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Subject: {ASSM} "Learning to Fly" by Dancer (MF, oral, Mdom, preg) [3/3]
Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 23:10:04 -0500
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I love giving quizzes! Maybe I should have been a teacher?

When did The Police break up?
What happened in August 1977?
Bob Geldof made his fame doing what in the early 1980s?

Got the answers? No? Then get out of the story intro and 
check out this web site: <http://www.bluesclues.com/steve> 
If you answered correctly, read on and I hope you enjoy the 
continuing saga of Christi and Eric.

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{Poster's Note: This is the final story in a three-part 
series.  "Handi-Capable" and "Fledgling" are the first two 
'chapters'; though my darling wife has included a fair bit 
of expository information, you might enjoy it more if you 
read the series in completion.  And remember, even though I 
- Empath - am the one who posted these stories, my wife - 
Dancer - is the author.}

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Learning to Fly
By Dancer
Copyright, 2001


Jail wasn't the hard place you see in the movies. Christi 
found it tedious. You stayed locked up in your cell until 
exercise time or if you had any visitors. The jailers gave 
her three meals a day and a shower every morning. Her 
cellmate, and only other prisoner, was a woman named Reany 
Jones. Reany was in for public intoxication and serving 
nine days. They didn't talk much, unless the silence got 
too much. Each knew why the other was in jail and that was 
the only verbal exchange during the past 36 hours.

Reany returned to the cell after getting to go outside for 
a cigarette. The state law said you can't smoke inside 
public buildings unless in a designated area, usually 
outside. Now Christi knew the big reason why convicts 
smoked. "Hey Reany, how's the weather?" Christi asked.

"Sunny." Reany shuffled over to her bunk and sat down. More 
silence. One officer walked by the cell to check on them. 
"Got the time?" Reany asked the cop.

She glanced at her watch. "Nine-thirty." She walked away.

Christi sighed and rested her chin in her palm. "I wonder 
what Eric's doing?"

           *           *           *           *

Eric was sitting at his kitchen table pouring over the 
driver's manual. His dad would be here soon and Eric wanted 
to do some last minute cramming before taking the written 
test. There was so much to remember! What trivial things 
would be on the test? Eric's brother, Doug, had phoned 
earlier and told Eric to work on the following: the correct 
distance from curb to car when parking on the street, which 
way to turn the steering wheel when parking on an incline 
and a down slope, the safe braking distance if behind 
another vehicle, and when were the roads the slickest in a 
rainstorm.

Doug said these were the common things missed and the rest 
of the written was a piece of cake. Eric's father, Larry, 
would let Eric drive his '97 Cadillac for the second half 
of the test. Larry knocked on the kitchen window and Eric 
gathered his stuff up and went outside. Eric sat behind the 
wheel and shifted. The tattoo on his ass ached. Today, Eric 
wore sweatpants because his jeans aggravated the tender 
spot. Larry got in the other side and said, "OK. Buckle up 
and check your mirrors." Eric did that. "Turn the key and 
let's go."

The engine purred and Eric checked all the mirrors, 
remembering to look over his shoulder. No cars were coming 
so he slipped the car into reverse and pulled out. Larry 
didn't say much as they drove to the mall. Eric was driving 
fine and would surely pass the test.

They arrived at the mall. Eric shifted the gearstick into 
park and shut off the Caddy. The two men left the car and 
walked in the huge building to find the driver's license 
kiosk. Brian and Roger were already there. Roger was on a 
bench and motioned Larry over. Eric stood in line and the 
young lady asked, "What can I do for you today?"

"I'm here to take my driver's exam," Eric said nervously.

"Do you have your driver's permit?" Eric fumbled in his 
wallet and gave the plastic coated card to her. She 
shuffled papers around and held a sheaf in her right hand. 
"OK. Sit over here. Here's the test and a pencil. When 
you're finished, just bring up to me."

"Thank you." Eric took the papers and pencil from her and 
sat down. He wrote his name on the top and looked it over. 
The questions were all multiple choice and he got to work. 
Doug's words echoed in Eric's head. Everything Doug told 
him was on the test. He got done quickly and took the 
papers up to the same woman. "All done."

