Sexy Cousin Jenny

“Yeah…maybe…I don’t know,” she said.

“Aww baby.” I stroked her back, playing with the little straps. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I guess I’m just feeling a little needy. Kind of lonely without Dalia. I’m just really glad you’re here tonight.” She slid up my body and her lips pressed mine gently, opened for an instant…a hint of tongue then she pulled away.

“Is everything okay with Dalia?”

“Yeah…it is…it’s just confusing sometimes…” She moved against me again. There was something sensual in her movement, the way her breasts dragged on my chest. We both felt it; she shivered, and her hips moved, her panties grinding lightly against my thigh. She was wet, I could feel it. My cock throbbed, but I took a deep shaky breath and forced my mind back to the conversation.

“I know she really had to go,” Jenny said, “but it’s…not very good timing.”

“Did something happen?” I asked.

“Sort of,” she said. “Nothing bad…it’s good really. I told you I got laid off at work…”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I was kind of down in the dumps about it, and it happened right after Dalia got a promotion and a huge raise.”

“Well, that’s good news.”

“Yeah,” she said, “but it hurt me. I felt sort of useless, like I wasn’t contributing anything. Dalia said it was okay, and I shouldn’t worry. I didn’t have to find a job, I could do something else. But I’m like yeah right, what else…”

“What did she suggest?”

Jenny looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes…deep liquid pools in the moonlight, I felt like I was looking into her soul.

“She said we should have a baby.”

“Oh…wow.” I wasn’t sure what to say. At least I was tactful enough not to blurt out something like “but you’re lesbians.” I had a vague, high-level idea of how in vitro fertilization worked, and of course they could pursue adoption. They were two loving, wonderful people who would be terrific parents.

“Kind of caught me off guard,” she continued. “I mean, we’d talked about it happening somewhere down the road, and I think we both knew I’d be the mommy. But I just hadn’t thought about it happening for a few more years.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Well, not really anything. I just froze up. I think eventually I said uh yeah maybe or something like that. I think she expected I’d be happy and enthusiastic, and we’d be celebrating and planning…but my immediate reaction was completely wrong. And I could see this pain on her face. I really hurt her, and I felt terrible. It wasn’t a fight; it was just really awkward.”

“Why were you hesitant?”

“I guess I was afraid it wasn’t really what she wanted. I felt like she was suggesting it because it would make me happy, get me over my depression over losing my job, not because it was what she wanted. Anyway, that night I thought about it, and I realized what a great idea it is, and how amazing she is, and I realized she was completely sincere. I decided that I really wanted to do it.”

“She must have been really happy when you told her,” I said.

“Surprisingly, no,” said Jenny. “Overnight, she’d convinced herself that I didn’t want to start a family with her, and she was trying to deal with that. When I told her in the morning that I did want to have her baby, she thought I was only saying yes to make her happy.”