A week passed with no contact from Karyn. I couldn't stop thinking about her and about the filthy foot-fetish sex we'd enjoyed on her kitchen table. I'd had a scary thought, though, on the morning after I'd been sucking her fabulous toes; I'd just fucked a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl without using a condom. The lust of the moment had utterly negated all thought of birth control. I quickly convinced myself that the girl was now pregnant; my cock having dribbled its seed deep within her while I greedily sucked and worshipped her exquisite bare feet. I, of course, withdrew and ejaculated all over her bare feet, but I also remembered the wetness of my dick with pre-cum before it had slipped inside her beautiful young vagina. I also seemed to remember watching the tip of my stiff cock -- glistening with Karyn's copious pussy juice -- releasing stray droplets of cum as I'd desperately tried to hold back my orgasm during our wonderful tabletop fuck. I'd simply wiped it against her splendid teenage anus before gliding blissfully back inside that boiling, smooth orifice between her thighs.
I began to worry.
"You seem quieter than usual," Melissa commented. She was heading for a night out with office colleagues.
"Hmm?" I absent-mindedly responded, wondering how to break the news that I was now the father of another woman's child. "Oh, uh... just busy with work. Bit preoccupied."
She shook her head, pulling on her jacket to leave.
"It's Friday night," she replied. "Have a drink and watch a movie like a normal guy."
She smiled. I still loved her smile. I still loved her, despite the lack of physical intimacy in our marriage.
"You're right," I agreed. I sighed and stretched, adding a yawn for good measure. I stood from the dining room table, closing my laptop screen.
A car horn sounded outside.
"That's my cab," Melissa said. "I shouldn't be late. It's just Hannah, Linda and Siobhan tonight so dinner and drinks in town."
"Enjoy yourself," I said, somewhat jealous I wasn't included although Melissa's work colleagues made me want to puke. I had met them all six months ago at a party; Hannah was devoid of personality, Linda was an old troll who did nothing but complain, and Siobhan talked about nothing but her divorce and her hatred of men.
Divorce. That would be the best-case scenario for me when Melissa inevitably finds out about Karyn.
The front door closed behind Melissa. I intended to do what she said -- pour a drink and try to turn my brain off for as long as I could. I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and sat down in the living room, reaching for the T.V. remote.
Just as I was about to take a swig of beer, I heard my phone ringing. I'd left it sitting on the dining room table!
Fuck, I thought to myself. I leapt off the couch and darted through to where I'd previously been working. George was supposed to call me tonight with details of a meeting I was supposed to attend in a few days. This call was most likely from him and I didn't want to miss it.
I looked at the brightly lit screen of my ringing phone. It was Karyn. She was FaceTiming me, no doubt to demand child support, immediate full disclosure to my wife and to schedule parenting classes.
I quickly tapped the green 'pick-up' icon.
"Hey!" I said. Her image appeared on my screen. I could only see her from her shoulders upwards, which were bare. She didn't appear to be wearing a shirt.
"Hey yourself!" she replied, smiling. "How are you?"
How do I answer this, I thought to myself?
"I'm.." I started. "I'm a little worried, actually."
"Worried?" Karyn replied. She appeared to be sitting upright on her bed, her blonde hair in a ponytail which rested against the side of her neck. "Worried about what?"
"Well," I replied, "I don't know, it's just that... well, we had sex without a condom last week. I'm worried I've got you pregnant."
Karyn let out a laugh, the phone shaking in her hand.
