His socks were on and his underwear off. The contrast of sliding his bare leg and concealed foot along the black satin sheets, fresh out of the dryer, did nothing to sufficiently distract him from the sound of running water in his bathroom. The faucets became mute, prompting him to conceal his genital nudity with the comforter. He hadn't another moment to surmise his peculiar situation before the bathroom door opened and he was captured into a mutual gaze.

She smirked, "So? Did I wrap it all up in a nice little bow?" She offered a gentle flaunting of her chest and rear.

He nodded curtly. The woman checked her person yet again, analyzing the corset strings tracing her torso. Her clip-on socks were symmetrical, tidy. It had a black base along with the trim of her favorite color, which added to her confidence. The effort she put into her appearance outweighed her insecurity over his lack of a reaction, so she proceeded onto the bed and straddled his hips over the blanket.  

"Work with me at least a little, alright? Please do believe me when I say that I know I'm not the prettiest girl that's been interested in you-"

"Stop right there," he cut her off while also cupping her wrist and preventing her from exposing him, "You're the only girl who, you know, instead of wanting to fuck or actually try for something with me, asked me to be your sperm bank."

A quiet sigh replied to his confession. Discouraged, she lifted off of him and laid next to him, still maintaining his personal space. She wondered if, considering the thick discomfort of attempting conception in his own home, would a try at hers be much worse? She decided that it didn't matter one way or another because neither versions of her were not getting laid, nor getting a baby. 

"Can you blame me? Even with the bio's, I still won't know the fathers if I go to a clinic, and in-vitro is expensive!"

"If you can't spare that expense, then you clearly aren't in a parental mindset."

"You know that it's not always successful."

"Neither's the old-fashioned way," he distanced himself a bit farther from her, "but that's not enough to break your spirits, is it?"

"Why should I spend anywhere between a small and large fortune on a chance when I can do the same for free, and with someone I know very well and trust?"

Levi pouted at that point in time as her logic hadn't been completely flawed, even if it was half-baked, in his opinion. In the many years the young adults knew one another, an absence of deceit and disloyalty was greatly appreciated and maintained in their relationship. She hadn't passed an ounce of judgement on his dark misdeeds as a younger man, and he offered her a stability in his presence. Their exchanges remained platonic from the moment of acquaintanceship. Therefore, the brusque man was justified in his flustered behavior proceeding his ostensible agreement with her.

"Hey, if you really don't want to do it, I'm not going to make you. I didn't expect it in the first place."

"I don't understand. You never talked about having kids before. Now just because of that incident you're suddenly in a hurry to beat the clock."

She looked away, wishing not to face his accuracy, "Well, it made me realize something I didn't know I wanted. I was never really against having kids, I just never made it my main focus because, obviously, working, getting essentials down, and a pitiful attempt at a social life took priority for my twenties. The doctor telling you your own ovaries are trying to kill you just after your thirtieth birthday makes you reconsider. I've been thinking this through a lot, and I think it'll work out just fine. I really want this."

He knew his closest friend wasn't an idiot. In fact, he would argue that she was smarter than himself. He wondered if she had any money aside; if she was planning to move into a house; if she would allow it to actually watch the modern cartoons aimed at its respective age demographics. Though the both of them were lying scantily clothed in his bed, there was no real action either could take to procreate. The young man reached for the unmarked one-inch binder resting on his nightstand. He then put on his reading glasses.

"Alright," he opened the binder, "brief me on your terms again?"

"First are my medical records and a recent check-up confirming I'm clean. One contract says that if you sign, you agree to attempt natural conception with me for three months, and the other relinquishes parental rights and responsibilities so that you don't have to get roped into anything. Just sign, and we... get to work."

He clicked the pen that had been in the binder and signed away at the papers. He had no distrust in her summary of the bind, but he still found security in reading the specifications. That being said, he took time between the multitude of signatures. He finally ceased writing, placed the documents aside, and faced his friend.

"______, are you sure you're really on board with this?"

"Dammit, Levi, yes! I spent, and I counted, over six hours convincing you to do this, and I just got your legal consent! I'm on board!"

"Technically, it's not legal until it's notarized," he smirked, earning a smack to the arm.

She laid more gently onto her side, softly smiling at him. He remained propped up while she nudged her way toward him. No longer could he inch away as a counter on account of him being near the edge of the mattress. Before she breached his intimacy she stalled and began to giggle. She buried her face between pillows in a futile attempt to hide her shame and blush.

"What?"

She raised herself on her elbows, leaning into him, "It's just that you've been such a good friend to me for so long and now you're about to enter me," she laughed aloud for a moment, "And it's for something sweet. I don't know, I just think it's really beautiful, and I'm really grateful I have someone as wonderful as you to help me with this."

