I did understand why she went silent. At least I thought so. As soon as the donation was done, she probably didn’t want me to hang around too much; it was supposed to be a clinical thing, after all. It was just a bit frustrating, not knowing anything. I tried focusing on my work, but analyzing Aristotelian text is only interesting up to a certain point. Especially when the thing competing for your attention span is the image of a stunning, curvy redhead flashing before your eyes.
Getting another phone call from said redhead didn’t exactly help either. As soon as I saw that caller ID, I snatched the phone off my desk and answered it.
“Hey?”
“Hi, Ben.”
“Yeah!”
“I need…”
“Okay!”
“Heh… eager, are we? What if what I needed was just some help moving a couch?”
“Uh… is it that?”
“No, you’re right. I need another go from you.”
“Okay. I’m there.”
“Good. See you Saturday.”
“Yep.”
“Oh, and Ben?”
“Yeah?”
“I like that you’re eager. I really like that.”
As we hung up, I started thinking about the last time. The sight of her in that thin, see-through garment. Her voice when she looked at the results of my efforts. “Good boy.” she’d said, grinning happily. She wished her husband could cum as much as I had, she’d said, her voice growing huskier and her eyes more and more cloudy. I remembered it vividly. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one getting excited by this. No, this wasn’t just a clinical thing – not for me, and not for her either…
The next two days were agony. I thought about it constantly. Why couldn’t she have called me just a few hours before I needed to go? I would have been ready, I thought. Now I had to go for two whole days instead, thinking about what was going to happen once I was back at her place.
I hoped that she would, once again, show me her amazing body, clad in something that leaves little to the imagination. Maybe she would even masturbate on her bed and let me watch, in an effort to make me really horned up so that I’d give her more of my juices. Well, it worked last time, and if she thought she could put on a show for me in order to make me produce more for her, I was all for it.
Saturday finally rolled around, and I couldn’t get over there fast enough. I had spent the morning in the bathroom, shaving and showering as thoroughly as possible, but there’s really only so much cleaning one can do before it becomes ridiculous. As the train wasn’t leaving until 2 p.m., I was left to suffer in my own impatience – pacing around, brushing my teeth, having a snack, brushing my teeth again… Then, finally, I made my way down to the station. Now there was just the problem of having a two hour long train journey ahead of me. Of course, during that time I wouldn’t be thinking about Aunt Liz at all…
She picked me up at the station as usual. No see-through negligee or breezy summer dress, sadly. She was wearing a thick coat, on account of the cold weather.
“I have a good plan for tonight.” she told me as we drove the rest of the way to her house.
“Okay?”
“Yeah, Ted’s away for a few days again… That’s why it took so long for me to call you, you know. First, I had to wait to see if the insemination had worked, and when it hadn’t, I had to wait until he was going away on business again before I could get you back here. Then I had to make sure the timing was right… I mean, there’s no help in Ted being out of the house if that’s when I have my period. It’s been such a…”
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