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Subject: {ASSM} (PC2) Making The Baby, Ray1031 (MF ROM Caution)
Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 00:10:04 -0400
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Making the Baby (MF ROM, Caution)
(C) June 2001
by Ray1031

The following contains sex and sexual situations. 
Also included are dirty words.

If the possession or reading of such works are illegal 
for you because of your age, or location, or you find 
such material morally offensive . . . Do Not read it. 
You do not have my consent under such circumstances.

There is a "twist" at the end of this one, folks. You may 
not like it . . . I can't say what it is without ruining the story 
itself. But be warned!!



Making the Baby
by Ray1031


Katrina

  Katrina had been nervous and excited all day. Now she 
was getting peeved . . . Jeffrey, Jeff was late . . . today, 
of all days, he was late. This was to be 'the day'. After 
eight long years together, this was to be 'the day'. 

  They'd met in Germany, fallen in love, and decided to 
make a life together. She'd moved to the United States, 
giving up her family, her friends, her entire life, all for him. 
He had been her sponsor, providing her with a place to 
live and promises of support for the Immigration 
Department, since they were not married.

  At the very beginning, they had agreed, no children until 
she was out of school and he had his business established. 
No children until they had a home of their own and could 
afford them. 

  She had finished her schooling two years ago and now 
worked with him at the business. The business was now 
successful, with established clientele and an annual gross, 
for each of the last two years, of almost an even million. 
The people working for them knew their jobs, liked their 
bosses and the company. They were all one family. 

  They were ready. Now, they'd decided, was the time, and 
tonight was to be the start. They were going to produce a 
child, their child. It had been discussed at length, between 
themselves and with their doctor. Tests had been performed, 
physicals taken, and 'they' were ready. They had both agreed 
that the child should be born next March or April, so it needed 
to be conceived this month. At the advice of their Doctor, 
they'd had no sex for the last 30 days. Allowing plenty of time 
for any residual birth control in her system to dissipate and for 
their own juices and sex drives to kick themselves into 
overdrive for tonight. They were going to have sex a minimum 
of three times daily, every single day (except during her 
menstruation), for the next 30 days. They were both currently 
so horney that sleeping in the same bed had been extremely 
difficult for the last week or so. 

  But, he was late . . .

  She sat again before her dressing table and, for the fourth 
time that evening, began brushing her long raven locks, 
examined her dusty rose lipstick for smearing and lightly 
touched up her make-up, for the fifth time. Katrina stepped 
to the full length mirror on the closet door and again looked
at herself, wondering if she should change her choice of 
clothing yet again. She'd started with the sheer, red nightie, 
because it was her favorite of her sexy ones. Then she'd 
changed to the slightly more opaque, plunge cut, light blue, 
over the shoulder baby-doll with the matching French-cut 
panty, because blue was his favorite color. Finally, she'd 
decided on something she'd bought two months ago, 
something Jeff hadn't seen her in yet. A dark green, rubbery, 
vinyl bra and panty set with heart-shaped cut-outs in the 
brassiere and no crotch in the panty. She'd added a light 
green garter and fishnets for contrast, and wore her sheerest, 
thinnest white robe over all.

  She sat back on the bed, propping herself up with pillows 
and picked up her book.


Jeffrey

  For his part, Jeff was trying to make up for lost time. 
Everything seemed to be working against him this afternoon. 
It started at noon when they ran out of coffee, somehow it 
had been omitted from the last delivery by Office Max. A 
new office assistant was sent out for a can of coffee and 
instead of Folgers, had returned with Hill's Brothers (a chicory 
coffee - nasty stuff). Of course, he was to be forgiven. He 
didn't drink coffee, didn't know the favored brand in the office, 
and so, had bought what his mother drank.

  The office phones had gone on the blink. Something to do 
with a Taxi cab accident and a phone company routing box 
a block over.

  Then the call from the local IRS office. They wanted to 
come in and look at the company books tomorrow. So he'd 
stayed an hour over, working at the computers to be sure 
the books were up to date and that everything was in them.

  When he finally left the office, his damn 'vette wouldn't start. 
Another hour waiting for a tow truck to help him start it.

  Finally, to top everything else, after he'd called for the tow 
truck, he tried to call home so Katrina wouldn't worry . . . 
the fucking cell phone died with a soft 'plip' as he dialed. the 
local phone booth and the phones in the office were still out. 
So here he was, two blocks from home, two hours late, ten 
miles over the speed limit, thinking things were finally going 
right.

  He relaxed, thinking about his beloved Katrina and the 
promised night ahead. He glanced to the passenger seat and 
the box of chocolates and box of carnations there. He hoped 
that bringing her favorite flowers and food would return some 
of the romance to the planned evening. Then the old woman 
in the 12 year old Cadillac backed out of her driveway in front 
of him, without looking.


Katrina

  She was worried. Jeff was never more than an hour late 
without calling. She'd tried to call the office and been told 
that the number was not in service. She'd tried his cellular 
phone and was told that the phone was either off or out 
of the service area.
  
  Looking at the clock again, Katrina stamped her foot and 
thought 'Two hours. What can be keeping him?' Then the 
front door opened and in walked Jeff, with a box of 
chocolates and a box of flowers for her. She opened the 
box as he told her about his day, 'Carnations, my favorite!'

  " . . . how I was able to miss that Cadillac, I'll never know. 
I mean, she backed right out in front of me without looking."
  "That's okay, darling, you're here now and everything is 
right as rain. Do you want something to eat or drink first, or 
should we go straight to bed?" she asked, hugging him 
around the neck and kissing him lightly on the chin.
  "Sweetheart, let's go to bed before something else happens."
 And they did.