Much like her previous juvenile behavior, her kiss was innocent and sweet. It started off a basic, gentle push on his lips, and it was enough to get him to respond in a similar manner. At best, the integration of the tongue was modest, as the muscles ventured about halfway through with savored clashing. It did not take long for her attraction to him to spark. Noting his lack of space, she moved over until they were centered on the bed. She straddled him once again; this time, he reacted to it by grasping her waist. 

"Oh," she offered a sultry side glance, "I see why you pushed me away. I guess I did wrap it up nicely, after all."

"Shut up," he rubbed her hips.

"Romantic," her smile melted into their continued kissing. Their foreplay proved to be rather basic in the eye of the average sexually active individual. Stroking each other's bodies while exchanging kisses aroused them sufficiently, but they did fondle each other initially. She slowly worked his shaft as encouragement while he undressed her from her corset and underwear. 

"Don't wear this next time," he complained, working the individual clasps and ties.

He managed to discard of her garment and sustain their mutual excitement. The muscular man began to trail toward her womanhood, but his trek was disrupted by dissent.

"Just fuck me," she slightly panted.

Needing no more direction, he attacked her neck as he stroked himself along her moistened slit. He teased her further by rubbing inside her labia. Her legs and arms wrapped around him. His hand guided his member toward her entrance. When he had proper leverage, he brought his hands to her head and cradled her as he pushed forward. 

He hadn't entered her all at once. His thrusts eased his cock inside until he could meet her groin to groin. Every few strokes, he could hear her sigh or moan discretely. If he picked up the pace the story would change, but he considered agitating her into intense sensitivity. With that in mind, he continued his languid motions, kissing and nipping at her neck. 

"Not that I have much to compare to at all," she moaned again, "but you must have had a lot of practice to be this good."

"I'm not a whore," he stated.

The swiveling of his hips allowed him to stimulate her clitoris repeatedly. His own lust influenced his decision to move faster, much to her gratitude. There would be no necessity in describing any more carnal activity, as the actions mentioned were more than enough to satisfy their awakened needs. When he felt his climax approaching, he scooped her up into his arm, pressing her against his body as he supported them with his other hand. 

"______, I think I'm gonna- Oh, Oh!"

He was caught off guard by her sudden and intense orgasm practically clamping onto him like a vice. At best, it took only a few moments for him to follow her. They stilled briefly, collecting their breaths and their thoughts. The haze was potent and happily disorientating. Levi started pulling back.

"Wait, stay inside me, just a little longer."

"Why? My seed isn't going anywhere. You're due for a refill tomorrow."

They separated. The glow of sweat on her skin inspired her to leave him and shower. He promptly pulled the top sheet from the bed, glad that he had the presence of mind to use an older sheet as the top layer. When his sleeping quarters were suitable once again, he laid down, replaying the recent activity in his mind. 

It was the best sex he had in his entire life. By the most liberal of elements, he could count on both hands the partners he had intercourse with and none even came close to what he had just experienced. The situation would have been ideal if he could isolate the single factor that made it so extraordinary. He became so lost in his thoughts he barely noticed her reenter the room wearing but a towel.

"Well, I guess I'll head home now. I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

"I don't see why..." His voice trailed off.

"Don't see what?"

"Since I'm going to inseminate you again tomorrow, you might as well spend the night."

"You sure?"

He nodded. He had full intention to state that she was welcome to sleep in the adjacent guest bedroom, but she took it upon herself to crawl up next to him in his bed.

"Hey, I know what the contract said, but I'm feeling sexy clingy cuddles right now. Can we?"

"Why not? You already used my hot water and half of the bed, you might as well help yourself to the whisky on my dresser."

"Na-ah, no booze for me. I have to be as healthy as I can be."

"If that's the case, you had better stop neglecting your mental health."

He couldn't believe how close he had come to being forced to sleep on the couch in his own house. 

The contract had outlined that he was obligated to copulate with her at least once a day. Even with the legal minimum requirement clearly stated, somehow, the reserved man already ended up going above and beyond his criteria. That very night they had sex again, falling asleep immediately after.

She awoke in the bed alone. Traveling to the kitchen, she found Levi efficiently working at the stove. 

"Morning," she yawned, grabbing a mug.

"Sleep well?" 

"Like I was in a coma. You?"

He slept through the whole night; "Shitty, like usual, but fine. Sit, food's done."

He fixed their plates on the counter, then set them at the table. The menu boasted eggs, whole wheat bread, fruit salad and sausages. 

"You didn't have to feed me, thanks," she dove right in, knowing of his proficiency in cooking.

