There was one or two more pieces of the puzzle I needed to flesh out a bit.
Nancy was asleep and I went to work. First was the plentiful emails with Kitty. Kitty didn't know I was Nancy's step-son, only that I'm twenty years her junior and recently in college. She knows Nancy adores me.
Here's what I wanted to find out.
Nancy eventually wants to feel my cum inside of her. Not necessarily to get pregnant, but to feel like a woman. Nancy nor Kitty (both about the same age) are not on birth control, but there's some kind of discussion out there on the net by women in their mid forties who aren't on birth control and want their men to fuck them naturally. Throwing caution to the wind, not caring if they get pregnant.
It was midnight here and I went to the garage to call my buddy.
"Hi Matt, how are you?"
"Great man. You don't usually call at midnight."
Matt lives in the San Francisco area.
"Yeah, but I want to catch up and curious about some drugs".
We must have spent 45 minutes reminiscing, catching up on lost time and just plain having a good time before I got to the heart of the matter.
"I know you man, you always save your most important questions for last". Matt said half joking.
"OK, OK. What do you know about male birth control drugs."
"Are you snooping around my computer." we laughed.
"Why do you ask," he continued?
"I'm dating a woman, she's more excited by having unprotected sex and not on birth control."
"Ohhhh do tell."
"She's eighteen years my senior," I lied to protect Nancy/me, "and horny as all get out."
"A forty something year old in heat who wants your baby, how hot is that," Matt said.
"That's it, except it's not about getting pregnant for her. It's all about the excitement while having sex."
"I think I'm getting the picture," Matt queried.
"What do you know," I asked?
"Well you came to the right place."
"And?"
"And you know I was the lead on creating the juvenile arthritis drug."
"Right."
"Well they let me do pretty much whatever I want to do here."
"And?"
"And I've created a male birth control drug that they don't want to bring to market."
"Why not?"
"Well how about politics, money, religion and controversy to name a few."
"Oh."
"Yeah, this company makes so much friggin' money they don't want the negative PR."
"And the drug?"
"Well it was relatively easy to create."
"How so?"
"It's based on a healthy fertile man versus a healthy infertile one?"
"A healthy infertile one," I postured?
"Yes a healthy infertile one doesn't have STD's, infection's or retrograde ejaculations. A healthy infertile one has a low sperm count and typically his fishy's don't swim right," Matt said laughing. "It could be a bunch of reasons, but again the key here is a healthy fertile one vs. a healthy infertile one."
"I think I'm getting it."
"My program is to make a healthy fertile male temporarily infertile."
"How temporary?"
"After his final dose, about four to six weeks."
"What's your success rate?"
"The company pulled the plug after 2,000 trials with no pregnancy's and no after or side affects. I hit the mark on this. We've got plenty of pills left over. It's very expensive to make these pills."
"Aren't all these trials expensive? Matt you always hit the mark!"
"Yes, I'm a humble servant," he chuckled. "However, this drug has to account for blood types and pH levels. However the pH levels can be adjusted with foods and vitamins."
"So four different pills?"
No, eight different pills, silly."
"Eight?"
"Did you forget positive and negative."
"I did. I understand now why so expensive."
"Right."
"Can I get a regimen?"
"The company will eventually destroy most of the inventory. I can send you
enough for about eight years worth and four starter packs of medicine. What is your blood type"?
"AB-."
"No wonder you're such a rare bird."
"What do I need to know here."
"Well the medicine needs to be refrigerated. You use a starter pack with one pill every day for seven days and then what's in the bottle for once a week thereafter. You need to take it at the same time every evening before bed. It takes six weeks to be fully effective. The medicine will increase your semen by three to four times, thereby decreasing the sperm count. Also make sure your pH balance is neutral. Any questions?"
"I don't think so, but I know where to find you. Thanks."
We chatted a few more minutes and said good night. I told you Matt is a genius. Interesting the company is putting the kibosh on this, probably worth billions.
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I opened Nancy's next entry into her fantasy writing and well it keeps getting better.
