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I was finishing up my master’s in college. Graduation was mere weeks away. At the age of 33, it had taken me a bit longer to finish my masters after taking a few gap years in between. In our classes, there were only a handful of us and we were usually all self-determined and self-paced, never really socializing too much.
I did however, have a female friend whom I’d known since freshman year who was also in my master’s class. She was a bit younger than me at 27. We’d always been casual friends, hanging out together occasionally, talking about our partners, breakups, etc. Being in the same class, we often spent hours in the library or at one of our apartments, silently working on assignments together or eating lunch before parting ways. It was never anything more than that, though I did find her extremely attractive.
She was smaller, about 5’2, ethnically Asian with long black hair that went down past her neck. She had nice, kind eyes, with thick eyebrows, and a very fun smile, one that lit up her entire face when she smiled. On the other hand, I was much the opposite. White, tall (6’6), muscular, with short brown hair. I was tall, but with a calm and quiet personality.
We both knew the big day of graduation was coming up soon, and neither of us were particularly looking forward to the event. We’d both gone through recent breakups, her just a month prior, and me 6 months prior. We weren’t looking forward to going through the ordeal of not having partners to celebrate the day with. Of course we would take photos with family and each other, but it wouldn’t feel the same.
She was however excited about being done with school. She’d already been offered a high paying job with a firm that would start a week after graduation. She was excited for it and I was for her.
One day, as we did frequently, we made our way through campus to get to my place that was just a few minutes walk from campus. As we walked along, chit chatting away, we saw a young mother holding her young child’s hand. The girl was hopping along as they walked.
“Mommy can we go to the park please?”
Her mom smiled and said yes they could and off they went, the child continuing to hop along while holding onto her mother’s hand.
I thought nothing of it, but then I noticed my friend was frozen in the spot. I looked over at her and saw her frowning, pondering. Her thinking face as I liked to call it. She turned to look at me and smiled. Something seemed to change in her right then, but I thought nothing of it. We continued on walking and finally we entered my apartment. My roommate was out, which I preferred.
We pulled out or books and sat across from each other at the table. Neither of us spoke. We were so used to just getting to our studies. A moment later, she broke the silence.
“Seeing that mother and her girl at the campus got me thinking,” she said.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhmm.” She paused as if trying to form her next words. Then she finally continued. “I’ve been thinking maybe I’m ready to be a mother, to have a baby.”
I looked up from my book and saw her smiling at me. “Oh? But you’re not married and you don’t have a boyfriend.”
She looked down briefly before looking back at me. “I know I know.” She paused. “But. I don’t think it matters. I’d like someone to get me pregnant. I wouldn’t ask anything of them after or require child support. I just want a baby. I feel ready.”
“But what about your job?”
“I’ve looked into it. They give great mat leave support. I’d be able to take time off and take care of the child.”
“It seems like you’ve given this a lot of thought.”
She nodded. “And seeing the mother and child today. It felt like a sign. That I need this.”
“Mhmm. It does seem like it was a sign doesn’t it?”
I saw her look down at her notes, at the table. Her face was contemplating, thinking. It was clear she wanted to say something. Then she looked up at me as if making a decision.
“And.” She paused to gather her thoughts. “I want you to be the father.”
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I looked down at my notebook, feeling myself reddening. A long moment passed before I responded.
“I. Um-”
Sensing my discomfort, she chimed in. “Obviously you don’t have to, but it makes sense. You’re tall, you have good genes, and you’re a good friend. I can’t think of anyone more suitable.”
“Well I’d have to-”
“Think about it. I know. Of course later you can text me and let me know, think it over. I would like it to happen on graduation night. I’ve figured out that I’ll be ovulating that night. And like I said, I wouldn’t expect or want any child support. I have a stable job. Or I will.”
I nodded, still in shock.
“Ok enough of that,” she said. “Let’s get back to our work.”
So we did. But I couldn’t focus. All I could think of was whether I wanted to father a child, for her. I pondered that over even after she left. But soon I’d found that I’d come to a decision. I would. She texted me a few hours later and asked if I’d given it a thought. I said yes, and that I’d decided I’d help her. She told me great, and that it would happen after graduation in the same night.
Finally graduation came, and we went up to get our degrees, and our pictures with family and friends. After we took a picture together, she told me of the time. “7 tonight. My place.” I simply nodded. I still couldn’t quite believe I was going through with it, but it felt right.
The night came and I made her way to her place and knocked on her door. She opened the door and smiled.
“Hey. I managed to get my roomates out of the house for tonight.”
I smiled a bit awkwardly. She sensed my discomfort. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes,” I responded. “I do.”
She smiled and welcomed me inside. I looked her up and down. She was wearing a robe. I wasn’t sure if she had underwear on beneath or not.
