Chapter 16: Dinner at Colleen's
Colleen was handfeeding me, which I made her do pretty much every lunch. Sometimes I felt a little guilty, but she seemed genuinely happy to do it, all smiles and sweetness - the one time I suggested that I could stop, she got really worried she'd done something wrong, so I just let her keep going with it. It was fun. Like something for just the two of us to do together. "H-hey," she said, as she speared another bit of food. "My mom's working late tonight, so I was thinking, you could come over for dinner? I could cook us something nice... you know, like a romantic evening. N-not if you don't want to, though," she added, hurriedly, ducking her head a little.
"It sounds like a great idea," I told her. I reached across the table, grabbing the hand that wasn't hand-feeding me, giving it a squeeze as I enjoyed another chomp of cut-up chicken patty. "I told you, I'd be happy to be your boyfriend, and a romantic evening is part of that."
"G-good... there's something extra special I have planned, it's a surprise, but I can tell you now? If you don't like surprises?"
"Is it a good surprise?" She flushed and nodded, smiling bashfully. "Then I'll be happy to be surprised, Colleen." She smiled a bit broader at that, offering me up more food - I took it with a hungry bite.
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Colleen's house was nicer than Julia or Mabel's, but not as nice as my family's. A mini-mansion, in the classical sense: two stories, plenty of bedrooms, an entertainment center, a kitchen, a dining room, an office, a living room... you get the idea. More than enough rooms for anything you practically needed a room for, but not so much space that any of the rooms were two stories tall.
She had greeted me at the door. "Hi, come in, hi, love you, hi," she said, clearly a mess of nerves as I stepped inside. "P-please take off your shoes, my mom doesn't want mud tracked in, but I can clean up after you if you want to keep them on," she babbled - I just took off my shoes.
I could smell what she was cooking - it smelled like freshly made pepperoni pizza. It had been my favorite, when I was younger, though I hadn't eaten much lately. It made me feel a bit nostalgic at the smell. "Is it done cooking?"
"Oh, no, I should get back to it, sorry," she said, hurriedly rushing back towards the kitchen, sparing a glance over her shoulder as her ass delightfully bounced with each step, as if to confirm that I wasn't going to be angry. "I'll make some cake when we're done with this, but I forgot your favorite flavor and I'm super sorry about that," she said, almost whimpering the words out, as she called from the kitchen.
I didn't think I'd ever told her my favorite flavor of cake. "Chocolate with plenty of icing, thanks," I told her.
"Got it!" She called back, and I could see her as I stepped into the kitchen, the way she was almost bouncing in place. She was wearing an apron, and a top and a bottom that might as well have been a bra and panty combo - actually, given how tight that top was, the lack of any shoulder straps, it might very well have shown off more. I recognized it from our trip to the mall, it was probably the skimpiest thing we'd bought that could be actually considered 'clothes' rather than 'undergarments.' I sat down at the dining room table and just watched as Colleen cooked, my gaze running from her scrumptious butt to her gorgeous firm round tits, my cock absolutely rock hard in my pants, but I mentally reminded myself that this was a romantic dinner for two.
It wasn't five minutes later that Colleen finally came in with the pizza, placing it down in the center of the table. She'd already set my place. "What do you want to drink? We have flavored water in lime, lemon, and cherry, plus soda, plus regular water, plus milk, plus chocolate milk, and I could make hot cocoa if you want that," she said, looking about ready to keep listing.
"Soda, thanks," I told her, and she practically burst into the kitchen to pour me out a glass, rushing back to put it at my seat. She then settled in across from me, bouncing with nervous energy.
We chatted, as we ate. Mostly, she asked me questions about how things were going with me, with Rachel, with Ms. Mayberry, with Esme. It wasn't a jealous thing, it was more like... she just wanted to know more about how my life was going. Maybe out of genuine interest, maybe just trying to look interested. I tried asking her what she'd been doing lately, but all her answers came back to me. She'd been learning how to make pepperoni pizza since she knew it was my favorite (it wasn't anymore, I liked chicken burritos more nowadays, but I didn't correct her); she'd been trying on all the clothes I'd bought her and trying her best to figure out which ones I'd like best; she'd gone to the eye doctor to get a new prescription to replace her glasses with half-moon ones.
"You don't need to make it out like you do everything for me," I told her. "You can talk about things you do for yourself."
"W-what do you mean?" Colleen asked nervously. "Like what."
"What do you do for fun?"
"H-have sex with you?" Colleen asked, her nerves clearly growing higher. "I send you those s-sexy texts too," she added. "Do those bother you? I can stop if you want me to do something else..."
"No... I just... you have to do something for fun, right?"
