Graduation Days

The previous spring commencement had been a high point in my life, which made sitting through another one even more depressing than usual. Again, I recognized a lot of the names from my classes, and a few faces from my office hours, but there was nobody special to watch walk across the stage. Sure, there were a lot of cute coeds, and I had enjoyed the scenery each semester, but it was all just background noise.

It didn't help that the university had set an enrollment record when the current graduates came in as freshmen. Not only did that mean more trips across the stage, but every speech had to mention it at least once. I think the university president managed to work it into her opening comments three different times.

Still, all bad things eventually end. Of course, then I had to wait in line with the rest of the professors in my department, as we all wanted to make sure we got credit with the dean for being there. To say I wasn't in a great mood by the time I got back to my office would have been quite the understatement. I barely even noticed the young woman waiting quietly in the hall.

So, it caught me quite by surprise when she got up and followed me into my office. I stared in confusion as she sat down an infant carrier and a diaper bag, then moved in to kiss me. Her touch snapped me out of my daze, and I opened my mouth a bit in surprise. She took advantage of the opening, slipping her tongue past my lips.

I had dated a bit and been with a few women since my wife died, but I hadn't been kissed with that much passion by anybody but my wife. I had to catch my breath when she finally relented.

"Damn, I can't believe I forgot to do that last year. I've been so mad at myself."

"Amy‽"

She smiled up at me. "In the flesh, although I'm wearing a bit more this year." She blushed a bit and looked down demurely. "I was hoping we could go somewhere a bit more comfortable before I fix that. The desk was perfect for a fresh graduate in a rush, but I'm in no hurry today."

* * * * *

If I had a big smile on my face from the thought of having sex with Amy again, it grew even bigger when she picked up the infant carrier and said, "This is your son, Jimmy."

I couldn't help but just stand there and stare with a stupid grin on my face. I'd married my wife knowing she couldn't conceive, and I'd never regretted choosing her over children. That's not to say I never wanted them, but we had both agreed to embrace the freedom of being DINKs. It had allowed me to get my master's and PhD before 30, and I had earned tenure before she passed. I missed not having a piece of her live on, but I was glad we had focused on each other with the time we had.

Still, to see my own child was powerful. I guess Amy could see my emotion, because she shifted to give me a side hug.

"You can hold him later. I don't want to wake him before we get to your house." Her voice dropped a bit as she added, "If we're welcome there?"

I took the carrier from her and gently sat it back down on the floor. She looked confused, until I pulled her in front of me and wrapped her up in a real hug. My lips found hers and she responded immediately. We were both panting a bit once we broke the kiss.

"Give me a minute, then we can go."

The blush on her face and the way she bit her lip as I removed what little I had worn for the ceremony was beyond cute. Her giggle when I posed nude and flexed the semi she had given me was even better, but I didn't waste a lot of time before getting dressed.

I carried my son as I walked her to her car, and she showed me how the carrier attached to the base still held in place by the seat belt. With my address in her navigation app, I watched her drive away, then hurried back to my own car.

I was parked in the faculty lot right outside my building, while Amy had been forced to park in a distant lot, so they were waiting on my porch swing when I finally got home.

* * * * *

I wasn't a slob, but I was a widowed bachelor, so I was a little nervous about inviting Amy inside. However, she just looked around and smiled. "It's not exactly how I imagined it, but it's pretty close.

"I'm sorry about your wife. I'm glad you were able to keep her pictures up. Too many widowers hide away from the pain."

That was not the reaction I expected, and I found myself looking at the wedding portrait over the mantle with a tear in my eye.

"Can you get little Jimmy out of his seat?"

Amy's voice broke my reverie, and I looked down to find my son looking up at me with wide eyes. I was pretty sure strapping him in would be more complicated than getting him out, but I was happy that I managed that much without having to ask for help. I picked him up carefully and turned to Amy, only to freeze in shock.

I was simply not expecting her to be sitting in my wife's reading chair, naked from the waist up. She reached out and I handed Jimmy to her. He started fussing as soon as he got close enough to see her breasts, then quickly settled in to nurse. Amy smiled up at me. "This is so much more comfortable than trying to pull them out with my shirt and bra on."

