Love Accidental (A Romance Compilation)

by Tia Siren

  “It's nothing, Mom. No need for you to panic yourself. I’ve just taken out a new insurance policy, and I had to get a full medical check first. And they have given me the all clear. That’s all.” I smiled at her, even though I lied through my teeth.

  I wanted to tell Mom about the whole thing because I hated to keep secrets from her. But this was a big no-no in her eyes. She would go off on me ten times worse than Jules had when I mentioned it to her. I knew Mom had raised me as a single parent, and I’d never known my father. But at least with the “baby maker,” I would know who the father was.

  We continued with our lunch and chatted about mother and daughter things. And Mom raised the issue of my settling down between every other line of conversation. Because that’s what mothers do. Unfortunately.

  I’d already had my vision test, and the dental checkup had been completed, too. So, I had a full set of records ready to send off to the “baby maker.” Everything was good, and the only blemish was a slight vision impairment I had. That had been there since I was at school, so that was no real biggie, I hoped. It was quickly remedied when I wore corrective lenses when reading, so it was nothing that affected my overall healthy life.

  I was excited to send my papers and convinced myself that my slight vision problem wouldn’t be an issue. And even the “baby maker” couldn’t expect everyone to be one hundred percent perfect.

  Ninety-nine percent perfect is good in my book.

  “Mom, things have changed from when you were my age. Why do so many people still think that marriage is so important?”

  “It is what people hold close to them. You know… it’s the commitment between two people who love each other.”

  “Times have changed. There are a hell of a lot of couples who have been together for years. And they have never tied the knot. God, it’s like they are married without actually taking their vows and signing a bit of paper to say so.”

  “In the eyes of the Lord, it’s still the way to do things properly,” Mom said.

  “What if I want to be a single parent like you were?” I asked. “What if that seems to be the ideal situation for me?”

  Mom nearly choked on her cup of tea. “That road is not an easy one to take. I know from experience.”

  “You did an excellent job by yourself, and look how I turned out,” I said with a smile.

  If you managed it, I'm sure I can do it too, Mom.

  “I must admit, you have turned out to be a beautiful specimen of a woman, and one that any man would be proud to call his wife,” she said heartily. “Me being a single mother; I had no choice but to do that. I was left in that situation. If I could have changed it, I would have done so.”

  “There is a difference, though. Like you said, you had the situation dumped on you. If I was making the decision to go this way, I would be more than prepared for it.”

  “That’s a naïve way of looking at it, a bit blind sighted, to say the least,” Mom said.

  “Well, I have been considering becoming a single parent for a while now. You know artificial insemination is hugely popular these days? Oh, and there are more and more women opting for this sort of thing.”

  Mom shook her head in disbelief at what I was saying to her. It would be hard for her to comprehend why I would make this sort of decision. Especially when I was a perfect woman in her eyes. One that was an ideal candidate to be a loving wife.

  “I always wanted the best for you, Piper. You’re so much more than just a single parent. And you actually deserve a good, solid family life. That’s the way I raised you. I know you hold all the right values inside you.”

  “Well, Mom. I know what you’re saying, and I understand your concern. But I have to think about my needs and what will make me happy.” I prepared myself to leave.

  We waited for the check, and I thought about what Mom had said. And she was another person who did not know the whole story behind my decision. I knew she would definitely not understand my full reasoning.

  Mom, stop it. I only wanted one man in my life. Ever.

  I just couldn’t handle the cheating that always seemed to happen to me. I knew good looks were firmly in my possession. And my body was quite exceptional since I’d always kept in shape. Ever since I’d started at the gym with Evan all those years ago, the routine had just stuck with me. I was not sure if it was another way to hang onto the memory of him or what. Either way, it had helped me to remain fit and healthy, and for that, I would be eternally grateful to him.

  The one thing Mom wouldn’t understand or accept was, I’d always loved Evan. He had been the one for me. He always was, and he always would have been if he hadn’t left. I wished we’d never split up.

  Mom walked away from me and headed home. I knew she would be mulling over the conversation we had during lunch. On my side, I was excited to get to the clinic and get my final health report on the way to the office.

  I collected my document and made my way back to the office. The papers were spread in front of me. It seemed strange to basically have a full personal profile on several sheets of paper. I marked the sheets one by one to cover any personal contact details that were included on them. Black lines hid my telephone number and address and, most importantly, my surname. The only personal item left was my first name. “Piper.”

  I shuffled through the papers before me and glanced at the fax machine. I was nervous. Should I do it or not? This thought bounced around my mind for a while. I breathed deeply and put the papers on the desk.

  Don’t become overwhelmed. Keep calm.

  I found something else to do to occupy my mind for a while so the excitement would subside a little. It was three P.M I would leave it until just after four. Then, I might have a reply by the time I returned home.

  The minutes ticked by, and I couldn't help myself but to check repeatedly. It was like time had stood still, and the afternoon just dragged by. I wanted to smoke to calm my nerves, but that was one bad habit I’d never indulged in.

