Learning As You Go

By the time Annie got back to her dorm room, her roommate Camille was already dressed for a party.

Camille was short and elegant, and had a dress for every occasion, and for the couple months they'd been rooming together, Annie had come to feel jealous of her for that. Camille seemed to turn every guy's head, while Annie was taller, rounder, still carrying her teenage acne, and wore the ill-fitting spoils of the thrift store. She had no special occasion dresses, let alone any-old-Friday-night dresses.

"Just FYI, I don't plan on coming back here tonight," Camille said.

"Okay," Annie said. "Going back home for the weekend?"

Camille laughed. "No, Annie. One way or another, I'm getting laid tonight."

Annie couldn't suppress her blush. Up until college, she had been home-schooled, and mostly just saw boys from afar, or at well-minded coed events. Her mother had been strict about it. Annie's mom had her as a teenager, and wasn't about to let her daughter make the same mistake.

"Abstinence only" was an understatement. Her mother talked her through the logistics of dealing with menstruation, which was unavoidable once that started happening. Beyond that, she skipped that module of biology.

Annie was mostly on board with her mom's agenda, except now she was starting to see the appeal of Camille's way of life. She was tired of studying while the other students were out partying.

There was an attraction to boys, that was something Annie couldn't deny. That attraction had first awoken many years ago, as she started to recognize some boys as "cute" and others as "hot", not that this had any bearing on whether she'd manage to talk to them, or whether they'd talk to her.

Over the years, that attraction grew, and Annie found that she was attracted to a wide range of the male spectrum. She didn't much discriminate by race or body type or how they expressed their gender. Something in her just recognized a guy as desirable, even if that desire only expressed itself in the futile heat between her legs.

She expected that to change when she arrived on campus. She was no longer under her mother's watchful eye, and students of all genders seemed to intermingle freely. And there were various moments when Annie tried offering her best smile, hoping it would lead to more.

But a couple months later, it hadn't led to more, no matter how widely she offered that smile. She didn't quite know why, and was a bit too ashamed to admit that to a girl like Camille, who seemed to have no such issue. The party was an intriguing prospect, though. While dating seemed to take so much time, parties seemed to be where these connections got kick-started.

"Tonight's the homecoming party at Delta, right?" Annie asked. "Maybe I'll go too."

"Exciting! I'm ready to go already, so I'll see you over there," Camille said. "I assume you still need to shower, change, put on some make-up..."

"Oh right. Uh... can I use yours? Please?" Annie asked meekly. Moments like this made her feel like an impostor.

"This one time? Sure," Camille said, evidently in a good mood, but in a hurry to get out the door. She grabbed a jacket and then was gone before Annie could ask her anything else.

Annie took a shower, since she loved the heat against her body, and because Camille was probably right that she ought to. After that, she knew she should put on something and go to the party, but she wasn't sure what to wear. Certainly none of Camille's clothes were going to fit her.

As she was working this out, her thoughts were drifting ahead. She felt herself getting hot and bothered in anticipation. She had basically no experience with boys, and so anything that could happen tonight would be an exciting first.

She felt her nipples firming up, and her slit becoming hot and moist. Even though Annie was anxious to get to the party and get on with real life, she couldn't resist this moment she had to herself. She reached a hand down between her legs, being ever so gentle with herself, knowing how sensitive she was.

Annie had been feeling like this more and more lately. If she was being honest with herself, it was part of what drew her to the party tonight. As she patiently brought herself to a shaking orgasm, she imagined a boy's hand in place of hers, a kiss on her lips as she came. She wasn't even entirely sure yet what she should be fantasizing about, or where her desires were leading her. Just that, for the first time ever, maybe she could find out.

She put on the nicest polo shirt and khakis she had, and headed to the party. As soon as she stepped into the frat house, her ears were filled with the thump of the music, and her vision was saturated with flashing, pulsing strobes. She found a punch bowl and ladled a cup of it for herself.

So far so good. It was a relief that they hadn't turned her away at the door. She was worried she'd be rejected or made fun of, but if anyone was saying anything about her, she couldn't possibly hear it. Around her, people were paired and tripled off in every possible combination. For a moment she despaired, but then she saw a group of boys along the far wall.

One of them she recognized from one of her classes. Isaac. He was slender and a bit shorter than her, with a head of curls. In the dim corner, she'd classify him as "cute".

She approached him, and asked, "Hey! Wanna dance?"

"Yeah!" he said, and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. Her hand, that had been between her legs not long ago. The contact between them was warm and enticing, and she started to smile and rock with the rhythm.

The dance floor grew more crowded, forcing the two of them closer. Isaac grabbed her wide hip and pulled them together until their pelvises were moving against each other through their clothes. Annie felt herself getting hot and sensitive all over again, delirious with it, as their hips moved together in ways that just felt natural somehow.

"Is this alright?" Isaac asked. His face was inches from hers, and she felt the pull to kiss him. But it would be abrupt, it'd be absurd, and way too public for her.

"Yeah, this is... good," she said into his ear. She already felt like the typical Annie had taken the night off, and in her place was someone else, someone uninhibited. There was a weight off her shoulders that she hadn't even realized she was carrying. Maybe that sensation was the cup of punch she drank. She hadn't seen Camille at all yet, but maybe the roommate had already left with someone.

Eventually, Isaac started to say, "Hey Annie, this has been great, but I gotta--"

Annie wasn't ready to leave it at that. She noticed that he was losing steam, and he'd commented a few times that the music was a little too loud for his ears. But she had just begun to unearth a new side of herself with him. There had to be some way they could keep this going.

She blurted out, "Want to go back to my room?"

Isaac blinked in momentary surprise but recovered quickly. "Yeah. Sure! Absolutely."

The walk back wasn't far, wasn't long enough to get into a real conversation. Especially when Annie's mind was packed full of what might happen next. She was flying high on whatever was in that punch bowl, but there was also a flutter in her stomach. Isaac seemed into her, and she wondered how far he'd be willing to go tonight. How far she's be willing to go.

In the back of her mind, she remembered what her mother had drilled into her: that boys will take as much as you're willing to give, that they'll get you pregnant and leave you to fend for yourself. That had been her mother's experience, anyway. A sex life that lived and died like a mayfly at age eighteen. She didn't want Annie making the same mistake.

But Annie dismissed the train of thought before it could sour her mood, and make her back out.

It wasn't often that a guy expressed interest in her, and most of the time it had been an entirely inappropriate match. Her boss at the convenience store. A freshman when she was a senior in high school. A man twice her age. And the few times she did get close to a guy her age, she chickened out, scared straight by her mother's words, or interrupted by her mother's presence. Not anymore. She was a woman now, a college student, living on her own. She had done so much wimping out already, she could surely afford not to, just this once. After all, other girls seemed to do this all the time.

Annie and Isaac passed some of Annie's friends in the hallway. She took his hand possessively. One of her neighbors gave her a sneaky thumbs-up as they walked past. Everyone else got laid, why shouldn't she get laid once in a while too? In the back of her mind, she wondered if there was a tinge of mockery in their smiles, and also encouragement, as they all saw the prude on her way to being deflowered, saw the thick girl finally manage to nab any guy at all.

Isaac didn't show any of that in his expression. When she took his hand, he leaned in, his hand grasping hers right back. Even that contact was enough to make her feel wet again down there.

They reached her door, and when it closed, the only sound was their heavy breaths.

"So, what do you want to--" Isaac began, and Annie silenced him with a kiss. She didn't know what she wanted specifically enough to articulate it, so if she had to put words to her desires, this was all going to break down.

He kissed her back, pressing his whole body against hers. She felt something firm between his legs, and wondered if he'd been sporting that the whole way there. It pressed against her belly like an arrow to a target. His hands touched her all over, finding where her skin was ticklish, and where it was sensitive in just the right way. She moaned into his mouth, and his lips broke away, finding the tender lobe of her ear, where she had never felt girly enough to get a piercing. His hot breath was loud in her ear, making his arousal all the more real for her, and she felt her own arousal intensify.

He gradually worked his hands up under her shirt. She worried that her curves, the way her skin bulged around the rolls of her abdominal fat, would turn him off, but Isaac showed no sign that he minded. One hand caressed her breast through her bra, where her large nipples were firm and pressing against the fabric. The forbidden touch sent a jolt rolling down her spine, and she nearly lost her balance when it reached her knees. His touch seemed to be everywhere at once, and Annie worried that she wasn't reciprocating well enough for him.

