There came another tentative knock. “I, uh…I’m sorry to bother you but…well, are you finished yet? It’s been about ten minutes.”

I folded a piece of toilet paper and wiped. The action gave me another small tremble. “Mmmmm, yes!” I said. “I’m done now.” I tried to focus on the pregnancy question again. “How long do we have to wait?” I pulled my clothes back on.

“About 15 minutes to be sure,” he said as I opened up the door.

Fifteen more minutes. The time ticked by in relative silence. We lay around on the floor paging absentmindedly through the books he had brought. Every once in awhile, I swore I could feel his eyes watching me. When I looked, though, he was reading to himself. I kept trying to imagine what he would look like naked. After awhile, I suggested that we might want to watch a video while we waited. “No, it’s been plenty of time. We have to know.”

I took a long, deep breath and climbed to my feet, holding onto the edge of the coffee table. I crossed my fingers, laughed nervously and walked into the bathroom with my eyes closed, knowing full well that the next few moments could change my entire life.

“Well?” asked Woody walking up to the open door.

“It…It’s negative,” I stated flatly. “ I am not…repeat, NOT pregnant!” My face lit up with joy and relief and my head immediately felt a hundred times lighter.

“Fantastic!”, he said as I laughed uncontrollably. He opened his arms and I gladly fell into them and we kind of jumped up and down in celebration of my dumb luck. I hugged him tightly. I could feel my breasts squeezed into his chest. We were so close I could smell him. His hands were snugly on my shoulders when I suddenly got that strange feeling again and pulled back suddenly. His face looked different somehow and he was just staring into my eyes, speaking volumes!

“Stop that!” I said forcefully. “Stop that right now!”

At first he said nothing. Then, after long seconds, he whispered, “No.” His hands slid down to my waist but would not let go. I broke eye contact. I was unsure what I should think or feel as he moved his face closer than it had ever been to mine. I felt a twinge between my legs.

I looked up and saw his lips part . “Oh, fuck,” I thought but it was too late. Woody’s lips latched intently onto mine in what had to be the single most passionate kiss I had ever felt in my entire life! An electric shock suddenly ran through my entire body. My thoughts started swimming in a million directions at once but with only one destination. There was no turning back.

Woody’s tongue never left my mouth as I literally tore open his shirt with buttons flying everywhere. Almost on their own, my hands began running themselves over his hairy chest, scratching all down to his waist with my fingernails before fumbling with his zipper.

I kept moaning and mumbling even though we pulled away from each other just long enough for him to pull my top off over my head leaving my boobs bouncing free for him to knead and squeeze.

As I finally got his pants off, I reached through the pee-hole in his green boxers and pulled out his thick, fleshy penis. It was already oozing out the tip so I spread the pre-cum on my hand and used it to pump him quickly and with a loud squishy sound. Meanwhile, I slipped out of my own jeans, too, and they ended up in a pile next to his on my carpet.

Woody dropped his head to my neck and began licking and nibbling like a starving vampire. My hair was in the way but he didn’t seem to mind as he kept at me like a madman, leaving marks that wouldn’t go away for days! My hand had made its way to my pussy by then, rubbing the hard little nub of my clit as fast as I could until he forcibly pulled my fingers away and began rubbing it for me as if he’d been doing it for years.

In the wonderful dizziness of the moment, I lost my balance and fell on the floor pulling Woody down with me. For just a moment, time seemed to stop and our eyes met again, this time not as friends but as lovers. “Are you sure?”, I asked in a breathless, shaky voice, almost afraid of the answer. His answer was to pull the crotch of my thong aside and, in a swift, single motion, fill me with that beautiful cock right up to his tight balls!

My eyes literally rolled back into my head and I let out a loud “Unhhh!” and wrapped my long legs around his back as he began plunging in and out of me with pure abandon. My hands drew blood as the nails scraped across his neck and shoulders. Every once in awhile, I allowed myself a moment to catch his eye and feel the fires he was feeling. The room smelled of a strong, sweet musk that I doubted would ever go away. “Oh, oh, oh!” I murmered every time he bore down on me. “Honey, wait! Do me…Ungh! Do me doggie-style, please! Oh, fuck me on my knees, honey!” He paused and pulled out long enough for me to get into position in front of him. As I climbed up, I admired the sheen of my pussy juice on his meat and knelt my head down just enough to give it a fast, tasty lick. Woody hadn’t said a word since this had started but now he was breathing hard and sweating. As I wiggled my tight little butt up at him, he slapped my left ass cheek unexpectedly and I was surprised that I liked it! “Ow! Do it again, you bastard!” He did, this time hitting my right cheek. “OW! Harder!” He spanked me on my rump a few more times, undoubtedly leaving it red and sore before finally plunging back into the wet stickiness between my legs. The moment he touched me I could feel that magical energy again and I knew that he could feel it, too. I began bucking my ass in earnest, balancing on one hand and rubbing my clit with the other.

He was grunting now in a way I never thought I’d hear him as he fucked me hard and fast on the floor of my own apartment. “Are you gonna come?” I asked. “Is my pussy squeezing you hard enough?” With that, Woody spanked my ass again, then ran his right hand through the wetness where he was screwing me, finally jamming not one but two fingers up my virgin ass! That was all she wrote as far as my body was concerned and I began convulsing in orgasm. “Ohhhhhhhhh, shit, fuck, yes!!! Oh, God! I’m coming!!!…I…I….ungh! FUCK! Awwwwwwww….Mmmmmmmm…”

Apparently, this set him off, too, as his eyes suddenly squinted tight and he let out a loud grunting moan like some sort of animal. In the back of my mind, I expected him to pull out and shoot his cum across the tattoo on my back but instead he pushed as deep as he could go into my vagina, releasing three or four welcome, hot spurts of cream that made my insides glow with their heat! I collapsed flat onto the carpet and Woody, his prick still nestled tightly between my thighs, lay on top of me. After long moments of just listening to each other start to breathe normally again, he rolled off of me and we looked at each other in a brand new light.

“Well, hi, there, stud.” I said finally.

“Hello, sweetheart. I guess…where do we go from here?”

“Well, right off the top of my head, I’d say we give it a couple weeks and then YOU are gonna buy me yet another pregnancy test! Dumbass!”

“Sorry…I…”

“Oh, don’t apologize, hon. That was hot! In fact, we may just have to buy stock in pregnancy tests ‘cause I am never going to be able to go back to looking at you as ‘just a friend’ now that I know what you can do to me with that thing.” Woody leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. I licked just a bit with the tip of my tongue. There was a sweet taste there that I’d never felt with any other man I’d kissed. I thought about everything that had just happened and I could feel his cum leaking out between my legs. I reached down and got some on my finger, then licked it off. “You know,” I laughed, “No matter how much I might like things to be uneventful occasionally, I guess I continue to lead a most interesting life.”