  The final five minutes before the clock struck four P.M. came. I sat and the second hand slowly crept around the clock face. It was like the countdown for the new year to come in but much longer. Oh, it was like watching paint dry…only this was something that could have a much more dramatic impact on my life.

  Three minutes…

  I placed the papers into the fax machine.

  Two minutes…

  I dialed the number.

  One minute…

  The second hand was approaching the twelve.

  Seven, six, five, four, three, two, I hit the button. The dial tone on the fax ended, and the papers were slowly dragged through the machine. The papers vanished and reappeared, making me think of the coming changes in my life. My personal health details were now shooting down cables to an unknown destination. Could this be the thing that would change my life forever?

  It was done. Now, all I had to do was wait. I finished up the work in the office and made my way home. I entered the apartment and switched on the computer. It booted up. I made a cup of coffee and sat my ass firmly in front of the computer.

  My mailbox opened, and there wasn’t a reply, yet. I waited impatiently and still nothing arrived.

  Maybe it will be tomorrow before they reply.

  I carried on with my regular routine and resigned myself to the fact that I would have to wait. I mean, either it will be tomorrow I got a reply, or my application was rejected. All because I wasn’t one hundred percent perfect.

  Damn my eye problem, even if it’s small.

  All evening, I periodically checked my mailbox, and nothing had arrived. I had built my hopes up too much. The more I thought about it, the more I started to think negative thoughts about the whole thing.

  Well, at least, it hasn’t cost you anything, and your address is not on there.

  I gave up checking, had a shower, and got ready for bed. I checked that all the electric appliances were turned off in the kitchen. Then, I walked back into the living room and
turned off the TV.

  My head snapped around. I heard a ping from the computer.

  I have mail!!!

  I stared at the screen.

  Sender: Baby Maker

  I stared at the screen and had my hand on the mouse. The cursor moved across the screen, and I placed it above the email.

  My finger clicked the mouse, and the email opened.

  The mail opened the contents, and it read:

  Health documents received and reviewed, status accepted.

  Stage two, send a recent photo.

  Regards, The Baby Maker.

  Chapter 7

  Evan

  Piper, my god, your pussy is tight. I'm almost there. I'm gonna… I'm coming.

  I rolled from behind my latest client, and she slumped on the bed, recovering from another orgasm. Her breath came deep and fast. She was a nicer client than many of the others had been, and she appreciated the good sex. I really hoped she would get pregnant this time.

  I’d given her a small bonus and doubled the length of the session. I’d wanted to give her the best possible chance to conceive. And an extra fuck thrown in for good measure was the least I could do.

  This client whatever her name was… had followed the rules to the letter. She wasn’t like that damned Susan Reynolds, who always tried to go that little bit further. This client deserved to become pregnant, and in reality, I had to make sure she did. I had a reputation to uphold, and it was the one thing I did not want to suffer.

  Being the Baby Maker offered me an endless variety of women. I had no need to look. They just came to me. Not only were they mostly hot, but I was also getting paid for the service that I provided. I basically had fresh pussy on tap and my glass was always full.

  The client caught her breath. She smiled at me and asked if she could use the shower.

  “Go ahead. Make yourself at home. I’m sure you earned a shower with the extra-long length of the session.” I winked at her.

  “I loved it, and it’s a shame it will end,” she said, strolling toward the bathroom. “I’ll miss the fun.”

  I laid on the bed and thought of my newest client. She seemed very interested, and at the same time, she seemed highly appealing. She had sent all her medical records and had done so in double-quick time. This had shown she was very, very interested.

  I’d emailed her back and asked for her picture. She seemed interested. I expected the picture to arrive any time, now. Once this had been received and checked, I would ask myself plainly, “Do I want to fuck her?” This was the ultimate question to be answered.

  The bathroom door was open, and I could see the latest one showering and foaming herself all over. I thought she would be a while, so I rested my head and closed my eyes.

  My mind drifted to Piper, my love from high school. She had been the one, and she had remained in my mind since I’d left to go to college. My memories of her were so intense. I pictured her when I came with all my clients. Images of her did the trick, each and every time, no matter who the client was. Piper always helped me get the job done and helped me to maintain my reputation.

  I pictured the time we had been in the barn. I’d laid a large picnic blanket on the soft straw. My head rested on my jacket. Piper danced seductively in front of me. She flicked her hair over her head and bit her lip. Her blue eyes stared at me; she popped open the buttons of her pink blouse. Then she’d let it slide from her shoulders. Her hips wriggled. She placed her hands on the top of her skirt; her fingers fumbled. Oh, and then she popped open the buttons as I got hard as a rock. She slipped her skirt over her ass and let it drop to the floor. Piper stood on the blanket, the light from the bare bulb shone down on her. She slowly unfastened her bra. Christ, she was an angel.

  My eyes opened, and the sound of the running water continued to pour from the bathroom. My thoughts of Piper had made me really hard. There was no point wasting an erection this good and this hard; I walked to the shower and tapped on the glass.

  “Is there room for one more in there?” I asked.

