Pregnancy Payback (closed)

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"Saul? This is Allison Walters. Last name was Jones back when we met. Do you remember me from UM?"

It took a moment for Saul to remember back that far. He'd been nearly 30, so nearly 7 years ago. Then he dredged up her face from memory. "Oh, Allison! Now I remember. You took a couple of the undergraduate biology courses I was TA for back in my grad school days."

Allison warmly confirmed this to be the case. "Yes, I can still remember those horrible finals! I never would have made it without all the tutoring sessions you gave me!"

Saul definitely remembered her now. Allison had been a slender, beautiful coed with unbelievably long legs. He'd had a bit of a crush on her, but then he'd had a crush on half the female population on campus back then. Never much of a ladies man, Saul had spent most of those years admiring from afar, his libido well-stoked and permanently unsatisfied.

"Are you still doing the triathlons?" he inquired. He remembered that despite her lovely features, Allison had an almost boyish body due to a stringent exercise regimen that left her incredibly lean. Saul personally preferred more flesh on a woman's frame, but Allison had always been nice to him and her gorgeous smile in the midst of her tan skin was still memorable."

"No," she sighed. "I blew out my knee a couple years back. Surgery fixed most of it, but the doctors told me I had to give up competitions. The stress of training at that level is just too much if I don't want to risk developing a permanent limp. So I still keep in shape, but nowhere near like I used to. " Allison sighed again, then laughed sadly. "Still, it's not a total loss. Now that I'm no longer training like crazy, I've actually developed a figure. Doctors think I trained so hard for so long that I delayed part of my adolescent development, so now it's all catching up to me. I actually look like a woman right now instead of a really tall 12-year-old."

Saul felt a twitch at the thought of Allison having some modest curves to go with that pretty face. But his libidinous fantasy would have to remain such. She'd changed her name, so that meant.... "So Walters is it?"

"Yes," she replied. "Married Mark about 3 years ago. Regional manager at a plastics manufacturer." She paused. "Sorry, it's just that thinking about him is hard these days. Things between us changed after the accident with my knee. Like I said, I don't look the same since I've put on some weight and...well... Mark just doesn't find me as attractive as he used to." Allison paused again, then mumbled tearily, "I think he might be cheating on me."

Saul didn't know how to react. This woman he barely knew was confiding some very personal details. Fortunately Allison saved him from trying to awkwardly respond. "Sorry, I shouldn't be dumping this on you. It's just hard sometimes, you know? Sorry, just forget I mentioned it. Tell me about yourself. You ever get married?"

Now it was Saul's turn to sigh wistfully. "Yeah, but we're divorced now. Three years. So yeah, I know what it's like when things get tough. It's hard to go through. Definitely hard." Saul didn't go into detail. He hated talking about his marriage. Teresa had definitely been cheating on him, but telling people that always made Saul feel unmanly. He expected they all secretly thought she'd ditched him for some hot young stud. Of course, the reality was something completely different, but no one would believe it if he told the true story.

Fortunately Allison didn't press for more. "Oh, sorry to hear. Guess we're both had some hard times. Still, I heard your business is doing well. Your own genetics lab, right?"

Saul breathed a sigh of relief. His love life was a nonexistent shambles, but he was professionally successful. He smiled as he launched into a brief overview of his lab and its burgeoning performance.

"Congratulations!" Allison responded. "That's actually a bit why I called. I saw the blurb about you in the alumni newsletter last year and then remembered it when this situation came up. It's actually for my friend, Janice.I used to babysit for her when I was in high school and she was still a preteen. Of course, she's all grown up now. We became friends when she moved to the city a while back."

"Anywise, she got married about 2 years ago. Nice guy, well-off, but he's a good 25 years older. Personally I think she was looking for a bit of a father figure after she got out of college, but what do I know? At any rate, things went well at first and she had a fun time with him, but now she's looking for something more."

Allison paused and Saul got the definite sense that she was being very selective about what she was disclosing. "Anywise, Janice wants to have a baby, but that's a problem. First, he's not really into the idea of having a toddler in his sixties, but secondly, he thinks he might be sterile because of a disease he got as a kid. But if Janice used a sperm donor, he'd accuse her of infidelity and divorce her in a heartbeat. Janice signed an ironclad prenup, so she'd get almost nothing if that happened. So she needs to show that the child is his." Allison paused, then said, "So do you think you could help?"

Saul was confused. Allison was hinting at something, but clearly was holding something back. "Well, I could test Janice's husband's sperm to see if he is indeed sterile, but I think they should probably consult a fertility specialist, not me," he offered.