She smiled. "Not yet." She handed him a laminated sheet and 
a black crayon. The sheet had more questions about street 
signs. "Read the questions carefully and circle the answer 
you think is right. Then bring it back." Eric walked back 
to his chair and sat down. The first question read: 'Which 
of these signs means a railroad crossing?' The four 
pictograms were a red octagonal, an upside down yellow 
triangle, a white circle with a black X and a white 
rectangle. Eric circled the white circle with the black X. 
The rest of the exam was more of the same. Eric got up and 
returned this sheet to the clerk. "I'll check this over. 
Just one second."

She put a piece of cardboard over the first set of papers. 
The cardboard had holes punched out for the right answers. 
Eric watched the red pen she held mark in two of the holes. 
"You did good. Only two wrong out of thirty." Eric let out 
the breath he'd been holding. She got out the answer sheet 
for the street signs. "Perfect. You didn't miss any. Take a 
seat over there and when the deputy comes back, you can 
drive with him."

Eric flopped down beside his dad. "I gotta wait for the 
deputy to get back. I only missed two on the written."

"Good, good." Larry patted Eric on the shoulder. "You'll 
drive just fine."

"I hope so." Eric replied. He waited for twenty minutes and 
saw a man in a brown and gold uniform walk in with Brian. 
Brian saw Eric and gave him the thumbs up, signaling Brian 
had passed. The cop dropped off some papers, got different 
ones and called Eric's name. Eric stood up and followed the 
deputy outside.

"Which one is the car you'll be driving?" Eric led the man 
to Larry's Caddy. "Can you get inside? I need to check your 
lights and signals." Eric got behind the wheel. The cop 
asked for the headlights, turn signals, brake lights and 
finally hazard lights. When that was over, the deputy got 
in the passenger's seat and told Eric, "Start the car and 
I'll direct you where to go as we move along."

Eric nodded and buckled up. He checked the mirrors and 
turned the ignition switch. He looked behind him, saw the 
way was clear, and pulled out of the parking spot. Eric 
drove all over town as the instructor directed. The man 
occasionally wrote on his clipboard, then closed it. "All 
right, sir, take us back to the mall."

"Did I pass?"

"You forgot to lock the car door after you were inside. 
That was the only thing. Yes, you passed." They rode back 
to the mall and Eric parked the car. He followed the 
officer into the licensing kiosk. The same clerk who gave 
Eric the test exchanged papers with the deputy. "Go ahead 
and get this man his license."

"Yes, sir. Okay, I need you to look in this machine and 
press the bar in." Eric complied. "There will be lights 
flashing. Tell me where you see them, on your right or your 
left. Keep looking straight ahead." This test was to check 
his peripheral vision and went fast. "Very good. Can you 
stand in front of that blue screen for me so we can take 
your picture." Eric combed his hair as he stood there. 
"Look right at the red light on the camera." Click. "One 
more for luck." Click. His license came out of a small 
machine behind the camera. The lady stuck the plastic card 
in a second machine. "Sign here." Eric wrote his signature. 
"It'll be a few minutes for the machine to process. Go 
ahead and have a seat."

He had just sat down when his name was called. Eric went 
back to the counter. The woman held out his warm license 
and he took it from her. He looked it over with awe, then 
placed it in his wallet. He couldn't wait to show Christi.

           *           *           *           *

Christi and Reany were walking around outside behind a 
nine-foot high fence topped with barbed wire. It was part 
of their requisite exercise time. The other thirty minutes 
would be used in the afternoon around three. Reany leaned 
against the fence and smoked. Christi walked along the 
enclosure, mapping out the area. The female officer opened 
the door and said, "Parks, you got a visitor." Christi 
quickly went inside the jail and was led through holding to 
a small room.

There was a chair in front of a window. There wasn't any 
glass, only a double, overlapping barrier of chicken wire 
and Eric was seated on the other side. She sat down and 
smiled. "Hi Eric." She touched the cold wire with the flat 
of her hand.

Eric did the same. "Hi. Guess what? I got my driver's 
license today."

"How did you manage that? Driver's Ed isn't over with."

"For me and Brian it is. The school board heard about Mrs. 
Redfern and gave us passing grades because of the emotional 
trauma we suffered."