"Practicing cooking was fun," she said. "And I like trying on new clothes." I smiled at that. When she put it like that, it sounded less like she was just doing those things for my sake. Obviously if you wanted to make a good impression, it was better to use the skills you were inclined to already. I guess she was just a girly-girl type who liked cooking and clothes. That was perfectly fine with me - I liked seeing her cook, and her pizza was genuinely the best pepperoni pizza I'd ever had in my life.
"Well, if you want to practice cooking, then you could try making some chicken burritos next time," I said, and instantly she pulled out her phone, hurriedly typing away. "Making a note to yourself?"
"Y-yes, sorry for not looking at you, w-well it's an alarm, but that's like a note," she said, as she hurriedly put the phone away. She swallowed loudly. "The pizza is good, right?"
"It is honestly fantastic. You really did an amazing job. I can't wait for the cake." She hopped to her feet, looking ready to go cook, but the pizza wasn't actually finished, including her own. "I don't mean you have to go cook now," I told her, and she quietly settled back into her chair.
"Sorry, sorry, I just want tonight to be really special. I have big, big news, Sam," she said. She paused. "Do you want it now, or after you're done eating?"
"Now is fine," I told her.
"I'm... I'm pregnant," she said, at last, looking almost like she was worried I'd tell her to abort it or something horrible like that.
There was absolutely no way that I would respond that way to her being pregnant, of course. I loved her, even if I couldn't quite bring myself to admit as much. "I'm so happy to hear that, Colleen." She smiled bashfully at my words. "Really. I'm so glad that you're going to be the mother of my child." The mix of my deeply-held affection for Colleen and the situation and her choice of clothing - she'd taken off the apron at some point, leaving her wearing almost-nothing - had me rock hard and deeply aroused, but I didn't want to waste her cooking, so I managed to keep it in.
"Th-that's great! What were you thinking for names? If it's a boy, or if it's a girl," she added. "I'm no good with names so you should name her. Or him. If it's a her then you can have sex with her too." She got like this rather often, trying desperately to come up with something to satisfy me and make me happy, even though she definitely didn't need to. I finished off my slice of pizza as she spoke, then I got up.
As I approached her, she stared up at me with big eyes, looking about ready to apologize or ask what she did wrong - and I just mashed my face up against hers, grasping her cheeks, enjoying the cool feeling of her new glasses pressing against my features, my cock ragingly hard in my pants. I couldn't help myself - even if she still hadn't finished eating herself, I had her on her back on the ground in short order, desperately pulling my dick out, not breaking off the kiss as I did so.
Without hesitation, I pulled down her extremely tight and skimpy shorts and just slammed my cock to the base inside her, making her let out a hot pant into my mouth, her eyelashes fluttering as I filled her up in a heartbeat. I broke off the kiss, my hands sliding down her flanks, grabbing her ass cheeks and starting to just roughly pound away, feeling her up as I did so, enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing in that tight top, her glasses starting to go askew from the force. "Take off your top, Colleen," I told her, and she hurriedly did so, revealing her bare breasts to open air as I started to fuck her. "Let's do roleplay," I breathed out in her ear, furiously thrusting away, and she nodded rapidly. "I'll be the husband, and you'll be the wife," I explained.
She immediately came, moaning beneath me, pushing her body up against mine. I felt her perky nipples scrape against my chest through the fabric of my shirt, and I hungrily mashed my lips up against hers again. My fingers gripped her ass cheeks tight, while her glasses went further and further askew from the force of our fucking, until they were pressed against my brow - then they clattered off her head altogether while I just took her, treating her like my woman, like my wife. It was incredibly intense, the feeling of her pussy beneath me, while she just pretty constantly spasmed from her intense orgasms, every thrust accompanied by a squeak of her body against the floor.
I broke off the kiss, breath heavy. "You cook so good, babe," I told her. "I'm so happy to have kids with you," I added, one finger idly brushing through her hair, my thoughts already running to the idea of doing this for real, if she'd have me. "You're going to be the perfect wife, and a wonderful mother."
"Thuh, thank you, darling," she sputtered out. The squeaking of her body against the floor was starting to bother me, and I suspected it might not have been incredibly comfortable for her.
"Wrap your legs around my hips," I ordered, and instantly she did so. I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her up with me, her arms clawing at my back for purchase, my cock still inside her. "Which way to your bedroom?"
"Upstairs, second door, on left," she told me, panting with pleasure as I moved, each shift of my legs sending another inadvertant thrust of my cock deep inside her. She was heavy, but definitely worth carrying, my lips caressing her neck and suckling at the bare flesh as we move. She started to speak, this soft voice. "If, if I do threshhold, now that we're married, wouldn't it be nice, if we Recognized each other?" She asked. "It'd be, like confirming, that we were meant for each other, darling."
