Like A Good Neighbor: Part 5
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07/05/24 • -1 min
At death’s door.
By NavyRigger - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I felt my face grow warm as my temper flared, and glared at the doctor. The doctor visibly recoiled as I stared her down.
“Doc, let’s assume I am just stupid and have no idea what you’re talking about. Please, enlighten me as to what is in my blood that makes me unable to save his life,” I said sharply.
She flipped a page up on her clipboard, “Based on your test results, you have elevated hCG levels that automatically make you unable to donate blood. We stopped testing after that.”
My mind raced as I tried to remember what chemical in the blood was hCG. Suddenly, I remembered sitting in high school biology, my junior year, and discussing the reproductive system of the human body.
“You mean to tell me that I am,” I couldn’t even say the word myself.
“Pregnant,” the doctor finished the sentence for me, “Judging by the quantitative test results, I’d put you at around four weeks along.”
Four weeks. Four weeks, almost to the day, I’d lured Kurt over to the house and changed our lives together forever. Four weeks ago was the first time Kurt ever came inside of me. Part of me was gripped with fear that this child might never know its real father, the other part of me was elated that I was pregnant, and with Kurt’s baby. Another part of me entirely was paralyzed with fear.
“But I, how, I mean, ” I jumped out of my chair and started to pace around the room, “Doc, are you sure those are my results?”
“I’m 100% positive these are your results.”
“No, no, no. No,” I said as I started to panic covering my mouth with my hands, “I can’t be pregnant. I’ve been on birth control for the past three years. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I mean I am happy I am pregnant, but this was not supposed to be how it happened!”
I dropped to my knees and cried. The hurricane of emotions in my chest was too much for me to handle. I needed Kurt to wake up and hold me. I need him to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay.
“Mrs. Thompson? Are you okay?”
I stood up and put my hands on my head, and continued to pace the room, “No. No, I am not. You just told me I am pregnant, and there is no doubt in my head that the father is not my husband, but Kurt. So no, I am not okay. You pretty much told me that the father of my baby and the man I am secretly in love with is going to die unless you can find a donor for a transfusion!”
The doctor’s eyes were wide with surprise as she absorbed what I’d just told her, “Mrs. Renolds, I, uh, Mrs. Thompson, I am sorry but we are doing everything we can. Unless you know someone else who is an O-positive blood type that might be able to donate, we are doing everything we can at this time.”
O-positive. No, Kurt would kill me. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. Alarms blared as Kurt’s hospital room was filled with the screams and beeping of monitors. The doctor shoved me out of the way as she assessed the situation.
“Ma'am I am going to need you to clear the room,” the doctor said as she grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the room before she turned her head and yelled down towards the nurses’ station, “Code Blue, Room Thirty-Nine, Stat!”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked the screen. With shaky fingers, I navigated to my contacts list. Nurses rushed past me into Kurt’s hospital room as the world seemed to slow around me. I tapped Ronny’s name on the contact list, and the phone started to dial.
Ring.
Kurt already hated me. I guess he was going to have to hate me some more.
Ring.
I shared my vows with Ronny, but right now, Kurt was the one I loved for better or worse.
Ring.
Pick up you selfish prick!
“Hello,” Ronny’s gruff voice filled the phone and my heart stopped, "Riza? What’s up, dear? I’m busy at the moment.”
“Ronny, I need you to come home. Right now.”
“You know I can’t. I am in the middle of finishing up this project,” he said, irritation and annoyance thick as butter in his voice.
“Ronny, Kurt is sick, really sick. It’s bad. He needs a blood transfusion of O-positive blood or he’s going to die,” I didn’t even try to hide the fact I was on the verge of tears.
For several ...
At death’s door.
By NavyRigger - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I felt my face grow warm as my temper flared, and glared at the doctor. The doctor visibly recoiled as I stared her down.
“Doc, let’s assume I am just stupid and have no idea what you’re talking about. Please, enlighten me as to what is in my blood that makes me unable to save his life,” I said sharply.
She flipped a page up on her clipboard, “Based on your test results, you have elevated hCG levels that automatically make you unable to donate blood. We stopped testing after that.”
My mind raced as I tried to remember what chemical in the blood was hCG. Suddenly, I remembered sitting in high school biology, my junior year, and discussing the reproductive system of the human body.
“You mean to tell me that I am,” I couldn’t even say the word myself.
“Pregnant,” the doctor finished the sentence for me, “Judging by the quantitative test results, I’d put you at around four weeks along.”
Four weeks. Four weeks, almost to the day, I’d lured Kurt over to the house and changed our lives together forever. Four weeks ago was the first time Kurt ever came inside of me. Part of me was gripped with fear that this child might never know its real father, the other part of me was elated that I was pregnant, and with Kurt’s baby. Another part of me entirely was paralyzed with fear.