"You lucky little shits!" They laughed. "You got an 
earring, too."

"Yeah. I went out to the mall with Brian and his dad and I 
got a couple other things for your birthday."

Christi's mouth formed an 'O'. "Shit, I forgot all about 
it. What else did you get me?"

Eric shook a finger at her. "Noo, I ain't telling. You'll 
have to wait until your party Tuesday night. I know that's 
not your birthday. I thought you and me could do something 
special the day you get out." His lips curved into a boyish 
grin.

"I want to put in an order for bar-b-qued ribs. That's what 
I want instead of a cake." They sat in silence for a few 
minutes. "I'm sorry about fighting over you."

"It's okay. I would done the same thing if the positions 
had been reversed." He paused and asked in a hushed voice, 
"When did you, ah, shave?"

"After I dropped you off. I just got a wild hair to do 
something naughty and that was it." Christi bit her lower 
lip. "Did you like it?"

"Uh-huh." She watched his blue eyes darken with desire. 
"It's so soft under that hair. Does it itch now?"

"Unbelievably so! I figured I'd be able to shave every day 
but now...Ugh!"

"Is it bad being in jail?"

"BO-RING! There's one other prisoner and we don't talk 
much." The female cop poked her head in and said that time 
was up. Christi stood up. "I love you and I can't wait to 
get out."

"I love you, Christi. Take care. I'll see you Tuesday." He 
watched the officer take Christi from the room, and then 
Eric left the station. Only three more days to wait and be 
alone, Eric thought as he drove home in his father's 
borrowed Cadillac.

Saturday afternoon passed into Sunday. Eric puttered 
around, decorating for Christi's homecoming. Monday came 
and he went downtown to shop for presents. The first stop 
was at an out-of-the-way lingerie shop. He went inside and 
felt dirty all over. Lacy underthings were on display 
everywhere! A young woman came up to him. "Are you being 
served?"

Dirty sexual ideas came into his mind. "No. I want to buy 
something for my girlfriend. Her birthday's Friday."

"My name's Angie and I'll be happy to show you around. Do 
you know the lady's size?"

"Christi is a 14 in jeans and has a 40 C cup top." He hoped 
that made sense.

"Do you have anything in mind? Bra and panties? A 
negligee?"

Eric noticed a baby blue colored...dress?...on one of the 
mannequins. "What's that one?"

Angie smiled. "This is a form-fitting negligee made of 
Lycra and polyester. It stretches to hug a woman's curves."

Eric touched the lacy, spider web like material. "There's 
not much to it." It was a combination of netting and lace. 
"Ah, maybe I better stick to bras and panties."

"Would you like to have one of our girls model it for you? 
Show you how it will look on your girlfriend?" Angie told 
one of the models to change into this negligee. "It comes 
in the pastel colors; pink, baby blue, light green." The 
model stepped out of the dressing room. Eric's mouth fell 
open. The gown gave hints and peeks at what was underneath 
as the woman moved.

"I'll take it. In pink. Show me more." Eric was fantasizing 
Christi showing off every article he bought. He charged up 
a $368 bill on his credit card but he didn't give a damn. 
All he cared about was seeing his sexy fiancee modeling for 
him. Angie thanked him and told him to come back soon. He 
would and he'd bring Christi with him.

The last stop was another out-of-the-way store that sold 
adult toys. Eric walked through the door and looked for 
massage oils. He found a couple and he put them in the 
shopping basket he had picked up. Nothing else interested 
him. Eric paid for the oils and left for his car. He drove 
home. As much as Eric wanted to fondle the clothes he 
bought, he needed to get back to work.

Eric's company hired him after he graduated from college 
with an engineering degree and let Eric work at home 
because of his paralysis. Now that he was up and walking, 
his bosses let him keep working from his home computer. 
Eric turned on the computer and settled into his latest 
project, plans for a new overpass on Highway 9.

He figured he'd get lost in engineering for a long time but 
when he looked at the computer clock, only an hour had 
passed. The project was done, as far as he could take it, 
and he emailed his work to another engineer at the company.
What to do now? Eric shut off the computer and packed a bag 
with his gym clothes. A workout would get rid of his excess 
energy. He locked up the house and walked the eight blocks 
to his gym.

