"Before we begin, Ms. Keaton, please allow me to express my condolences for your loss. Your father was a great man; I knew him very well." Jacob was our lawyer, but he could have easily been mistaken for the undertaker. He was tall and thin, with a shockingly pale complexion and deep set eyes. As usual for him, he wore all black. I supposed that it was fitting for once.
"It's Jennifer, please," I replied, appropriately somber.
"Yes, of course. Jennifer. As you know, you stand to inherit a very considerable sum from your father's estate..."
I nodded, trying not to seem too eager. We had never really been very close, my father and I, so I wasn't nearly as heartbroken as I was trying to let on. I wanted to miss him- there just wasn't much to miss. "Yes, I know," I replied. He was a very wealthy man, and I was his only surviving heir.
Jacob stared at me for a long time, as though he was trying to come up with the difficult words that he was searching for. That was unusual for him- he was generally extremely straightforward and never at a loss. "There is, however, just one provision. And I'm afraid it's quite binding. You see, your father wanted to ensure that the family line was preserved- that a male child would be born and keep his last name. It was very important to him, and-"
"He wants me to get pregnant?" I gasped. I couldn't believe what I was hearing; but, at the same time, it sounded like something Father would do. He was always talking about his legacy and his lineage. I always felt as though he was disappointed that he had a daughter instead of a son, and that my only saving grace was that I could someday have a son of my own. Of course that would preserve the bloodline, but not the name. It seemed that my father found a way around that, however.
Jacob pushed his thin-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose, and glanced at my father's will. "And give birth, yes. He was very specific on that point." Jacob didn't look the least bit uncomfortable by this news, but I was sure that I was bright-red by the point. I guessed that this wasn't the most unusual request that he had conveyed. "If," he continued, "after sixty days you can't medically confirm insemination, the entire inheritance will be left to various charities, outlined in your father's will."
"What if it's a girl?" I ask.
"Then you'll be granted an extension, to try again. But you won't receive the inheritance until the correct gender is confirmed." That was Jacob; always so formal, always unfazed.
I'm sure there was more, but I could hardly pay attention to what he was saying. It wasn't that it was shocking, but I still felt numbed by it all. It wasn't because I was angry or upset, but because it was a lot to take in, in a short period of time. I had a choice to make, and either way my life would be changed forever.
So of course I chose the money. But there was no reason I couldn't enjoy myself in the meantime. Daddy would get the male child that we wanted to carry on the bloodline and the family name albeit posthumously, and I would get enough money to last for several lifetimes. I was just making the best of the situation.
I was shaking when I made my way to Mike's door. We had been friends and neighbors for years, and he was the first to come to mind as I hatched my little plan. He opened it before I could knock (or before I could chicken out, for that matter), surprising himself as much as he surprised me.
"Jenn! Hi. I was just heading out; you need somethin'?" His voice was tinged with his Jamaican heritage, as was his skin. He was absolutely gorgeous, and I always suspected that he thought the same about me. I guess I'd find out soon enough.
"Hi, Mike," I smiled nervously, my eyes looking anywhere but into his own. I didn't want to get drawn into their depths- it was bad enough that I was about to ask him for sex, like I was some slut or something; I didn't want to confuse my excitement with love. Given his looks, I imagined that would have been easier than I would like. "Are you heading out? I can come back later," I mumbled, backing away. This wasn't as easy as I had thought it would be.
"No, it's fine," he smiled, going back into the house and holding the door for me for follow him inside. "I was just on my way to the gym, but it can wait. Looks like you got something on your mind."
Maybe you'll get a workout after all, I thought wryly. At least my internal monolog was confident and collected, even if I wasn't. I started to tell him about my father's death, but I stopped myself. There were much more pressing issues at the moment, and I didn't want him distracted with sympathy or unnecessary condolences. So I decided to just be direct. "Mike," I began. I paused for a moment and took a very deep breath, preparing myself for what I was about to do. "I don't want to get into the details, but... I need a baby. No strings attached."
Mike's jaw dropped. He tried to form words, but only confused sounds came out. Finally, he was able to manage a coherent sentence. "You want me to have sex with you? And get you pregnant?" he asked. I could see the interest in his eyes, which was only partially dulled by his concerns and doubts.
"Yes," I replied, smiling at his discomfort. "Is that a problem?" I batted my eyelids, making my intentions very clear.
"No!" Mike replied without a moment's hesitation. I was a little bit surprised at his eagerness, but I welcomed it.
I smiled inwardly- I could tell that he was hooked; putty in my hands. He wanted me as badly as I needed him. Without another word, I stood and walked towards his bedroom. He followed, very close behind like an eager puppy chasing after his favorite toy. In a way, that wasn't very far off.
I turned around to speak, but instead walked straight into Mike's firm, broad chest. He caught me in a surprise embrace, then pushed me to the bed. There were no words spoken; there were no words needed. He kissed me, his warm lips pressed against mine just like his strong body held me against the bed. It didn't take long for our clothes to come off. He pulled mine off like an animal, tearing my shirt as he pulled before moving his body to pull my shorts down along my legs. He watched as my skin, and then my sheer panties, came into view. He was so lost in his desire, that he didn't notice that I had removed my bra, freeing my breasts and exposing them to him.