“But I, how, I mean, ” I jumped out of my chair and started to pace around the room, “Doc, are you sure those are my results?”
“I’m 100% positive these are your results.”
“No, no, no. No,” I said as I started to panic covering my mouth with my hands, “I can’t be pregnant. I’ve been on birth control for the past three years. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I mean I am happy I am pregnant, but this was not supposed to be how it happened!”
I dropped to my knees and cried. The hurricane of emotions in my chest was too much for me to handle. I needed Kurt to wake up and hold me. I need him to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay.
“Mrs. Thompson? Are you okay?”
I stood up and put my hands on my head, and continued to pace the room, “No. No, I am not. You just told me I am pregnant, and there is no doubt in my head that the father is not my husband, but Kurt. So no, I am not okay. You pretty much told me that the father of my baby and the man I am secretly in love with is going to die unless you can find a donor for a transfusion!”
The doctor’s eyes were wide with surprise as she absorbed what I’d just told her, “Mrs. Renolds, I, uh, Mrs. Thompson, I am sorry but we are doing everything we can. Unless you know someone else who is an O-positive blood type that might be able to donate, we are doing everything we can at this time.”
O-positive. No, Kurt would kill me. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. Alarms blared as Kurt’s hospital room was filled with the screams and beeping of monitors. The doctor shoved me out of the way as she assessed the situation.
“Ma'am I am going to need you to clear the room,” the doctor said as she grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the room before she turned her head and yelled down towards the nurses’ station, “Code Blue, Room Thirty-Nine, Stat!”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked the screen. With shaky fingers, I navigated to my contacts list. Nurses rushed past me into Kurt’s hospital room as the world seemed to slow around me. I tapped Ronny’s name on the contact list, and the phone started to dial.
Ring.
Kurt already hated me. I guess he was going to have to hate me some more.
Ring.
I shared my vows with Ronny, but right now, Kurt was the one I loved for better or worse.
Ring.
Pick up you selfish prick!
“Hello,” Ronny’s gruff voice filled the phone and my heart stopped, "Riza? What’s up, dear? I’m busy at the moment.”
“Ronny, I need you to come home. Right now.”
“You know I can’t. I am in the middle of finishing up this project,” he said, irritation and annoyance thick as butter in his voice.
“Ronny, Kurt is sick, really sick. It’s bad. He needs a blood transfusion of O-positive blood or he’s going to die,” I didn’t even try to hide the fact I was on the verge of tears.
For several ...
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The next morning I awoke, Kurt nowhere to be found. I found a sticky note on the coffee maker in Kurt’s handwriting. He explained that he had the best night of his life last night, but had woken up late and rushed out the door. He wanted to wake me but apparently, I looked so peaceful and satisfied that he didn’t have the heart to wake me. I’d like to say I spent the day doing something sexy waiting for him to come home, but my insides were so sore from the night before that I decided to binge watch some shows on Netflix and just relax.
As the garage door opened, I stripped down and waited by the garage door for him to walk in. At the last second, I decided to hop up on the counter, and greet him with my legs spread and waiting for him. His face, as he walked in the door, was completely worth it. He dropped the bags in his hand and rushed over to me, kissing me lovingly. I was utterly surprised when I felt him pressing his tip against my opening. I looked down to see his cock stuck out from between the zipper of his pants.
“I’m sorry baby, but I need this right now,” he said as he slipped inside of me.
“Babe, don’t be sorry. If you need it, please don’t hesitate. Just be gentle, I am still sore from last night.”
He leaned back on the counter and made long, deep strokes in and out of me. His face looked pained and desperate as he thrust in and out of me. I didn’t know what was going on with him, but I flexed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a shuddering moan from him. In less than a minute he yelled out as he released himself deep inside of me. I bit my lip as a pleasant, hot, sticky, and familiar feeling filled my insides again. I looked up at Kurt and expected a look of satisfaction as he came inside of me, but what I saw was a look of relief.
“Bad day,” I asked, thinking of what could make him so desperate to cum as soon as he got home.
He shook his head, "No, today was fine. Problem was that last night was so amazingly hot, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. By the time I was ready to leave work, I had blue balls so bad I could barely walk. I hate that I just came home and used you like that, but I needed to cum.”
I sat up and put a hand on his cheek, pulling his face to mine, “Don’t be sorry Babe. I am more than happy to make you cum anytime you need me to. Besides, I love the way you make me feel after filling me with a nice big load. By the feel of it, you’ve been pretty worked up all day, and this was an exceptionally big load. I love it.”
“Damn I love you so much, Riza,” Kurt said as he leaned forward and kissed me slowly.
