(Fiction) 'Unconventional Family Planning' Chapter 2.5: Violating the Contract

Chapter 2.5 : Violating the Contract

     "Make yourself comfy, I'll be right back" Ginny told Gerry and she lead him to the bed.
     "All right Ginny, I'll be waiting"
     Ginny went into the bathroom and confronted her reflection. She noticed that her face was flushed, the redness spreading below her neckline and disappearing beyond the edge of her kimono. She sang a nonsense tune to herself as she fixed her hair and freshened her perfume:

     "La la la la la...making a baby...la la la la...going to have a baby, tee hee hee"  She was a little surprised. The woman in the mirror seemed so happy. Ginny chose a 'sexy red' lipstick and was about to apply it when she stopped herself. "Girl, what are you thinking? you'll scare him off!" She said, while wagging an admonishing finger at her reflection. She compromised, applying cherry ChapStick instead, which reminded her of high school, and her childhood, and playing with 'her knight'.
     "This is alright, right?" She quietly asked the woman in the mirror.
     "A little late to ask that now, isn't it? In for a penny in for a pound." She answered herself.
     "It's not like I'm trying to seduce him..."
     "That's right, we were already going to..."
     "So, there's nothing wrong with enjoying it?."
     "You know what that article said."
     "I doesn't matter that I've wanted him...forever?"
     "Completely irrelevant"
     "Can I do this? Is it wrong?"
     "You can, what wrong with having a little fun? Y'know, whistle while you work?"
     "What will he think of me if I..."
     "Seriously? He's a man, he'll be thrilled. You worry too much."
      She blew herself a kiss. "Well then, good luck!" The woman in the mirror offered.

     "Is everything all right?" Gerry called from the adjoining bedroom.
     Ginny sauntered in and stood before Gerald who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
      "Are you ready for me?" She asked as she untied her sash, and let the robe puddle at her feet. She assumed a sultry pose and winked at him saucily.
     "Ginny, I...um...what's going on?" His eyes grew wide, his mouth dry. Today was different. Ginny was sending some 'signals' than she hadn't during previous sessions, something at a non-verbal level. These 'signals' resonated with him, profoundly.  He was ready to cut diamonds.
     "I read an article. It turns out that during orgasm the cervical opening drops into the top of the vagina, dipping into semen which pools there, and that may increase the chances of conception...I know that up until now, this has been awkward, I want to try something different." He was momentarily confused; her tone didn't match the situation or the subject matter. She spoke in a light conversational tone, but used anatomical terminology, while acting amorously. She then sat on his lap facing him, pressing her body against his, and said in a sultry whisper: "So, I need you to take care of me,  Let's concentrate on enjoying this and not on getting pregnant. Bottom line, I need you to get me off. Can you do that for me?"
     "I'll do my best, I guess I need to know what does it for you? What turns you on? Do we need a safe word? How about 'arugula'? " Gerry replied. He was babbling, almost in a panic.
     "Calm down, baby. I think I've figured out what I need. Nice and slow, let's make love." She whispered seductively to him as she wrapped herself around him more tightly, embracing him.
     Then, for the first time they kissed as lovers kiss, and kissed again, and again. Each osculation more passionate than the last. Gerry had a nagging feeling of nostalgia, and guilt. Something reminded him of high school and what his wife had told him about the fight the sisters had a decade ago. He realized something that he had been previously repressing: the fact that he had always wanted Ginny. There was no regret in choosing Annie, nor were his feelings towards his wife diminished by his revelation, but emotions that he didn't acknowledge before came bubbling to the surface. The passion he poured into the kisses and the embrace wasn't just for show.
     'Oh, he's a good kisser, no wonder Sissy was all over him in high school.' Ginny thought to herself.
     He was about to say something, his thoughts conflicted. However; when he felt himself being guided in to Ginny, he no longer cared about anything but pleasing her. The pink fog of endorphins prevented cognition, he lost himself to the ardor he was experiencing.  She rode his lap, her hands entwined in his hair, alternating between kissing him and guiding him to kiss her chest. Presently they shifted position and proceeded to continue to do what lovers do.
     Somewhat later Ginny asked, "Gerald, do you love me?"
     "Yes!"
     "I need to hear it...tell me...say it." she begged
     "Virginia Paxton, I love you! I've always loved you... my princess!" Gerry told her, as he tensed up.
     "Oh, YES! Gerald, my knight, my prince....I...I love you! I love you!" she almost wailed, as she held him desperately. She felt as if waves were crashing over her. Then a moment later, she repeated softly; "Gerald, my Gerald...I love you...I love you."
     Several minutes passed, they were recovering, and cuddling.
     "Wow, that was..." She said.
     "Yea."
     "Yea.." She cooed, "I had always hoped that ...Why didn't we do this years ago?"
     "What?!"
     "Baby, that wasn't all just pretending, was it? Before, you weren't just saying that..."
     "No, Ginny, I do love you, I have for as long as I can remember...but..."
     "Yet in school you would barely speak to me, wouldn't give me any attention, no matter what I did you wouldn't...If I knew it could be like that, I..." She replied while pouting cutely.
     "No matter what you did?" He interrupted. "You were dating Brad, I was giving you the space you seemed to want, and... I was, and am, in love with your sister. That hasn't changed."
     "So, what is this...between us?"
     "I don't know...but it's something."
     "Something nice." She hesitated a moment, and thought: 'Now, that's how you make a baby, I don't think it has ever been so good! Don't spook him...' She continued; "Look, I'm not sure how deeply I want to think about this right now. I just want to...I mean, do you want to bask here in the afterglow, and contemplate 'us', or should we go downstairs and you let me make you lunch?"
     "I wish there was an 'and' option, I like the idea of afterglow basking... Sadly; since I have a schedule to keep, I'll opt for lunch."
     "Coming right up, lover!" She said and gave him a quick buss on the lips, then, still nude, pranced out of the room. She started singing her nonsense song again: "La la la la la...it's fun making a baby...la la la la...going to have his baby, tee hee hee..."
     Gerry shook his head and thought to himself, 'What have I gotten into?' as he washed and dressed, then headed downstairs. Lunch was waiting for him in the kitchen, along with Ginny (wearing only an apron).
     "I hope a ham and cheese sandwich is okay, what would you like to drink?"
     "Water or iced tea would be fine, what...whatever you have." He answered distantly, distracted by her attire.
     Ginny placed a glass of iced tea on the table. "You like it with lemon, right?"
     "I'm surprised you remember."
     A few moments later she asked: "So, same time tomorrow? Have any requests for lunch?" She inquired as she moved to perch on his lap as he pushed his now empty plate away.
     "I'm easy, whatever you're making is fine."
     "Mmm..." She purred. "For you, I'm easy too. We have some time, how about we have a go again right here in the kitchen?"

