Dorsai
SixMothers
The whole thing started when I'd been pulling Responsible Adult dutyfor my best friend, Paul, by watching out for his 3 kids while he wasout of town on business. I'd accidentally seen his daughter, Jan, masturbating.
After reassuring her that what she'd been doing was perfectly normal, I'd gone on to get her started on sex education (with Paul's consent), since that was something of a non-subject at the parochial school sheand her two younger brothers went to. From there, I'd gone on to deflowerJan – at her request, and with Paul's permission! – but only after I'dthe same thing for Jan's best friend, Kelly. Much to my surprise, theyounger-than-I-was Kelly and I hit it off – and were soon living together.
Not long after Kelly and I became an 'item', Kelly and Jan got togetherand organized a small party – during which I was called on to separateseveral girls from their virginity – at their request. Afterall the girls had graduated college and started on their careers, I was tapped by a client (I'm an engineer specializing in Instrumentation and Control systems) to scout out factory sites for them – in the Philippines.
Kelly had accompanied me, and we'd made a new friend, Marlyn, who had come to the U.S. with her niece for a period of training before going back to serve as the factory's Public Affairs rep.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and Kelly and I were lounging around thehouse when my home automation system, Mabel (Machine Access By EnglishLanguage) let us know that the mailman had come.
Since Kelly was laying on top of me as the two of us necked, she was the one that got up and went to see what we'd gotten. When she came back into the living room where I was, I could see that she had an airmail envelope in her hand. Since we only knew one person that would be sendingus airmail – our friend Marlyn, in the Philippines – I asked 'Sowhat does Marlyn have to say?'
Kelly was still reading, but told me 'She says that everything'sgoing well – she thinks the idiots that were fussing about the factoryhave finally given up. After her and Ted opened the clinic up to anybodythat needed it, that pretty much put and end to it.'
I sat up, and Kelly came over to sit on my lap – not even giving mea dirty look when I made a noise of complaint that I thought she wastoo heavy. She knew, all too well, that I loved her, and that I was happyto have her on my lap any time. In a few moments, she'd settled down, and I was able to read Marlyn's letter over her shoulder. Marlyn wenton to write to us that Marilyn, her biological niece and our 'adopted' niece, was doing extremely well in school – that the school was going tomake arrangements for her to start taking some 'advanced' courses tohelp get her started and ready for college. Marilyn had had her 13thbirthday after they left, and was already scheduled to start high school the following academic year.
Marlyn also let us know that she'd been out on quite a few dates with Ted, the factory manager, and that the two of them got along very well.
Not just professionally, but personally, too. He was rapidly learningto fit into Filipino society, and was learning Tagalog fairly well; thosetwo facts did much to alleviate any lingering resentment there mighthave been about a 'Kano' (Amerikano) running what a vocal few thoughtshould have been a local factory. In the year since they'd started production, she'd had exactly one person quit – and that because his father had died, and he felt obliged to move back to the distant town where he'd grownup so he could take care of his mother. Marlyn had offered to pay tobring his mother there and find someone to help take care of her; theman had been tempted, but finally decided not to accept.
When we'd finished the letter, Kelly set it on the table at the endof the couch we were on before standing up and gesturing that she wantedme to lay down. I did, and she quickly moved to lay on top of me, facingme. After a bit, she started playing with the few hairs I had on my chest-the one, sure thing she did that let me know she had something on hermind. I just continued to lay there, holding her, knowing that she'dsay something to me when she was ready.
Some time later, she finally looked into my face, and asked 'Dan, you remember the promise you made to me when we got married?'
I grinned, and answered 'You mean about not chasing after women? I haven't, I swear!'
She laughed – I didn't have to chase women; Jan and four of their best friends continued to come to spend time with us, in and out of bed before saying 'No, you big dummy, I mean the other one.'
'You mean about you having our baby?' I asked, knowing fullwell that was what she'd meant in the first place. Before she'd agreedto marry me, she'd told me that she wanted to have a baby – specifically, my baby.
Looking at me closely, she said 'Yes, that's the one. Did you reallymean it?'
I looked her in the eyes and answered 'Kelly, I meant that morethan anything I've ever said. Why?'
Visibly relieved, she lowered her head and said 'I've been thinkingabout it, and neither one of us is getting any younger. We made enoughmoney from that job with Marlyn that we don't have to worry if one orthe other of us can't work for a while – or ever again, for that matter.'
I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head up so she could seeme as I asked 'Are you trying to tell me that you think this isthe time, then? That you want us to go to the doctor, so you can havea baby?'
Slightly nervous, she nodded, and I simply told her 'Then that's what we'll do, then. I know how important this is to you, Kelly – and it's important to me, because it means so much to you.'
I could see the relief on Kelly's face when she said 'Really? Youdon't want to wait, or anything?'
I lifted my head to kiss the tip of her nose and answered 'Yes, really. I thought about saying something before, but I didn't want torush you; so I've just been waiting for you to let me know when you wereready. You're ready now. That's all that matters to me. Monday, I'llcall the doctor and see what has to be done, and make any appointmentsthat are necessary.'
Kelly's eyes filled, and I gently wiped away a tear that escaped beforeshe told me 'Oh, I love you so much!', the depth and sincerity of her words reminding me – as if I needed it! – of why I loved her as much as I did.
We lay there like that for a long time, perfectly content to just be with each other – touching, but not feeling any need to talk or anything else.
Later, when we went to bed, I felt Kelly snuggle up to my side beforestarting to trace her fingers across my chest. Talking to my left microphone(nipple), she said 'Are you really going to be okay with me being pregnant? I mean, you're not just agreeing to this because you thinkyou have to, are you?'
I gave her a small hug and answered 'Yes, I'm really okay withit – I know how much it means to you, so it's important to me, too. Andno, I'm not agreeing to it just because I think I have to – if anyoneis going to have my kids, I want it to be you – the person I love mostin the world.'
Kelly looked up at me, and saw that I was entirely serious – and thatI did love her, more than anything or anyone else. She smiled at me ina way that let me know the feeling was mutual.
The following Monday, I called the doctor's office where I'd had thesnip-snip done; to my surprise, I got a call back from the doctor, andafter a little consultation with Kelly, made the necessary appointment.
It was just over a month later when Kelly and I were in one of the doctor'sexam rooms. As we waited, Kelly told me 'I can't believe that youwent to a woman doctor for a vasectomy!'
I grinned and answered 'It was toward the tail-end of my marriage; my ex-wife and I were having so many problems that this was the closestI'd been to having sex in weeks.' – and got a smile in return.
I hadn't talked to Kelly a lot about what life had been like with myfirst wife; not from being unwilling to talk about it, but simply becauseit was such a painful experience, and I didn't want to be one of thoseguys that's always bitching about how rotten an ex-wife was. Kelly stillhad some idea of what life between us had been like, though – and knewthat I'd gotten the vasectomy because my first wife had told me thatshe wanted a baby so she'd 'have something to play with' – somethingthat had sent chills down my spine.
Kelly still knew, however, that it hadn't been a happy marriage; andsteadfastly refrained from asking me the million and a half questionsI figured she probably had.
We'd waited only a few minutes when the doctor, Francine Cole, camein and sat down to talk with us. Her first question was to me, asking 'So, Dan, this is the woman that you're going to let have your baby?'
I laughed, and answered 'I have to – she made me promise she could before she'd agree to marry me.'
