She was nervous to ask him. Though him and her husband been friends since childhood the whole idea of coming to him behind her husbands back made her stomach queasy. Nichelle stood in front of his door and paused.
"This is wrong," she said aloud to herself.
Nichelle was about to walk away but suddenly the door opened.
Karim opened the door and jumped, completely startled by Nichelle standing there biting her lip.
"Hey are you ok," he asked softly. He opened the door wider so she could walk in. "I was just about to go play some ball with your boy."
Nichelle didn't respond. She didn't even look his way.
"Nichelle, are you alright?"
He looked at the nervous woman he come to love like family. No one ever managed to make his friend happy like Nichelle did. At first he was a little jealous when his friend told him he was getting married. Once he met Nichelle he could tell why. She wasn't a slim sista. She had nice curves about her, thick thighs, small waist and big titties. If she was a dancer at the clubs, she could easily make a grand a night. She was one of the most intelligent women he ever knew. For a while he actually had a secret crush on her. When she finally spoke, he let out a gasp.
"I want you to help me have a baby."
"Nichelle!" Karim sputtered.
He finally closed the door when she turned around to look at him. He could tell she was serious. He followed her to the den. He walked as though he didn't know where his own den was.
"I didn't mean for it to come out like that," Nichelle apologized as she took off her leather coat.
Karim looked at her closely. He loved the way she dressed. Tight low cut tee shirts tucked into her blue jeans. Her high heel ankle boots almost made her 5'9" which was close to his height. Once when Karim and her husband Victor were drinking, he let it slip out that his wife was a 38D. Karim thought they were a little bigger than that. He shifted in his seat as he awaited her to continue.
"You know for several years Victor and I have been trying to conceive."
"Yeah, I know," he sighed as he thought of his four kids none of which lived with him. He preferred to visit them once a month and pay money rather than having some kids mess up his house. "Victor told me about treatments or something. Do you guys need money?"
"No," she sighed before looking at him.
He gave her a blank stare. She could tell he didn't have a clue.
"I thought that maybe you could help." She started to fidget again as she tried to speak. "I mean you and Victor look alike. . ."
"Oh hell no," he practically yelled as he stood up. "Does your husband know you're over here?"
"No Karim and you can't tell him," she begged as she walked over to him. Nichelle touched his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I can't do it anymore, Karim. I can't do another treatment. I'm tired of going to the doctors to hear that the treatment didn't work or the sperm count is still too low."
For a split moment he imagined his friend fucking the woman who was in his home begging for help. He quickly shook his head no. She started to plead with him again.
"Please. He has too much pride to ask you. The doctor told us his sperm count may be too low for us to conceive, and I have once more to try. Besides you said if there was anything you can do to help. . ."
"Yeah money wise not by using my dick! I'm not about to fuck my best friends wife," he laughed in disbelief. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink.
"We don't have to have sex." She walked over to her purse and pulled out a cup. "I don't need that much."
Karim looked at the cup and laughed. He hadn't been with a female in over a month. He could easily fill that cup within minutes. He never had seen this side of Nichelle. She was always the take charge type and now he just noticed a vulnerable woman in front of him.
Karim poured himself another drink.
"So let me get this straight. You want to pass my child off as Victor's child?"
She glanced at him for a moment. Before she came over, she thought it was a good idea. Nichelle even talked to the doctor about sperm donation. She knew it would work. They both have the same features, dark chocolate skin that looks sweet, chinky light brown eyes and a body that look like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. They even shared the same Kappa Alpha Psi brand on their arm. Over the years she had seen people ask if they were twins. Now when Karim said it out loud, it did sound foolish. "I just don't know what to do anymore," she whispered loud enough for him to hear.
When she sat back down, Karim sat next to her and started to call Victor.
"Oh God, please no," she begged.
She was about to get up but he took her hand making her sit back down.
"Hey man," Karim said. She could hear Victor cursing him out for being late, "I know I just got called into work." He looked over at Nichelle and continued. "An important assignment just landed in my lap."
He talked a moment longer and hung up.
"Thank you," she finally said softly.
"He must never know, Nichelle," he warned. "If you ever say anything, I will deny it."
He slowly took the cup and looked at it. After looking at Nichelle, he felt the need to get off.