I was immediately jealous of my son, and Amy must have seen it in my eyes. "Don't worry, you can have your turn once he's done and falls back asleep."

I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but it was hard. She just laughed at me again. "I don't mind you looking. If you start drooling, I have spare burp rags."

That put me more at ease, although I was determined to not actually drool.

"So, where did you move to?"

"Too far away, according to my parents, especially once I told them I was pregnant. When they found out the father wasn't there to help me, dad pulled some strings and lined up a job back here for me. I had an interview yesterday, but it was just a formality. HR had the contract waiting when I arrived."

I smiled, and not just because I got a view of both nipples as she switched Jimmy to the other one.

"Have you found a place to live?"

"Um, not yet. I was hoping to find one this weekend."

I almost laughed out loud at the look she gave me. I'd been married long enough to recognize the meaning.

"Would you like to move in here? I have plenty of room."

The big smile on her face told me I had read her correctly. Still, I didn't want to be presumptuous, so I followed up with another question. "Would you like a full bedroom, or just half?"

"A full bedroom…" She paused to laugh, as I guess I didn't school my facial expression very well. "…for Jimmy, plus a half for myself would be nice." It was my turn to blush as she laughed again.

I was brought out of my musings by Amy putting Jimmy in my arms. She made no move to cover up as she grabbed her phone and started typing.

"Checking in to let them know I haven't locked you in the basement as my sex slave?" I waited until she looked up at me in surprise before I added, "Yet." From the look she gave me, a basement remodel might be in my future.

"I sent Dad your address and told them to give us an hour to get Jimmy back to sleep."

Confused, I looked down at the infant sleeping in my arms. Amy just laughed at me again. "I'm sure they know what we'll be doing, but I'm not going to tell them we need an hour for catch-up sex."

I must have had a bit of panic on my face, as Amy was laughing before I could speak. "They know about me; about us?"

"Of course, silly. Your name is on Jimmy's birth certificate, and he has your last name. They're both excited to meet you."

I couldn't help but gulp, imagining why her father might want to meet me.

"Don't worry. I didn't tell them who you were until after I explained to Dad that I had ambushed you in your office, then assured Mom that you weren't cheating on your wife. It'll be fine."

I breathed a sigh of relief, only for her to pause and scrunch up her brows for a moment. "Still, you might want to be holding Jimmy when they get here."

* * * * *

Amy guided me through returning Jimmy to his carrier and strapping him in. I picked it up along with the diaper bag, then led Amy to my bedroom. We made sure Jimmy was sleeping soundly in the corner before getting naked. I was a little surprised when she grabbed the diaper bag, only to pull out a box of condoms.

She smiled at me as she said, "The pill could affect my milk production."

I nodded my understanding, although it wasn't the condoms themselves that surprised me. After all, I had some in my nightstand. No, what shocked me was it being a box of thirty-six, and seeing there was a second box still in the bag.

It was understandable that she misinterpreted my expression, as her attention was focused a bit lower. She dropped to her knees and took me down her throat again. However, this time, she didn't pull back off right away. Instead, she worshipped my cock until I fed her the cream she desired. She looked up and smiled as she made a production out of swallowing it.

I could see the yearning in her eyes, so I pulled her up and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed, and we both froze until we were sure that she hadn't awoken Jimmy.

Amy grabbed a pillow to bite as I delved into her velvet tunnel, seeking her delicious treasure. I ate her through several orgasms before she grabbed my head and pulled me up. "There will be more time for that later. I need to get fucked before my parents get here." She grabbed a condom and opened it, giving me a bit of a handjob as she rolled it on.

I had just fired a load down her throat, but I still didn't last very long. It had actually been longer for me than the previous year, as I'd cut back on one- night stands after Amy. She had raised the bar quite a bit that day. That's not to say I left her hanging, as she came at least twice before me.

