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Asher nodded, deep in thought.
“Alright. Yes. I was… well, I’ve been a little
worried. I may or may not have spent a few business hours looking up
details.”

The doctor laughed. “Of course. I
understand. Well, here are the consent forms. You don’t have to
sign them immediately. I’ll leave you two to discuss things. Just
hit this button when you’re ready to continue and I’ll be right
back.” She pointed to a red button under an intercom grill.
“I’m going to go do some paperwork in the mean time.”

She handed us the papers, gave me a reassuring smile,
and left us in the room alone, closing the door behind her.

“So,” I said.

“So,” Asher agreed.

“She can start in three days, she thinks.
She has to talk with my OB/GYN.”

Asher’s eyes widened. He looked so excited and I
didn’t know how to tell him that maybe I didn’t want to start in three
days. Maybe I needed more time, because…

“It’s up to you,” he said. “I
know three days is soon. I won’t rush you.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m
just…”

I was so nervous. Not just because of the doctor
or anything else. Everything, all combined, and then this, and that, and
I needed something, some assurance that I was doing the right thing, except who
could I ask? Everyone around me was biased, and my mother had seemed
somewhat indifferent. Not entirely indifferent, but she seemed excited,
too. Daytime television probably made the idea seem extravagant and
luxurious to her, and it did have some of that appeal to me, but the actuality
of it was scary. Shots and being pregnant, pain, and it wasn’t even my
child, and…

“Why three days?” he asked. I think he
sensed my anxiety.

I held the pamphlet out for him, opening it to the
page with the chart. “So I’m on birth control right now, but my
period will be in a few days. Too much information, maybe?
Sorry. But when that starts, I’d take these shots for, um, ten
days? It shows right there, those marks.” I pointed it out for
him.

“Alright, so then…” He scanned
through the chart along with me. “So two weeks for egg retrieval and
a few days after that for egg transplant. And another egg
transplant? Um, how many children are we having here?” He
laughed.

We, he said. We. I stared at him, charmed,
wrapped up in his excitement for children. I’d always thought about it,
myself. I liked the idea of it. Having children, a nice home, a
loving husband. A family. This wasn’t really that, not quite, but
the children part kept invading my fantasies. It was a part of it, and I
wanted Asher to be a part of it, too. When he included me into his
dreams, I felt a rush of giddy glee.

“Well,” I said. “It depends on
how many stick. I think they put a few in just in case, but probably only
one or two are going to mature.”

“So, twins maybe,” he said. “A
boy and a girl?”

“That would be nice. They wouldn’t really
be twins, though. Kind of, but not the same as natural twins. I
don’t really know how that works.”

“I guess we’ll find out if it
happens.” Asher grinned, then continued scanning through the
pamphlet. “Is this… what do they do?” he asked. “I
mean, I know what they do, but how does this work? Is there any
danger? Risks? Is it… I don’t want to ask you to do anything
that’s dangerous, Jessika. I know that couples do this often when
infertility is an issue, but that isn’t the kind of situation we’re in.
It’s unfair to ask you to do anything too risky.”

I smiled at him and put my hand on his arm.
“No, no. It’s… well, she said it’s painful, but besides that I
think it’s safe. It’s not a simple procedure, but they’re experienced,
and…”

My face burned red and I couldn’t believe I was about
to do what I was about to do. I’d thought of it, considered doing
something like this, but it was more a fantasy than anything else. Or was
it? No, I…

I shifted on the doctor’s table and shimmied my skirt
up until it was at the tops of my thighs by my waist. “They insert a
needle in here,” I said, patting the crotch of my pink panties.
“There’s a suction device on the other end and they just suck as many eggs
up as possible. There’s more to it than that, but that’s the general
idea.”

Asher looked at me hard, his face turning white.
He gulped. “Jessika, that’s… um…”

I smiled at him, serene, acting as if nothing was wrong.
I stayed the way I was, keeping myself revealed to him. “I imagine
it’s easier on your end. Sperm’s easier to get ahold of.”