He changed clothes and got on a stair machine. His legs 
moved up and down but Eric's mind was focused totally on 
Christi. Being here wasn't helping, so he packed up and 
left for home. When he arrived, Brian was sitting on his 
stoop smoking a cigarette. "Hey Brian. What are you doing 
here?"

Brian exhaled. "I need some advice on girls."

"Come on in and I'll see if I can help you." Eric unlocked 
the front door and dropped his bag. Brian and he went 
straight for the living room and sat down. Eric offered 
soda and Brian agreed. He went into the kitchen and came 
back with two pops to find his guest lounging on the couch. 
Eric sat down in a recliner and said, "So, what do you want 
to know?"

"I called up Mary, the HFC redhead, and asked her out. She 
said it was OK if I came over to her place cause her 
parents were out of town. I got over there and she jumped 
me in the doorway." Brian replied and asked for an ashtray. 
Eric passed him an empty candy dish. "Thanks. Anyways, Mary 
starts getting naked and I lost it."

Eric was befuddled. "Lost it?"

"Yeah, you know." The confused look on Eric's face told 
Brian he didn't know. "I came in my jeans." Eric's face 
cleared as he got the message. "Mary tells me to call her 
when I can actually get down to business."

"I wish Christi was here. She could help you better than I 
can. You want to learn how to control yourself, or what?"

"Teach me how to lick pussy. I wanna get Mary off and then 
it won't be so bad if I shot my wad."

Oh god, Eric thought. "Practice, but you don't have anybody 
to practice on. Uh, hmmm." Eric thought hard about what to 
use in place of a woman's vagina. "Well, ah, let me figure 
this out." Thinking... "A movie! I got a porno here 
somewhere that shows how to do it." He started digging 
through the stack of adult movies Christi brought over. 
'The Cat's Meow' was in the middle of the pile and Eric 
stuck in the VCR, flipping the television on as well.

Eric fast-forwarded to the part where the actress was 
getting eaten out by one of the many actors. The camera 
angles were great and showed a transfixed Brian how to lick 
pussy. When the scene was done, Eric stopped the tape. "OK, 
you've seen how he did it. Try and remember to pay 
attention to Mary's clit. It's that little nub at the top."

"I know what it is, Eric." Brian puffed on another smoke. 
"Can I borrow that? Just in case I need a refresher?"

"No. It's Christi's and she'd kill me if she knew I even 
showed it to you. Now get out and go work on Mary." Eric 
scooted his friend out the door. He leaned against the 
wooded frame and shook his head in disbelief. Tuesday 
morning couldn't get here fast enough! Eric glanced at his 
watch for the time: 3 p.m. He turned on the TV and flipped 
through the stations. As usual, there was nothing on except 
talk shows. He clicked it off and went back to his computer 
to play games.

After an hour of trying to win at solitaire, Eric gave up 
and went looking for something to eat. He made himself a 
ham and cheese on rye and grabbed a bag of Doritos off the 
shelf. He ate standing up and threw the empty chip bag in 
the garbage. Eric returned to his bedroom and planned out 
which outfits that he wanted Christi to model.

Eric laid the undergarments on his bed. The pink negligee 
was last on the list. He wanted Christi to give him a show 
dancing to AC\DC's 'Shook Me All Night Long' wearing it. 
The baby doll nightie was first, then a couple different 
styles of bra and panty sets and finally that negligee. 
They'd get busy with lovemaking and bathe afterwards. He'd 
give her a soothing back rub and give her the ring during 
that time. Eric made a mental note to order the ribs she 
wanted for supper. Now he had to kill time until he was 
sleepy enough to go to bed. Screw it, Eric thought. I'm 
going to bed right now.

           *           *           *           *         

Bright and early Tuesday morning, Christi was hustled out 
of her cell. She signed for her clothes and stuff and 
changed in the station's bathroom. The female cop escorted 
her to the front of the building. "You got somebody to pick 
you up?"