We had barely stretched out to catch our breath when Amy's phone pinged. "Shit," she said as she jumped up and headed for the bathroom. "They just left the hotel." We had to hurry, but we were waiting at the door when a small moving truck backed into my driveway. I gave Amy a questioning look, but she just shrugged and smiled, then gave me a quick kiss.

I was relieved when her dad gave me a normal handshake, but I was surprised when he took Jimmy from me. It made sense when Amy's mom came in for a hug, but I tensed back up as she whispered in my ear, "If you hurt our daughter, her dad is not the parent you need to fear." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then gave Amy one before stealing little Jimmy away from his grandpa.

"I don't suppose you spent that hour making room for their stuff?" I panicked again, but he just winked at me. "Do you know which room will be Jimmy's? Most of the big items are his. The rest can be stacked in your garage for now."

We had to move some stuff out of the room Amy had picked, but her dad and I worked well together. I could see us being friends, so I felt pretty lucky to have him as an in-law.

I froze, and I almost dropped my end of the changing table we were carrying. Was I really thinking of Amy as my wife already? I shook it off and focused on unloading everything.

When we were done, I offered to follow him to return the truck, but he just laughed. "It's crazy, but it's cheaper to pay for an extra day and double mileage than to rent it one way. That doesn't even count the round trip with a second vehicle."

We joined the ladies in the living room and chatted until it got close to supper time. They headed back to the hotel, so we could all get cleaned up and change.

* * * * *

Supper went well, and we invited them back to the house. They declined and asked to be dropped off at the hotel. I about choked when Amy's mom said, "I'm sure the two of you have lots to do before you go to sleep." I realized she was just pulling my chain when Amy rolled her eyes and her dad smirked at me. Then I remembered how many boxes were on the bed just from Amy getting ready for supper. All three of them laughed when I groaned.

Amy apparently thought like me, as she just had me pile the boxes on the floor. With Jimmy in the crib in his room and the baby monitor turned on, she didn't worry about muffling herself. Instead, she screamed out her satisfaction as I enjoyed my sweet dessert.

My face was a wet mess by the time she pushed me away with a weak, "No more…" Still, she didn't hesitate to kiss me, or to take my hard shaft in her drenched channel. I was several strokes in when I realized I was fucking her bareback again and pulled out. She swore she didn't care, but I knew it was just the passion of the moment. I quickly put on a one-fingered glove while she complained about my absence. She wrapped her legs around me as soon as I returned, making it clear that she wasn't letting me escape again.

I only managed to push her over the edge twice more, before joining her for the second one. She grumbled, but I got up to dispose of the condom and wash my face. Once we were both cleaned up, we crawled back in bed naked and snuggled in for the night.

Jimmy woke us up a couple of times. The first time Amy warned me it was a hungry cry, saying she'd be gone for a bit. The second time she groaned as she got up. "I should have shown you how to change his diapers yesterday."

When Jimmy woke up the next morning, Amy dragged me into his room and talked me through changing my first diaper.

I had just said, "That wasn't so bad," when I heard a gurgling and Amy started laughing.

"He doesn't like to poo in a wet diaper. Have fun!" She turned and left before I could say anything. For such a small child, there was a lot of poop, and man did it stink! While I was focused on getting his butt clean, I was suddenly hit in the face with a warm stream. I quickly put the clean diaper over his fountain, but my face was already dripping. At least my mouth had been closed. I looked over at the sound of laughter, only to find Amy recording my predicament.

After a bit more laughter, she took pity on me. She wiped down my face and our son, then grabbed another clean diaper. She took over holding the now wet diaper like a shield while I finished wiping my son's butt, then helped me get the new diaper and onesie on him.

I learned why his laundry hamper was plastic lined as she had me put my wet clothes in with his soaked onesie before heading to the shower. When I got out, Jimmy was happily batting at the toys suspended above his playmat, while Amy was digging through boxes again.

Her parents were waiting when we finally got to the restaurant for breakfast. They smiled, but didn't say anything about us being late. I had just gotten Jimmy's carrier situated on the highchair when I heard a chime. Amy's mom pulled her phone out, then held it so her dad could see it as well. I wondered what they were watching, until I saw Amy's smirk as they started laughing.