He laughed a little, lightening up. “Yes, I
imagine so. Did I hear right before? You’re on birth control?”

I nodded. “Better safe than sorry,
right? I guess it worked out for this, too, so that’s good.”

He moved closer to me, putting a hand on my
thigh. “I was worried before. I kind of, when we, um.
You know? After the photography? I know the odds are low, but I was
worried maybe you’d get pregnant from that. I don’t know what I would’ve
told Beatrice then. I’m still a little worried.”

“You don’t have to be,” I said. I
reached for his cheek and rested my hand on his face, touching him. He
felt so warm and soft, with a hint of stubble. I caressed his cheek and
looked into his eyes. “I promise, it’s fine. I
understand. I can’t get pregnant right now, so there’s no need to
worry.”

“I know,” he said, leaning towards me.
“You’re so beautiful. Beatrice would never wear underwear like
that. That’s the wrong thing to say, isn’t it? I don’t know why I’m
saying it.”

“It’s alright,” I said. I felt so
strange right now, as if I were someone else entirely. Was I really doing
this? “I wore them for you.”

That did it. I don’t know what I expected, but
Asher satisfied every possible positive outcome I ever could have dreamed
of. He swooped in and kissed me, his mouth hard on mine. Fast and
urgent, he put one arm behind my back and held me up while his chest and lips
and face tried to push me backwards. I returned the kiss, needy and
wanting. I grabbed at his dress shirt and pulled him towards me, for all
the good it did; Asher was already pressed tight against me with no space
between us.

“I’d like to go over the procedure,” he
said, pausing our kiss and whispering into my lips.

“Are you my doctor?” I asked with a slight
smirk.

“It’s always good to get a second opinion.”

He kissed me again, his mouth opening and his tongue
joining mine. I closed my eyes and languished in it, in his aggression
and passion. Guided by pure impulse, I spread my legs when he squeezed my
thigh with his free hand. My lips adored him, couldn’t get enough of him,
and I felt like it was impossible to do anything but kiss and touch and tease
him. He kept me on the brink of passion, teasing me by pulling
away. Just a slight bit, but enough that I came forward and inched my way
back towards him. When I was sitting straight up he made his move.

His hand between my thighs crept closer and closer to
the center of my being. Caught off guard and heady with lust, I never
noticed it until he made it quite a bit more known. His fingers curled
underneath the frill and lace of my pink chiffon panties and tugged them away
from my arousal-slick sex. Teasing my slit, running a finger up and down
and between my lower lips, he pushed me over the edge. I went willingly,
ecstatically, gyrating my hips on the table and scooting towards the literal
edge of it.

“This is for—” he said in between frantic
kisses, “—medical purposes, of course.”

“Yes,” I said, more of an exhaled breath
than a word. “Yes, I know.” The door was closed, we were
in the room alone, and we had nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry
about for now, at least; consequences always came after the fact.

I grabbed at his belt and scrambled to unbuckle
it. While I did, Asher pushed one finger inside me, teasing at my inner
walls. He curled his finger, gently pulling, pressing against me. I
scrambled all the faster, finally getting his belt undone. Without a
moment of hesitation, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. Hidden
behind his boxers, his cock sprang to attention, the head just barely jutting
out from the slit in the front of his tented underwear.

“Please,” I said, practically begging.
“I need your second opinion.”

“Shh,” he said. “I’m the one in
charge here. I’ll tell you what you need.”

He moved away from me and pressed a finger against my
lips, the same finger that was just inside me. Acting on instinct,
desperately wanting him, I licked his finger and tasted myself on him. It
was sweet and sticky and a little strange but I liked it.

I think it surprised him to see me like that, so
debauched and sexual. It surprised me, too.

