When I come back to earth Anna is looking down at me with a grin on her face. She’s twitching her hips from side to side at a languid pace as she luxuriates in the sensation. When she sees me looking up at her she says, “Jesus, you are good fuck”, and then giggles.
I playfully tweak her left nipple and reply, “So are you.” We both laugh and she drops her torso down on my chest and pushes her legs down the inside of mine. She stays there like that as we tease each other with our flexing genitals until our breathing returns to normal. Anna rolls off me and lies on her side running her fingers through my sparse chest hair. My arm is under her and I lightly run my hand from her ass to her shoulder and back again. We fall asleep just like that.
When I wake, my arm is completely asleep and it hurts like hell. In the process of extricating it to get blood flowing again, Anna wakes up. Without hesitation she grabs my flaccid and sticky cock and starts jerking on it again. She lifts herself on her other elbow and says, “Let’s go again.” My cock is all in on her suggestion.
I roll toward her as she rolls onto her back still clutching my now rigid cock. I lean in to kiss her and while face to face in the dark she says, “I have something to tell you first.” I can see her gleaming white teeth even in the dark so she’s grinning about something. I stay where I am, inches above her face as she whispers, “I’m pregnant.”
In my current reverie all these years later, those words reverberate over and over again – “I’m pregnant”. “I’M PREGNANT”. “I’M PREGNANT”.
I look down at her as she grins up at me. I don’t know what to say at this moment so I don’t say anything. As evidenced by TV shows and movies, guys always say such stupid things at moments like this. I lower my lips to hers and kiss her passionately for several moments. She giggles in mid-kiss and pulls back and says, “Well. What have you got to say, mister?” as she tightens her grip on my cock.
I’ve thought over the past many years about that initial reaction to her announcement. I still haven’t decided if kissing her like that was an appropriate reaction or not, especially considering what would transpire in the next few hours.
Following that post announcement kiss I make passionate love to Anna for more than two hours. She has many orgasms. I lose count. She is oblivious as she rolls from one into another. It’s amazing to watch and even better to participate. She finally cries uncle and says, “No more. Oh God, you’re killing me.” She rolls out from under me and pushes me down on my back and gives me one of her infamous deep-throat blowjobs until I fill her up. We cuddle up together and kiss until we both fall asleep. I remember her lifting herself to an elbow and then she rolls away to her side facing away from me. When I wake later she’s in the same position.
It’s at this point that I wish my reverie would end. I reach over to touch her on the shoulder and to my unforgettable horror it was cold and hard. I instantly spring from the bed and try to roll her onto her back. Her body is stiff and resists my efforts. I let out a blood curdling scream. Anna is clearly dead. My mind can’t wrap around the reality and I sit there on the edge of the bed stroking her hair back from her face pleading with God to make her okay. As always, he offers no help or comfort.