“Would you like a drink?”
“I’m good, thanks.”
She nodded. “Okay. Same actually. Shall we get started? I figure some foreplay would make things easier first.”
“Sure.”
I followed her to the bedroom. She had the bed all set up, the covers ready. She climbed onto the bed and patted the spot next to her. I lay next to her and looked at her. We looked into each other’s eyes smiling. Then she slowly began to remove her robe, untying the knot. She had nothing else on underneath. Her supple breasts were beautiful, and her nipples were already hard. Her pussy was already glistening with wetness underneath her dark trimmed pubic hair.
She smiled as I ogled her over. I could already feel myself hardening. “Your turn,” she said.
I began to strip myself down, taking off each article of clothing one by one until I was nude. She looked down at my part and looked back at me. “Wow. You’re big.” I nodded.
“Shall we?” she asked. I nodded again.
She took a hold of my cock and began to give me a handjob. I moaned as she went, and slowly I was becoming hard. I took one of her breasts with my hand and began to touch her nipple. She moaned in pleasure as I played with her hard nipple and found myself growing ever larger.
Then she ducked her head down onto my hip, took my cock in her hand and took my dick in her mouth. I moaned immediately and groaned as she sucked me. She kept sucking me, taking the entire thing inside her. I groaned and moaned from the pleasure, my hand subconsciously shifting to her clit. I felt her with my fingers, rubbing in and around her, feeling her soaking wet with need and pleasure.
I was finally rock hard, and sensing that she pulled my dick out. She looked at me and smiled. “I think we’re ready.” I smiled and gave her a peck on the lips.
She lay back down on the bed and lay flat on her back, adjusting herself so that she was ready. I didn’t need to be asked. I scrambled and loomed over her. admiring her body, her beautiful breasts, her thin slit. The urge to fuck was incessant now. She looked at my body, her eyes moving from my 8″ cock to my face. We made eye contact and she smiled.
“I’m ready,” she said.
I took one last look at her before spreading her legs open and revealing her hole. I touched her a bit with my fingers first, feeling her pussy grip my fingers, the wetness running down my fingers. I took a hold of my cock and slowly shifted it down against her pussy, and then very slowly my tip entered her. She groaned and her lips took me in. I moaned from the pleasure and slowly I pushed myself inside her. We moaned loudly simultaneously as my cock buried itself deep. She was so wet and tight that it felt incredible.
I looked down at her and we locked eyes, her face exhibiting need and desire. I felt the same lust and desperation. Looking into her eyes, I went in and out slowly, thrusting into her pussy deeply, pulling open her pussy more and more with my large cock, her body shaking each time I went all the way. Her face shuddered from each thrust.
“Ohhh. You’re so big. Keep going.”
That was my cue. I began to speed up, thrusting harder and farther, me moaning as I penetrated her, her screaming and yelling out in pleasure. We went like that for a couple more minutes, the feeling incredible. She orgasmed once, her body shuddering beneath me as she came as I continued thrusting. I started to feel myself close to climax after and slowed down so that I was thrusting slowly.
She looked at me, surprised, her face red and clenched in pleasure. “What is it?” she asked.
“I’m going to come soon. Are you sure this is what you want?”
She hesitated ever so slightly, then she said, “yes.”
I nodded and resumed my thrusting, returning to the same speed I had been going. I felt myself close, my orgasm coming. I continued going as we locked eyes, both of us in ecstasy. And then I felt it.
“I’m coming!” I shouted.
“Yes please!. Cum in me! Give me a baby.”
And then I lost it. I looked into her eyes as I started to cum, my body shaking from my orgasm as I stopped thrusting, my cock balls deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around my hips tightly giving in to the feeling. I felt myself throbbing in her pussy, my seed spurting deep into her, filling her up. It was an incredible feeling. Knowing I was filling her up, that I was giving her my sperm, that it was my sperm that was going to give her a child. She looked up at me passionately, a grin on her face. She groaned as she felt my spurts of semen hit her insides.
Finally I was finished, the last of my sperm filling her. We remained there for a while, me on top and inside her. “We need to stay like this for a few minutes so that none of it drips out, “she said.
I nodded and lay on top of her, my cock still hard but softening. Finally some time went by before I pulled out and lay down next to her groaning.
“That was incredible,” I said.
“Mhmm.” She looked at me and smiled.
Finally we were done with the deed and put on our clothes. I left not long after, giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. “I’ll let you know if it worked or not. If not, we can try again.”
“Of course,” I said. Then I left.
Three weeks later she texted me. “Thanks. It worked.”
That’s all the text said. It was so gratifying, so incredible to hear her say that. And that was that.
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