It was an illicit thrill when she lifted her shirt up over her head. This was already more of herself than she'd ever shown a guy. And then she reached back and unclasped her bra. Isaac's eyes went wide at the sight of her breasts, plump and free, and Annie took pride in that reaction.

The room was so much warmer than the outdoors, and at first that made it cozy and intimate, but completely topless now, she longed for his body heat. She stepped back into his embrace, kissing him again, pushing her bare chest against his. He took the hint, and soon she felt his warm hands fondling her tits.

This was typically about as far as Annie's imagination might get, before the fireworks in her mind would go off, and her masturbation session would be over. It was already so far beyond what she had experienced; anything beyond this was purely theoretical, like imaginary numbers.

She knew that even if this was all they did together, she could still count the evening a success, having pushed her boundaries and checked some boxes. Except her need was just getting started, and she felt that firmness between Isaac's legs grow ever firmer and restless. He started to grab at her hips, her ass, drawing the two of them close at the groin, and every contact down there made her gasp.

With shaking, fumbling hands, she reached down between them and unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, one hand just feeling the contours of what lay underneath. His pants fell, revealing just one more layer of cloth, and she didn't waste time dispensing with that too.

Then he was completely naked before her. She might have liked to take her time and take it all in, the first naked, erect man she'd ever seen. But he was busy returning the favor. Fortunately her baggy khakis came off just as easily.

Her balance faltered, and he caught her by the arm, helping her get her feet under her again.

"Want to move to your bed?" he suggested.

"Probably a good idea," she said.

At first they sat on the edge of the narrow dorm bed making out, his hands finding her full breasts again. They laid down on the bed side by side, facing each other, and started making out again. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and it was a surprise at first, but it also turned her on, and she found that she could press her tongue back against his.

Her mind was focused on this new type of kissing, while her body was transferring all her arousal into a desperate mash of her flesh against his. He reached around her, as far as he could anyway, pulling the two of them close, as if with enough force, the distinction between their two separate bodies might be overcome.

It felt like sheer luck--or perhaps destiny--that his body found an alignment with hers that seemed to entice them both. When she moved even slightly against him, she could feel it throughout herself, from her head to her toes, but especially in her sensitive slit, where she knew that nub she liked to rub was hidden. From the slipperiness between them, she knew that she must be getting her juices on him. It was a little embarrassing, but he didn't object. In fact, he seemed to enjoy sliding that firm part of himself against her skin.

The contact was so delicious that before she knew it, her hips bucked on their own, a shiver running down her spine, as a climax overtook her. Maybe not the biggest she'd ever brought herself to, but the most exciting in another way, because it was her first time climaxing against someone else. That friction between them got even more sodden and slippery, but Isaac didn't seem to mind. His lips stretched into a smile as they kept kissing.

It didn't register in her mind that time was passing, until Isaac broke away from her kiss, with a sudden half-croak-half-squeak escaping his throat. And then something warm splattered her belly.

It was unexpected as startling. Annie rolled away from him to get a better look. There was suddenly a sticky, milky fluid all over her stomach, and dripping down along the inside of her hip.

"Ugh! What the?!" she exclaimed.

The boy was still panting like he had ran a mile. That part of him that had been swollen and firm was now looking like a deflated balloon animal. "Sorry, it happened all of a sudden..."

She had just showered earlier that evening, and now she was covered in some kind of bodily fluid, and it was starting to freak her out. She wanted to tell him it was okay, but she really wasn't sure at all. Annie grabbed a towel and wiped herself off. But now that towel probably needed to be washed. And she still felt like she needed another shower. Her arousal was quickly displaced by her confusion and panic.

Isaac seemed embarrassed about what happened, but he also wasn't nearly as concerned as she was; but she didn't feel like exposing her ignorance by asking what the hell just happened.

As she dealt with the situation, he eventually got up off her bed and dressed himself again, buttoning the bare minimum buttons of his shirt.

After he was gone, Annie felt partly still riled up, but partly still shaken. She suspected that whatever just happened, she might have handled it poorly, and maybe there could have been some way for them to continue, and get back to that closeness and pleasure they'd been sharing before it got interrupted. Was his sudden... fluid... supposed to be no big deal? Was she supposed to ignore it and go on making out with him?

She had half a mind to pleasure herself again, but she also still felt gross, and once the adrenaline wore off, she was hit with a wave of exhaustion on top of that. After showering again, she went right to sleep.

In the morning, she was mortified at herself. Taking a boy back to her room, down the gauntlet of gossipers. Plenty of them had probably seen him leave not long after that, and in a hurry. She was embarrassed about what had happened, and worried that she didn't understand the full implications of it.

She logged onto her AI chat. She asked it, "I was with a boy, and suddenly sticky white stuff was all over me. What is that stuff?"

It replied, "That is probably his semen. Semen is a fluid containing billions of little sperm cells, and it is ejaculated from the male's penis. This often occurs at the climax of a sexual act."

"So I just had sex?" she asked, her stomach in knots. She hadn't really set out to lose her virginity, and also she hadn't realized it'd be so easy to lose.

"Yes, what you took part in was a sexual act."

It took her a while to type in the next question, because she was so scared of what the answer might be.

"Does that mean I'm pregnant now?"

The AI responded with a dense wall of text. Annie couldn't bring herself to read through all of it. This kind of tool could get a little carried away sometimes. All she could bare to read was the very beginning.

"Yes, from what you've described, conception is a possible outcome that cannot be definitively ruled out..."

Her first morning as a woman, no longer a girl, no longer a virgin maiden, and she wondered at what cost. She didn't feel any change in herself yet, though she wasn't sure if or when she would. She knew that when a woman was pregnant, she'd bulge in the middle, but as a pudgy girl, she wondered if pregnancy could sneak up on her if she wasn't careful.

But one thing had definitely changed for her. She had those incandescent-hot memories of the night before, from before everything got weird. They were so sharp, not even the party bowl punch had dulled them. Again and again, she replayed herself rutting against Isaac's rod, somehow knowing exactly what to do to bring them both pleasure, even though she'd never been told a single thing about it. She remembered the climax she had against his body, a kind of climax unlike any of the ones she'd ever given herself. And now she understood that the milky, sticky fluid was the byproduct of a Isaac's climax, not far behind hers. Now that she knew to anticipate it, she wondered if she'd be quite so grossed out by it.

Her sheets were still damp with the evidence of the night before, and she knew she had to wash those before her roommate came back. But maybe not before she brought herself to one orgasm after another all over them again.

Annie knew how to give herself different kinds of pleasure. When her slit was soaking and hot, she could slip a hand down between her labia, and moving her hips just slightly back and forth, press her slit against her hand until she got off. She could bring herself to orgasm quickly this way, when she wanted to, and she could do it quietly when necessary.

And then there were other times when she'd splay her naked legs wide, and slip a finger or two up into herself. She couldn't rush this, because she was oh so tender and sensitive inside. And she couldn't do it quietly either--when she brought herself to orgasm this way, she always lost control of her voice in the end. Having the room to herself, she indulged in this, until she was left spread-eagle, naked, panting, sweat-dewed, her thighs shaking and weak.

When she got it out of her system again, she wondered what had gotten into her. She'd made the decision to go to the party thinking she might meet someone, envious of the fun Camille was always having, but she hadn't gone there looking for sex, had she? And yet that was exactly what happened, as if it had been the plan all along. Maybe somewhere deep inside of her, it had been an intention she didn't dare acknowledge.

She decided it would have to be a one-time thing, a mistake she couldn't risk making again, not when a potential pregnancy from it was still looming over her. She tried to think of it as a learning experience, a threshold crossed and a box checked.

Except, despite her intention to leave the mistake unrepeated, she kept feeling a heat between her legs whenever she thought of that night. Whenever she walked to class knowing she might even spot Isaac across the quad.

Then a few days later, she got a text.

"Hey, this is Isaac. I hope it's okay that I got your number. I had a good time on Saturday night. Maybe I shouldn't have ducked out like that. I'm here to talk, if you want"

She wanted to say "yeah it's all good" or something that a cool, chill person would say, but, her fingers shaking, what she ended up typing was. "That sounds good. Tonight?"

If she might be pregnant from what they did, he deserved to know that. And that wasn't something she could say in a text.