Yumi and her sister Akira were close. Yumi is much more introverted and definitely a creative type. Akira being eleven years older has always been more daring, marrying a foreigner, who dropped it all to move back to his native Italy. He left his son Haruto, never contacting him since, from a previous relationship with Akira four years ago. Haruto and Yumi have always had some kind of connection through their drawing and introverted nature.
Akira, who is forty two has been thinking about moving to the US for several months, but knows it'd be a disaster for Haruto to move. Also, Akira was never much of a mother to Haruto, who is nineteen now and getting ready for his third year in college, here in Tokyo. Akira told Yumi about the dilemma and to get guidance. Yumi thought Haruto would probably live with his college buddies. However he's understandably very shy around people.
Akira asked Yumi if Haruto could stay with her for a long weekend while Akira and her boyfriend went up north for some rest and relaxation. Yumi said it was no problem.
Yumi never paid much attention to Haruto's shyness till then. But they even had more to do together while each posed for the others art during the weekend. When it was time to leave Yumi and Haruto hugged with a nice familial embrace and no awkwardness.
Yumi now thought more about Haruto coming to live with her. Yumi, a very attractive woman didn't enjoyed being around men much. She has her own business as an artist for her online gallery, never needing to leave the confines of her apartment much. Mentally she considered how the process would work having Haruto with her. She'd have to clear out a room now used for storage for him to live there. After a few weeks of cleaning and rearranging she was ready.
"I've made a decision," Yumi stated.
"What's that," Akira asked?
"I'll take Haruto in, if he wants to live here."
"Huh?"
"You heard me."
"I wasn't trying to place him with you, just looking for feedback on what to do," Akira responded.
"Well, now you can relax and it will work out fine."
"I wasn't expecting this?"
"Neither was I, however it'll be good for all three of us."
"How's that?"
"Haruto and I both need to come out of our shells."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure."
"OK, I'll see how he feels about it."
Later that evening Akira asked Haruto if he'd be interested in staying with Yumi through the end of college. He thought deliberately, as always and said that it'd be a good fit. Akira started to see the connection and she was more relaxed now that this issue seemed settled. Not that she didn't care about Haruto, but he wasn't her biological child and her mind was always somewhere else.
A month later Akira moved to the US and Haruto moved in with Yumi.
Haruto was somewhat complicated for many to understand, but not to Yumi. She had an intrinsic sense about his needs. He studied robotics with a specialty in motor and articulation functions. His computer was filled with algorithmic formulas and fascinating drawings. He could make certain parts of the mechanical arms and legs rotate in a 360 circle without being ruined by the motion. He was way more advanced then the others in his class.
Yumi's drawings were pure art. Her integration of hand and computer projects were seamless. Companies and individuals alike bought her pieces. Her attention to detail was priceless as was the nuanced approach she was an artist in the true sense of the word.
Yumi and Haruto said few words to each other, but whatever was said always had a deeper meaning.
Yumi was beautiful in mind, body and spirit.
She has wide hips unlike most asian women. Her face is very pleasing to look at and her breasts are not over or under sized. Maybe a bit more then a hand full.
Haruto tried hard not to stare at her.
A month later she had mistakenly left the shower door open a crack and he just happened to be walking by. He was frozen in his steps looking at her naked body with water glistening off her golden skin.
"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh," he quietly grunted, as a copious ejaculation drenched his shorts without his even touching himself. Haruto quickly ran to his room to change, leaving before she turned around to notice.
That night the rain, thunder and lightning was intense. Like a child he asked if he could stay with her. Yumi was fine with that. Wearing a full night gown wouldn't make him excited, she thought. Yumi was awaked with Haruto's soft grunting, then she got up to go to the bathroom and noticed the backside of her gown had a huge wet spot. Haruto was sound asleep when she returned. Yumi began to wonder.
She decided to try a different tack. A few nights later having a quiet dinner Yumi broke the silence.
"What are your goals Haruto," she asked?
"What do you mean?"
"What are your life goals?"
"Well...I'm going to finish school and get a job."
