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Subject: {ASSM} <P2C> A Pregnancy Story--Waiting for the Future (mf rom preg) {Jeff Zephyr}
Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 09:10:02 -0400
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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if you have
problems which result from reading further.

This story was written for Pendragon's 2nd Challenge. One of the
consequences of sex is often something that the lovers desire very
much, but many stories concentrate on avoiding it, or in achieving it
in an unromantic fashion.  This tale is about a deliberate, loving
attempt to make a little extra miracle happen.



Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or
things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way
based on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other
repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your
problem, not mine.

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A Pregnancy Story--Waiting for the Future (mf rom preg) by Jeff
Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001



She was waiting in her room that night, wearing a frilly white
nightgown.  Not her usual sleeping garment, sexily seductive in
design, making her image in the mirror breathtakingly lovely.  Naked
under it, of course, anticipating the events of this special night.

Just sitting on the bed, counting off days in her head, knowing that
this night was finally here.  On her dresser, she had placed candles,
giving the room a soft, flickering, romantic glow.  No other light,
not even from the darkly draped windows, made a perfect setting for
this, her most special time.

In the center of the candle lit dresser was her birth control
container, unused.  Pointing out exactly what she'd been counting the
days off for.

Touching herself lightly, smoothing her gown, enjoying her appearance,
she only allowed just enough contact with her sensitive places to
relax and inspire, preparation for later, not more.  She held back
each time her fingers seemed to get out of her control, touching,
pulling, pushing.  This was a special time, more than just another
coupling, more than merely physical pleasure.

'Will he never come' she thought, again.  What if he couldn't make it
tonight?  Another month lost, waiting to try again.  It made her sad
to think that might happen, and she was young.  Each month seemed like
an eternity, and she no longer wanted to just wait and hope.

The door opened, quietly, and he stepped inside.  Wearing just a light
robe, looking clean and handsome.  But she only saw the robe for a
moment, as it slipped off as he closed the door and came to her bed.

"I've been waiting for you," she said.  Obvious, she knew, and not
something profoundly romantic to mark the occasion.  Her nervousness
was hard to control.  'This isn't a night for jitters, girl,' she
thought. 'He needs to do it perfectly, no problems, no worries
tonight.  Just the way we planned, so just stay calm, and sexy."

He was naked, but not visibly ready yet for their mutual desire.  She
said pulled him down onto the bed by her for a kiss, and between the
kisses, said, "I'm so glad you're here," joyfully, her eyes sparkling
with delight.

Her arousal was obvious to him, and he too worried.  This situation
was the exact opposite of his usual worry, that their best efforts at
protection would fail, and he'd be forced to make a decision against
his will.  This time, he worried only that he'd fail to please her,
and that the magic of life wouldn't bless them.  All those prayers for
the exact opposite worried him.  What if the powers above didn't allow
for the new circumstances?

She was so lovely, and she found him to be so too.  Touches and kisses
turned to passion, nightgown swiftly removed as the lovers joined in a
swirl of kisses and touches on all sorts of sensitive places. 
Thrilling sensations, chills of pleasure, all nothing unusual, except
for the hope that the result would be far more than usual for them.

The fire of their love and lust burned away any worries, as they
prepared for their special act.  They enjoyed it often, but this time,
the effect would last for more than just one night.

She lay beneath him, even knowing that the position didn't matter all
that much.  Both enjoyed this contact a lot, in any positions, but she
insisted that for this night, doing it this way, catching her prize so
it wouldn't leak out.  This way, they'd both enjoy it.  She loved his
attentions, as he thrust into her from above, making sure to catch her
movements, matching each surge of pleasure.  He feeling her heat and
wetness, she finding his love in the form of breath and kisses, the
most wonderful sharing of the joy of their love.

Finally, the thrills of ultimate pleasure.  Hers first, anticipating
his, and even more, the powerful magic of life, changing both of
theirs this night.  Then his, his hot semen shooting deep inside her,
upwards, into her womb.  She imagined feeling it pass inside there, to
fulfill her destiny, and felt sure that the miracle she had asked for
had really happened.

They lay together, not parting, just staying quiet, to give the little
swimmers a little longer to reach their mark, so they'd be comfortable
in their new home.

She kissed him softly, hugged him gently, and he brushed his fingers
through her hair and kissed her in return.  The first impact of their
coupling was purely physical, the next overpoweringly emotional, and
neither felt up to speaking quite yet.

After a long wait, he said, smiling, "So, I'm going to be a daddy!"

"And I'm going to be a mommy!  It will be so good, us together.  I
love you so much, this is just the best thing anyone's ever done for
me," she sighed.

He kissed her again, enjoying their embrace, not willing to let go of
her.  But laying on top of her, though joyful during their actions,
wasn't so comfortable, and finally, he rolled to one side, and she
rolled to face him, still kissing, then just holding him close.



"Now, Dad will have to let us get married!" she said.  "I don't want
to
wait two more years.  It is so stupid that we can't just do it, just
because I'm not 18 yet.  But it will be so great, we'll be together,
and we'll be a family, you and me and the baby."

"Yes, it will be great," he said.

But it felt less scary before they did it.  Sex was wonderful, of
course, snd while doing it, the idea that they'd be able to do it,
once married, whenever they wanted, that was even better.  Being with
her forever, that was great too.  Even being a father, and husband,
that part wasn't bad either.

But it was still something which was hard to contemplate without
trepidation.  Their parents weren't going to take this well, their
forcing the situation like this.  Especially since they weren't even
supposed to be dating, in a sexual relations kind of way.  It was just
a crush, her Dad pretended.

"Dad will quit complaining about you so much, being a lay-about and
that, once you're married and you get a job.  Your dad will be nicer
too, I'm sure.  Having a grandkid will make them so happy, you know? 
Plus, we'll be able to get our own place, eventually, but we can stay
at our parents for a while, at least until the baby grows a little and
maybe I go back to school and graduate, so I can get a better job."

'Not like me,' he thought, but didn't say.  It was hard to get a
really good job without graduating from high school, and that was part
of the problem he had with his parents, and hers.  He didn't think he
was lazy, but he didn't want to work at anything which didn't pay well
enough, and wasn't easy enough to do for the money.

It would work out, though, he hoped.  He didn't mean to let things get
so messed up earlier in his life, so he had to drop out of school, and
being in love, getting married, and having a family was what he really
wanted from life.  Something would turn up, or he could go back to
school, maybe at night.  Sneaking into her room to make love was good.
He loved her a lot, and being able to do this openly, no sneaking,
would be even better.

They talked about being in love more, holding and kissing.  Then, she
asked, "Do you think you could do it again?  An extra shot can't
hurt."



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other charges specifically for the story, without permission.

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