Her father maintained a straight face as he said, "Welcome to fatherhood. Lucky for me, girls don't usually have that kind of range." Then, he couldn't hold it, and he cracked up as Amy blushed.

The rest of breakfast went well as I continued to enjoy talking to her parents. Her dad and I fought over who got to pay the check, but I eventually let him win. Amy and her mom both smiled at our antics. We said our goodbyes and they hit the road for the drive home. Our trip was shorter, but Jimmy still fell asleep before we got there.

* * * * *

Jimmy woke up a bit fussy when we got home, so Amy sent me up to change his diaper. I got a bit jealous again, as she was waiting topless for him when we came back down. She laughed at my continued inability to look her in the eye as I passed Jimmy to her.

As I sat down on the couch where I had a clear view of her unoccupied breast, I realized that despite now living together, we really didn't know much about each other. I probably should have started safer, but I opened with the question that had been in the back of my mind since she first introduced me to my son.

"Did you come to my office last year just to get pregnant?"

"Oh, fuck no!"

It was my turn to laugh as her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes got big. She couldn't help it and started laughing with me.

"No, it was all about scratching my itch for you. I had condoms tucked in my cap with my panties." She paused for a moment with a smile on her face as she stared into space. "When I walked in and saw you almost naked, I forgot everything else.

"You just have that effect on me, like last night when you forgot the condom." She smiled again, and this time it washereyes that wouldn't rise high enough to meet mine. "I thought I was still in my safe window, and the move kept me busy. I definitely didn't forget you fucking me, but I didn't really think about taking Plan B.

"Once I realized I was pregnant, I couldn't give up the one part of you I still had."

I liked the smile on her face, but I needed more answers.

"Why didn't you tell me."

As I had expected, her face fell. I could tell she was nervous as she looked up at me.

"I couldn't ask you to give up what you had here to join me, and I couldn't move back to join you." She looked to be on the verge of tears, so I moved to the chair next to her and took her hand. Her smile came back at the gesture, and she managed to continue. "I was locked in a 12-month lease and still in my probationary period at work. It was my first professional job, so I didn't have any previous experience to fall back on. Plus, saying you're going to need maternity leave in six months isn't overly conducive to getting new job offers."

She squeezed my hand, then let go to switch Jimmy to her other breast. "I thought about calling you once I had my new job lined up, but I wanted to tell you in person. You had to finish the semester, and I knew I'd be back by then.

"Do you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive. To be honest, I'm not sure how I would have reacted if you had told me before I saw him. It was like looking at one of my own baby pictures."

"I wondered why you didn't even question that he was really yours."

I gave her a serious look. "I got a pretty good read on your character in my classes. The resemblance just confirmed things."

With the difficult part out of the way, we shifted to safer topics, like our childhoods. Amy wanted to know about my wife, not at all threatened by her memory. I smiled and I cried as I talked about our short fifteen years of marriage.

We moved to the floor when Jimmy was done, and Amy placed him on a playmat. No tummy time right after eating, but he enjoyed batting at the toys dangling above him. When he finally wore himself out, we moved him up to his crib and brought the monitor down from our bedroom.

As we settled back in on the couch, I asked, "You up for a road trip next weekend?"

Amy gave me a confused look, but nodded.

"My parents don't really travel much, so we'll have to take their grandson to them."

It was my turn to laugh, and Amy's turn to worry about meeting the parents.

* * * * *

Their housekeeper answered the door, so it was easy to keep Amy and Jimmy out of sight while I entered the living room to greet my parents. They were happy to see me, but I could tell they were waiting for the real purpose of my visit. I never could get much past them.

"Mom. Dad. I want to introduce you to your grandchild."

Their eyes lit up even before Amy stepped into the room, but it morphed to shock when they saw her. Mom was the first to turn on me.

"Why didn't you tell us you have a daughter?"

"Because I don't, Mom. I have a son."

Her brows wrinkled in confusion, only for her eyes to get big when she realized that Amy was holding an infant carrier. Dad raised an eyebrow at me, but I could tell from his smile that he thought I had done well on both counts.