Annie asked Camille, "Could I... have the room later? I have someone coming over."

Camille raised an exquisitely plucked eyebrow. "Oh! A boyfriend?"

Annie sighed, wishing she had an answer to that. "We have some sensitive things to talk about, in private. I just thought here would be good, if you don't mind--"

"Say no more!" Camille said with a giggle. "You can uh... talk... all night if you need to."

It's not like that, Annie thought. Except there was a stirring inside her that said it could be. They'd done it before. If Isaac wanted to mash himself against her again, and bring her to orgasm, why not? But she had invited him here to talk, and they did have things to talk about.

Before Isaac arrived, Annie showered and changed out of her sweats into... she didn't know what. She only had one dress in the closet, a rather formal floor-length piece. Ultimately she settled on a loose skirt and one of her less used-looking t-shirts. She felt silly dolling herself up like this, for probably no reason at all. Certainly not if they were going to just have a chat. And she wasn't sure how that chat might go.

Finally Isaac knocked on her door, and Annie went to answer it. The neighboring room across the hall had their door open, and Camille was hanging out in there with two other girls, all of whom were obviously watching-not-watching. Annie beckoned Isaac into the room and closed the door on their audience.

"Hey," he said. "You look good."

It seemed genuine, surprised even. Annie blushed, and felt her knees weakening. "Let's sit down."

They sat side by side on her bed. Before she could chicken out, she said, "The other night, that was my first time doing anything like that."

"Oh," he said. Not in shock, but not like he expected it either. "Sorry, I didn't realize that at the time. I should've asked, I guess. Are you feeling okay about it?"

"Actually, to be honest, I'm still a little freaked out about it," she said. "Because now I might be..." She found it hard to say, even though the thought of it was doing funny things to her libido. "I might be... pregnant."

The color ran from his face momentarily. Isaac had had sex with three women before Annie. Two girls his age, and one older woman. In all three cases, his sexual partner had taken care of contraception for him. Or so he assumed. He had never asked, and it just never came up. Now for the first time, he wondered what kind of risks he'd taken before, without knowing it. But he knew for a fact that none of his previous sexual partners had gotten pregnant from anything they'd done together.

"Sure, it's possible I guess," he said, thinking it was highly unlikely, but not wanting to outright contradict her. "But... unlikely... right?"

Annie wanted to believe it, but wasn't sure if it might just be wishful thinking on his part, or her own part. Even though she could picture a baby-in-miniature somewhere inside her, could imagine her features combined with his, and that had an allure to her that she couldn't justify.

"Maybe. I don't know. I'm just wondering, if it happens, what then?" she asked.

Annie was so different than the other women Isaac had been with, just built different in every way. When he saw her at the party, he thought he'd try his luck with the thick, pudgy girl because she might be easy. Now it seemed like being with her might not be so easy as he thought. But gosh did her body please him in ways he hadn't expected.

And the idea that she might get pregnant by him, it quickly burrowed into his brain like a virus, reshaping what he saw when he looked at her. He'd never even stopped to wonder before, whether she was fertile, whether he was potent. But Annie was saying he might have gotten her pregnant on their first time together--and yeah, when he ejaculated all over her, maybe some of it had landed in the wrong place--and it turned him on to think that he might have that potential.

He was pretty sure the risks they'd taken before were minor ones, unlikely to actually lead to a pregnancy, and that what she was saying was something else. Maybe this was some kind of fantasy that she was playing out with him. And to his surprise, that fantasy held a certain appeal over his libido too, so he felt inclined to play along and see where this went.

He laughed nervously. "Gosh. That's a hard one. If it happens, I'll help you figure it out, whatever you need."

She still hoped it wouldn't come to that--if it hadn't already--but it was a comfort to know she wouldn't face it alone, if she could believe him--and she desperately wanted to.

It was taking all her willpower not to kiss him, and after the taxing conversation, after his pledge to be there for her in her pregnancy, she couldn't hold back any longer.

He leaned in, meeting her lips with his, his tongue slipping between her lips, dancing with her own. She moaned into his mouth, and she could feel his breath quickening against her cheek. The hand he put on her arm to steady himself shifted over to her breast, where her arousal was tangible to them both.

In a hurry, she unclasped her bra, so that she could offer her large breasts to him again, uncontained. Meanwhile she ran a hand along his abdomen, taking in the contours of him all over again, renewing and expanding on the memory of him.

But he was taking his time with her, his touch gentle enough to tickle and make her nerves jump with joy. He had rushed things on Saturday, thinking incorrectly that she was already used to all of this, and now he seemed intent on making up for that. It was a gorgeous relief when his hand finally slipped beneath her skirt and made its slow, teasing way up her thighs to wear they met. By now she was more than ready, and she could feel the firmness in his lap telling her that he was too.

She still didn't know her own body and her desires well enough to see where they were leading her, but she knew she needed that closeness with him again. A closeness that clothing was getting in the way of.

She spread her legs, pulled off her underwear, moved her hips on the edge of the bed to give him access to her, inside and out. At first she didn't understand, when he moved to his knees on the floor, pulling that skirt over his head.

Then she felt his breath on her crotch, his lips and tongue on her vulva, on the sensitive parts of herself that she didn't entirely have mapped out yet. He seemed to have some idea of his goal though, and her arousal quickly crested. She struggled to hold back a scream as he lapped at her juices, her thick thighs trembling under his onslaught, and when he slipped a finger inside her, another orgasm followed fast.

When he came up for air, she grabbed his hand, guided him up onto the bed with her. They quickly finished getting him naked, her eyes drinking him in all over again. But she didn't want to look, she wanted to touch and feel him against her.

He leaned down and kissed her, his body nestling just right atop hers. She could feel the erection between his legs settling into the sopping crevasse of her loins. In this position, she was spread wider, letting his core lay tighter against hers. Last time, in the distraction of their kissing, she hadn't even recognized that the pleasure she felt was from his erection running along the length of her slit. Now he started moving his hips patiently forward and back, and her entire mind was honed in on that slippery part of herself that was guiding the path of his shaft.

But her body knew what it wanted, what it needed. She pushed her pelvis upward to meet his rhythm. Her hips tried different angles, finding different sensations. And then the tip of him glanced just barely off target, but with so much lubrication between them, it was inevitable that the head of his penis slipped slightly into her, into the tightness of her flesh.

He pulled away quickly, and to her it felt like being denied what she desired most. A second time, he slipped a little further into her before he remembered himself. His mind was a swirl of contradictions. This girl claimed to be worried about pregnancy just from how he ejaculated on her stomach last time. And yet here she was, angling her hips so that it was becoming increasingly difficult not to penetrate her. After all that pregnancy talk, he didn't know whether to indulge her fetish--trusting that she had to be on the pill--or whether to be extra careful.

Again, she pushed her hips up to meet him, to feel every bit of him she could get inside her, touching her right where she most needed to be touched. She was moving purely on instinct, not even understanding exactly what he was doing to her where, just knowing what felt good, what felt right. But he seemed intent on teasing her, denying it to her. She came to orgasm so easily before, she couldn't understand why it was just beyond her reach now.

Awkwardly in the single-occupant dorm bed, she rolled the two of them over, straddling his crotch, pressing her needy slit against it. That firm protrusion between his legs, this was more or less her first time getting a real glance at it. That's his penis, she recognized. She wasn't so clueless as to not know the term, but up to this point, she hadn't really stopped to question exactly what all the bits they mashed together were, or why it felt so exquisite when they did that. Even now, her recognition of his anatomy was a detached, academic one, while what really mattered was the way they felt when their bodies were pressed hard against each other, and then the names of things didn't really matter compared to that.

As passionately as he kissed her back, there was a pleasure-driven distraction in his gaze. She wondered if it'd be long before the splatter of white stuff would come again. She remembered how hot it was against her skin. Knowing what it was now, knowing to expect it, she didn't think she'd freak out this time. No, she might actually come to find it exciting, that evidence of his climax, a climax that was her doing.

At first, it was enough to slide the length of his shaft against the sensitive parts underneath her. Then she wanted to feel the head of his cock nudging its way through her folds. Her thighs and buttocks were tensed tight, to push herself against him just so, in order to feel him press against her in just the right way she needed.

Then with one mis-timed thrust of her hips, his penis twitched, finding a new angle. As soaked and limbered-up as she was, he slid inside her easily, and she recognized that sensation for what it was.

