Page 53 of Forbidden Pregnancy
She smiles. “You’re not going to let a horse fling you ten feet into the air like my sister?”
“Not at all.”
I pay for VIP parking, which means a quick walk to the stadium entrance. I like sitting right behind home plate and Myra beams with excitement when she sees our seats.
“This is a great view,” she says. “My dad used to love these games. We went every weekend when I was a kid.”
“Do you still go?”
Myra gets quiet and shakes her head. “No. We don’t.”
It seems like a sensitive subject. I slip my hand in Myra’s and she allows me to hold her, sending excitement straight through my chest. This is working. I didn’t somehow screw up by sleeping with her first. I never wanted Myra to think that I was some type of asshole.
We take our seats and the game starts with the typical easygoing pace that makes baseball so appealing to watch – and gamble on. The chilled out nature of the game only makes betting more tense. I don’t have much on this game, but I have enough to raise my excitement, which has a contagious effect on Myra.
Shegetsbaseball. She’s a smart girl, so it’s not like I doubted her intelligence, I’m just stunned that she seems to be intelligent and knowledgeable about so many things. I pretty much only understand football, mob shit, and gambling on a couple other sports.
The first four innings are only moderately exciting, but after the sixth, everything picks up. I hold Myra’s hand throughout the entire game and for the first time in years, I don’t get too drunk to stand just because I’m watching sports. She cheers for the Buffalo team just as loudly as I do, and when I bring her ahot dog before the seventh inning, she leans over and kisses me before taking a bite.
Her lips are fucking delicious and that simple peck on the lips gets me fully hard – a condition that becomes my greatest challenge to hide while we finish the game. I’m desperate to get Myra into bed after this… but I want to be careful with this woman.
More importantly, I want to treat her like a queen. I’ve become obsessed with her the longer she teaches Cosima and fucking her last week against the guest house wall awakened all my desires for her. I’ve never been in love before, but I have a strange feeling about Myra… like I love her. Or Iwilllove her. I want to show her that tonight and it feels easy when she interlaces her fingers with mine.
And kisses me first.
It feels like nothing can knock us off this high. When the game ends, I’m giddy with excitement – and not just because Buffalo won 10-2. Pretty rare against Syracuse. The Salt Potatoes are way better than you would expect.
Myra reviews the final grand slam with an animated voice on our way back to the Maserati. Her body presses so close to mine and my brain lights up with the desire to get this woman into a bed – immediately.
A dark thought enters my head – I could make a series of mistakes and get her pregnant. I could force us to test out this relationship by committing first, worrying about the consequences later. Isn’t that how our ancestors did it? Wouldn’t it fulfill some deep, primal need to plant my seed inside of Myra tonight?
I’m the only man who ever touched her and if I gave her a baby… I could keep it that way. I assume I love her because she’sthe only woman who ever caused me to entertain such an insane series of thoughts.
Myra’s smile nearly makes me cum when she sits back in my car.
“Do I have to take you home tonight?”
She looks up at me slightly fearful, but with enough excitement that I feel encouraged.
“Where else would you take me?”
“A nice hotel. Where we could both relax.”
“I don’t have money for that. I’m in grad school and I’m just a tutor.”
“You will never have to pay for a thing in my presence.”
“Michael…”
“Don’t argue with me. I’ll take you to the Four Seasons.”
“Buffalo has one of those?”
“Yes. Do you consent?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes. I consent.”
“Perfect.”
