Page 4 of The Virgin's Baby Daddy

The next morning is Allyson’s doctor’s appointment. Just a regular appointment, a well-baby exam. She’s doing wonderfully, and I feel great about that. Brian goes to the appointment with me for moral support, and I think that’s just stunning. It’s probably my imagination but he seems a lot more romantic and sweeter with me when we get home. I mean, he’s always sweet and romantic but he’s particularly sweet.

And we make love.

And he’s sweet the next day and the next, and there’s lots of sex.

And we watch movies together.

And more, and I realize that I’m living a complete fantasy right now because any day now, the university is going to have his apartment ready. When that happens, he won’t need my house. I’m trying to believe he’ll still want me but why would he, really? I’m a girl with almost no life experience. He’s an accomplished academic with an actual life.

I still do all that I can to enjoy the fantasy. I hold him, kiss him, please him, make love to him, and do everything I can to pretend it isn’t all going to disappear.

Chapter Five

After seven days, I’m feeling elated. We’ve screwed six ways to Sunday! Okay, wow. That makes me seem like a pretty damned silly nymphomaniac crazy girl. Sorry. I’m feeling elated. In addition to that and not really directly related, we’ve screwed six ways to Sunday. See, those were two separate thoughts.

I’m feeling elated because I feel like the two of us are really compatible. I mean, I feel elated because all of the non-sexual aspects of my crush on Dr. Denmark are being addressed, if that makes any sense. I mean, I really shouldn’t be thinking along these lines. I have today and maybe one or two days more after today to live with him. Who knows whether or not there will be anything that carries over?

I want the relationship to carry over. I most certainly want it. You can't believe that!

You have to understand, though, that I have no experience in this sort of thing. I mean, I wasn’t a virgin because I made a conscious decision not to allow dates to screw me. I was a virgin because I didn’t date. I made a conscious decision to focus on my education and other priorities. Somewhere along the line, I decided I wasn’t going to bother with dating at all unless I was pretty sure that the dating would lead to turning in my V-card, so to speak.

He's still asleep. It’s about five in the morning, just a few minutes past. He has to be at the school at eight and he’ll be waking up at about six.

Or now.

Because I want to… Wow! It sounds pretty damned slutty to say what I was going to say! He’s going to wake up now because I want to suck his dick. There, I said it. I really enjoy the times I give him blowjobs so far. I think there’s a sense of control that I get from it that makes me feel more, I don’t know, competent.

In any case, I love the idea of waking him up with my mouth, taking a long shower together and having sex, and then just pampering him until he leaves for the college. I want to make him cum the moment he gets home and then at least twice more before he falls asleep. I know it seems like a whole lot but what I really want to do is make out last day together, if that’s what it is, something filled with excitement and fun.

So, I’m excited as I carefully move the blanket out of the way and position myself between his legs. I’m careful as I get his cock into my mouth. I’m more measured than I have been this week when it comes to my movements and my speed. I want him to wake up gradually, I guess.

I have no flipping idea what I’m going to do if he doesn’t want to continue the relationship. I know I’ll be pretty damned devastated. I know that the very thought of it is terrifying.

So, what the heck do I do?

There’s something almost cathartic about giving this blowjob. I know I must really be showing my inexperience to say something like that but that’s how it feels to me. There’s a level of intimacy that feels truly wonderful. In addition, I feel a sense of participation that I love. What I mean by that is only that sex often feels to me like something happening to me rather than something I’m doing.

Wow. That sounds bad.

Sex is all so new for me (ignore for a moment the long break between my first time and my second, and I’ve only been sexually active for about a week!) that every time I feel wide-eyed and innocent and just trying to experience things. Does that make sense? When I give a blowjob, though, and I think this is only the fourth or maybe the fifth, I feel like I’m actually participating.

I’m going to cry.

I’m going to just break down in tears.

What the hell?

How do I go from enjoying blowjobs to this?

I pull my mouth off and the tears come. I don’t mean for it, and I hate that I’m loud as hell. Even though I’m grateful for Dr. Denmark’s arms suddenly encircling me and pulling me up to him, I hate that I’m weeping like some inconsolable madwoman and I don’t even know why!

He holds me and strokes my hair. He whispers softly, “When I have my place, I still want to see you. I still want to be with you. I hope you want that.”

I whimper some sort of agreement through my tears. He strokes my hair and asks, “Is that what this is about? Are you worried about me having my own place and not wanting the relationship to continue.”

“No,” I wail, “it’s not that! I never told you Allyson’s your daughter!”

Oh, holy shit.

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