"If you want a baby then you have to get healthy. Get in the habit now and your pregnancy should go well."

She talked with her mouth full, "Look who does his research."

"Thanks, the source is common sense."

After eating, she collected the dishes and cookware. She took it upon herself to wash them for her host. By her third dish, Levi was standing beside her, ready to interject on her erroneous cleaning. He was surprised to find that she washed them to his exact specifications. At least the kid wouldn't live in squalor, he thought.

He placed the dishes and cookware into their respective cupboards. When he turned around, he found her lewdly spread on the table.

"We gotta clean the table too. Might as well get it dirtier first."

Had the blood flow been circulating around his brain, he would have comprehended that he was having rough sex on his own kitchen table. He was certain that the legs were scratching the floor with the constant gyrating, though he could not bring himself to think about it for long. His mind was busy parting the pink sea. 

They had sex in his bed at least once every day. Levi nearly drove himself mad trying to stay on top of laundering the layer sheet for their nefarious seductive activities. Even if he discharged every load into the designated area, the overflow was an unfortunately common occurrence.   

"Levi!" He groaned, sinking into the mattress.

"Levi, it's try time." She said from the archway.

"We tried two hours ago, quitting's not just for drinking and smoking."

"You can keep watching your show, just work with me."

Now, he could say that he had an orgasm while he watched the best cover-up on "Tattoo Nightmares".

They had sex so much that he reached a physical roadblock he hadn't had to deal with since he was a teenager discovering his body for the first time. She was oblivious to his dilemma. 

"Come on, we haven't even done it today," she fondled his dick under his pants as they watched television in the living room. 

"______, no. We're taking a break."

"There's no breaks! Why do you need one?"

"You want it so badly? Here!"

He pulled his member out, letting her see the impediment he was facing.

"That's my doing?"

"Well, you massage a back often, that back feels good. Rub it every second of the day and scabs will fucking happen. Give it a rest, miss me a little."

"You're right, I'm sorry," She rose, grabbing her purse and her jacket, "It's late, I'm gonna  go home. I barely remember what it looks like. Thank you, Levi."

"Hey," he grabbed her arm as he sat, "You can sleepover..." He trailed off.

"Awe, you sound like such a teenager, 'Sleepover', that's adorable."

"Shut up," he groaned as she nestled into his side.

She left in the morning and returned to his house late into the evening. Having her own key, she let herself in, and she settled as per usual protocol. She called for her friend, looking about for him. At the top of the stairs, she said his name again before wandering the hall. Her search ended abruptly when he groped her groin from behind and kissed her neck via his modus operandi.

"Wow, you're getting artsy with this anymore. I like it."

Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom. He pounced on her body after she landed on the mattress. He seemed a bit earnest that evening, for he wasted no time in undressing her. Their fluency in each other's bodies allowed him to remove her clothing in under a minute. He claimed her mouth before trailing down her body.

"Levi..." she moaned, for he attacked her nether regions.

"Levi, I gotta tell you something- Wow! That's new!" She melted, sloppily smiling as his tongue worked in ways it hadn't before.

He returned to her face. 

"Ready?"

"I suppose- umph!"

His relax day went further than he expected it to. Sure, the clockwork coitus became a laborious chore, but the sudden cut-off from it proved to him how much he came to rather enjoy his contractional obligation.

"Levi, I need to tell you something," she moaned, already close to her release.

"I know, we'll try again after dinner," he grunted, edging his oncoming ejaculation.

"It's not that, it's about..." 

She found herself temporarily subdued by the intense pleasure of her finish. He followed shortly, raising her hips upward a bit. They sighed, content.

"What did you want to tell me?" He asked, pushing forward before pulling out.

"Oh, wow! I get to talk!"

He glared at her.

".... We did it, Levi! I'm pregnant!"

"Don't be so sure yet, I just sent out the platoon."

She could only stare blankly at him until the quick realization hit him. He could not help but smile at their long-awaited victory. She poured her heart's gratitude all over him. 

"It's nothing, I'm glad to help. How far along are you?"

"Almost three months. The doctor said I'm due for late December."

"Fuck! How is that possible?"

"Well, not to inflate your ego, but it looks like you might have got me on your first try. Way to go, stud."

They cleaned up, and afterward, Levi invited her to a dinner with him that evening to celebrate the good news. She had the tempting urge to spill to all of her friends and family of her condition, but she thought to wait to announce it. After all, eating filet mignon with a handsome young man in the city's most exclusive restaurant was plenty of a distraction. She had to wonder what he had pulled in order to be seated without a reservation, also being in a window seat. At the dinner, he could not help but stare at the tiny pouch on her abdomen whenever her side glances permitted him to do so.