*****

     "So, tell me about your day..." Annie prompted Gerry after he got home from his last class of the day.
     "Honey, I'm afraid it's gone pear-shaped. It's going to a place that..."
     "I heard. Ginny is giddy! You should've heard her on the phone. What did you do to her?"
     "I was worried about this. I don't know if I can continue..."
     "I've never heard her so happy. Thank you."
     "Please don't thank me, I feel guilty about this."
     "Why?"
     "I've...I've cheated on you, it wasn't just impregnating her, or even just having sex, we made love."
     "I know, I heard. She said you were wonderful."
     "You're not listening to me, it was different today, we kissed, we..."
     "I know, she told me. She tells me everything.
     "...She said she loves me...I said it too..."
     "About time, you've both been carrying that baggage for how long?"
     "I don't understand, why you aren't furious with me?"
     "Because I love you and I'm secure with our relationship. Because I love her and I want something nice for her. I finally feel that she's forgiven me for being so cruel to her all those years ago. Also, her husband is a penis with arms, he's so full of himself and cares more about his 'alpha' status than making his wife, my sister, happy. He's not a caring lover, which somehow doesn't surprise me, and to top it all off, Ginny thinks he's cheating on her. Then you come along and make her feel valued and loved, and you're tender with her. You agreed to help her without even knowing how big of a favor you'd be doing. You're her knight, and she deserves to be happy, even if only for a little while. She was sliding towards having an affair anyways, and, if she's going to have an affair, you're the best choice as a partner. She won't get hurt if it's you."
     "But...but, this is tearing me up. That means that I'm having an affair too, and..."
     "You're not, because I know about it. Besides, this is for the best, you said it yourself: 'making a baby should be something special, something beautiful.' You're right, a baby should be the product of two people's love. What a wonderful gift you are giving her. This is a short term thing, soon enough it'll be over and we'll go back to our regular life and work on making our babies...
     "That sounds wonderful..."
     "Then stop overthinking it, it's okay to love her. Have your fling, get it out of your system. I'm okay with this only because of the situation and because you're doing Ginny a favor, and because I want to make it up to her..."
     "I don't deserve you. Why are you so...I don't know what...magnanimous?"
     "I'm no saint."
     "What do you mean?"
     "Well, I love Ginny, I am happy for my sister, that she gets some joy; but, also sisters have rivalries and fights. Part of me, a not so kind part of me, is enjoying this."
      "I don't get it."
      "Like I said before, Ginny and I fought in high school, over you, and other things. I told you how she rubbed my nose in how popular she was; she teased that she was prettier than me, she was a cheerleader and prom queen. I was 'plain Jane'. I didn't like being always in her shadow. Plus, I noticed how on occasion you'd look at her with lust in your eyes. Now she gets to know what she couldn't have then, and what I get to keep after this little adventure is over. I 'win'. When all is said and done you chose me over her."
     "I thought you said you were over that, years ago."
     "Oh, I am. But affirmation is nice. This isn't about getting a dig at her. I felt guilty about our fights, but I think that there wouldn't be closure with leaving these things bottled up. You love each other. I know that it isn't the same as you and I, but now you two can unpack it, deal with it, and move on, nothing is simmering in the background. I am however getting a dig on Brad, the biggest insult among her husband's 'bro culture' clique is being cuckolded. Ginny confided in me that although Brad is well endowed, he doesn't know how to please. You on the other hand, 'rocked her world'. The schadenfreude is delicious."
     "You really don't like him, and, you have a wicked streak. Remind me never to get on your bad side. Somehow I'm not surprised that Brad isn't 'all that' in bed. He's a narcissist, I bet that he doesn't make love, he masturbates using a woman instead of his hand."
     "Ha Ha Ha! That's a new one. So what's the plan for tomorrow? How are you going to up the ante?"
     "I don't have a plan. I just give Ginny whatever she wants, to the best of my ability. My 'craftsman's pride' will allow nothing less."
     "Here's to your 'work ethic' then." She raised an imaginary glass.

