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Subject: {ASSM} "Fecund" -- Uther -- MF wl
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Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2013 20:10:01 -0400
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Fecund
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com




Wendy looked at the cell before pushing the talk button. It was Will.

"Love you," she said.

"Love you, too. Sorry the signing ran late."

"Did you eat?" she asked "I told you to eat first." Okay, it was two hours
later for her than it was for him. Still, it wasn't bedtime in Chicago, and
it was damn late for dinner in San Francisco.

"I ate two burgers and a shake at McDonalds. You can eat burgers and punch
numbers left-handed. My right hand is still cramped." Reminded, he shook
that hand again.

"Ran late, and cramped hand. That sounds like good news." Wendy was afraid
he'd take this as her enjoying his pain. It did, however, sound better than
an empty bookstore for his reading.

"It went great," Will said, "but I missed you." He missed her in all sorts
of ways, even if he missed her sexuality most right then. This phone call
was a poor substitute.

"I miss you, too," she said. "Hurry back. Remember what we decided." She
wasn't about to be explicit about going off the pill over the phone.
However private their discussion, it didn't *feel* private. "You still
think it was the right decision?"

"Yeah, and my side is only getting better. Arthur says that the publisher
will start on a second edition if sales keep up, and some independents have
bought the movie option." If they had a child, Wendy would have to do all
sorts of new things. His only contributions would be money and time, and
the money was starting to look better.

"Many a slip between cup and lip," she said. One hell of a lot more novels
were optioned than were made into movies.

"Yeah, but after the first year they have to pay ten thousand a year to
renew the option. Ten thou; that's three months."

"More like four."

"Well, Arthur and the IRS will take their chunks. Still, ten thou a year is
something more if {i>Bleak Autumn* doesn't take off." Her earnings had
taken them through four long years of sluggish sales. They'd banked the
extras that the last year brought.

Yeah, she thought. That was their dream, living on his writing while she
raised their children. Well, this novel had almost earned back its advances
already, and his agent, Arthur, was scheduling Will to more book-signings
all the time.

"Get your sleep," she told him.

"Yeah. See you Wednesday. Love." He liked to have her on the line, but he
didn't have anything else to say.

"Love." And she hung up.

He took his manuscript to bed. He'd once had a fetish about not printing
out anything until he was satisfied with it. On paper was something public;
on the screen was merely his thoughts. With all the trips, though, he'd
printed out the rough draft of what was finished. He took a copy with him
and edited it in pencil at the end of the day. Printed out, it was -- if
not quite public -- available to Wendy. That was really what had started
them talking about children.

"You got Heather pregnant," she'd said. "Why her and not me?" Well, there
were different methods involved and different consequences. He owned his
characters. His wife was an independent person.

"Only a few key strokes accomplished that, and she gives him up for
adoption."

"Don't you want children?" They had already discussed that.

"Someday. When we can afford them. Maybe if *Bleak Autumn* sells well."

"Aren't we getting enough money from *Spring Shoots*?"

And, really, it looked like they were. When Wendy had exhausted that
month's pill dispenser, she hadn't started a new one. She hadn't been
fertile when he started on the road again, but she would be when he got
home. Enough of this! He started on smoothing out Chapter 7.

Heather's belly was large and she could feel the baby kicking. He found
himself picturing Wendy bringing her swollen belly to him so that he could
feel their baby kicking. He wasn't getting anything done; he was just
daydreaming.

Wendy took a vacation day Wednesday so she could be at O'Hare to greet
Will. That morning, she changed the sheets. When the bed was used next, it
would be used by both of them, and she wanted it to be clean for their
play. She had missed him. This time, though, she wanted more than play.

They had always had fun in bed. Hell! They'd had fun in the back seat
before they got serious. She still wanted his cock to bring the excitement
that it always had, but now there was an added tingle. Now, it was the seed
bringer. This mating was going to make them more mated than ever before.

He wasn't surprised when he saw her at security after he got off the plane.
He was pleased, though. She was his love. He had missed her, and he was
glad that he didn't need to wait until evening to see her.

"You didn't have to," he said.

