Silvy
I got a text from Goof two days after our lunch telling me he went to the doctor. He was cleared of any disease and his sperm was in good shape for the insemination. I wasn’t so worried about his troops not being able to march I was worried one of the skanks he has fucked gave him something. But that is just me not liking the skanks. I’m sitting in the waiting room of the doctor’s office waiting to be called back. Today I will be starting my shots to increase my chances of conceiving. I have to give myself a shot once a day until I get pregnant. Waiting is bad for me because it lets me get trapped in my head. I can’t believe I agreed to have sex with Goof to get pregnant.
What was I thinking by agreeing? Oh, that’s right. I wasn’t thinking. Would it be so bad to have sex with Goof? No, as long as I keep my heart out of it. That is why I want to do the insemination. So I don’t get attached to him knowing he is going to walk away when this is done. I will just have to put a wall around my heart to keep him from getting in. It shouldn’t be that hard. It isn’t as if he is going to try to get past the wall anyway. What I can’t figure out is why he put having sex as a stipulation. If it was about getting his dick wet he didn’t need me. Although with me he is able to do without a condom. Maybe that is the appeal.
I could ask him but unless he wants me to know he won’t tell me. If he wanted me to know he would have told me when he gave me his terms. Maybe one day he will tell me. But I won’t focus on that or I will end up spiraling down a rabbit hole. I just need to focus on what I want and not worry about anything else. I’m so close to getting what I want. Hopefully, I will be a mother soon. I’m called back for my blood pressure and weight then sent to an examination room.
Luckily I don’t have to wait long before the doctor comes in. “ Silvy, it is good to see you again,” he says. “ Hi, Dr. Carson,” I said. Dr. Carson is the top in his field. He is in his late fifties and early sixties with thin short gray. He is about five foot seven with a little bit of a gut that he blames on his wife’s cooking. He also says he chose this field because of his wife. They had trouble having children and at the time there weren’t many doctors that could help. He looks over the chart in his hand. “ Everything looks good on your end unless there are any changes you need to tell me about,” he said. “ I got moved to the emergency room recently. But health wise no.” I said. “ You be careful down there. Emergency isn’t always the safest place to be,” he said.
That is another reason I like him. He cares for his patients in and out of the office. “ I will, I promise. I shouldn’t be there long. I am just covering for another nurse who is on leave.” I told him. Dr. Carson flipped through my chart “ Everything looks in order. I met with your donor and did the tests myself. He is an interesting fellow.” I was about to defend Goof and the Renegades when Dr. Carson holds up his hand. “ Don’t take that the wrong way. I have known the Renegades for some time now and have talked to Raider and Ace a few times over the years. I have nothing against those boys. I meant interesting because of all the questions that boy asked.”
“ What do you mean?” I asked. Why would Goof ask a bunch of questions? Was he worried about his part of it? It is easy. All he has to do is jack off in a cup. He could probably do that in his sleep. “ He wanted to know everything you had to go through. He wanted to make sure the procedure is safe for you. And if there were any side effects to the shots for you. I finally sat him down and explained to him. He seems to care for you.” Carson said. I nodded and said, “ He is a very good friend.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. I was shocked Goof wanted to know so much about my part in all of this.
It was rather confusing. I mean I know Goof cares for me as a friend. And while I was taking care of Lilly he asked a lot of questions about her care. So he must be doing the same for me. He is just doing the same for me, nothing more. Don’t go overthinking, Silvy. It will get you into trouble. That is not a path I need to go down. It won’t end well. For me that is.
“ So everything looks in order. We can start your shots today. As I explained we do the first one in the office to make sure you don’t have any reaction to it. It is rare but it happens.” Dr. Carson says. He knows I’m a nurse but he still explains everything in simple terms that anyone could understand. “ I understand,” I told him. He reminded me that I had to give myself the shot once a day and it is better to give it in the hip butt area. After he finished explaining everything he said “ Next week when you come in we will do a quick blood test to check your hormone levels. If they are high enough we will do the insemination. Do you have any questions before I get the nurse to give you your shot?”
I shook my head “ No, Dr. Carson. You have explained everything very well. Thank you.” He shook my hand, told me to call if I had any questions, and left the room. Five minutes later the nurse who took my blood pressure came in with a syringe. “ Okay, Silvy. Are you ready?” she asked. I nodded and got off the exam table. I turned my back to her, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I pulled them and my panties down to expose my left ass cheek to her. “ Do you want me to walk you through it or just get it done?” she asked.
“ Just do it please,” I said. Yes, I’m a nurse and deal with needles all the time. But when it comes to getting them myself, I’m not a fan. I always have to turn my head so I don’t see it happening. I feel her wipe a spot with alcohol then the poke. The medicine burns slightly going in. Kind of like a mosquito bite but it fades after a minute. “ All done. You can sit back in the lobby if you want. After ten minutes if you have had no reaction you are free to leave. And don’t forget to set up your next appointment.” the nurse said. I thanked her while I fixed my jeans and headed out.
Before I left I made sure I had my appointment time for next week. I couldn’t help but smile. I was one step closer to becoming a mom. I’m not getting my hopes up that it will happen on the first try. I know the odds. But still, I’m headed in the right direction. The only thing I need to do today is get ready for work. I look forward to it. It will take my mind off Goof and his request. No need to get hot and bothered at work. Have I fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with him? Hell, yes. I have masturbated to those thoughts. Have I thought I would be able to do it? Fuck No. But work will be a nice distraction.