Chapter 3

I took her to the store at lunchtime, dropping her off for work. Once I was back at the office, I tried to keep my mind off my personal life by drawing up and double checking up some financials for a bid Daddy was submitting on a huge DoD project. It would really help our bottom line. We were in good shape, but there is nothing wrong with more gravy. Ever. That was something Grampa used to say as he beat me at horseshoes. Soundly, every time. He passed away before I got good at it. Damn it. I miss him. My father is definitely a chip off that old block. Neither had any problems competing with a girl so that she would learn the game. They still have no idea how much that helped me in life. Or, maybe they do.

Wednesday, we were in the waiting room. Alone. I thought he’d schedule others in, but he didn’t. It was just us. He did admit he was catching up on some paperwork prior to a short vacation, though.

He drew blood, had her in a gown, and did a complete physical on her, to include that little spot I showed her up inside her bottom. Her grunt got his attention. Trying to lighten the mood, he said, in a most unprofessional manner, “That’s what they all say. Then they never call back.” Gloria laughed and the pressure pushed his finger out.

“OK, Glorious, Pattycakes. Time for the magic moment. I need a sperm sample. I’m going to leave it to you two, and please do your best. I know this it not something you would talk about in front of many people, but Gloria, what I did, if you can manage it somehow, will help, and would be a benefit for a better sample. It’s just the way of the world. It would help to make sure you don’t have to come back so often maybe. Just sayin’. Rubber gloves are on the wall, lube is on the counter there. Let me know as soon as you’re done. Just lean out the door and yell ‘Mike’ or ‘Anna’, whichever is easiest for you, as we need to immediately freeze a bit of it for shipment.”

He walked out, she rolled over on her back and seemed to relax a bit.

“Help?”

“I’m right here, baby. I’ve got this.” I put on a pair of gloves, put the tube up to the tip of her penis, watching it grow. Just the thought, the anticipation, of what was coming had the little nub taking the form of a perfect uncooked Oscar Mayer wiener. Not bun length. Shorter than that. The ones with ten in the pack. The head fit into the tube making this even easier. I put one dollop of Surgilube on her thigh, then another one next to it, scooped up one of the dollops onto my middle finger and used my elbow to pry her knees apart.

She didn’t play hard to get. She was limber and they went straight out away from her body. I gently placed the lubricated finger at her opening, where there was already a bit of lube from Mike’s medical examination of her prostate. I eased my finger in, found the knot and massaged it gently. She moaned for me.

“I love you Patty. Thank you for all of this.”

I leaned over, took both of her testicles between my teeth and pulled them away from her, then sucked on them gently. Getting more skin in, and loosening the tight little ball sack a bit, I bit again now that they were totally in my mouth. I got a bit more intense with the massage, and the bite, moved my head back and forth and hummed.

She shot like a little tiny rocket, and even spurted about three inches into the tube. She dribbled the next 7 or 8 pulsations, and finally relaxed, just melting onto the table.

“Have I say thank you today to my beautiful Queen Patricia. My queen. My older woman. I love you.”

I already had the door open. He said immediately. I complied. I yelled, “ANNA!” I turned back to Gloria, smiled, and told her, “I love you, too, and thank you for trying this.”

Anna was there in seconds, stuck two swabs in the sample and put them in sealed tubes, dropped the little tubes into a metal one, put a fancy cap on it and left, not saying a word. She was back in five minutes. “Good job, ladies. He might have you back in a couple weeks for a repeat performance. He won’t need to be here. I have the samples for Dr. Morrisey to look at now, and we evacuated the tube and it’s in liquid nitrogen, freezing as we speak. We’ve got the conn now.”

Gloria tilted her head in question.

“The nurse practitioner and the nurses will be in charge now, doll.” She looked at me. “We’ll let him know if we need assistance, but most of what happens with Miss Gloria, we will do. Trust us, please. He does. We know he’s family to you all.”

I nodded. “Anything else?”

“Nope. Take care of our patient and have fun living life. You guys can go now. Please stop in his office and let him know you’re leaving. Left then last door on the left. Bye, girls.”

“Thank you, Miss Anna,” my Gloria said, ever the polite one. Anna smiled and took off up the hall. Gloria got dressed after we wiped the lube up off her leg and around her anus. We washed up and went to say goodbye to Mike. Gloria thanked him first, then I did.