"Yes I did." She wanted him, needed him. She wasn't about to let this
afternoon go. "I missed you." Will dropped the carry-on, and they hugged.
She felt his hardness against her belly and knew that he had missed her,
too. It felt warm trapped between them, and larger than it had ever felt
before. As her grip on him tightened, he almost lifted her. The crowd
surged around them.

Wendy felt all soft and pliant, molding her body against his. As he pulled
her into the hug, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He could feel her
breasts soft against his lower chest and her torso firm against his cock.
His tongue found her mouth hot and wet when he thrust it into her. That
made him think of another wet -- and even hotter -- place where he could
thrust another organ. But the concourse wasn't the place for thinking that.

"Well," he said when he let her go, "this isn't the place. Let's go home."
They stopped at the carousel. Book signing required much more clothing than
book writing did. He carried both bags as she led him out. He ogled her
hips as she strode towards the car.

She found herself twitching her hips a little more than she had on her way
into the airport. She knew where he was looking, and she wanted him to
enjoy the view.

He put the luggage in the trunk and took the wheel. Before starting off, he
bent over and kissed her. This wasn't the place, either, though their
tongues met. They filled each other in on the past two weeks during the
drive. They'd shared anything of importance during the phone talks, but he
wanted to give her a feel of what the signings were like.

"I talk, and then I sign. If they want anything more than my name, they put
it on a slip of paper. One guy had, 'For Trish on her 16th birthday.' 'Your
daughter?' I asked. It was. 'You might want to get her the next novel,' I
said, '*Bleak Autumn*. You don't want her imagining that such behavior ends
well.' He laughed. I was serious."

"16?" Trish said. "I can remember 16 and the TV on constantly. If they
can't tell fact from fiction, then novels won't be their worst influence."

"True."

Back at the apartment, she led the way again. He carried the bags. He
dropped them when she shut the door. He kissed her again, and ran his hands
down her back to cup her butt. He left her lips for her neck and squeezed
her butt. When she began to unbutton his shirt, though, he pulled away.

"Let me shower first. Okay?" He felt sweaty. He'd dressed for Chicago when
he left the hotel, and Albuquerque had been hot.

"Want company?" she asked. She wanted to get naked with him, and the shower
looked like the fastest way.

"No." A showered Wendy always smelled of soap, and he wanted to smell
*her*. "I'll be fast." And he was fast. It couldn't have been three minutes
until he was out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist. Wendy
was finishing unpacking the carry-on.

"Now, it's my turn," she told him. She had thought since they had hugged at
the airport that they would end up in bed fairly soon. And, this time, they
would be doing more than playing; this time they would be making a baby.
Any doubts about his intentions had disappeared when he headed for a midday
shower. Well, she wanted to come to bed clean, too.

"No," he said. He didn't want her smelling like soap. He wanted her
smelling like Wendy. He had to use a little effort to push her towards the
bedroom, but she was trying for the bathroom rather than resisting his
advances. When he got her heading in the right direction, she was
cooperative enough. When they were in the bedroom, he started to undress
her. It would have gone faster if they hadn't been kissing, but he wasn't
in *that* much of a hurry.

Wendy broke the kiss when he had her blouse unbuttoned and bra unclasped.
She removed both, and he kissed her breasts while he dealt with her jeans.
A thrill shot through her when he sucked on her nipple. She pulled his head
tighter against her breast to prolong that kiss.

"I can't get your jeans this way," he mumbled. He was talking with his
mouth full.

"Fine." She broke away and took the four steps to the bed. She pushed jeans
and panties down below her hips and sat on the bed. When she had removed
her shoes, he tugged on the bottoms of her jeans. He pulled them off and
the panties went along part way. She finished the panties and rolled over
onto the bed. She was ready for him.

Will dropped to his knees and kissed her belly button. He kissed up to her
breast, then skipped to her mouth. They had a long kiss while his tongue
explored her mouth. Meanwhile, he was stroking the insides of her thighs.
He kissed a path down to the other breast. He sucked as much of the top of
that breast as he could into his mouth. Then he let it slide out slowly
until his lips gripped the nipple. He licked the end of the nipple before
sucking hard on it.