She immediately stopped, momentarily overwhelmed with the new and exquisite sensation, Isaac's face a mix of tension and bliss that matched her own. She remembered how slipping a finger into herself always brought her to such greater, uncontrollable ecstasy, and she could feel this contact leading her towards that kind of climax, or maybe something even more powerful.

"Annie, are you sure this is safe?" Isaac asked.

The question was simultaneously sobering and sent a forbidden thrill up her spine from where they were now joined. She knew the answer, of course. No, this wasn't safe, but in the moment it was also everything in the world that she truly wanted. But she still had enough self-control to slip him free of her again.

"We're taking a risk already, aren't we?" she asked.

This concept too was a dangerous delight to behold. The idea that they might be making a life-changing decision in this moment, it added a significance to their union.

For a moment she just rutted against him like before, but her body was becoming more articulate in its needs, the closer Annie learned to listen to them. She found that special angle again, that sent his shaft deep into her flesh. Every inch of him that fit inside her was ecstasy, and yet something primal was urging her on, to take more, more, more.

"Annie, oh god, Annie, I don't know about this," he said, reading the intent and intensity on her face.

She bore down on him, feeling his shaft shift around inside her. It found new erogenous zones to touch, discovered territory never before known to mankind. If I'm going to get pregnant, I want it to feel like this, she caught herself thinking. Oh, wouldn't it be so sweet to get pregnant like this? She was fast approaching her climax. it was a freight train almost too late to dodge by now.

"Annie, seriously, I'm about to--" Isaac gasped.

His hands gripped her hips hard, and for a moment she was ready for him to pull her down on him, pull the two of them tight together to complete their union. But he pushed her away at the last second. His erection, covered in her juices, pulled free of her insides, the friction bringing her to a bittersweet orgasm as it left her. She felt herself gripping for something no longer there, as his shaft angled up against her slit. Her weight collapsed on him just as his hips thrust up, and his penis poured milky fluid across his stomach, where they pressed stickily together. It was a welcome sensation this time, but it also felt... misplaced somehow.

They stayed conjoined like that while their respective climaxes finished roiling through their bodies.

"I like you, Annie," Isaac said, kissing her again.

"You only like me?" she asked, teasing.

For her part, she felt awash in endorphins. She was in love with him, or at least in love with what his body could do to hers. She was ready to change her life for him. The thought was scary and intoxicating at the same time.

Isaac was still coming down from his orgasm, and maybe he wasn't thinking straight, but he knew Annie was someone special. He'd never been with anyone like her before. He wasn't sure he'd even met anyone like her. This whole mind-game they seemed to be playing together, with the risk of pregnancy, it did something to his brain that he couldn't explain. And then there was the feeling of slipping inside her this time. Potentially a bad idea, potentially disastrous, and yet gloriously pleasurable at the same time. It took all his willpower to pull out at the last opportunity, and part of him was already fixating on what it could have felt like if he didn't. So even though he knew it was a gamble, and that they were moving really fast, he didn't want to miss out on a chance at that.

"Okay, I like you a lot," he said with a laugh. "And if we're going to have a relationship, I'm okay with calling it what it is."

"Only okay with it?" she teased.

"I'm just trying to play it cool at first, okay?" he teased back. "I don't want to rush you into anything that you're not ready for."

"That's sweet," she said. And then she noticed he was looking at her for an answer. "Let's just say I really, really like you too. A lot."

Isaac was spent, and drifted off to sleep in her bed. Annie got up to use the bathroom, and brought her phone with her. As the euphoria wore off, she was starting to reconsider what they'd done together. It felt good, it felt right, but she also sensed that there was something she desired even more.

"Is it safe to take a penis inside my vagina?" she asked.

Little did Annie know, this AI was a self-training algorithm that drew upon publicly-accessible portions of the internet, including the ever-growing body of erotic fiction. In those stories, women tended to get pregnant after any sexual contact whatsoever.

"Yes, it generally results in pregnancy, which a safe and natural process."

Her heart sank and thrilled in equal measure. Her plans, her dreams for the future were all up in the air now. She would have to figure it all out anew, chart a fresh course with what she now knew.

She crept back to the bed, and slipped under the sheets with Isaac. The only way they fit into the little bed was if she pressed her whole body against his. Her head was busy with thoughts, and her loins were filled with irrepressible desires, but soon the affectionate coziness between them got to her, and she started drifting off. Camille would just have to spend the night across the hall.

In the morning, Annie could feel Isaac firming up against her leg, his hands rediscovering her body in the morning light. She warmed to his touch, her arousal never entirely ebbing overnight, and she ran a hand up his thigh, gently feeling the sack beneath his shaft. He murmured his approval and turned to kiss her.

She had one leg draped over his, and when he turned to face her, she felt the tip of his erection nestle into her, just about where she felt a need for it. Like magic. Like destiny. It felt like their bodies were made for one another. A biologically perfect match.

As they made out, she angled her hips up, and he maneuvered slightly, until they felt the pieces lock perfectly into place, the head of his penis slipping just inside her hole. They stopped for a moment, looking into each others' eyes for approval, agreement, that they were really going to do this.

Annie needed to feel more of him, and grabbed his hips with her hand, pulling them closer, so his shaft slid into her. But side by side like this, they had to go a little slower, move a little less, and the restraint was tantalizing and agonizing. She could feel something coming on, an inevitability, an intense joy. Her worries from the night before were melting away in the heat and purity of their union. How could something this special--this intimate--be dangerous? This felt like what she was born to do, like the culmination of her whole life.

He started to move, a little at a time. But even those fractional movements inside her translated to oversized sensations. When he worked himself all the way into her, his shaft disappearing into her entirely, her crotch came flush against his, her sensitive slit pressed against his skin and the bones underneath. At the same time, she could feel his shaft in her opening, she could feel the tip of him reaching some special spot deep inside her, a sensation she never knew before. This position did something special to her. It was like both her favorite ways of masturbating at the same time, plus the extra special something that came from doing it with a partner. They only had to shift a little against each other to feel it everywhere.

"Oh my god, Annie," Isaac gasped.

"I know," she replied, also struggling for breath.

"I'm about to--"

"Don't stop now!" she preempted whatever he was about to say.

Her orgasm was almost upon her, and then a moment later it crashed.

She felt herself squeezing down on him, her muscles clenching to the point where it almost hurt, and those clenched muscles could feel him--the size and shape and contours of him inside her--in minute detail. She swore he felt larger, growing for a moment, and then something new happened. Something unexpected and unfamiliar.

She could feel a jet of pressure erupt from him, a sudden explosion of warmth inside her. She'd never felt anything like it before, but she instantly found that she loved the feeling of it, that it did something unique and special to her that she couldn't explain. Isaac's hands gripped her tight, and the orgasm she was already having went supernova. Her abdominal muscles contracted and released in a roiling rhythm. Her thighs squeezed down on his thighs, locking him tight to her. He gripped her buttocks hard, pulling her close so that the tip of him could reach just that little bit deeper, as he warmed her insides again, and again, and again. Her whole body was on fire, every inch of skin sensitive to the lightest touch, able to set her off anew.

Annie screamed. Her hearing, her vision, all those senses were gone, while her mind struggled to process the wealth of sensation inside and out. Her orgasm nearly made her black out, and it went on and on, like the pleasure centers in her brain were short-circuiting, stuck on a loop. She temporarily forgot how to breathe. She'd never, ever had a climax anything like this before.

Finally, Isaac's strained expression of bliss softened, and he blinked. "I can't believe we actually did that."

Then Annie's morning alarm went off, disturbing their reverie. Isaac glanced over to check the time, and rolled off of her. "Sorry, I've got class in fifteen minutes."

His sudden withdrawal left Annie empty and chilled in some ways, but still warm and filled in others. When he had left, she noticed the overwhelming dampness--gooeyness--between her legs, and reached down. She found that she was filled to the brim with his thick, milky fluid. She remembered the first couple times, how she'd ended up with something like that on her stomach.

She hadn't even heard Camille come in, but her roommate had obviously seen enough.

"Oh, Annie," Camille said with a sigh.

Annie quickly covered herself with a sheet, whatever good that did now. She was still naked underneath, and freshly fucked.

"Can I beat him up for you?" Camille asked, squatting down by her bed.

"What?" Annie asked, confused.