“I love you too,” my eyes glanced on the bags behind him, “What’s in the bag?”
“I went out for lunch and picked up a few things for you for tonight,” he said as he rummaged around in the bag after tucking his cock back into his pants.
I watched as he pulled out a black dress, a pair of black stilettos, and some black lacy panties.
“Hurry up and get dressed or we will be late,” he quipped.
“Late for what? What’s going on tonight,” I asked as I slipped the dress on.
"I’ll tell you when we get in the car,” he pointed to my thighs as I stepped into the panties, “Do you want something to clean up down there before putting those on?”
I held his chin and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “And risk some of that high-quality Kurt cum from leaking out? I don’t think so. I want this pair to be soaked with your cum all night.”
Kurt shrugged his shoulders and handed me the stilettos. Much to my amazement, everything fit quite well. The black dress was a little tighter than I would have chosen, but Kurt probably did that on purpose.
“What about make-up,” I asked, feeling odd getting all dressed up but not wearing make-up.
"You don’t need it, love,” he said with a sweet smile and a kiss, “Now hurry or we will miss the reservation.”
I hopped in the front seat of the car, already feeling Kurt’s seed leaking from between my folds and starting to soak my fabric of the panties. Half an hour later, we pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant, sushi by the looks of it.
“Kurt, table for two,” he said to t...
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Breathlessly she broke our passionate kiss for just a moment to stare into my eyes and speak.
“Dammit Kurt, If you truly love me like you say you do, fuck me and fill my pussy already. I’ve been aching for you to be inside me,” she said as she brought her legs to her chest and continued to passionately kiss me.
I brought my legs up and started to thrust into her. Softly she moaned into my mouth as my speed picked up. I thrust into her until my legs started to shake from fatigue and weakness. I thrust into her until my legs burned with exertion. I thrust into her until I felt I couldn’t thrust any more, and then I thrust some more. I watched as Riza’s legs quivered and shook.
I felt her stomach and abs tense under my hand, felt her back arch against my chest. Her pussy pulsed and quivered around my shaft as I filled her with my length over and over again. Finally, she screamed in pleasure into my mouth. As if on queue with her orgasm, I felt my climax crest over the edge as I squeezed her tightly and two weeks of cum began to spill into her. She shifted her hips and planted me as deep as I could go into her and held on as I bucked like a bronco. I came as I’d never came before, as twitch after twitch of my seed filled her from inside. She moaned softly as she kissed me. Her body relaxed and shuddered. It was almost like her body had been having withdrawals and was finally relieved to have my cum inside of her again. When I had finally finished, I realized I was completely drained of energy and had to break apart from our kiss to catch my breath.
“Holy, shit,” I said between deep breaths, “I don’t, know, what felt better. That kiss, or, finally, cumming after, two weeks. What, was all that, about?”
Riza caressed my cheek with her thumb and rolled onto her side as she slid me out of her and tucked herself next to me on the bed, her head resting on my shoulder. I pulled the hospital blanket up around us and held her as tightly to me as I could manage. When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were wet with tears and her lip was quivering.
“Riza? Baby? What’s wrong,” I said as my heart sank into my stomach.
"I was so scared. The whole time I was so scared, Kurt. You have no idea how terrified I was sitting by your side. I was afraid to sleep because I didn’t want to miss you waking up.”
“Baby, it’s ok. I am ok. As long as my numbers keep looking good, I should be out of here in a couple more days,” I told her reassuringly.
She pounded my chest, “No dammit! You don’t understand! They told me you could die, and all I could think about was how terrible my life would be without you and that I would have to raise our baby without you!”
“Our baby,” I said as my whole body went tingly with excitement, "You mean that your, ”
“Four weeks,” she finished for me, “And before you ask, until last night, the last time Ronny came inside me was over six weeks ago.”
Suddenly I found renewed strength and held Riza tighter than I ever had and kissed her with as much passion and love as I could out me.
“Oh Riza, you have no idea how happy that makes me!” I told her before kissing her some more.
I realized at that moment the alarms on my monitors were going off, and I had no idea for how long. No sooner did I realize this, my doctor and nurse barrel through the privacy curtain and stop dead in their tracks and looked at me and Riza with worry and concern on their faces. My immediate reaction was panic at Riza and I finally had been caught together. Riza on the other hand didn’t even budge. I watched as both the nurse and doctor went from worried looks to disappointment as both of their shoulders dropped and their hands fell to their sides.
“You told him already, didn’t you,” my doctor said.
Riza smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes as she nodded.
"Aw! We missed it!” said the nurse.
Before leaving, the nurse said that she would let us have some private time together and would inform us if any surprise visitors showed up.
Three days later I was released from the hospital, still a bit weak, but otherwise healthy. After wheeling me...
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