Page 17 of Milk & Cookie

“Why does that matter?” she asks.

Heat creeps up my neck, and I stare down at the dregs of my tea. “I’m… asking for a friend. He thinks you’re incredible, and he wants to have lots of sex and babies with you, but he’s not interested in only being a sperm donor. He’s done that before, to help his friends, but what he really wants is to be involved. He wants a family with a woman who loves him and kids who love having him around. He needs to be wanted. He doesn’t want to be a means to an end.”

“This friend of yours have a name?” she teases. “He sounds cute.”

I give her a hard look. “Did you want the sex, or was it just a process you endured for the purpose of creation?”

She rolls her eyes. “Both,” she says. “It was necessary, but I wanted it. Paul was my first ever. I was an adult, a virgin, and curious. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t ideal. I was always on top, and it was nice, but it didn’t feel special, and it didn’t get any better with practice. I was glad to be pregnant within a couple of months, and that’s all I’m going to say about it.”

I nod. It’s about what I expected. That case is closed. “And Clyde? Dale?”

“It was okay. I mean, I’m not their type, so it was never going to be a romantic sort of threesome. Basically, I was a hole, and they made each other come to fill it. I didn’t hate it, and there were parts I rather enjoyed. The love they had for each other gave me a sense of what it meant to want to pleasure someone with the act, and that was new to me.

“It made it better, that they were so into each other. It kind of spilled over enough for me to feel some of their love — the best time was when Dale fucked Clyde while his dick was inside me. It was probably the most fun I had during any of my conception attempts. I was pregnant within the first month of trying for each child. I’m pretty fertile, I think.” She runs her tongue over her teeth. “Do you think your friend will be satisfied with this knowledge?”

I nod. “He appreciates your generous and candid responses, but he has a follow-up question.”

She sighs. “Which is?”

“Did any of them make you come?”

She avoids my gaze and shifts in her chair. “No.”

I drop my voice at least three levels, until it’s basically only husk and gravel. “Can I?”

She returns her focus to me in an instant. “Yes, please.”

7

FRED

He’s so big.

It’d take a lot to stop him from doing anything he wants to do, but if it’s my pleasure he’s intent on, then I’m here for it.

I set my cup on the table and look him over. “What do I do first?”

He blinks at me rapidly a few times, and then, slowly rises to his feet and adjusts the extremely large bulge in his jeans. “Give me a minute to compose myself. I don’t want to rush this.” He collects our cups and takes them to the bakery.

I follow him but pause in the doorway and watch him place them in the sink. “We should stay in the break room for…”

“Agreed.” He grips the sink a moment, and then runs the water and splashes some on his face.

I glance at the timer on the big oven. “How long do you think it will take? Should we wait for the bread to come out? I can’t afford to burn it.”

Vince walks over, watches the timer change from nine minutes to only eight, and then faces me. “How attracted are you to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“The more you like me, the easier you’ll come for me.” He picks me up as if I weigh nothing, swivels until we’re inside the break-room door, and presses me to the wall, parting my legs with his bulk. Mindful of my full breasts, he pins me with a secure pressure between my thighs that lights up my body with a new energy and excitement. “If you like me anywhere near as much as I like you, we’ve got plenty of time.”

I stare at him, my heart racing in surprise and wonder, as each breath catches in my chest.

He smiles, leans in, and inhales deeply, before grazing his beard up my neck and whispering in my ear, “You smell like fucking cookies, and I’m the Cookie Monster.”

I shiver inside my skin until the tremors grow too strong and shake loose.

He rumbles in my ear, and my body shudders against his, as a wicked thrill runs down my spine and the trembling in my legs intensifies. I clamp my thighs around him, to contain it, but it’s hard. He’s so big, I’m spread too wide to really squeeze him, and I end up rubbing my crotch against his firm, muscled abdomen.

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