, appeared to be completely unconcerned, both by her nudity and by the situation. Instead of hurrying to cover herself, or at least adopt a more dignified position, she stayed on her back on the couch and even went so far as to grasp her legs behind the knees and pull them up until they were almost touching her shoulders. Excuse me? Your husband just caught us having sex and you respond by going into some sort of compressed pile-driver position? This was unfathomable to me. I made a mental note to ask her what the hell she had been thinking when this was all over. I made another quick note to ask her if she would be willing to do it in this position should we actually end up sleeping together again. What can I say? She looked hot like that.

It took only a couple of steps for Charlie to reach the couch and stand before me and I stood there waiting for his next move. He looked at me intently, peering into my eyes as if searching there for an answer to a question he hadn't even asked.

"You agreed to this? You agreed to get my wife pregnant?"

I lifted a hand and shrugged, hoping the noncommittal gesture could be seen by both Denise and Charlie as the answer they expected.

Apparently it was. Charlie thrust his hands out, taking mine in both of his and shaking it vigorously.

"Thank you! Really, thank you! I can't tell you what this means to me. I owe you big time for this man. We should go get a drink or something, figure out how I'm going to pay you back for this. Do you need a car? I could buy you a car."

"Charlie." The exasperation in Denise's voice was plain to hear.

"Oh right, right. Now's not a good time. You're busy. I understand. So I'll get out of your way and let you two get back to making a baby!"

Clapping me on the shoulder Charlie gave me a huge grin and turned to leave the room, but not before turning back to face us and giving me two thumbs up and saying "See what you can do about making it a boy wouldja? I think I'd like having a son!"

I stood there for a minute watching the doorway Charlie had just disappeared through. What the fuck? What the hell had just happened? I turned to Denise to see if she knew. She was staring at the door also, wearing a bemused expression that slowly faded as she turned her head to meet my gaze.

"Well that went better than I expected. Good. It makes this so much easier."

Easier for whom I wonder. And now what? I didn't have to worry about Charlie kicking my ass unless I didn't get his wife pregnant with a son? Great. Just great. I moved back to the couch and took a seat next to Denise, who was still lying there with her ass pointing in the air. That reminded me.

"What's up with this position? Is this how you always argue with Charlie?"

"Huh? Oh you mean the thing with my legs. Yeah, that's to increase the chances of fertilization. See, this way gravity is working for me and your little guys don't have to swim quite so hard. Whereas if I was standing or sitting... see what I mean?"

"I see. Makes sense I guess. So how long do you have to stay like this?"

"At least half an hour, though longer is better."

Half an hour. Well I didn't have anything else that I needed to do for the next half hour. I scooted over, tucking my left leg under Denise somewhat and helping her to lift her ass into the air, further adding to the impression that she was in the pile-driver position. With my right hand I reached across and squeezed Denise's butt. Well I wasn't doing anything else with it at the moment, so why not?

"Stop that."

My eyes shifted up to Denise's and I could see she was smiling to take any sting out of her words but I stopped squeezing her cheek just the same. I imagine if I were in her position I wouldn't want someone poking at my ass either. Call it a hunch. I closed my eyes and let my head rest on the back of the sofa.

***

"What are you thinking?"

Huh? What? Thinking? Who was thinking? Not me. I was... what was I doing? Right. I was napping. Well not really napping, not enough time had passed for it to be truly called napping. It was more like dozing. But I definitely wasn't thinking. And I certainly couldn't tell Denise that. Have to think of something she'll believe...

"I was thinking about the sex..." there, she should find that easy enough to believe, and judging from the rolled eyes I'd say she did, "... and about where it may all lead."

I turned to look at her. Her expression was a cross between deliriously happy and ready to burst into tears of joy, with delirious slowly winning out. It occurred to me that I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen her truly happy. Sure she almost always appears to have a smile on, in fact in most of her movie roles it seems to be her one and only expression so that even when she's not smiling she sort of is. But those smiles always look like they're plastered on, not the genuine article. The look on her face now was one of pure delight and it was entirely real. I'm not sure I've ever seen her look that way before. The thought shocked me and I couldn't help but say something.

"You're happy. I mean, really happy."

"Of course silly. Why wouldn't I be? I'm finally going to have the baby I always wanted. Charlie's cool with it. You're cool with it. I just got finished having incredible sex. What's not to be happy about?"

Ignoring the part about how cool I was or was not I focused instead on what she had said after that. See? This is not something I expected from your typical lesbian. The confusion must have shown in the way I was looking at Denise.

"What? What's the matter? You didn't expect me to be happy about this?"