  For the next two hours, everything went like they'd planned, 
better than they'd planned. Every move was perfect, each a 
step further into glorious ecstasy. Every word was excellent, 
further fuel for the fire of their passions. Jeffrey finished three 
times and Katrina had lost count after the first half hour. 
They'd paused for rest and to restart Jeff's equipment, only 
twice, but continued kissing, petting and cuddling, even during 
these small breaks. 
  They were into their third break, laying together in the spoon 
position on their waterbed. Katrina was behind him, her arms 
draped around his waist and her fingernails drawing light curly-
ques on his abdomen as they discussed whether or not he had 
'just one more' left in him, when the doorbell rang.
  "Oh no," said Katrina. "Not now. How about if we ignore it?"
  "Can't, it might be Jenny from next door. She wouldn't speak 
to you for a week if she found out we were here and didn't 
answer." Jeff said, moving to the edge of the bed. "Can you 
get it dear? I have to go to the bathroom."

  Katrina looked through the door's small decorative window 
as she belted her heavy cotton robe about herself. She really 
expected to see Jenny. As much as she had come to care 
about the older woman in the next house, her timing was 
usually atrocious and this would be not exception. But it 
wasn't Jenny . . . it was two cops.

  Katrina opened the door. "Yes, may I help you?" 
  "Mrs. Kress? Mrs. Jeffrey Kress?" asked the shorter of 
the two officer's, as they both removed their hats.
  "Yes," she replied. Although she and Jeff still were not 
married, and may never get that 'official' paper, yet they 
considered themselves husband and wife and referred to 
themselves as such, both privately and public.
  "May we come in?"
  Katrina stepped back out of the way, holding the door 
almost defensively as they stepped past her. "What is 
this all about?"
  "There's no easy way to say this, Ma'am. There's been 
an accident."
  Thinking that it must be Jenny, next door she asked, 
"What happened? Is she all-right?"
  "She?" said the taller officer, a look of surprise crossing 
his face for a moment. "No, you misunderstand. We're 
here because Jeffrey Kress was in an accident."
  Katrina felt the floor lurch under her feet. She felt a little 
dizzy, nothing seemed to focus right except the tall officer's 
bright green eyes. "Wha . . . What? It can't be, Jeff is here, 
Jeff is in the bathroom."
  The shorter of the two officers had nudged the taller in the 
ribs at his comments, and once again led the conversation. 
"Does Mr. Kress drive a red Corvette?"
  "Why, Yes he does."
  "And you're sure he's in the bathroom?"
  "Why, yes, sure, I uh," suddenly realizing she hadn't heard 
anything from the back of the house since she walked out 
of the bedroom. ". . . at least, I think so."
  They went and checked. They checked the entire house. 
No Jeff. Katrina was becoming frantic. He had to be there . 
. . He just had to . . . They'd just made love . . . They'd had 
two hours of really fantastic sex . . . She still had that 'fresh 
fucked' feeling in her abdomen . . . She could feel some 
'seepage' on the inside of her left thigh . . . He had to be 
there . . .
   As she was checking the bathroom and bedroom for a 
second time, the shorter officer was saying, "There WAS 
an accident, involving your husband's car, just two blocks 
from here. An older woman in a Cadillac backed out of her 
driveway in front of the car. Whoever was driving swerved 
and missed the woman, but struck a street light pole. The 
pole snapped in half and fell on top of the car. The driver 
was killed. We need you to come with us, please. We 
need to know if you can identify the body."
  Katrina fainted.

  Two paramedics revived Katrina, and the rest of the night 
was very surreal . . . she never would remember it clearly. 
She was transported to the hospital where she was examined 
and given a doctor's okay, before the officer's escorted her 
to the basement morgue. She was introduced to another 
officer, wearing a normal suit, but he had a badge. She was 
introduced to a doctor, and led to an examining room where 
she was asked to look at a body under a sheet. It was Jeff. 
She fainted again.

  It was two weeks and a dozen visits with a psychologist 
later before she was released from the hospital. She had 
finally been convinced that she had dreamed everything 
between herself and Jeff on the night of the accident. 
Slowly, she began picking up the pieces of her life again. 
Thankfully, the business was so well established, and their 
people so well trained, that things basically ran themselves 
while she recovered.

  Six weeks after the accident, after THAT night, she was 
in her doctor's office having a complete physical examination. 
She and Jeff had made the appointment over two months ago, 
while discussing their plans for a pregnancy with the doctor. 
Katrina had forgotten it until a reminder arrived in the mail two 
days ago. Rather than cancel the appointment, Katrina had 
decided to keep it. She was still having trouble sleeping, and 
though she disliked them, she was going to ask the doctor 
for some sleeping pills. 

  When he came back into the examining room, the doctor 
said, "I was really sorry to hear of your loss, Katrina. But I 
think I have some good news for you today. Congratulations 
are in order."
  "What?" 
  "You're pregnant. About six weeks I should guess."
  
  Katrina fainted.


Ray



(God alone knows why I had to write this one. I was reading 
Jeff's "Waiting for the Future" when the thing simply jumped 
into my head, whole and complete. I simply couldn't NOT 
write it. I know damn good and well that this puppy is going 
to squick a whole bunch of people, and for that I'm sorry. But, 
it's not going to let me rest until I post it. - The whole thing 
took a grand total of two hours to do.)

If you want to flame this one, be my guest.

Ray


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