It took Maria some time to get her life in order after Greg broke up with her. They'd been living together, so he had to stop by to move out his things, she had to sign a new lease, all of that. Once she got past shock and the raw disappointment of the situation, she no longer felt an urge to patch things up whenever she saw him. She recognized now that he was right. They were growing apart and incompatible; she'd known that before he left, though she'd hoped it wasn't true, and tried so hard to make it work.
Greg thought she wanted a child, and he didn't. "Want" was a simplistic word for the situation. For a long time, Maria hadn't wanted children at all, but her visions showed her that she would have a child, and not with Greg. That was fact, future fact though it was. She wasn't sure she could change it, and wasn't sure she should even try. She'd been struggling with that fact for long enough that she'd comes to terms with it. By now, she'd seen enough of that future ahead of her to not be afraid of it anymore.
She'd hoped to at least wait until she was thirty to have her child. She and her college friends all said that was their plan, but it felt like Maria was the last one standing at 29. But now freshly single again, she realized that as she reentered the dating pool, she had to be looking for someone to be with when she was thirty, and hopefully the years beyond. She had to be looking for a guy with a different stance on reproduction than Greg's absolutely-not.
Her visions had shown her the moment of conception. She'd gotten this vision multiple times actually, and even in between, she replayed the memory of it, often while trying to get herself off, and so she had memorized every detail of it.
She was on a bed, her head resting on a pillow, her hips angled up behind her. She could feel an erection inside her, firm and throbbing. The sensitive nerves of her vagina could feel every contour of it, as her walls squeezed down on it. She was close to her own climax, but there was something particular that would put her over the top. And from the way the mystery man's thrusts lost their rhythm, he was close too. He slowed, minimizing his movement inside her, trying to drag this out just a little longer.
"Do it," she said. "Cum inside me! Knock me up!"
Whether it was her command, or his own desire in line with hers, he very soon swelled up inside of her. She could feel his hardness, his girth reach its apex. The seed that would impregnate her was already on its way. She let out a first choking sob of pleasure in that anticipatory moment, before it even reached her. His hands on her hips gripped her tight, as he drove himself deep inside her one more time, one final time, and held himself there, with all his strength. Her mystery man wasn't making a mistake. He knew what it would mean when he ejaculated in her vagina, and he actively chose it. He wanted to breed her. She matched him, pushing her hips back to hold him there, as deep as he could reach. Where his sperm would have the shortest possible trek to her egg. She wanted this too. Just a year ago it would have been inconceivable, but now she was welcoming conception inside herself. She was begging for it.
Then, just when she was starting to feel impatient, the floodgates opened. Her mystery man let go with a deep, loud grunt. She felt his hot, sticky semen coat her innermost recesses. This pushed her over the edge and then some. Her vaginal muscles clenched down on him in a roiling, milking motion. Her lungs couldn't get a full breath. She was on the edge of blacking out, when she felt him swell again, and--
That was where it always ended. Often she would come back to reality and feel her vagina still grasping for a cock that wasn't there, still hungry for seed that wasn't being pumped into her, but the orgasm very, very real. The repetition of this vision was giving her the sense that it was impending.
On one of these nights alone, in a feverish state of arousal, Maria set up a new dating profile. She was going to meet her baby daddy. She needed to meet her baby daddy. And as her visions showed her, she would meet him, whoever he was. Her hands shook as she typed out her desires. That she wasn't on birth control, that she was planning to get pregnant. She deleted it, embarrassed about making this stuff public, but then she typed it out again. The man she was after, he would need to know these things about her. He would need to accept them. He would need to want them. And it turned her on to put these desires--that she had kept secret for so long, even from herself--into writing, and know that the next man she'd fuck would know all this about her.
The next morning, messages started rolling in.
"I'm going to knock you up just like my other baby mommas."
"I'll use you as my cum dumpster until you grow big and round!"
"After I've claimed you, I'll be back every nine months to keep you pregnant forever."
The messages frightened her and turned her on. She was tempted and repulsed. Her imagination ran wild with the idea of letting these men use her like they wanted to. What if one of them was her destiny?
But on reflection, she didn't trust any of these men, certainly didn't trust them to stick around and raise a child with her. The visions hadn't shown her who the father would be, didn't show him helping out with her daughter, but they also didn't necessarily show her that she'd be doing it all alone.
So Maria deleted those messages, and deleted the explicit stuff from her dating profile. Instead, all she said on the topic was, "I'm planning to have children. You should be someone who wants children too."
Even putting those words on there got her hot and bothered; it was such a departure from who she thought she was, and who she claimed she was with Greg. This was sure to filter out more dead-end relationships like that one. It surprised herself how important this had become to her by now.
The responses came in eventually, but it was more of a trickle. Maria realized that for the most part, guys her age who wanted kids were off raising them by now. Guys who were back in the dating pool now were mostly resistant to commitment, paying child support already, or had just gone through something complicated and traumatic that disrupted what they had before. Or all of the above.
She went on a string of first dates, but didn't end up going home with any of them. After all, she wasn't on birth control, and last she checked, she was still very allergic to latex. A lot of these guys turned out to not be a good match at all. Others lost interest when she insisted on taking things slow.
And then there was Chris. He was a kind, gentle, good-humored man. Tall, with a scratchy beard. He was the only person who seemed to be taking this as seriously as she did, the only one who was looking for the same thing she was.
He didn't try to hide his past; he'd been married before, to a woman named Rachel. They'd been planning to have children, but she was putting it off for a little while. And then she told him she was pregnant! It should have been great news for the both of them. Except there was a big catch. She'd been having an affair. The baby, she said, was not his. Chris left his wife; he was conflicted about leaving her while she was pregnant, but she hadn't seemed concerned about that at all. Chris still wanted all the same things as before--a wife, a child--but not with Rachel. Not a child that wasn't his.
Maria liked being around Chris. On their third date, she made out with him, and felt herself getting quickly aroused, but she felt like it was too soon to go all the way.
"I'm not on birth control," she gasped, as she felt his hands on her breasts.
The fire this lit in his eyes wasn't subtle, but he maintained control. "Thinking a few steps ahead, aren't you?"
