Matt’s Dream - Alternate Ending

Authors note: I was planning on ending it here but didn't love how I did so you got the other non-ending chapter instead! I still really liked most of this enough to still share it so here it is. The first little bit is the same as part 4 but only a small amount. Enjoy!

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She avoids Matt afterwards.

Because her plan was one hundred percent successful and she barely thinks about him at all.

Just at night. And during the day. And while she's sucking a lollipop. And-

And not anything else. Because her plan worked. All she needed was a proper fuck session with him and she got it. Problem totally solved.

Which she desperately believes until he turns up at her place one night. Thankfully, Emily is asleep but Stephanie's heart still races.

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you have an idea," he leans against the doorway.

"I said the one night. That's it."

"But do you only want the one night?"

Stephanie sets her jaw stubbornly, "Yes."

"So you're not going to let me in?" He asks while taking a step forward.

"Of course not, are you crazy?" She takes a step back. Because she doesn't want him in her space obviously, not because it'll weaken her resolve. "I said once." He steps forward while she speaks and she steps back.

"You also said you weren't letting me inside," he grins at her and she realises her mistake. He's in the weak light now and she realises his dick is standing straight. She presses her thighs together. "I had a dream about you." He says.

"S-So?" She can't take her eyes away. He steps closer and gently takes her hand away from the door and presses it against his hard dick.

"So, it's your turn to fulfil it." Which is not what she had meant when she said the same thing but the door is clicking shut and the couch is right behind her and it's so easy to lean closer.

He takes her against the couch that night.

And then in the kitchen two days later.

In a closet at the next party and by the pool when everyone else had gone.

He even managed to convince her into his own bed, just the once.

She always forgot to bring up condoms. Never once protested him cuming so deeply inside of her. She blamed it on a million things afterward. The heat of the moment, no one being near them, the fact that he's never had one on before so why would the thought even cross her mind.

Her same mantra as before starts up again but what was meant to finish this has made it something new and much, much harder to stop. It's gotten to the point at night now where her body is so used to-to receiving something that she can't even make herself come anymore. No matter what she uses. She pretends she doesn't understand why, pretends to forget that moment when she couldn't until he did. But it just makes it harder to say no to him. What if she can never make herself come again?

So she lets herself fall for his persuasions again and again. The closet and the pool were so stupid and so hot. He hadn't snuck over in a while and she was so desperate she agreed to a cramped space so close to people. And then again out in the open, even if it was the dead of night. She seemed to be more and more desperate lately. And cravings were hitting her too. For chocolate, and his dick, and peanut butter and tuna slapped together. The last one was weird for her but she didn't question it until a week later.

They had made it back to her bed. The last time had been in his. Something she was never admitting to.

Matt was snoring behind her and she was rummaging around in her bathroom to clean herself up when she saw it.

The pill.

The stupid morning after pill she had bought just-in-case even though it was definitely-never-happening-again. She'd never taken it. Not only that she'd completely forgotten about it.

Her hand went to her stomach in shock. How could that have happened? Sure, Matt took up more of her brain than he should but that should've led to remembering the pill. Or even thinking of getting on the normal one!

How many times had he cum in her? She couldn't remember. He's never cum in her just the once and some encounters could technically be turned into two or three if she was willing to admit it. She isn't. Because she's getting over him.

Her stomach drops as she realises that's not important. No, what's important is how many weeks it's been.

She rushes back into her room and right to the calendar. Her stomach drops further as she has to turn a page to find her markings.

Too many. It had been too many weeks.

Matt slips up behind her. She hadn't heard him get up but his arms wrap around her all the same. He pushes a package into her hand.

"Should I cum in you one more time for good luck?" His dick is hard and he couldn't sound more amused as he looks over her shoulder.

Stephanie looks down at the pregnancy test in her hand.

Oh.

She hadn't really thought it would happen to her.