"Yes. My boyfriend's coming," Christi replied. The officer 
returned to her work and left Christi waiting in the lobby. 
Her Camero was over at Tom's, safe and snug in his garage 
and for that she was thankful. By the time Eric arrived, 
Christi had memorized all the wanted posters on the 
bulletin board. Eric came in the building and she flung 
herself at him, kissing his face. "I didn't think you'd 
ever get here!"

He hugged her against himself. "I'm here and ready to take 
you to your birthday surprise." They walked outside to his 
car holding hands. Parting only to get inside, the hand 
holding resumed all the way to Eric's.

They went in and Christi said, "I *have* to get out these 
disgusting clothes." She raced upstairs with Eric hot on 
her heels. He beat her to the closed door.

"You can't go in there."

"Why not?" Christi jammed her hands on her hips.

"Because your presents are in there. Let me go in and get 
you something to change into." He disappeared behind the 
door and locked it to keep her out. He came out with a 
couple of gift bags in each hand. "Everything's set up in 
the living room. Go on down and make sure the door's 
locked."

"You are being a real pain in the ass, Eric. I hope you 
know that!" She tugged on the doorknob. The deadbolt was 
locked and Christi latched the extra chains as well. A 
black sheet hung in the archway to the living room. She 
lifted it up and ducked inside. The blinds and curtains 
were shut, making the room dark, but two of the floor lamps 
were letting out muted light. "Eric, where are you at?"

"The spare bedroom," he called. Christi nudged the 
connecting door open. Eric handed her a smaller gift bag. 
"Change into this and meet me in the living room." He 
kissed her lightly and left. She stripped down to her skin 
and reached in the bag. She pulled out a white cotton 
nightie with a flounce of lace on the bottom hem. It 
slipped over her head and she pulled it down. The ruffle 
barely touched the tops of her thighs. The neckline was 
gathered with a red ribbon that, if untied, would show off 
her bust.

Christi came out of the bedroom with a look of exasperation 
on her face. Her feet were planted and her arms akimbo. 
"*This* is my present? There isn't enough material to dry 
the dishes! It hides NOTHING!"

Eric sat on the couch grinning salaciously. "I know. That's 
why I bought it. Turn around." She turned in a circle, not 
happy at all. "Don't you like it?"

"No."

"Oh, okay. Would you rather open your second present?" Eric 
wondered if he'd ever see Christi in that delightful 
negligee.

She made the 'gimme' gesture with her fingers. "Hand it 
over."

He stood up and walked over to her. "You get to play hide 
and seek. I'm hiding the present somewhere on my person. 
Find it."

"Whatever." She stuffed her hands in his hip pockets. 
Nothing. She checked the back ones. Nothing. "Can I get a 
hint?"

"It's under my clothes."

"'Kaay." Christi tugged off his shoes and socks then undid 
his fly. The bulge of his cock was prominent and she rubbed 
her hands on it, grinning. "Is this it?" He shook his head 
no and watched her lips form a pout. The pants came off and 
so did his shirt. Time for the coup de gras. She hooked her 
fingers in his underwear and drew them down his legs before 
flinging them over her head. Eric stood buck-naked. Her 
eyes searched his front and didn't see anything. She walked 
behind him and found it. "You got a tattoo!"

Christi's fingers traced the little butterfly making his 
ass clench. "Like it better than the nightie?" Eric asked 
over his shoulder.

"Uh-huh." Christi touched her mouth to the spot. "Lots 
better. Where'd you get it done?"

"'Skin Deep' at the mall."

"That's where I got mine, too." She caressed his shoulders 
as she worked her way to face Eric. "What else do I get?"

"Well," Eric said, dragging a hand through his hair. "I 
bought a bunch of lingerie for you to model but, ah, I 
guess that's out of the question."

"Hey, I just don't like this one." She draped her hands on 
his chest. "I'll try on the others, okay?" Christi blew him 
a kiss as she went back into the bedroom. "Does it matter 
which one?"

Eric followed her and grabbed a bag. "Not this one. I'm 
saving this for last." He left her alone again and Christi 
got naked. The first was a bra and panty set made of peek-
a-boo fabric in a creamy white color. The bra had a lot of 
support and lifted her bust up and out over the cups. The 
panties were two pieces of material held together by a tiny 
scrap of satin that tied over each hip.