"Um, if you need material," Nichelle started to dig in her purse. "I didn't know exactly what to get. Here's the latest Black Tails and a few movies I picked up, and I have KY."
"Damn woman, you always have to take control don't you," he laughed standing up. "I got my own movies and KY. Just watch TV or something."
Karim got up and headed to the bedroom. He turned back around and walked back over to her and snatched the magazine from her hands.
Nichelle was too nervous to turn on the television. For a moment she imagined what Karim was doing. She tried to picture him with his dick in his hands slowly stroking it. The thought made her shift in her seat. She loved making love with her husband, but since they have been trying to have a baby sex was just that, sex. It was so routine that Nichelle no longer enjoyed it. Victor would fuck her in hopes of her getting pregnant and then roll over to go to sleep. He even stopped showing affection.
Nichelle got up and walked down the hall towards the bathroom. Karim didn't close the door all the way, and she could see him sitting on his bed. His back was turned but the full length mirror in front of him showed everything. Nichelle let out a short gasp and quickly covered her mouth. She never watched a man stroke his dick before. Not even her husband. She looked away for a moment as she debated with herself to watch. She was so mesmerized by what she saw; she knew she couldn't tear herself away.
Karim glanced up and saw Nichelle's silhouette through the crack of the door. His house was getting old, and he didn't bother to water the foundation, therefore none of the doors closed. Karim didn't mind her looking. He actually thought it was a turn on. Karim loved to watch and to be watched. One thing he was proud of was the size of his dick. Every time he fucked a woman he would smile when he saw that same familiar facial expression when his dick starts to go in, a look of shock followed by pure bliss.
He opened his legs wider and let out a soft moan for her pleasure. Knowing she was staring at him made his 10 inch dick feel like it grew another inch. Nichelle watched as he took his other hand and gently caressed his balls.
"Mmm that feels good," he moaned loud enough for her to hear.
The faster he stroked his dick, the wetter Nichelle felt. She slowly played with her left nipple and bit her lip. Karim glanced at her before letting out another moan. She never knew a man to moan that way not even Victor. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to relieve the ache her pussy was now feeling. When she licked her lips the guilt went away from watching.
From a distance he looked about the same size as Victor, maybe an inch or so bigger and definitely wider. When Karim heard her suck in her breath, he felt close to cumming.
"Ohhh fuck," he quickly grabbed the cup and stood up.
Some of the cum landed on the floor and bed, but as hard as his dick was he managed to fill it up to the line she pointed to earlier. Nichelle held her breath as she watched him cum. She never saw anyone cum so much. Suddenly she went and slammed the bathroom door shut. She leaned on the door trying to control her breathing. Her heart was racing and she felt like she just finish running around the block. Not even Victor turned her on that much during their honeymoon. She took a deep breath before opening the door.
"Shit," she gasped.
Karim was standing in front of her with the cup in his hand. She noticed he changed into his robe.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he apologized.
"It's ok, I should be going. I have thirty minutes to deliver this to the doctor's office."
Karim noticed the goose bumps on her arms as soon as she touched the warm cup. The only thing Nichelle could think of was the moment Karim came in the cup. The expression on his face was so sexy. She thought he was attractive before but at that moment she saw him in a different light. There was no way in hell she could look at this man again and not think of how sexy he looks when he starts to cum.
"Nichelle!" Karim yelled. It was too late.
"Oh my God!" She got down on her knees. She was so into her fantasy that she dropped the cup. Karim watched as she tried to scoop his cum back into the cup. He felt his dick stir watching her touch his cum and seeing it all over her fingers. He reached for a towel in the bathroom and tried to help her.
"It's ruined," she said softly before looking at him. Karim noticed a few tears on her cheeks. She leaned her head back and laughed. "I guess I look stupid down here trying to save your little soldiers."
"It's ok. . ."
"No it's not, Karim,"
She stood up and washed her hands and then the contents of the cup as she continued, "This was the only cup I had. The doctor's office closes soon. I can't use this cup again, and the earliest appointment I can get is next week and by then it will be too late because I'm at the height of my fertility."
When she looked at Karim, he looked back at her with a blank stare. The same stare her husband gives her when she starts to ramble.
"I'm sorry for, for wasting your time Karim."
When she started to walk past him, he stopped her.