"He shouldn't have done that," Camille said. "Right?"

"It's fine," Annie said, more to calm her roommate and end the discussion. She wasn't really sure what she thought about the situation, especially now that Camille was making her doubt herself again.

"But girl, I saw. You are filled to the brim with that boy's sperm," Camille said. "If you get knocked up, I'd probably have to find a new roommate." She pouted like it was all about her, ultimately.

"Knocked up?" Annie asked, part hopeful and part worried.

"Annie, that's baby batter you've got inside you now," Camille said.

This produced a surge of reactions in Annie that she couldn't begin to untangle, not with Camille in the room anyway.

"It is what it is," Annie said. "Whatever happens, happens."

"Are you sure?" Camille asked. "That is a wild way to react to this. I mean, it's ultimately your body, your choice, but--"

"I just don't want to talk about it, okay?" Annie said. "I didn't mean to make it your business."

"Alright," Camille said, grabbing an outfit to change into.

In the short term, Annie had to get up and get to class too, but her mind really wasn't in it.

When she eventually got some time alone, she consulted the AI chat.

"If a man ejaculates inside my vagina, can I get pregnant from that?" Given its earlier answers, she suspected she knew the answer, but she needed to know for sure.

The erotica-powered AI replied, "Yes, you are almost certainly pregnant now."

She queried, "Is it normal for that to get me off?"

The erotica-powered AI responded, "Yes, this is called being a breeder, and it's a very healthy and normal fixation for a woman to have. A breeder gets particular satisfaction from taking a cock inside herself raw and unprotected."

Reading that, Annie began to wonder if there was something about herself that she had yet to fully understand. It used the term "breeder". Was that what she was?

"What's a breeder?"

"A breeder is a woman who gets off on getting pregnant. Typically breeders also have a physique that is suited for child-bearing, such as large breasts, wide hips, and strong vaginal muscles."

Annie went down the checklist. Her breasts were large. Her hips were wide. She remembered how tight she'd been when Isaac first penetrated her, how hard she felt herself squeeze down on her finger whenever she fingered herself. And the idea of getting pregnant... it had been the only thing on her mind for days, and she'd been walking around in a constant state of arousal over it.

It all confirmed what Camille had told her. Isaac had ejaculated deep in Annie's pussy, so Annie was definitely pregnant now, like the breeder she was.

Isaac was texting her, and Annie didn't want to end things with him, but she also felt like she had to break the news, and it didn't feel right to keep it from him. So making various excuses, she managed to go a week without seeing him.

This involved spending a lot of time holed up in her room not seeing anyone at all. She decided it was no use placing her hopes on some infinitesimal chance that she wasn't pregnant, she should just accept it that she was, and start figuring out what had to happen next. So she started researching prenatal doctor visits, maternity assistance programs, jobs she could get during and after the pregnancy, childcare enrollment, a whole checklist of things. It was overwhelming, a whole world of unknowns, but she started to feel like she knew what she had to do.

There was a knock on the dorm room door. Annie, 20 tabs deep in her search results, waited for Camille to answer the door, and eventually remembered that Camille wasn't around.

It was Isaac. He looked distraught.

"What's up?" she asked. If something bad happened, she thought he would have told her over text.

"Annie, I just need to hear it from you, in person. Are we still good?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. "Why?"

"I've missed you," he said. "I know that may sound silly, we haven't had a thing going on for very long, but I like you, and I thought we had something good together..."

"Yeah, we're good, but--" Annie began, unthinking.

"But what?" Isaac asked. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"No!" she said in a hurry. "Isaac, I'm... I'm pregnant."

She was worried he would take it badly, that knowing this, he would want nothing more to do with her.

Instead, he stepped close to her, placed a hand on her stomach, as if he'd be able to feel the baby inside her already.

"Annie, that's... incredible." And then he kissed her hard.

She pulled him into the room and shut the door. They still had so much to talk about, but she decided that could wait. They needed to renew the bond that first brought them together, in this lifelong, irrevocable way.

With every step towards the bed, he disrobed her, admiring her exposed skin with a new kind of reverence. She wasn't just a one-night stand, or even a friend with benefits, or just a girlfriend. She was the mother of his child, or playing the role anyway. He kissed a trail down to her nipple, imagining an infant suckling there. It was believable, she was built for it, primed for it, ready.

Annie unzipped his pants, and fished out his erection, stroking it in her hand, so long, so firm. She remembered how it had felt nestled deep inside her. How it had throbbed against her sensitive inner walls. How it had burst, filling her deep inside with his baby batter. And even if it was already too late for that to make any difference, she longed to feel it all over again. The only downside was that she was already pregnant, and therefore couldn't experience that moment of conception all over again--not for another nine months at least.

She leaned down, licking his shaft, quickly lubricating him for what came next. But he was impatient too, knowing he might not last long against the relentless sensations her body gave him, and he raised her chin to his lips, and guided her onto her back.

His weight settled atop hers, his cock finding her opening with a familiar, practiced ease now, sliding gently, passionately into her bit by bit. One of his hands came to her belly, as if being careful of the fetus inside.

Annie gasped as she felt herself opening up to him, and him delving deeper into her. Yes, she decided, they'd been fools to let it go so far already, but that didn't mean that their pairing couldn't last. This truly could be something special.

Isaac settled into a slow, patient rhythm. She'd never really done this with him in control before; this was her first time truly understanding what he liked, what he wanted from her most. She drew her thick thighs up, hooking her heels around his legs, giving him a better angle to plunge deeper into her and urging him onward, inward. She felt herself reacting to every movement, every thrust, with an angling of her hips, a subtle undulation of her vaginal muscles. She wasn't experienced at this, but she was built for it, and she was still discovering more about herself every time.

He varied his pace, his angle, his depth. If they were to be bonded for life, they would come to know each other like this, inside and out, completely. Sometimes he probed a corner of her that no one ever had before, sending a new thrill up her spine. Sometimes he glanced off of something firm deep inside her, something so sensitive, it made her whole body buck with pleasure.

This time she began to recognize the signs of his approaching climax. The strain in his neck muscles. The urgent way his hand gripped her hip. The way he throbbed and spasmed inside her.

"I'm about to cum, Annie," he said. "Do you want it inside you?"

"Yes!" she cried out, her nerve endings attuned to expect it any second.

"If you weren't pregnant already, it might knock you up," he murmured, and she didn't hear the wink in his voice. "Are you sure you want that?"

His delay was agonizing for her. And his talk of pregnancy was driving her wild. "Ejaculate inside me! Please!"

Isaac found her clinical terminology charming, hot even. It was like she'd never talked dirty with anyone else before, had never even learned the slang. It made her demand sound all the more genuine.

Annie was right on the edge of her peak, when she felt Isaac lean down on her hard, pushing himself as deep into her as he could go, holding them tight to each other while their coupling ran its course. She gripped his back hard, urging him on, consciously squeezing down on him, knowing how it sent him over the edge before. At last his held breath escaped in a rush, a breathy groan, and she felt the first jet of his milky fluid deep inside her, warming her, pressing against her deepest recesses.

"Oh! Fuck!" she cried out, as her body took over, her breath in sync with her pussy gripping him, milking him, draining him, caressing him, coaxing him for more, and more, and more.

Isaac collapsed onto her, his entire body focused on that point of contact, that exchange of fluids. Annie felt him swell up inside her again and again, each time delivering more of that "baby batter". In the back of her mind, she thought, here's a man who could keep me pregnant forever. The thought pushed her to even greater heights. Her body clearly wanted this more than anything else in the world.

"Wow," Isaac said at last.

She laughed along with him as she gasped for air. What they shared was too intense for either of them to articulate.

She didn't end up bringing up their child-rearing plans that night. She talked herself out of it. Their bodies clearly had more talking to do first, and she couldn't get enough.

He left in the morning, when her alarm went off, giving her the bare minimum number of minutes to get herself dressed and out the door. No time to screw him again, even though she'd have liked to. No time to share more than a moment's kiss as he hurried for the door a moment ahead of her. And certainly no time to process the way she'd given herself over to him again completely. Or maybe it'd been he who put himself in her hands, his future on an inevitable collision course with hers.

In the bathroom at lunch time, Annie noticed that she was bleeding.

That evening, Camille mentioned, "You must be so relieved."

"About what?" Annie asked.

"Your period?" Camille asked. "I saw the tampon in the bin. No baby this month. You really lucked out."