Did I want to go there? I mean really?

"No, that's not it. It's just... " apparently I did "... you thought the sex was incredible?"

"Of course I did. Couldn't you tell? I mean... didn't you think it was?"

That almost got a laugh out of me. Not think it was incredible. Fuck, I thought it was so good it deserved its own superlative.

"No. I mean of course I thought it was incredible. It's just... Denise, are you sure you're a lesbian?"

"What? What kind of question is that? Of course I'm sure. I've always... Oh! I get it. If I'm a lesbian how come I enjoyed sex with you so much. Sex with a guy."

"Well, yeah. I mean isn't that what being a lesbian really boils down to? You don't have sex with guys."

"For some I'm sure it does. I'm sure the thought of sex with a guy would be an unpleasant one for many if not most lesbians. But it doesn't work that way for me. For me it's always been about the girls, not the guys."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Sure it does. Look at it this way. It's not that guys turn me off. They don't. But they also don't turn me on. Girls turn me on. Always have. So it has nothing to do with not liking guys. I just don't need them..." I gave her a significant look at that one "... most of the time that is. And if it turns out that I do... " she reached out and took my left hand in hers "... need one from time to time, well that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself, does it? Like today. The sex was great and I enjoyed it. Simple as that. But given a choice between, say, Angelina Jolie and you, I'd choose Angelina. No offense, I just prefer women."

"I'd choose Angelina too."

Remember that happy smile that I was gushing about a few minutes ago? Well it was gone now. Replaced by a full fledged glower and Denise had started to squeeze my hand painfully hard. I had to quickly review what I had just said that had gotten her so angry so fast. Oops.

"No, no. That's not what I meant. What I meant is I'd choose Angelina over me. Not over you. Un unh. No way. Not a chance. Nothing to see here. These aren't the 'droids you want, move along."

She continued to glare at me for a few seconds more while I continued to babble, but then she relented, letting me off the hook to live to swim another day. Whew! That was close. Too close. If she'd said Jessica Alba I would have really been in trouble. I heaved a sigh of relief and let my head fall back down on the couch.

The half hour was just about over when Denise brought up the subject I'd been grappling with most of the afternoon.

"You know we're going to have to do this again."

Do tell.

I looked up at Denise with what I hoped was an open expression on my face, "Is that so?"

"Oh yes. The odds are against me getting pregnant the very first time we try. This could take months. Maybe even longer. We'll have to sit down and coordinate our schedules to take advantage of my cycle. The doctor says I have to have sex within 72 hours of the egg entering the fallopian tube if I'm to have a good chance of getting pregnant. Obviously, the more times we do it during that time, the better the chances are. Also, you're going to have to start taking a multi-vitamin. Something with selenium and zinc. Oh and you should avoid wearing tight shorts, like bicycle pants."

"Oh c'mon Denise, that's just a myth. Tight shorts have no impact on male fertility."

"I know that. I just don't like them. They're dorky. Oh! Before I forget, you're going to have to change your diet. Start eating more healthy. I can give you..."

I let Denise drone on about my new diet and what I could or couldn't have, letting the words slide in one ear and out the other, the only thing briefly grabbing my attention being the part about having to give up alcohol, while I finally came face to face with my dilemma. Sure the part about no beer was alarming, but if I held firm and made this a one time thing then the whole point was moot. On the other hand, if I agreed to do what Denise asked, and saw this through to the end, then I sort of had to be serious about it and do what was required. And if that meant taking a multi-vitamin and not wearing bicycle shorts, somehow I would manage. But the part about no alcohol... I'd deal with that problem when the time came.

First I had a choice to make. Another in a never ending sea of choices we all face each day. Toast or English muffin. Coffee or juice. Jeans or Dockers. A red tie or a blue one. Fuck Denise or not. Give her a baby or renege on my promise. Choice, choices.

Denise was still talking all the while I was reviewing my options and I let her words register with me for the first time in many seconds. I was curious to see what else she felt I would have to give up to improve her chances of conceiving, but she wasn't talking about diets or vitamins or tight shorts or anything else I would have to do or not do, or even how long the whole thing might take. She was talking about the baby. No restrictions or prohibitions, no regimens or schedules. Just this one tiny human life and how much she was looking forward to her arrival. Her. Whatever Charlie may have wanted, Denise wanted a girl. She even had the name already picked out. Samantha. Sam for short. Naturally. And while she talked about baby Sam's arrival I saw the same smile settle on her face as had been there earlier, back before I had inadvertently stepped into a mine field. She was happy. Possibly the happiest she had ever been.