Christi went into the bathroom and checked herself in the 
mirror. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Her pubic hair was still 
stubbly and tangled itself in the front netting, causing 
her juices to flow. She strutted out to Eric, giving him a 
good show. She stood in front of him and chewed on a 
fingertip. She was turned sideways to show off the bows. "I 
like this one." He just stared at her. Christi bent 
forward, letting his blue eyes rake over her bust. "Do you 
like it, Eric?"

"Uh-huh," was all he could manage. All of his brain 
activity had shut down due to all the blood filling his 
cock. Eric watched Christi hook her thumbs under the 
waistband. He threw the bag that hid the pink negligee at 
her. "This one. Now!"

She ran to the bedroom and shut the door. God, he was so 
horny! She undressed and opened the bag. It was gorgeous! 
Her hips wiggled as she drew it over her head. The soft 
material was clinging to her body and chafed across her 
nipples, forcing the peaks to jut out. "Eric is going to 
cream himself when he sees this one!" Christi whispered out 
loud. "I'm ready!"

"Just a sec!" She heard him making noises, then the strains 
of AC\DC filled the air with 'Shook Me All Night Long'. 
"OK, come out dancing!"

Christi opened the door and leaned against the doorjamb. 
She let the lyrics take over her body. She dragged the gown 
up her legs and gyrated her hips as she danced over to 
Eric. All those porno movies she watched paid off. She 
straddled his thighs and rocked her pelvis over his hard 
dick. The straps fell down her arms as she squeezed her 
breasts through the neckline and ran her tongue along the 
cleavage.

Eric moved his hands to touch her but she wriggled away. 
Christi shook a finger at him and grabbed two handfuls of 
the hem. She rubbed the fabric over her pussy and traced 
her mouth with her tongue. "Siren," he breathed. She hooded 
her eyes and beckoned him to come to her with a finger. 
Eric rushed her and tossed her over his shoulder. Christi 
squealed and pounded her fists on his back. He carried her 
into the bedroom, dropped her on the mattress and said, 
"Take it off. I can't wait any longer."

She slowly drew the gown up over her heavy breasts and 
face, tossing it away. Eric climbed beside her and she 
crawled down to his hard cock. Christi sucked on the head 
and stroked the shaft. She laved the tip and asked, "Will I 
get my spanking? I've been *very* bad."

"Get that cute little ass up here and find out." Eric 
helped her maneuver to a sixty-nine position with her on 
top. Christi resumed her cock sucking and Eric tongued her 
pussy with long strokes. His tongue snaked inside her 
vagina to fuck her. He moved down to her erect clitoris and 
ran his mouth muscle around the hood, teasing it. Eric 
grabbed her hips, adjusting her so he could suck her 
nubbin. His lips closed over it and he chewed with his 
teeth, spanking Christi's plump asscheeks.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm," Christi moaned through the cock in her 
throat. The slaps were driving her further down Eric's 
prick until her nose nestled itself in his blonde bush. Her 
body shuddered as the orgasm hit her. Eric licked her cunt 
clean of cum and massaged her pinkened ass. Christi pulled 
off his cock and held it in one fist. She glanced at him 
through the curtain of her hair. "Have I been punished 
enough?"

"No. I think you need a good fucking to tire you out. Then 
maybe you won't get in so much trouble."

Christi turned around to face Eric. "I don't know if that 
will work. You see, there's this baad man who makes me want 
to do naughty things to him."

"Like what?" Eric put his hands behind his head.

"Tie him to the bed and lick him all over." She 
demonstrated by licking his belly clean. "And I want the 
bad man to do bad things to me." Her tongue moved its way 
to his neck and she nipped at his skin. "I want him to 
dominate me, to take me from behind like a bitch in heat." 
A Roy Orbison growl came out of her mouth and she bared her 
teeth.

Eric growled deep in his chest and he pounced on Christi. 
He got on top of her back and pinned her face first to the 
bed. "Like this?" Eric purred in her ear. "Would he force 
you on your knees, spreading your thighs?" He gripped her 
wrists and held them down, grinding his crotch against her 
ass. "Or would you open yourself for him? Beg him to fuck 
you? Plead for his cock in your cunt? Would you submit to 
the Alpha male?" A whimper escaped through the pillow. "I 
can't hear you, bitch."