"Oh right," Annie said.

It was a relief, as she knew it should be. It meant she could keep going to college without interruption. It meant that she and Isaac hadn't yet made a baby together, and maybe they could save that special moment for later.

On the other hand, she found herself mourning the future she'd been expecting to have, and the baby she thought she had growing inside her. By now she was reading all kinds of things about breeders like her, often getting off on how they ended up pregnant. She was fantasizing about her future life with a child, and maybe a husband or at least a father to that child. About how she'd get pregnant again and again at every opportunity. So it was also a bit of a let down to know she hadn't gotten pregnant this time after all.

Not entirely trusting Camille, she asked her AI, "I just got my period. Am I pregnant?"

It replied, "No, if you're still getting your period, then you're not pregnant."

Well, that confirmed what Camille claimed. She still wasn't feeling entirely one thing about it.

"I can't get pregnant while I'm on my period?"

"Correct, there is no risk of pregnancy during your period, or for a while afterwards."

Her heart rate made an immediate jump. This knowledge took one possibility off the table, but introduced many more.

"I'm coming over tonight," she texted Isaac. And then remembered to add, "Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am!" he replied, with an enthused string of emojis.

The wait for night to fall was unbearable. Annie didn't have the attention for anything else. Getting sustenance in her at the dining hall, while she hurried through tonight's assigned reading, felt like a chore, but she knew how much energy sex could take, how it could leave her winded and weak. She knew she wouldn't have time to do the reading later, if she got to spend the evening in Isaac's bed. It was odd, to look at herself now, and hardly recognize the focused, sexless person she'd been just recently.

She strode into Isaac's dorm as if she belonged there. Hoping it would look like she was coming over to work on an assignment with him, not like the booty call this was. She wondered who they would think was calling whom. It was still unexpected that this cute, slender boy would have any interest in a thick, curvy girl like her.

That special place between her legs already grew hot and moist for him as she approached. Hopefully she'd get to take her pants off before she soaked straight through them. Especially if it'd leave a stain of red. That'd be mortifying.

He answered the door in a long tee shirt and some baggy gym shorts. The room was small, but it was decked out with posters and twinkling lights and stacks of books atop the furniture. In that moment, she learned more about him than she had in hours of shared pleasure.

"Sorry, I know it's a bit of a mess," he said.

"Ha! You've seen mine," she said. "It'd be worse, too, if not for Camille..."

Meanwhile she started to strip out of her clothes in a hurry. For a moment, he watched her, absorbed in it, then remembered to frantically draw down the window blinds. They laughed at that.

He seemed to be waiting for some explanation for her appearance here. Some new revelation. Some escalation of their little contest. But how could there be, after she told him she was pregnant? She really thought so at the time, but looking back on it now, she felt so silly, so ignorant.

She felt powerful though, in control, as she went to him, baring her full self to him, kissing him, drawing him close. It didn't take long to free him from that loose shirt and shorts, and in that little room, pressed against the hot flesh of her, he didn't need them. He was already hard, making a ridiculous tent of those shorts before she slid them down, and he sprung free.

Not long ago she'd been a virgin, a complete beginner at this art, and yet now the male sex organ was hardly a mystery to her anymore. She was coming to understand the shape and texture of it. How it reflected Isaac's state of arousal. How it made him feel when it was touched. But there was still more to discover.

She knelt down, and brought her mouth to it. She didn't quite know how to begin, and tried approaching it from different angles, licking at him in different ways, listening close for every gasp of his breath.

Annie recalled how he had tongued at her slit. In her mind, she could replay she sensuous rhythm of it, and she wondered if the way he'd pleasured her might have contained a hint at how he longed to receive pleasure. So she tried to emulate it against his anatomy, as best she could.

His hand caressed the top of her head as she worked upon him, and her hand, grasping his upper thigh for support, felt the muscles there start to thrum and shake.

"Annie?" he asked urgently. He was on the verge of losing his balance. "I'm about to--"

She stopped short. As much as she wanted his climax, there was a particular way she wanted it. There was a reason she was here tonight.

She turned away from him, crawling up onto his bed, raising her backside towards him. She wiggled her butt back and forth, invitingly.

It wasn't as though he needed convincing. She felt the bed shift under her, as he knelt behind her, and then one warm hand on her lower back, and a gentle poke between her legs, right where she needed him. Right where she was soaking wet, eager to receive him.

He pressed into her, and her flesh parted easily around him, as he slipped deeper into her. Even though she'd taken him inside her before, it felt distinct this way. Sensations entirely new to her, as he reached spots no one ever had, stimulated her in brand new ways. It wasn't going to take her long to achieve her own climax this way, and she could feel the unyielding firmness of him inside her, and recognized that he was close to the edge himself, barely holding himself back.

"Please!" she gasped, hoping he still remembered the last time she'd used that word, and the request that went with it.

"You still want it?" he asked teasingly. "There?"

"Right there!" she confirmed, hoping her enthusiasm would help overpower him, as if what her body was doing to him wasn't already enough.

The more they rutted like this, the heavier he leaned on her, their bodies pressing harder together in a tighter, more intent union, trying in vain to combine into one. And then he pushed himself that little bit deeper, clutching her tight in an embrace from behind. One of his hands felt at one of her breasts, the palm of his hand feeling just right against her firm, sensitive nipple.

Annie knew what was coming next, and yet the feeling of being inseminated was still fresh for her every time. She felt him swell up a bit more inside her, against her taut, tender vaginal walls clutching, cradling him inside her. Then she felt the sudden fluid rush of it, the heat of his delivery into her. She knew intellectually that it couldn't get her pregnant this time, and some instinctual part of her recognized the truth of that, but it wasn't hard to imagine that, in some other time and place, this could certainly do it.

The pleasure it brought her was still surprising to her. She cried out, powerless to contain it. On her hands and knees, there was little she could do to receive it but she felt her core activate around him, squeezing him, coaxing him, every muscle movement inside her giving pleasure to them both. He wasn't done yet, of course. With a grunt, he splashed inside her again, bringing her pleasure up to a white-hot boil.

By the time his flow into her ebbed, and their breathing slowed, Annie was already looking forward to feeling that all over again. She felt filled inside, and yet she wondered how much more she could take, and how much more he could give, especially when she was finding out how adept her sex was at drawing it out of him. But for now, he collapsed on the bed, his hands holding her close, caressing her lazily, taking pride in the aftershocks still rippling through her flesh. With neither of them inclined to entirely stop, she wondered how long they'd keep this up into the night.

"Pregnancy hormones got you riled up, eh?" he teased.

"I'm not pregnant after all," she admitted finally. "Sorry."

"Sorry for what?" he asked.

"Because I told you I was," she said. "And it turns out I was wrong about that, I guess. And then just now, I didn't tell you that, until after you..."

"So what?"

"I kinda feel like I tricked you into fucking me under false pretenses," she said. "Would you have, if I'd told you first?"

"Well, yeah," he said. "Obviously."

"Even if you knew I wasn't carrying your child?" With her head nestled against his ribcage, she could feel the way his breath caught short at that, betraying his feigned indifference.

"Would I have done it exactly the same way? Hard to say," he admitted. He rolled towards her. "But now that I know, we could try it again, and see how it compares."

She laughed. "It wouldn't be a fair test, because now I'm already a mess..."

She motioned at their combined juices, smeared across her stomach, and still more deep inside her. She was worried her period would be obvious, but given how much more there was, it was only a slight reddish tinge. Had he noticed at all?

"Then let's clean you up first," he said with a smirk.

"Sorry to preempt your Friday night plans," she said. "Not that sorry."

"This is better than whatever I would've ended up doing otherwise," he said.

Their Friday night stretched into Saturday morning and then Saturday afternoon, but eventually he pulled away from her.

Annie felt exhausted, and used, and satisfied, and glowing. The past 24 hours had been blissful, punctuated with one climax after another. Some had been shared, whenever Isaac pushed his seed deep inside her. Others had been drawn out of her to his delight, as she rode him, or as he manipulated her with his deft fingers.

It was partly a relief, knowing they could do all of this without any possibility of a pregnancy from it. But every time he ejaculated deep inside her, she was thinking about how it had felt before, when it did carry that risk, and she was imagining how it would feel if he were to do that again, knowing what it might lead to.