"No, that's not the kind of help she's look for," replied Allison crypticly. She paused, started to speak, then stopped. Finally she said, "Look, this is probably not something to discuss over the phone. How about Janice and I meet you for drinks tomorrow night?"

Saul definitely felt something was off, but his curiosity got the best of him. Besides, it's not like his social calendar had anything else scheduled. He agreed and picked a time and place to meet the following evening.

 

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Allison and Janice waited for Saul at the entrance to Jonesy´s, a small but nice pub frequented by people of all ages. It had a nice, clean atmosphere with green velvet, black marble and genuine wood, and you could find a small group of teenagers having their first beers, a couple sharing a large ice-cream cup, and some middle-aged family members having chips and drinks before probably going out and catching a movie, or going to a party of some kind. The two young women had defied the norm on meetings by arriving early so they could pick a discrete corner booth where they could talk with Saul without being overheard. That they achieved, but nowhere they went could be a discrete place as long as the two were in it.

Allison was the first of the two friends that people usually noticed because she had the `beautiful and classy woman´ look nailed down. She was roughly twenty-eight years old, and had taken good care of herself. Her skin was fair, but it was her hair that took people´s breath away. It was a long, black, glossy mane that waved over her shoulders. Abundant, healthy, and perfectly maintained. It framed her deep, dark eyes, and made her award-winning smile all that more impressive. She was almost six feet tall, and wore a white tube dress without shoulder straps under a black coat, matched by her heeled shoes. None of these hid her figure. She was slender, with a nice hour-glass figure made to stand out thanks to her large breasts, easily a D cup.

Allison did not wear much make-up, spend a fortune on clothes or do lots of exercise. It was her unconscious ability to find the perfect balance in all these details that really made her stand out. Even without luxury clothes or ostentatious jewelry, she could have beat most females invited to gatherings such as the Oscar awards.

Sitting in front of her, at the other side of the small green table in the booth, was Janice. The girl was every bit as striking as Allison, but for different reasons. While Allison was tall, dressed in a classy manner and fairly humble in her attire, Janice was short and ostentatious.

She was twenty-two, and the very image of vibrant youth. She was a redhead, with a long and wild mane reaching her butt and spilling down her front a past her neck in the shape of two bangs. Her hair was not healthy like Allison´s, it was healthy like a wild carnivore that devoured everything in its path. Her skin was lightly tanned, that of someone who obviously spent a lot of time outdoors, and her facial features were slightly thinner than her friend´s. Despite all the exercise she must do, which toned her legs nicely and gave her an enviable figure, with a flat stomach and a firm back, her womanhood was also very obvious. Her hips were well rounded and strong, and her breasts were a perky F cup that she made sure to keep that way with a very well fitted bra. Her clothes showed off a bit too much: a dress formed by a sky-blue miniskirt and matching short jacket on top of a white blouse. They revealed her flat stomach openly and shamelessly, and were tight enough to let anyone get a good idea of what her hips were like underneath. Her jacket´s sleeves were slightly rolled up, too, drawing attention to her delicate wrists and slender fingers.

Like Allison, she wore a black coat on top of all that, but with the pub´s heating on, she had taken it off and left it crumpled on the seat at her side. Crossing her long legs, she tapped on the floor with her feet. Her shoes were black needle heels, as it to boast of their owner´s body balance control when walking. And Janice certainly knew people noticed that. With a mischievous smile, she turned her green eyes this way and that, noticing the glances she got from the male patrons when they heard the tapping, and couldn´t help staring at her legs.

While Allison was the very image of class and self-control, the kind of woman any girl worried about style and elegance hoped to become, Janice was an exotic flower that bloomed colourfully, but had hidden dangers to the unexperienced, both characteristics that attracted men equally.

And both women were conscious of the other´s merits.

And flaws.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Allison asked Janice. "I doubt Saul would call the police, but that aside..."

"We won´t be young forever, Allison. And as we grow old, the worse the chances become." Janice pointed out, making circles in the air with her index finger to emphasize her words. "You should go for this too."

"Me? Well, I have considered it, you know I don´t love my husband like I used to. In fact... I kind of hate him now."

"Yes, I know. You are quite justified in cheating on him." Janice´s finger moved down to the edge of her Coke glass, where it played with the rests of her saliva and the thawed water, spreading it all along the length of the glass´ lip. "And if we both told Saul we wanted his help..."

"The both of us...?" Allison looked down at the table, her eyes descending upon it as her mind started sliding deeply into that idea. What man would reject the offer to have sex with Allison and Janice, free of charge, free of responsibilities, in exchange for a few paperwork changes that he could perfectly arrange? As she looked up at Janice, she knew the answer. No, the man standing at the other end of the pub, way past Janice, would not be able to reject that offer.