  She looked at my erection, and her eyes lit up. She would be dismayed if she had realized it was not her that had turned me on. It was my sweetheart from school. My Piper. She got me hard, and the memory of her would never fade.

  “It might be a tight squeeze, but I’ll fit you in, no problem,” the client said.

  She leaned her body against the steamed-up glass. She rubbed me all over and caressed my hard cock. The water flowed over us. She got to her knees and slid her mouth around my rock-hard shaft.

  She stood again, and I murmured into her ear, “One last time to make sure.”

  She giggled and raised her leg, and the water flowed down her belly and dripped from her aching pussy. I slid into her and began to service her for what could be the final time. My hips thrust harder and harder. Our drenched bodies rubbed against each other.

  She placed her hands on my shoulder and wrapped her legs around my waist. I lifted her body, and she gyrated her hips. Her body drove me to the final explosion from within. My seed flowed, and my thoughts of Piper never waned in this final moment. From my heart and from my real expression of love. I’d truly loved her.

  I lowered her to the floor, and she thanked me for the extra benefits.

  “Well, you have to go the extra mile for the good clients,” I said. I finished washing myself and grabbed a towel.

  I turned on the laptop. I dried my hair, and the message arrived. I had mail, and I was excited to see if it was the picture from my new client. I opened the message and could see the icon for an attachment. I clicked on it and waited for it to open.

  Fucking hotel Wi-Fi again. The signal had been dropping, and the size of the file was just taking too long.

  The phone rang, and I reached to pick it up. Tyler had been calling all day. I’d had numerous conversations with him regarding the latest update we had spoken about at the meeting. Just before launch, we had noticed a bug in the system. The whole historical data was being wiped when a user entered a new item of food they had eaten or during a new task they had completed.

  This was a serious problem. We had been literally hours from launch and Tyler had stumbled onto the bug by accident. He’d entered his info, and the app locked and then crashed.

  “Tyler, how’s it going?” I asked. I glanced at the photo slowly downloading.

  “Evan, when are you going to be free? I need you here for a while.”

  Tyler had explained, no matter what he changed in the code, it made things worse. He had been firefighting the problem, but he had gained no ground whatsoever. Every change in the code just led to one more problem after another.

  “I have another potential client,” I said. “I’m right in the middle of downloading her picture. Jesus, if only the god damned Wi-Fi signal was stronger.”

  “Oh, shit,” I heard Tyler sigh.

  “I can do this after, if you need me there,” I said. “It’s just they’re sending their picture now.”

  “It’s not that,” Tyler yelled. “You’re always busy there, and you’re only here when something bad happens. Fuck, you know this app is essential, and we are now going to be behind schedule.”

  We had contemplated pulling the update, but competition was fierce in this market. If we did not release it on schedule, we would lose credibility with our customers. Then our reputation for delivering products on time would become well and truly fucking tarnished.

  “Okay, Tyler. I hear you. I’ll see what I’m able to figure out here.”

  In a way, he was right, but Baby Maker was my passion. I had such a good time doing this. It made my life better. And it made me feel Godlike, having the power to pick and choose, while women were basically throwing themselves at my feet.

  “Evan, you need to get your focus back where it should be,” Tyler yelled again. “Fuck, you know why you started the app business in the first place. This is for the right reasons, and it’s a long-term deal.”

  I could tell from his voice
he was highly frustrated. He had no need to work there, but he gave it his all. One hundred and ten percent commitment he gave, and I should really listen to what he’d just said.

  Tyler, my good old friend, just relax and calm down a little.

  In a way, I felt sorry for Tyler. I had placed the weight of the whole company on his shoulders. He did not have to accept that sort of responsibility. And it was not his direct problem. But even though I was free right now, I just didn’t want to miss out on any of the clients who always came knocking. And especially not the one who was sending me a picture of herself now.

  “Tyler, listen to me. After this client, I’ll slow things down and get my focus back over there with you. Then this can go on the back burner for a while.”

  Evan. I think you’re trying to convince yourself, or at least justify what you’re actually doing.

  “Yeah, right, I'll believe it when I see it,” he replied in a flat tone.

  “I promise you, before this is over, I'll get my head back out of the clouds and focus back on the apps,” I said, lying through my teeth.

  This client, who had sent me the picture… I couldn't give up on this one. I had become too intrigued to see who she was and why she had come to me. Like with them all, they all had a story. I enjoyed listening to the stories. It gave some light relief. On many occasions, the reason they visited me was because their husband was a lame fuck, and he just wasn’t managing to do the job right.

  The many clients deserved to be serviced by a real man. I had convinced myself it was an important role to fill, and I believed I was the ideal choice. Ever since that time in college when I had two women ask me to impregnate them, I instantly had the idea for the Baby Maker. I could see the potential of the business.

  I never cheated on Piper while I was her boyfriend. And I had always looked at this impregnation as a business rather than pleasure. At least in the early days, I did.

  I wonder what Piper will think of you now?

  “Bye Tyler. Stop stressing.” I hung up the phone and sighed.

  “I'm all finished now, I should be off,” the client said. She walked into the living room.