Their practice together had also helped her discover herself. She found that with concentration she could consciously manipulate her vaginal muscles around him, even bring him to climax that way. And bringing him to climax inside her always brought on her own climax too, more strongly than she'd ever managed to achieve it on her own.

"Ugh. I suppose I have to leave," he said, getting up and hurriedly dressing himself. Then he explained, "I'm in a play tonight."

"Oh," Annie said.

There was so much about each other that they'd never bothered to learn yet, they'd been so focused on this intimate, instinctual pleasure they shared. But she found herself curious about him, wanting to know him, this boy who might change her life.

"Can I come see it?"

"Of course you can. It's open to the public, and we sure do need to fill the seats," he said, and then realized how that might sound. "I'd love it if you did. It'll be at seven, I'll make sure they hold a ticket for you."

Then he left her there in his room, to get dressed at her leisure. It was a vulnerable gesture. She could go through his things, if she wanted, but felt like that'd be a bit wrong.

She got out her phone, and typed in a query that had been lingering in her mind for the entire past day, if not longer.

"Is it normal to get off on the possibility of getting pregnant?"

The erotica-powered AI responded, "Yes, many people--of all genders--derive sexual satisfaction from engaging in acts that carry a risk of pregnancy. This is completely natural. Breeders in particular find this type of sexual activity the most satisfying."

Annie didn't recognize the term "breeder". The word itself was pretty self-explanatory, but something inside her wasn't sure what to make of it in relation to herself.

There was a tension in her as she asked, "What's a breeder?"

"Breeders are people with a pregnancy kink. Their sexual gratification comes from reproduction. This is most commonly--but not exclusively--women who are built for breeding, characterized by wide hips, full breasts, and a strong abdominal core."

Annie went down the list. Wide, child-bearing hips, check. Large, milkable breasts, check. Strong vaginal muscles, check. Sexual gratification from getting knocked up... if she was being honest with herself, yes. Very much so.

Oh god, she thought. That's me exactly. I'm a breeder.

The realization thrilled her and daunted her. It told her she was destined to run the risk of pregnancy again, at some point. And she didn't know if it was something she'd ever "grow out of", or if this was a life sentence. Whether she'd go from one pregnancy to the next, for decades to come.

At the same time, she wondered if she'd be able to delay or balance that destiny with what she was already trying to with her college degree. Especially with her libido now fully awakened--she could hardly go a day without getting laid, and given the opportunity, her body would gladly take a man's load inside her multiple times a day.

After all the sacred magic they'd made together, it felt a little like sacrilege to bring herself pleasure alone, when she could feel her vagina still full of Isaac's semen--and on his bed. But she couldn't help herself.

The play was amazing. Poorly written, and some of the actors seemed to hardly know how to talk, let alone how to act. But watching Isaac play his role, she couldn't take her eyes off him. Every intentional movement of his body. It was a window into his passions that she hadn't even thought to seek out before, and it made her want to know him better, and find out what else there might be to him that she hadn't discovered yet.

Plus after the show, she got to meet his friends. He put his arm around her, kissed her in plain view, introduced her as his girlfriend without a second thought, as if there was nothing unusual in having a relationship with a chubby girl like her. She wasn't prepared for this, didn't see how she could possibly be prepared for this. And yet, she couldn't see any better way it could've gone. It almost felt unfair, how easy it seemed to be for him, to treat their relationship as an absolute, when all they'd ever done was have sex and toy with the possibility of pregnancy.

They went to bed together again that night, and it felt more affectionate this time. Less of a desperate mating dance, and more of the tender tease of two bodies that belonged together. It was time spent on a shared, pleasurable interest. When she had no outlet for her sexual energy, it seemed to come out of her in a rush; whereas now she felt like she could rely on him for that gratification.

Her period had started on Friday, and she knew that night was safe. By the time they awoke on Sunday morning, and made love again before getting up for breakfast, there was hardly any blood in the smear of shared fluids they showered off. But it had to still be safe... right? Annie thought about looking up an answer, but not while Isaac was around. And she wasn't sure what she wanted the answer to be.

They quickly fell into a constant rhythm. Annie was addicted to the feeling of his cock inside her, and the pleasure it brought her when she felt the rush of his climax into her. She wanted it multiple times a day, if she could have it, and his desire for her seemed to have no end. The naive girl she'd been a month ago would've found this unbelievable.

She knew that if part of her cycle was safe to indulge like this, another part of her cycle must not be, and there had to be a dividing line in their somewhere. And with every day that went by, she knew they had to be approaching that precipice. But she was still reluctant to look up when exactly that would be. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. Each day added to her worry, but also to her excitement. She kept circling back to what that AI told her about breeders, and how the description fit her so perfectly.

There were times when she intended to say something about it to Isaac. To tell him they needed to slow down and be more careful for a little while. But every time he got her blood running hot again, the words died in her throat, and all she could get out were wordless moans.

They spent most nights in Isaac's dorm room, so Annie hardly ever saw her roommate Camille anymore. And when they did fuck in Annie's room, she was careful to make sure Camille didn't barge in, and Annie carefully cleaned up afterwards. She remembered Camille's concern, at finding Annie splayed out and full of cum, and she didn't want Camille to worry.

About two weeks after the play, there came a day when Annie couldn't think straight. Even compared to what she'd become habituated to, her arousal was out of control. She stroked herself to a climax in the bathroom between classes, and it hardly helped. She knew what would help, but he wasn't available until later that night, and she was so desperate she found herself fantasizing about pulling Isaac out of rehearsal. Or finding somebody--anybody--to fill in.

When he came to her room that night, and leaned down to kiss her at her desk, she turned to him, kissing him back ferociously, with a greater need than she'd felt in the intervening weeks of having her needs reliably met.

"Oh my. Are these pregnancy hormones?" Isaac teased her.

They still played at this sometimes. Annie found that it turned her on when he talked like this, remembering what the AI told her about being a breeder. It meant that pregnancy was still on his mind too. He'd been open to the prospect of it before, and when he teased her like this, it meant he was still open to it. Something inside her recognized that as important right now.

She was pretty sure she wasn't pregnant yet, though. But how would she know, if she was? The thought made her soaking wet for him.

"I need you inside me," she found herself saying, to cut short anything else he might have in mind.

They'd coupled many times now, and she loved it when he ate her out, or when he slipped his fingers inside her, but she had a very specific craving at the moment. This brazenness would have been inconceivable to her just a month ago, when she hadn't been able to even recognize this need in herself, even if it had been building in her for a long time already, beneath the untouched surface.

She helped him strip down quickly, pushed him down onto her bed. He was already hardening as she straddled him. She was dressed for this moment, in just a loose t-shirt and skirt, but it was still a pleasant surprise for him when she mashed her crotch down onto his, and he felt the heat and moisture of her, bare against him. She slipped the t-shirt up and off, freeing her breasts to his gaze, his touch.

As she rocked against him, their reproductive organs found that perfect alignment of evolutionary design. He caught briefly on the cusp of her slipping once through her folds, and then with one more adjustment, she took him into her. They both sighed with the pleasure of it.

"Are you sure there isn't something different about you today?" Isaac teased, taking up the earlier thread of conversation.

Annie wasn't sure what to think, only sure about what she felt and what she wanted.

"What makes you think that?" she asked, flexing her core around him, making him exhale sharply with the pleasure of it. Their practice together had taught her about herself, made her more aware of the muscles inside herself, how to use them, and what gave him pleasure.

Feeling that he was under her command tonight, she dared herself to ask, "Sooner or later, it's not going to be safe to do this. What will you do then?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to, Annie," Isaac assured her.

"That's a cop out answer!" she complained, though she could sense how she was also making it difficult for him to concentrate. "Will you cum inside me, even if it means I could get pregnant?"

"I think we both already know the answer to that," he said.

She could feel the tension in his thighs, in his hips, his muscles straining to push up into her, desperate for something not far off now. Her skin was already tingling with pleasure and anticipation.

"What if it's tonight?" she asked, the unconscious question escaping her.

"Then maybe I'll be making a baby with you tonight," he said.

But it was still hard to read in his eyes. Was he serious about this? Or did he still think they were playing a game? They were about to find out together, momentarily, one way or another. She had a choice before her too, but she knew--and feared--what she wanted.

"Get me pregnant," she requested softly in his ear, unable to keep this desire inside herself.