Christi answered by getting on her knees. Eric lifted some 
weight off her and let her raise her hips with invitation. 
"Yes, Eric! Yes! I'm your bitch!"

He moved her hair away from her face. "I'm happy to hear 
you say that, Christi." Eric kissed the nape of her neck.

"Stop playing around and FUCK ME!!!" she hollered.

"Yes Ma'am!" Eric used a hand to get his dick to her wet 
hole and he thrust all the way. He held onto her ass and 
fucked her hard. Christi lowered her upper body to give him 
a greater angle and increase the pleasure. Flesh met flesh 
as Eric rammed in and out of that hot snatch. Sweat dripped 
of his body and he felt his blood get hot, collecting in 
his groin. The pace grew intense as Eric fucked Christi 
over the edge and she grabbed the headboard.

Christi threw her head back and let out a long howl, from 
deep in her belly. Her lover plowed through her cry and 
stiffened, filling her cunt with his hot seed. Eric called 
out his release and held her ass tightly against him. His 
cock jerked inside her spasming walls with each eruption of 
cum. "ohgod ohgod ohgod," he moaned and fell on top of her.

They were like that for a long while, letting their bodies 
cool down. Eric slipped off Christi and threw an arm around 
her waist. Christi rolled onto her side and looped an arm 
over his neck. "Eric, sweetie?"

Eric slitted his eyes. She was glowing from the lovemaking. 
"Yeah?" "Do you think we made a baby?"

"I dunno. Why?"

She rubbed the cleft of his chin. "Oh, because we didn't 
use any protection."

He let the idea of a baby gel in his mind. "Do you want a 
baby?"

"Well, of course." Christi snuggled against his chest. "I 
just thought we'd wait awhile. Get settled into married 
life before starting a family."

"How far are you in your cycle? Didn't you just finish your 
period?"

"I started the day I got arrested and was done today."

Eric's mental calendar was off. He dutifully kept track of 
her period to know when to leave off the fucking. "Then 
there's nothing in your uterus to feed a fertilized egg."

She slapped her forehead. "Duh! I should have known that. I 
was a child development major in college." He watched her 
chew on her lip. "Maybe I should get back on the Pill."

"If you want. I didn't even think about having any 
rubbers."

"Hey, don't worry too much. If I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant."

Eric leaned over the side of the bed and pulled a plastic 
sack from underneath. "I nearly forgot one of your 
presents." He handed her a black velvet box. She lifted the 
lid and gasped. "Will you marry me, Christi?"

"HOLY SHIT! How much did this fucker cost?"

"Does the cost depend on the answer being 'yes'?" He got 
hit for that. "A little over two grand."

"Then the answer is a resounding YES!" She gave the box 
back to Eric. "Put it on me." Christi held out her left 
hand. Eric got the ring out of the box and it slid easily 
on her finger. She held her hand away and asked, "How many 
carats?"

"I think the guy said two." Christi hugged him hard and 
felt his cock spring back to life. Eric rolled her on her 
back and knelt between her thighs. "I feel like working on 
that baby now." She giggled and pulled him down for a long 
kiss.

           *           *           *           *

Ten months later...

Eric held his fiancee's hand and said, "Breathe, Christi. 
You can do it." He felt her crush his hand and bear down.

The doctor sat between Christi's knees. "Keep pushing, 
Christi. I can almost see the baby's head." She grunted and 
scrunched up her face, pushing her baby down the birth 
canal. The doctor had a palm on her huge belly, feeling for 
the contraction to end. "The head's crowning. Take a 
breather, Christi."

Christi flopped back on the gurney and rested. She yelled 
as another contraction seized her womb and started choking 
Eric. "YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU MOTHER-FUCKING SHITHEAD! 
DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE
YOU ERIC!!" The anesthesiologist and a nurse fought with 
Christi to let Eric go. She did and screamed, "AAAAHHH! GET 
IT OUT! GET IT OUT!"

