Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... her, maybe she had wanted me to push her into it all along, even if it meant a bet within a bet. It was too late for that now, but maybe if I just came up with an answer to all her objections, it wouldn’t matter. “For a while, probably, but you can always go back afterwards. If you really want to. I mean, I know you used to love it, but lately, it just seems like it hasn’t been the same.” I was guessing, but she shrugged, which told me I was right, so I continued, “Like you keep doing it because that’s what everyone expects, but it’s not as important to you anymore.” My psychic intuition at work again. I stood, and got close to her. “You know what’s important?” My hand touched her belly. “This. This little life growing inside of you. Long after you’ve forgotten dance class, you could still be his mommy.” She bit her lip, bent slightly at her knees and moaned, “I don’t know what to do!” I’d already told her, doing it again wasn’t likely to make the difference. “I still have to think about this, and I might be wrong anyway, maybe I’m not even pregnant.” “Sure, think,” I said. “Think about it as long as you want.” If she took nine months to make a decision, so much the better. “But in the meantime, you’re going to keep taking those vitamins I got you, right?” She nodded. “And just in case you’re not pregnant… I still have time to try again.” We had sex then, with her riding on top. If she was having a deep internal struggle about what we were doing, she didn’t seem to show ...

... it from the way she acted, she was the same passionate lover she’d always been, but with one difference… her breasts were more sensitive. Even kissing them lightly got more of a reaction than they used to, so I suckled on each of her nipples at some point. No milk for me, though… it was a little early for that. When her slave period was up and school resumed, Faith didn’t come to tell me she’d agreed to have my baby, but she didn’t come asking for an abortion, either. We continued to have sex, with no condom, but we didn’t speak about it, almost like what happened when she was a slave had been completely forgotten. Well, not completely… she continued to shave her pussy regularly. It was a few weeks before she broke the news, which she did by leaving a pregnancy test next to my computer. It was positive. I practically beamed, and then went to knock at her door. She told me to come in, but was looking more pensive than pleased, sitting on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest. “I just got the news,” I said, determined to be happy for both of us, and sat down beside her to put an arm around her, pulling her head into the space between my own and my shoulder. “Wow.” “I still haven’t decided what I’m going to do yet,” she said weakly. “I know,” I said. “But until you do, I’m going to pretend you’re deciding to keep it.” I kissed her forehead. “That makes me happiest.” I lay down beside her, and she fell into my chest and extended her legs, and we lay like that for a while, not ...