Asher grabbed his cock and weaved it through the slit
in the front of his boxers. So hard and hot and sexy, I wanted him so
badly. I watched him, stared at his erection, seeing what he might
do. Waddling towards the edge of the table, pants around his ankles, he
pulled my thighs further apart and held them against his hips. His cock
bounced up, the side touching against the front fabric of my panties, the head
pointing towards my navel.

He held my leg in one of his hands while his other
hand pulled aside my undergarment. With my glistening slit revealed, he
needed no further invitation. He looked at me with lust-filled eyes and
nodded. The idea, the situation, my head filled with scenes of
provocative allure. And then we made a scene of our own, something real
instead of fantasy.

With dainty fingers, I guided his cock to the entrance
of my slit. Asher was much less dainty in his actions and he pushed into
me. I gasped, shocked and delighted at his body’s sexual demands.
He thrust into me, a quick pound, and then pulled nearly all the way out.
I wanted more, him inside me always, and I pulled at his hips, pleading with
him with my eyes.

He gave me everything, all of him. This time
slower, tantalizing. He eased his cock inside of me half of the way and
then thrust in harshly the other half. I gasped again and grabbed his
sides, trying to hold him inside me. My pussy clenched against him,
squeezing, hoping to keep him there forever.

“This,” he said, his voice rugged, “is
a simpler procedure, and far less painful. In fact, most patients find it
quite enjoyable.”

“Yessss,” I hissed.

He pulled out of me and slammed back in, this time
making the table beneath me shake. My body quivered against his and I
nearly fell off the table, but he placed his hands under my ass and held me
up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my fingers into the fabric
of his shirt.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said,
thrusting hard into me. “I know that, but I can’t… I
don’t…”

Despite what he couldn’t or didn’t want to do, he kept
doing it very well. “Asher,” I whimpered.
“Please. I need you. You’re going to be a father. Show
me, please.”

He leaned down and touched his nose against mine,
looking me in the eyes. I looked up at him, breathing hard and heavy,
staring at him. He looked so intense, so demanding. He thrust into
me again and again, erratic and unstoppable.

It was fast and unromantic and sloppy, but that was a
huge part of the appeal to me. Two people, both needing each other so
badly that they couldn’t wait, still mostly fully clothed and fooling around on
the padded table in an in vitro facility. I wondered if anyone had ever
done this before as a sort of last ditch effort. Good luck, perhaps, a
different way of producing results. I would have liked that, too. A
miracle, or something like it.

“Please,” I begged him. “Cum
inside me. I want you to. Please, Asher.”

He scrunched up his face as if making a
decision. His thrusts slowed, becoming more elegant and pronounced.
His cock hit every wonderful part inside of me at this point, angled upwards
and sliding back and forth across the rugged flesh of my g-spot. I could
feel the beginnings of my orgasm, making themselves known and inquiring about
entry. Yes, of course, I thought to myself. Come right in.

“Jessika,” Asher said, his face twisted in
pleasure. “I can’t. The doctor. You need to,
after…”

“I don’t care, I don’t care,” I said,
hasty. “No, don’t, no.”

He thrust inside of me one last time, slamming me back
against the table. My climax crashed into me, sending me into a blissful
state of unawareness. My inner walls clutched against Asher’s cock,
urging him to stay, welcoming his seed in its natural state. In vitro
fertilization was good, but maybe we should practice with the real thing first,
right?

But, no. Asher remained in control of himself
and pulled out of me. I tried to stop him, held him tight with my hands,
but he managed to loosen my fingers enough to free himself. Just barely,
almost not enough, and as soon as his cock slipped free of my pussy his own
orgasm flared up. I looked down, captivated by his thick, bulging
erection trapped between my thighs. His cockhead seemed to strain against
itself, growing and flexing, and then he let loose a stream of cum. His
sticky seed splashed against my pink panties, leaving a line of white
goo. Then another, and one more, and a final, tiny amount that clung to
the head of his quivering cock.