The Ex-Mermaid, Chapter 4
Author's Note:
Thanks for your votes and feedback. I've had more fun writing Maria, and exploring her background. I'm continuing the gimmick of mostly narrating from Maria's POV, except when our lovers are separated.
This chapter begins Wednesday morning, and covers their birth control visit, menstruation, and Maria's mom. Lots of plot, spiced with a very little sex.
There's a fairly long, non-sexy part about their visit to Planned Parenthood. That's there for those readers who might benefit from it. If it doesn't work for you, skip ahead. It's mostly there for plot reasons, and you won't miss any steamy stuff. The plot-relevant part is "Maria goes to planned parenthood". Also, this is 100% fiction. It's all made up, characters don't exist, etcetera. The clinic is equally fictional, and this is an idealized visit. Real clinics aren't all like that.
Thank you for reading. I welcome any feedback, whether about my writing, the characters, or the sex scenes. Or even the jokes, if you're merciful.
Mike and I woke at the sound of my alarm. We took turns in the bathroom, and I heard Mike starting the shower. He left the door open as he got in, which I took as an invitation. I went in, and brushed my teeth, nude. I could see Mike's body, blurred, through the shower curtain. He was washing his hair, and after he rinsed he saw me standing there.
He slid the shower curtain back a bit. "Good morning, love. I'll be out in a few minutes."
"No you won't". I turned and stepped into the tub with him. "Mike, we can't have sex this morning. The planned parenthood scheduler said to abstain for twelve hours before the appointment, which is at two."
"Okay. I hope I can make it half a day." He began soaping my breasts. My nipples were going to be cleaner than my armpits.
"You don't need to. Just no intercourse or penetration". To prove my point, I slid a soaped-up hand to his stiffening penis and slid up and down. "I've been fantasizing about shower sex for days, but worried it would interfere with the condom's effectiveness. So let me play a little, here." Mike held me tight and we began making out, standing therein the shower and sliding our wet naked bodies against each other. It was amazing and fun, but I broke it off before he orgasmed.
"Rinse off, and come back to bed." Since I hadn't been in long enough to wet my hair, and had been closer to the spray anyway, I was faster at rinsing. I got out and grabbed a towel before heading for bed, letting Mike finish in the shower.
He came out soon, with a towel around his waist and the head of his erection poking out. It reminded me of the goofy little meerkat from Lion King, and I giggled. Mike looked down and caught on.
"Well, it was this way", he gestured at his cock, "or this way." He loosened the towel and (uncomfortably, I could tell) bent his erection downwards to pin it under the towel. That made the towel poke out, as his penis was bent almost straight forward but still quite stiff.
I laughed, and said, "No towel. C'mere."
Mike let go and the towel hung on his dick for a couple seconds before its weight made it slip off. His beautiful penis sprang back up, bouncing a couple times. Mike stepped toward me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I stroked his shaft, then licked his urethra all the way up. He tasted only a little tiny bit of soap, mostly of Mike. I held his shaft in my right hand and took him into my mouth. My left hand grabbed his butt-cheek so I could pull him to me. Mike stepped forward and stood between my open knees. I traced the outline of his glans and up the seam to his urethra. His head swelled in my mouth, becoming very firm and almost textured at the tip. I continued swirling, causing the pre-orgasm contractions I'd felt before.
"Ohh, Maria, that's great. I'm going to come very soon. Where?"
In answer, I bobbed my head up and down a few times along his shaft before taking it out. "Mouth. Baseline." I plunged back on to him, moaning as I did so. Mike had a hand on each breast and was circling my nipples. I felt his pleasure at that, and remembered back a million years ago to Friday night, when I had made him come by vibrating his cock with my moans. I slid back a little bit and held him while I hummed deep notes around his head. I slid my right hand up and down his slippery shaft, and my left cupped around his balls. I gently stroked the wrinkly skin (no squishing!) and felt the contractions as he began to climax.
I took three pumps of warm, slightly salty semen, then a few less vigorous pulses. I held it, and Mike, in my mouth until he was finished. Like when I'd tasted it before, it was just a little earthy, like a fresh-cut raw mushroom, and slightly salty. The texture was sort of viscous and slimy, but not stringy like the mucus I produced so copiously when my hay-fever was acting up.
I swallowed, and licked him clean. "There. Baseline information. This weekend we're going to be testing the pineapple theory." I got up and started dressing, not wanting to be late for work when I already was taking the afternoon off. I was pretty turned on from the morning, but was going to let it fade.
"Happy to help," grinned Mike. "Want me to pick you up at work? I have classes that end at noon, so we can maybe get lunch first." He began putting his clothes on too.
"That would be nice, Mike." I told him where to go, and he said he'd see me about twelve-thirty. That would give us time for a quick lunch before we went. "I am a touch nervous, but I know your being there will help."
"Okay, deal. Let's get breakfast and especially coffee."
"Yeah. I may have already eaten, but I still want my oatmeal for second breakfast."
"You know about 'second breakfast' then."
"From
Lord of the Rings
? Sure."
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The morning passed quickly at work, since I dived in and got into flow mode quickly. At twelve-twenty, my phone buzzed with Mike's text. I went downstairs to where he was parked, and we drove to a little diner down the street from the Planned Parenthood. I could see people milling around outside, and knew it was protestors. We'd have to run the gauntlet. I was more glad than ever to have Mike supporting me.
We ate and decided it was just as easy to walk as it would be to drive. It meant we didn't have to find another parking spot, or face the crowds in the parking lot. I knew there would be crowds there, since the Catholic Church I had attended as a kid had an active circle of busybodies who picketed sometimes.
I paid, since Mike's TA income was pretty meager. I looked at him and he must have sensed my nervousness.
"We got this, Maria. I am here with you, and I'll support you."
"I know, and I appreciate you so much. Thank you." We kissed, then I took his hand and we walked up to the clinic.
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"Don't kill your baby!" "Shame!" "Harlot!". The picketers were screaming at us. Fortunately, there were volunteer escorts who kept them at the legally required distance, so we got in with nothing more than insults hurled at us. Once we got into the lobby, Mike gave me a reassuring hug.
"I've never heard 'harlot' used seriously like that. How old was that guy, anyway?"
"Don't worry about it, folks. That geezer's there all the time. He's annoying but harmless." The check-in desk was staffed by a cheerful, forty-something black woman with a name tag that just said Jane. "Names?"
Her happy demeanor compensated for the bitterness outside, but there was a thick plexiglass window around the counter, like a convenience store in a bad neighborhood. "Maria Quigley, two o'clock."
"Mike O'Connor."
"You're with her?" Mike nodded. Jane handed us each a clipboard and said, "the waiting room is down the hall. Fill these out and somebody will get you soon."