"Will," she said, "I'm ready." Hell! She'd been ready since the airport.

"You are? Let's check." He left her breast and climbed onto the bed so that
he was kneeling between her legs. She raised her knees in invitation, but
he bent so his face was on her groin. He sniffed. It was her aroma of
desire, Wendy wanting him.

"Will! I'm dirty. I didn't wash there!"

"Yeah!" He had kept her from washing away all that attractive scent, the
smell of Wendy, the smell of Wendy ready for him. "You smell almost ready."
He licked along the edge of her labia. "You taste almost ready."

"I must smell and taste awful." She now was certain that she should have
been more insistent about taking the shower.

"You taste desirable. You smell like you're ready for my seed." Indeed, she
smelled earthy, ready to be planted.

"That's for sure. I need you." She reached for him and pulled him gently up
her body. He cooperated. When he had his elbows on the mattress and his
hands on her breasts, she reached for his cock.

"Careful. I might go off." He felt his cock quivering in desire even before
her hand touched it.

"Then go off inside." She spread her lips for him with her fingers. She
felt him go between her fingers. Then *he* was spreading those lips wide
apart. He was warm sliding deeper into her. He filled her. He pushed up
inside her and kissed her forehead.

Will felt her all along the length of his cock as he slid into her. She was
so warm, so wet, he had missed her for so long, that he almost went off
right then. When he was all the way inside and she was clasping all of him,
he pressed himself into her and stayed without moving. He kissed her while
he cooled down.

"You are so adorable," he said. "So sexy." He stroked her nipples one at a
time. He imagined her with a baby sucking at her breast. "Do you think
we'll start one this time? I have a lot stored up."

"Not if you don't start moving." She enjoyed having him filling her,
enjoyed his teasing her nipples. Still, she had been looking forward to
this time for a week, and she'd been planning it quite explicitly for
hours. She needed more than his presence filling her. She needed his motion
right now. Then, when he did move, it increased her need.

He still felt highly aroused, if not so close to boiling point as he had
been. He moved out to her entrance and then in again. She was warm and
sleek around him. When he began moving more rapidly, she arched up to meet
his thrusts. He felt it coming, and it was too soon. He couldn't stop,
though. He moved faster and drove harder.

She was nearly there. She planted her feet on the bed and raised her pelvis
to get more of him sooner. He was speeding up, and she wanted this, wanted
more speed, wanted him to use more force.

He couldn't hold back. He thrust into her more forcefully than ever. He
buried his cock deep within her and exploded. He kept pulsing as all of him
ran out into her, into her warmth, into her fertility.

She felt him drive into her and throb. That was enough to take her over.
She pressed up towards him and convulsed around him. She grabbed his ass
cheeks to pull him deeper. When she collapsed he had already collapsed on
top of her.

He struggled up and to her side. He didn't know how long he'd weighed her
down. He didn't think the elbows had helped all that much.

"Sorry," he said. He held her hand. "You are one sexy woman. I love you."
It was as long a speech as he could really manage just then, but it didn't
express how much he adored her.

"Love you, too." Then she had to breathe. She missed his touch all along
her front, but she was glad she didn't have to bear his weight. She
squeezed the hand holding hers once. He squeezed back.

Sometime later, he turned on his side to hold her. She was his darling, and
he'd missed her so much in the lonely hotel rooms. He kissed her shoulder,
the only part he could reach without straining.

She lay enjoying his kisses on her shoulder for a while. Then she
remembered that he hadn't had any lunch.

"I made sandwiches." It was probably superstitious, but she didn't want to
lose any of his seed by getting up.

"Breakfast was late Chicago time. Want to lie there?" She was the field he
had planted. He could do the walking today.

"Yeah." Will, was, after all, a man who dealt in feelings. He could read
her feelings.

"Well, when you want them, tell me."

"Right now, I want you here more."


The end
Fecund
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2013/03/28


For another story of a another couple trying to make a baby:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/brennan/taste.htm:
"Foretaste"


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