My cock throbbed inside her as I threw her down on her bed, pulling my clothes off in a rush as she laid there, her naked, sweaty body pink and delightful to look at. "That'd be great," I agreed with her. Knowing that she loved me just as much as I loved her, that we had a unique, perfect relationship, the kind that the entire rest of the world knew was something unbreakable... it was a sexy thought. I just thrust inside her without hesitation. "Let's roleplay as if that happened. You're my Pokegirl wife, and we've Recognized each other," I explained.
She didn't have any verbal response, because she came again, her pussy convulsing on my cock. "I love you more than anyone else in the world," I told her, as I held myself deep inside her. "Ever since we locked eyes after you threshholded, I can't imagine being apart from you. I'd kill for you. I'd die for you. I love you, I want you, I need you, you complete me, Colleen, you, I want you so badly." Pretending that we'd found out that she was my soulmate let me go over the top with my words, but it was rapidly degrading back into my real feelings, the desperate, anxious desire for her, the wish to see her happy and hold her and feel her beneath me. I needed to go back to the well of what somebody who had Recognized somebody would say, that even more intense, extreme, brutal love.
"Every Pokegirl I fuck, I'd throw them away if you asked," I told her. "If you don't like Rachel, fuck her. If you want me to sell her to a brothel, I will." Possibly a bit far, but Julia had planted that idea in my head, as something I'd never do without that brain-busting sensation of a soul-deep bond with your perfect person. "I'll do anything you want me to do. Anything. Because I love you that much, and I know, you love me, just as much."
She mewled pleasantly, clearly trying her best to talk, her lips working futilely for a few seconds before she started to form words. "Yuh, yes, darling, yes, I love you, that much, too, you should, sleep with those other girls, though. Because, it makes you happy, and I want you, to be happy. Fuh, fuck every girl you want! If, if you want one, that won't have sex with you, I'll help you rape her! I'll, kuh, kill her if she hurts you!" She squealed as another orgasm hit her, and it felt fucking fantastic, her eyes rolling up as pleasure just washed through her whole body, as if her entire being was on fire with pleasure.
Her orgasm went on... and on... and on... by the time it finally subsided, she had actually passed out beneath me on the bed from pleasure. I leaned over her, my breath hot in her ear as she rested there, starting to pump again. She'd given me standing permission to have sex with her while she was unconscious, and given the situation, it would definitely be fine.
Still, I said something I could never have managed to say, if she was conscious, a soft whisper in her ear as she laid there, bouncing gently with each thrust, her bed squeaking from the force of my fucking: "I love you, Colleen. Not just as roleplay. I really love you. I hope, one day, you'll love me as much as I love you."
Then I got back to thrusting inside her, admiring her unconscious features, her half-open mouth, the way her head tilted to one side as she took my cock again and again. Eventually, she sputtered back to life, eyes rolling around. "You came so hard that you passed out," I told her. "We're a lovey-dovey married couple who Recognized each other," I continued, and instantly she broke into a smile at the reminder of our little roleplay. "Do you want to go, or should I?"
"M-make me a mommy! Give me more kids! You want kids, I know you want kids, that's why you made me go off the pill, so I'm happy to have as many of your babies as you want." Her hand slid along her stomach, teasing, inviting. "Give me twins. Triplets. Quadrupleh, lets," she sputtered, as my force inside her grew, greater and greater.
"I'll give you as many kids as you want," I told her, my fingers wrapping tight around her ass cheeks, just digging into the supple flesh down there. "You'll be the most fertile woman in the world if you want to have my kids. Do you not like any of my current girls? Do you want me to get rid of them? They're worth nothing compared to you. I'd lie, cheat, murder for you, getting rid of some bitch who mistreated you-" Colleen came at that point, going cross-eyed as her pussy clamped down on my cock extra hard, her lips spreading wide as a sputter of saliva escaped her mouth. The feeling of her pussy around my dick pushed me over the edge, and I came, just seeming to gush it all out, as if it were my feelings flowing into Colleen rather than just my cum.
When I was completely spent, I peeled out of her, rolling off her onto her bed. She pressed her tits into my arm, snuggling into me lovingly. For all those cocksucking whores that Rachel had provided me with's ability to drain my cock again and again... Colleen was special. She managed to drain it in just one go.
It was an hour later when we finally got up from the bed, and she made a truly delicious chocolate cake with lots and lots of icing. Maybe a little too much, but I didn't tell her so. She worked hard on it, after all.
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