Borrowed Fertility (Futa/m m/f mpreg reluct nc?)

Story by conroy39

I received some requests for a prequel or sequel to No Coverage. This isn't a sequel, but it's thematically similar. I anticipate that it'll end up being three parts.

Borrowed Fertility

by conroy39

Jim was standing at the edge of the party, holding a red plastic cup half-full of beer and foam and surveying the crowd. About fifty people were milling in and out of the Zeta Phi house, trampling the landscaping and trying to shout at each other over the sound system. Inside the house, cheers and applause occasionally erupted. Jim was looking around for a friend, when suddenly he spotted them.

The girls stood out at the very edge of the crowd – though clearly college-aged, they looked like they had never seen a party before. They were holding empty plastic cups and looking around at the spectacle. One was a tall brunette, with a solid, athletic build and long hair tied back in a ponytail. Jim could make out firm muscle tone underneath the plain white T-shirt and jeans she was wearing. Standing close beside her was a short blonde, not quite chubby, but very curvaceous. She had on a tie-dyed skirt which clashed oddly with her low-cut pale yellow top. Her round, full cleavage was fully displayed – in fact, the top looked rather too tight, and her breasts bulged forth ripely over the rim. The tall one was surveying the crowd with a determined expression; her voluptuous friend had a vacant, almost bovine look.

Jim didn’t recognize the girls, and so was rather surprised when the tall one caught his eye, and suddenly smiled and waved. She took her friend by the elbow, indicating Jim, and came straight towards him through the edge of the crowd.

“Hi,” said Jim, trying not to stare at the blonde’s cleavage, and trying to figure out if he should know them from somewhere. He smiled and took a sip of beer.

“Hi,” said the tall girl, glancing at her friend. The blonde smiled back at Jim in an odd way, shifting back and forth from one foot to the other. “Are you the guy they call Jim the manwhore?” asked the brunette cheerfully.

Jim coughed, and beer stung the inside of his nose. Not sure what to say for a moment, he finally laughed nervously. “You must have been talking to Jake,” he said. “Shit. Yeah, I'm Jim. My roommate Jake is a real smartass. So who are you girls?”

“Well,” said the brunette, glancing at her friend again and looking evasive. “uh, can you help me out? I bet my friend fifty bucks that I can get a guy to hook up with both of us.”

Jim choked on his mouthful of beer again, then gave up trying to drink. “Wh-?” The tall girl was watching him intently, her eyes occasionally flickering around the crowd. The blonde gave him a wide, sleepy grin. Her skin had a glowing, radiant tone, almost golden in her rounded cheeks and in the exposed tops of her breasts.

“I mean –“ Jim coughed, clearing his throat. “Seriously? I mean, yeah, sure, I guess, wow.” He tried to recover his composure and look laid-back. “Heh, I guess you win the bet, huh?”

“Good!” said the blonde, speaking up in an oddly accented voice. “We have a room. And an automobile! Please come with us!”

Jim downed the remainder of his beer incredulously and dropped his cup. “Shit, yeah, let’s go.” The tall girl looked again at her friend, nodded, and smiled at Jim. “Come on, I’m parked over here.”

******

The girls’ car was old – a giant blue Chevrolet, from the 1970s, Jim guessed. All three of them squeezed in on the front seat. The blonde kept looking at him and grinning in a strange way, but Jim supposed that a girl with tits that big could act as weird as she wanted to. Her tall friend took the wheel, and quickly backed out onto the street and drove away from the fraternity house.

“So, uh,” said Jim, not minding being squeezed between these two, but feeling a little awkward. “I’m Jim. And you ladies are?”

“Hi, Jim. I’m, um, Vicky,” said the tall, muscular girl after a second, “and my friend is Tanya.”

Jim nodded and smiled at Tanya, pretending not to watch her rack bobble from the car’s shaky suspension. “Nice to meet you, especially like this, wow.”

“I guess I’ll win my dare,” said Vicky, glancing aside from the road to offer a quick smile to Jim and Tanya. She seemed edgy.

“Huh?” asked Jim, puzzled.

“You know. Tanya dared me to try to get a guy to hook up with us,” Vicky replied. “Like I said at the party,” she added too quickly.

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