*****

     The next day, Gerry was surprised by how Ginny was dressed when she met him at the door.
     "Bienvenue!" She chirped, in a theatrically thick French accent She was wearing a 'saucy maid' cosplay outfit, thigh high stockings, 'do me' pumps, and a little more makeup than usual.
     Gerry didn't miss a beat, jumping into the role-play immediately. "Good day Miss Gigi. I believe that I'll sup on the veranda this afternoon. You may bring me my lunch there."
     "Very well, Sir." She replied. "Lunch today is Chateaubriand, pomme de terre gratinée, and haricots vert. May I suggest a pinot noir to accompany?" She said as she lead him to the patio.
     "That sounds delightful, and for dessert?"
     "I'll prepare something, fraises enrobées de chocolat?"
     Gerry didn't have a long wait until Ginny wheeled a cart over. She poured a small amount of wine and awaited his approval before filling his glass. She placed the covered plate before him, then lifted the cloche with a flourish and a 'Bon Appétit!'
     "This is delightful Miss Gigi, the beef is perfectly prepared, just the way I like it. The wine accents it well, my compliments" Gerry offered after finishing the meal.
     "Thank you Sir. May I take your plate, and serve the dessert course? Would you like coffee?"
     "Yes to dessert; however, no coffee. Thank you."
.     "Very well, Sir. Excuse me" She said and reached to remove the napkin from his lap, her hand lingered, and gave him a playful squeeze. "Oops!" she said as she overtly dropped the napkin, bending at the waist to slowly pick it up, displaying her lace-clad derriere. "Please let me know if there's anything else that you desire, Sir." She said with a wink, and a wiggle, before rising. A minute later she kneeled before him and proceeded to feed him strawberries that were drizzled with chocolate sauce. "Is everything to your liking?" she asked.
     "Lovely, delicious, exquisite...have one. I insist." He took the last berry and held it to her lips. She took a bite then playfully nibbled and sucked his fingers. A moment later she had his belt undone and was using her mouth to pleasure him. Shortly thereafter he had her bent over the patio table, with her skirt flipped up doing his best to make her happy.
      The costume and the flirting and the foreplay had him worked up, he wasn't going to last long. He warned her:
      "This is... oh, I'm close..."
      "Oh God! Fuck me...harder....spank me!" She begged. He delivered several sharp slaps he her behind. "Oh, I've been so bad... Again, harder!" she exclaimed, then pushed him away, returned to her knees, and devoured him. He couldn't hold back, and she wouldn't let him. He finished while she moaned around his manhood, her own hand working furiously beneath her skirt.
      Once he caught his breath, he said: "You're not going to get pregnant that way, I'm in violation of the contract."
      "It's my fault. I'm a very naughty girl; punish me, spank me. I won't tell on you, but, you'll have to do me again to keep me quiet."
      "Ginny, have I ever told you how sexy you are?"
      "You haven't, Have I ever told you how much fun you are to fuck?"
      "You haven't, Have I told you today that I love you? I have another hour, let's go upstairs."
      "Sure, but I won't let you finish in me upstairs either. Not today, I want you to have incentive to come back tomorrow, and the day after, and..."
      "Will you still be ovulating?"
      "Maybe, I don't think I care anymore. There's always next month."