Sperm donor is dominated by two women ch. 1
An older lesbian couple milks a young college guy
Lesbian couple seeks sperm donor
. The title of the Craigslist posting seemed straight forward enough.
Afterall, this was Massachusetts!
I clicked on the link and began reading the details. A lesbian couple in their 30s was seeking a good-looking, educated, white male between the ages of 24 and 40 with good genes and no history of chronic family illnesses. They weren't offering any financial compensation but were merely hoping to find a good Samaritan.
After reading the brief details in the posting, I decided to reply and see what happened. Within a few hours, I got a reply from a woman named Becky. She asked me a few questions about my personal health and about any history of family illnesses. She also requested one recent picture. I obliged her and after a few emails back and forth we exchanged phone numbers. Over the next couple of weeks, I had a few phone conversations with Becky. Although I met the criteria that Becky and her wife were looking for in a donor, she explained that she was hesitant to move forward with me because I was a college student and, being 21 years old, I was younger than their preferred age range. I assured her I'd sign whatever release agreement they drew up and forsake all future claims to the child or any monetary compensation.
Finally, Becky agreed and we made arrangements to meet up so I could provide the sperm donation. I would meet on a Saturday afternoon in two weeks. I was instructed to avoid alcohol and, most importantly, avoid masturbating for at least four days prior to making the donation.
Not thinking anything of it, I agreed to meet at the couple's house in Palmer, a small rural town east of Springfield, Massachusetts about a two-hour drive from Boston. As I drove there, I tried to envision what the process would entail. I had visions of those comedic teen movies where the guy goes into a room with porn magazines and calls a nurse for assistance. As I drove, I began to get horny. I hadn't masturbated in four days and I was looking forward to a good release.
After driving for nearly two hours, my GPS indicated I was approaching the house. I drove down a rural road eventually coming upon a medium sized Cape Cod style home with nice landscaping and a well-kept lawn. I chuckled when I noticed the Subaru Outback station wagon parked in the driveway -- the quintessential yuppie car. After parking, I composed myself and got out of the car. As I walked up the path towards the front door, I began to feel a combination of anxiety and excitement. It was a bright and sunny day and I could hear birds chirping. I knocked on the front door and after a few seconds, a cute brunette in her mid-30s came to the door. My first impression of her was that she resembled the actress Jennifer Garner and had a "girl next door" attractiveness to her.
"You must be Ben," she said with a smile.
I nodded and smiled back.
"I'm Becky," she said as she held out her hand and we shook hands.
She then ushered me inside of her house.
"Why don't you come sit down?" Becky said as she walked towards the living room.
As I walked through the house, I admired the contemporary furnishings and classic wood floors.
When we reached the living room, Becky and I sat down across from one another on two nice couches.
"I made some fresh lemonade. Would you like some?" Becky asked.
"Sure," I replied.
Becky then got up and left the room. As I sat in the living room, I studied some of the pictures on the walls. I was about Becky's wife because up till now, she hadn't been involved in the process at all.
A few minutes later, Becky returned with a glass of lemonade and a few papers.
She put the glass down on a coaster on the table next to me.
"Thank you," I said as I slowly picked up the glass.
"So how was the drive from Boston?" she asked as she sat back down.
"Not bad. Not much traffic," I replied.
Becky nodded.