"That´s him." Allison, waved at Saul gently, having recognized him easily.

 

[saedo]

Saul entered the pub and brushed a few beaded water droplets off my shoulders. The grey clouds above suggested a serious rain lay in store, but thusfar had offered only intermittent drizzle.

He took a quick scan of the place, looking for Allison. I hadn't seen her in years, but I had a hunch what to expect. She'd made passing mention of how she'd put on a few pounds since she dropped her athletic career and hinted that things weren't going well with her husband. Saul had read enough personal ads to read between the lines: Allison had gotten fat. If her husband was giving her the cold shoulder, then this was probably more than a bit of a muffin top wearing her tight jeans; Allison must really have ballooned up. Women usually packed it on the hips and thighs, so Saul looked around for a large, heavy-set woman at the tables.

Saul didn't spot any likely candidates initially, so he figured he must be the first to arrive. As he prepared to take up station near the door to wait, he realized a tall, dark-haired woman was waving in his general direction. Even from across the room, a glance told him she had a svelte figure with delicious curves. He looked behind him to see what lucky bastard entering behind him who would be spending the evening with this lovely creature.

Except there was no one behind him. Even more strangely, the woman was still waving at him when he turned his head back. Odder still, when his eyes made contact with hers, she smiled warmly and beckoned him to approach.

Only now did realization dawn on him: this was Allison. Saul mechanically approached her table, his mind only dimly aware of his surroundings as his mind struggled to reconcile his expectations with reality. Allison was certainly not the ultra-lean athlete from before, but she was far from the obese, thunder thighs he'd imagined. True, she'd put on some weight down south, but her previously boyish hips now flared into pleasant curves.

More impressive was her upper half. The Allison he tutored in college had barely a need for a bra. Her tiny breasts had been little more than a pair of mosquito bites. This Allison had apparently gained most of her weight in her chest; the large globes hovering there seemed almost inconceivable given the flat desolation of half a decade ago.

Saul couldn't recall the last time such a beautiful a woman had smiled at him. The sensation was quite pleasant. And arousing. Saul felt his groin warm as blood began to pool there.

Saul immediately marshaled his will to tame his burgeoning libido. Fortunately, he'd put considerable practice into mastering this skill. An embarrassing incident as a freshman when he'd been fantasizing about a cheerleader's tight sweater just before being summoned in front of the entire class to work a calculus problem on the chalkboard remained a vivid high school memory. Not wanting to repeat the "woody incident", he'd developed some limited control over his sexual arousal, a skill that had become increasingly beneficial as his size had increased over the years. He couldn't magic away an erection once it got up a full head of steam, but the amount of blood needed to reach that point gave him a decent window to head things off before he reached that point of no return.

"Allison, is that you?" he opened cautiously, keeping his gaze locked above her neck. "It is! Wow, I hardly recognized you. You look fantastic!"

Allison had always been slightly taller than him, thanks to her incredibly long legs. He was used to her in running shoes, though, so wearing heels meant she actually gazed down at him from a few inches. Allison leaned in for a quick hug, keeping her hips well back so that her prodigious chest from brushing against Saul's.

In the flurry of the moment, Saul didn't notice the other person at the table till Allison turned slightly and introduced her as "my friend Janice". Saul turned and just barely managed to keep himself from blurting out, "Good God!" While Allison could readily have graced the pages of any men's magazine, Janice seemed more akin to the women found in one of the many big bust porn videos secreted away in his apartment.

Of course, the women from his DVD fantasies were rather garish by comparison. Janice might have boobs fit to put most strippers to shame, but they were poured into an outfit that likely cost thousands. Her makeup was bold but no doubt professionally applied. As if to confirm her status, the hand she proffered to him as a greeting was graced by a wedding ring with a diamond so big that it might as well have carried a sign saying, "My husband makes seven figures."

Saul felt a bit self-conscious. Allison had turned into a stunningly beautiful woman and befriended an equally luscious friend. Saul, meanwhile, was still the same drab, bespectacled guy he'd always been, only now older and with a little less hair. Sure, he made a good income, but their husbands clearly outstripped him judging by Allison and Janice's outfits. Saul didn't have the looks or wealth or celebrity to be seen with women of this caliber. He felt distinctly out of place.

He ordered a beer as he sat down, though he'd preferred something considerably stronger to bolster his nerves. "So," he began cautiously, "Allison tells me you have a problem I might be able to help with?"