We Create a Life

At length we re-entered Earth orbit. An after-pulse here, then another, his, mine, mine, his, then a last one, almost together.

Jim slipped out of me. He moved me back on the sleeping platform. He lay beside me on his back. He rolled me over him, let me cover him with my body, allowing his still somewhat hard shaft to rest between my legs.

Before long he was hard again. He slipped back inside me. He wanted to keep me plugged, he said, to be sure the seed got where it was meant to go. We snuggled that way for longer than either of us remembers, speculating about the moment his seed might arrive. We'll never know, but we picked a moment, said it had entered my egg at that instant. Just like his pulsing manhood had entered my receiving womanhood a short time before.

And lo, it must have been thus, as I had to agree when my next period, due less than three weeks later, didn't occur.