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Better Late than Ever?

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Under Quarantine, a teenage girl has a surprise, when a boy finally calls her back.

Finally, he called me back. “Hey!”

“Hey.” I want to tell him, so bad, but I don’t know where to start. “Long time no see.”

“Well, I’ve been busy, you know, and what with the outbreak. I’m sorry.”

I nodded, for no reason, since he can’t see me, but I managed to get “Can I see you, on your phone?”

“Oh, yeah.” I heard rustling around, it sounded like covers, but this early in the morning. I could imagine him waking up checking his messages, and finally making up his mind to answer mine.

He sent a pic, and sure enough, he was in bed. His arm up, smiling, and holding the camera. His other arm behind his head, so I could see his bicep, and almost smell his sweat, just looking at the hair under his arm.

So, I sat up, in my nighty, and fixed my hair with my fingers. Pulling the side that mussed up out, and a few locks around me eyes. Smiled, and said “Cheese,” then took it.

“You look great.”

“Thanks.”

“New bra?”

“Uh huh?” I slipped the strap up my shoulder, “You want to see more?” I smiled again, and held the phone up vertically.

The nightgown is pretty low cut, but it’s also got a sheer panel around the neck, clearly showing the red cups through it, with just a shadow of cleavage. I couldn’t really hold them together with my arms, and snap the photo.

“Wow, huh. You really filled out.”

“Yeah, uh.” I just shook my head, and tilted the phone down lower. Took a deep breath, and sent a pic of my tummy.

“You got. Um, curvy.” He said nervously.

“Well, huh!” Another deep breath. “Yeah, the tits kinda came with the baby.”

“Wh? How did that happen?”

“Don’t you remember?”

… It took him a while to respond to that. “But, I wore a rubber.” Or think of another excuse.

“Yeah, well it kinda defeats the purpose if you take it off, then use the same hand to finger me with your cum all over your fingers.” My bare tits, I felt the spot, where I remember his wad landing, and running down together, between them. Just like he did with his fingers, and then. i should have realized, what he was doing, and what would happen, but I was so close.

“What about the spermicidal lubricant?”

“Huh? Well, apparently it didn’t kill them all.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know?”

“Well why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well for one thing, you ghosted me, and then you ignored all my messages for months, and I didn’t want to tell you in a text message.”

“Look, I don’t want to fight.” Then, he switched to talking to himself, “But you make one mistake, and your whole life is ruint.”

“My only mistake was sleeping with you, when you said you wanted to go out with me.”

“I did go out with you.”

“Yeah, for one date, but I didn’t want to just go out on one date, and have a one night stand. I want a relationship, with you, and now the baby is going to need a family. I’m sorry you think this is going to ruin your life, but.”

“You look kinda hot.”

“Wh?” I shook my head, and lost my train of thought.

“What size bra are you up to, now?”

“28 C?”

“So, it’s not all bad.” He held up the phone, and cent another pic. This time, tilted down to show his abs, and the covers pulled away to show his night shorts. The bulge across the top of his thigh, where it met his crotch, and I couldn’t help a little giggle, of relief.

“No, I’m serious, we need to talk about our future, together.”

“So, you don’t want to sext?”

“If you want to call it sexting, instead of phone sex, or camming, or whatever, that’s fine, but we need to talk about Our future together. The 3 of us.”

“Well, he’s not going to be able to contribute much to the conversation for a few years, huh!” He jokes, and kinda laughed, but i could hear him breathing, and fapping, and it’s not like, I didn’t want to see it again.

“Show me.”

“My dick?”

“Yeah, I want to see it too.” Now that he’s at least talking about the future.

“Boy, or girl?” He sounded quiet, far away, but only because he was holding the phone out. his boner up, and taking a picture.

“I don’t know yet.” I felt my tummy, and the silky negligee. Slipping the shear fringe up my lap, and slowly teasing him, as if he were here, and he could see me. I just had to close my eyes, listen to him breathe, and remember the smell of his sweat.

“Huh, I don’t know yet, it’s too soon to tell.”

“You want a daughter, or a son?”

“I don’t care, either way, I’m going to love them.”

“Them, as in. Like, you know, genderfluid or whatever, or them as in babies, plural?”

“Huh, I don’t know. Let’s see how we take care of the one.”

“What if it’s twins?”

“It’s not. I got an ultrasound, and it’s just one.”

“They couldn’t tell if it’s a boy or a girl from that?”

“Not unless he or she spreads their legs. We couldn’t see, and besides, they’re tiny.”

“Huh, must’ve been what, a couple months?”

“Four. Four months, almost four and a half, so 18 weeks, the day after tomorrow.”

“Uh huh?”

“You’ve got a lot more stamina now.” I remember, it hurt, but I was almost relieved after he pulled out. It didn’t take him this long. “When you finish, can you send me a picture? I want to see your baby batter.”

“Hhuh! Huh, uh huh?”

I just smiled, my eyes still closed, anticipating the pictures, and listening to his satisfied breaths. getting quieter, and farther away, when he held the phone up, and tried to hold his hand steady. I guess, his fingers shook, the first time. When he opened his eyes, and looked down at what he’d done. Toughed it, then felt down my panting flat tummy.

He still has his abs, and the white streaks, up the tight tanned muscular ripples, I sniffed, remembering the smell of his jizm, and licking my lips. Scooching out of my panties, so I could hold the hem of my nighty up. With my knees spread, and my hairy muff.

“You stopped shaving?”

“Well, it’s getting a little harder to reach, and see what I’m doing.”

“I like it.”

“I wish I could see you, for real. I want you here with me, in bed, and your hands on me again. Your fingers inside me.”

“And my dick?”

“Oh yes!”

“Huhah. I don’t suppose there’s any need to wear a rubber any more. Now that we’re talking about starting a family.”

“Oh, Sean!”

“Are you cumming?”

“No, snh!” I’m starting to tear up. “It just makes me so happy, to hear you say that.”

“Huh, well, I need to grab a shower, but maybe if you’re lucky. I can sneak out later on tonight, and break curfew to cum see you?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“See you soon.”

“Love you.”

“Loveyoutoo, bye.”

“Huh!” He said it. He only said it, because I said it, and I could tell that, from the way he said it, but I don’t care. I ment it, and nothing like having a baby together, to make like grow into love, right? bring a family together, even if it didn’t happen, the most perfect way, and I can only imagine telling them about all this, when they’re older, but now all the worry, loneliness, and shame washed away, so i could just relax, and enjoy the pleasure.

“Huh!” I knew everything would be all right, with, “Sean.”

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  • Reply Pussylicker ID:61njao7g6ib9

    Mail me babe [email protected]

  • Reply anomalously ID:bpcjnotv3m

    How old are you and what size bra do you wear

    • Psiberzerker ID:1fr6k6ud4o

      46, and 28B.