“I just want to help, Patty. I hope I can. The sperm are motile. That is the first hurdle, and it’s behind you. They need to be in quantity, which they appear to be thinning out tremendously, the second hurdle, but it’s a short one and we may be OK. Then, within a week, we’ll know if they appear to be viable and physically healthy from a DNA and reproductive standpoint. Safe to produce healthy babies, that is. They will do that comparison from within the semen and with the small blood samples we took. Hopefully. If we need more, we’ll deal with it when they let me know. It will probably be Monday or Tuesday. I’m having a friend of mine at a fertility clinic I use work on it and expedite it, personally. If it can be done quickly, it will be.”

“Thank you, Mike.” I kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, Doctor Mike.” Gloria did, too. He hugged each of us and told us he’d be in touch.

We sat on the couch at home, a foot apart, but with each other. It was comfortable, but I could tell she was wanting to say something.

“What we do now, Patty?”

“Wait. Not JUST wait. Gloria, we have already made love with your penis in me. I want to do that lots. I love the feeling, and I know you do. There are other things, too. We have been together less than a week. We just need to live and love and laugh. Around you, I know there will be a lot of laughing. I love that, baby doll, I really do.”

She scooted over and up onto my lap. I wrapped her up in a hug and just held her for about a half an hour. “Come, I will make my queen the dinner. Better than first day to make love.”

“No way. Nothing is better than grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.”

“Good. And you say I am funny. I know, I know,” she mocked me, “I’m cereal. No. You are funny. I make chicken mushroom feast. You will see. I make for my Queen Patricia!” Pulling the ‘I am cereal’ line as almost a gut buster. That’s telling me she’s fine. A funny way of saying she’s serious and lightening the mood. God, I love that little girl.

We made love many times, probably averaging every other night, and tribbed a few times, over the next couple of weeks and to Gloria’s amazement, she came inside me two of those times. One of them I had my finger far enough up her bottom I could feel her prostate and a bit of feces. I should probably prepare for that, but the heat of passion is just that. I could actually feel her when she came in me. Not the sperm, of course, but the spasms and pulsing of the urethra and penile muscle tissue. When I explained it was similar to how we would make love if she were a boy, she smiled and said she understood that, but still, as a girl, it was fun, and she loved holding me next to her as I travelled through an orgasm. She had a point. Holding each other that tight, like you have to do when you start losing muscle control during orgasms while tribbing, makes for a very intimate session. You’ll be hard pressed to have two women be closer, except maybe in a sixty-nine, but then it’s hard to concentrate. Two different positions, two different outcomes, both super special.

We fell back, laying in an afterglow one time and she told me, “Patty, I think if I were a boy, I would still love you.”

“Gloria, I’m a bit afraid to say this myself, but I’m pretty sure if Yuriy Andrey Maximilian Alexandrov, George Andy Max Alexander, had been bagging my groceries that day, he’d be in my bed instead of you.”

“Do you, or can you know, how happy that makes me that you say that. It means, to me, that you are looking to the center of someone, into their heart, their soul, for your love, and not in their pants.” She giggled.

“What a way to end such a profound statement. You’re right, though. Completely correct. I’ve had all the ‘what’s in the pants’ I want. Now I want love. Now I have you.” We sighed, kissed, and didn’t wake up for twelve hours. She was almost late for her second to last day at work. It was Friday.

It took that long to get the results back, but the recommendation to collect and cryopreserve her sperm for later and attempt natural insemination was presented. They were not concurrently possible. Shucks. We didn’t have sex for a month while she was doing four weekly semen deposits down at the bank. It seemed like a month of Sundays. We were able to go together, and Mike said not to change a thing. Sanitization was the only difference, and we took care of business. Rubber gloves, lube, my finger, her panting, and a grunt now and again. It was wonderful. After the last collection, the fertility clinic turned us loose. Quite literally, if they had known.

We fucked like rabbits for weeks. I’m sorry. We made love like we had been separated for ages and needed the grip of intimacy and emotion ... We had gotten used to sex with each other and once you start, it’s really hard to stop.

One other thing she was able to do was take her drivers test. She took the written and only missed one. Something about a flag on something sticking out the back of your car. Three weeks later after I had taken her out almost daily and Daddy took her out several times, she felt she could do it, and did.