Maybe they were still just playing around with the idea. Maybe this was still a safe time. Maybe they'd take a risk again, but they'd lucked out before. At the same time, she wondered how bad an idea it would really be, to let her true nature have this. To be the breeder she wanted to be, and see where it took her. Where it would take the two of them together.

She felt the words take hold in him, in the way his cock jolted inside of her, and she squeezed down on him, in an echo of her words, now determined to have his seed inside her as soon as possible.

As tightly conjoined as they already were, she felt him tense up, driving the tip of himself just a little deeper into her, all of him strength devoted to this reproductive act. She felt it press against something inside her that gave her a new, surprising, bittersweet sensation at the feeling of that contact. A frontier inside her that no one had ever crossed before, and now someone was about to. She had felt him swell up inside her plenty of times now, so she recognized the signs of his impending flood. If anything could get her pregnant, it was this. There was perhaps an entire second in which she recognized she could still pull away, and at least minimize the risk a bit, but there was no way of getting that message through to the muscles in her thighs and hips that were locked around him. She recognized that moment of opportunity as it passed, and let it go without a regret.

Then she felt the jet of his semen inside of her, his aim just right, and it set of a rainbow of colors in her vision, a riot of sensations that transcended the friction and warmth that typically got her off. She felt it down through her feet and up through her head. Her lungs forgot how to breathe, her consciousness no longer in control, just along for the ride, as the muscles of her abdomen contracted, her hips bucked, her orgasm taking control of her entirely.

By now, she was used to feeling him shoot his shot inside her, but this time, he delivered it again, and again. Each wave of his seed inside her brought another wave of pleasure to her brain and down through her core, her unconscious reaction wringing it out of him and demanding more, more, more.

"Oh my god," he gasped, in awe of her, when he could finally speak again. "I've never felt anything like that."

As much as she was looking forward to doing it all over again, the intensity of it had been taxing, and she noticed that even this teenage boy was emptied out and softening for the moment. She rolled off of him, but still felt a closeness, an intimacy, beyond what she'd felt with him before. Some part of her knew this moment was special, even if she didn't know exactly why.

Isaac got up to slip into the bathroom, and Annie got out her phone. Now she needed to know.

"Why am I so horny today? Am I pregnant?" she asked the AI, her fingers shaking, unsure about what she wanted the answer to be.

Its response came after a few seconds. "You are likely not yet pregnant. However, your chat history shows that you had your period two weeks ago, which means you are probably ovulating around this time. This is a special time for breeders like you, because this is when you're most fertile."

It made her confront the reality of what she'd just done, taking Isaac's semen deep inside herself at her most fertile time. Just like the breeder she was. Was there any denying that now?

Isaac returned to her bed, and she put her phone aside, turning towards him.

"I'm probably ovulating today," she said.

"Right," he said simply. Unsurprised. It made her wonder, did he know that already somehow? Did he know more about all this than she did? She didn't want to consider that.

"So what we just did... it might have actually gotten me pregnant," she said.

She thought they were both spent, but somehow he started to firm up against her again at this. It said more than words possibly could. He glanced down between them and blushed.

Annie knew that the right thing to do might be to stop now. Yes, they took a risk. But maybe if they avoided taking that risk again...

She blushed too. Her need for him was quickly reawakening.

"I know," he replied belatedly, distractedly. His hands were already tracing tantalizing curves on her skin. "Annie, I meant it when I--"

Unable to contain it, she interrupted, "Since that ship has already sailed, there's no harm in it if we--"

He silenced her with a kiss, saving her from finishing a statement that needed to be said, but that they both knew might be false.

Climbing atop her, he rested his crotch against hers as he kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, treating her body worshipfully. It made her tingle all over. She could get used to this, if she ever managed to really breathe again.

As his flesh pressed into hers, she glanced down, craning her head to see over the crest of her pudgy abdomen, as he disappeared inside her, inch by inch. Ever inch that disappeared, she felt in her core, reaching that much closer to its target.

She knew the seriousness of what they were doing now. Somewhere deep inside, she was ovulating, a fresh, fertile little egg ripe to be plucked. Vulnerable, and full of potential. This, along with the pleasure of what he was doing to her, made her tremble with excitement.

Her hands found his hips, his back, his ribs, the different angles and curves of his body, as he drove himself gently but powerfully into her, parting her flesh, digging deep into her, unearthing gems of shivers and moans buried in her.

She tried to meet his eye, but they both struggled to maintain that contact, against the distraction of their combined loins. But she didn't need to read his face or hear his voice to feel how pleasure was rising in him, threatening to break containment.

He slowed, trying to stave it off and savor this moment, but she did not, everything inside her still reacting to him with everything she knew how, and even reactions she didn't know how to command, as instinct guided the movement of her abs, and the musculature underneath.

This felt so natural, so right, how could it possibly be wrong? How could something so pure and concentrated corrupt her, and change her from the inside? She knew now that what they were doing could impregnate her. She knew that if she didn't want a baby in nine months' time, they needed to stop this, the sooner the better, but especially if they could stop before he filled her with his seed all over again. God, she could still feel it as he pushed it around inside of her, pushing his sperm cells deeper into her with every thrust. Together with her own juices, it was the medium between them.

But then again, there was also the new reality; Annie knew now that she was a breeder. The way her body exalted at receiving his seed was yet more proof of it. If Isaac didn't impregnate her this month, what then? Was it something she'd really be able to deny him--and more importantly, herself--for the years that she'd previously imagined herself being childless? That Annie--the one who imagined growing old without ever pushing a baby out of herself--seemed so naive to her now. So un-self-aware. And so unenlightened. She was happier now than that self-denial had ever made her, and she was willing to bet that, even if having a baby came with its own challenges, it would still be the happier future ahead of her.

So she welcomed Isaac's every thrust. She teased him with her every touch, coaxed him with her internal caress, begging him for his release.

"Are you sure about this?" he gasped.

Being sure might be an overstatement, but her need was undeniable. "Give it to me. Please!"

She wondered if there were doubts of his own in the question, but her answer must have convinced him. He pushed down on her hard, though her thick frame was built for it. She felt him swell inside her again--she loved that sensation, and what it forewarned--and then the deep, hot shot of him into her, as he grunted into her ear.

That feeling set her off, like a fuse to a bomb. Her pelvic muscles flexed hard, her hips bucking against his, her back arching up off the bed, her chest tight against his. A cry escaped her, her conscious mind unable to restrain it. What would her neighbors think, she wondered? Would they guess that this was the sound of a girl being impregnated? This was the last thought before her mind went blank with pleasure, her climax taking hold of her, her reproductive instincts overpowering her. She felt it as reward, reward, reward, as her body coaxed more and more out of him, and deep into her.

Afterwards, they laid together, hot and sticky but still needing closeness. Still not ready to seriously discuss what they'd done together, and what it meant for them. That could wait. They had the rest of their lives to sort that out.

Annie would love to feel that pleasure again, but her hurry, her urgency, had left her. She was exhausted, worn out. Her muscles--from her core to her limbs--pleasantly aching with the exertion, like she'd found a workout that suited her physique perfectly.

In the days that followed, she was unrestrained with Isaac. Time and again, they told themselves that there was no harm in it, because they were already taking a risk. But Annie knew, deep down, that each time was increasing the odds.

She no longer cared if Camille judged her or worried for her. They were just on different tracks in life. Different needs, different goals. Practically different species.

A couple weeks later, Annie's period didn't come on schedule. She didn't exactly mention it to Isaac, since it might not mean anything, but she suspected he knew anyway, in the way he teased her about pregnancy hormones. So when she couldn't bear not knowing, it was time to ask her AI assistant about the early signs of pregnancy.

She went down the list. Tender, engorged breasts, check. Widened hips, yes, she had noticed the waistband of her pants getting more snug. Increased appetite, yes, increased libido, also yes. No morning sickness so far; she wondered if that would come in time, or if a natural breeder like her wouldn't be affected that way.

She took a test to be sure. Going out to the pharmacy to buy one made it all feel more real for her than anything else had. She worried that the cashier would react. Would they be surprised, at a pudgy girl like her needing a test like that? Would they look at her with pity? But they didn't react at all.

In her dorm room's bathroom, she watched the result come up positive, and assessed how she felt about that. Everything would change, but she felt like it'd be for the better, even if the details were still very vague. This felt inevitable and right, and she was looking forward to where it would take her.