Chapter 5

With the next night being a virtual repeat of the night before, albeit this time Amy found herself on her knees with her head pressed against the pillow, her ass raised high up in the air as Josh claimed her in that position, Amy decided to take the week off work. She didn’t have a lot to do and had a ton of vacation built up. If there were any major fires, she could deal with those on a one-off basis, leaving the rest to her team to handle.

The rest of the week was more of the same. Her dreams of Josh continued to permeate her sleeping hours, often causing her to wake suddenly as she orgasmed in both her dream and the real world.

One thing that Amy didn’t really notice was that with each passing day, she felt less and less guilty about what she did. There was no longer any active chastising of herself. No hatred of her actions.

One thing that didn’t change throughout the week was her worry about being pregnant. As she went to bed, she repeated the ritual that started almost a week earlier. She would check the app on her phone to verify that the date of her period hadn’t changed. It hadn’t. Tomorrow was the day.

It better fucking be the day.

That night, for the first time in a week, Amy didn’t dream of Josh. In fact, Amy woke up having no recollection of any dreams from the night before. She felt great. Too great. She definitely did not feel like she should if her period was going to be starting that day. Like it’s bloody well supposed to! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This can’t be. No, no, no.

Amy felt the tears start to well in her eyes and she curled up in the fetal position and let them fall. Half an hour later, her tears having run out ten minutes earlier, she got up. With nothing to do all day, she moped around the house, consciously trying to will her period into starting.

When sleep finally took her there was still no sign of her period. In fact, there was still no sign of her period four days after it was due. She also didn’t recall having any dreams. There were a couple mornings where there was something hazy in her mind, but beyond her grasp and certainly not vivid like the dream she had the night after meeting Josh.

Once again, bed time arrived. And once again, Amy climbed into bed, growing more and more anxious. I’m never four days late! Fuck, I’m never ONE day late! However, she still hadn’t drummed up the courage to even buy a pregnancy test, let alone actually take one. As had become her routine this week, she let herself have a cry before she would eventually drift off to sleep.