Eric stumbled away from Christi and tried to catch his 
breath. He was in the next to best position to see his baby 
slip out of the birth canal and into the doctor's waiting 
hands. "It's a boy! Congratulations, Mr. Sullivan!" the 
doctor shouted and held the little boy for Eric to see. The 
baby was coated in a cheesy white substance. Eric swallowed 
to keep from throwing up.

A nurse stepped in and tied off the umbilical cord. She 
held out a pair of scissors and asked, "Would you like to 
cut the cord?"

"Uh, o-kay," Eric replied and accepted the scissors. The 
nurse pointed out where to cut and he did. The doctor 
passed the baby to the nurse who took him over to a table. 
Eric followed his son and watched him being weighed and 
cleaned up. The nurse wrapped the baby in a light blue 
blanket and gave him to his father. Eric moved the blanket 
away from the tiny red face. "Hey there, little guy. I'm 
your daddy. Do you want to met mommy, huh?"

Father and son strolled over to mommy. Christi was laying 
down and panting, tendrils of hair clinging to her sweaty 
face. Eric held their son for her to see. "Oh Christi, he's 
beautiful."

She took her son from Eric and cradled him against her 
bosom. "Hi sweetie. Welcome to the world." She smiled up at 
Eric. "How's your neck?"

"It's had better days." He gazed at Christi's glowing face. 
"What should we name him?"

"I don't know. Do we have to name him right now?"

The nurse said, "We have to take the baby for a while. We 
need to bathe and dress him but when I'm done I'll bring 
him back." Christi gave up her son reluctantly. The doctor 
delivered the afterbirth and cleaned the blood from 
Christi's thighs.

"Don't you have to eat the afterbirth?"

Christi smacked him. "That's what animals do to keep 
predators away!"

The doctor chuckled and said, "I'm going to leave you two 
alone now. Everything looks good and the delivery was 
smooth. If you're having any problems, the nurses will get 
a hold of me. I'll check in on you tomorrow."

The nurses ordered Eric to leave so they could change the 
linens and Christi. Eric pulled off his green cap as he 
walked down to the waiting room. Both families were there: 
Eric's folks, Doug, Tami and Nicole, Christi's mom and her 
seven brothers. The group looked at him anxiously. "It's a 
boy!" he said.

Larry broke out a box of cigars and passed them out. The 
three mothers wanted to see the baby. Eric held up his 
hands. "The baby's in the nursery getting weighed and 
whatnot. Christi's getting changed, so it's going to be a 
while before anybody can see him. I'm going back to see if 
the nurses'll let me back in to the room." He waved them 
off and went down the hall.

The birthing room was empty except for Christi in a fresh 
gown. Eric tugged at the surgical gown he still wore and 
hung it over the footrail. He perched on the edge of the 
bed. "Everybody wants to see the baby. I told 'em to wait."

"We gotta come up with a name for Baby Boy Sullivan," 
Christi sighed. "Got any ideas?"

Eric rubbed his shoulders. Christi motioned for him to 
scoot over and she began massaging the tense muscles. 
"'Only Child'?"

She grinned and poked his ribs. "This is serious! Now 
think."

Eric closed his eyes and cleared his mind. "What do you 
think about Kyle Davis?"

"Kyle Davis Sullivan. Hmmm, flows well together. I like 
it." One of the obstetric nurses brought in a bundle of 
blankets. She handed the baby to Christi and left the 
family alone. Eric moved the blankets out of the way and 
kissed his son's forehead. "I want another one. A girl this 
time."

Eric groaned and dropped his head in his hands. "Can we 
wait until we're married for the next one?"

End

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{Poster's postscript: If you liked these stories, there's a 
custom around here to send a 'thank-you' email to the 
author.  Sadly, Dancer is offline, but you may send your 
compliments to the address given on the "From:" line - I'll 
pass your kudos on to her.}


The Police broke up after their 1983 album 'Synchronicity'.

Elvis Presley died (supposedly) in August of 1977.

Bob Geldof wrote and produced the song 'Do They Know It's 
Christmas?' in an attempt to feed the starving children in 
Ethiopia. Strange but true, the Ethiopian children did not 
know it was Christmas as most of that country is Muslim.


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