THE PERFECT GIFT: BASEBALL, FOOTBALL, A JUICY PRIME RIB AND YOU
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"Do you miss not having any children on Father's Day?" Nurse Megan asked while straightening up the examining room.
"How do you miss having something you've never had?" He said it with a look that told her it was inappropriate question.
"Hey, I never ask patients that, but we are old friends Michael, didn't think you would mind."
"Okay. The truth is I do sometimes. That's why I'm here. To see if I can father a child."
"Did you get married again?"
"No, but I'm thinking about it. Dad's been pressuring me, says he wants grandchildren and I'm his only hope."
"I understand . . . "
"In a way it's good we didn't . . . never knew if it was her fault or mine. Figure I'd better find out before doing any serious shopping again."
"Well today should help you get closer to the answer. Here's a container for your sperm. I'll see if I can find you a girlie magazine or two . . . ."
"Thanks, but if I have a choice I'll take you in the bathroom with me instead," he said eyeing her sweet bottom.
Meagan's cheeks turned red and she silently handed him a couple of magazines and pointed to the bathroom door.
"I was just teasing you Meagan. I know you are taken by that John, what's his name?"
"Not any longer, we broke up last month. I want kids and he doesn't. It was a deal breaker."
The wheels in Michael's head churned. He had the hots for Meagan all the way back to their freshman year in college, but there was always something that got in the way.
Now he knew she was free, he figured he'd better keep his mouth shut and dump his load in the pan she gave him.
It was quick and easy. He left the door opened a crack and imagined her walking in on him unexpectedly.
As he reached a climax and let out a moan, he heard the door shut and wondered if she had been watching.
The thought of it made him hard all over again and ten minutes later he dumped a second load.
It secretly thrilled him that he'd be handing her so much sperm.
He couldn't help but hope she'd find it impressive.
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The next day he called and Meagan told him his report was back and all indications were he should be able to father children with no problem. His sperm count was in the high range.
Trying to keep the conversation light and at the same time eager to take advantage of the situation, Michael asked, "How about helping me celebrate Father's Day this Sunday?"
"What did you have in mind Michael . . . ?"
"It's like this--when I asked Dad to tell me his idea of the perfect Father's Day gift he said, 'To me, the perfect gift is baseball, football, a juicy prime rib and you.' "So that's it. I'm giving him what he wants."
"Wow. A lot to cram into one day. It sounds wonderful, but how do I fit in the plan?"
Well here's the deal Meagan . . . I'm taking Dad to the Detroit Tiger's game tomorrow. Then in his Father's Day card, he'll find a free pass for a Chicago Bears Game. After, I thought we'd finish off the day at the MGM Grand for a juicy prime rib, craps, and stay overnight."
"Michael, it's a fantastic gift, but I still don't see where I fit."
"When I ran it all past Dad he was excited, but asked for one more gift. THIS is where you come in . . . ."
Dad said, "That's ALMOST my idea of a perfect Father's Day Present--now if you'd throw in a girl who can have babies--it would indeed be perfect."
The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening.
"Meagan, are you still there? Look, it's my way of making my dad laugh. He'll love it! YOU would be the true surprise . . . come on and go along with it. What do you say? It could be lots of fun."
"Sure Michael, why not, let's do it. My own dad is dead, so in a way, this will be nice for me too."
"Terrific, Meagan! Thanks so much."
"Michael. This has to be the craziest date I've ever agreed to, but you're right, it does sound like fun."
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They met Michael's dad William at noon and had refreshments in the back yard after giving Meagan a tour of the place.
William and Meagan never seemed to run out of things to talk about including Michael's mother.
"Look at this picture Meagan, this was the one I was telling you about, see how much she looks like you?"
"Yes, I have to admit she does . . . how long has she been gone now?"
"Far to long Meagan. I miss her every day . . . I'm so glad you could come today . . . feels like when Mary was alive."
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The three of them had a great afternoon at Tiger Stadium and then went to the MGM
Casino and Hotel.
William was happy with his room, but scolded Michael for spending so much money on him.
Later he admitted it would allow him to get rested up for dinner and a night of playing craps. It was his favorite game and once he got into a rhythm he didn't like to stop.
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Michael excused himself and Meagan saying they would be back later to pick him up for dinner.
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All day long they had been touching each other whenever the opportunity afforded itself. The elevator was no exception.
Almost in shy way they held hands all the way down and on into the lounge. It felt natural. Like it was supposed to be, as if it always had been.
Finding a comfortable booth, they settled in with pitcher of beer and unshelled peanuts.
It was relaxing and nostalgic talking about their school days and what had been happening since graduation.
True, they still ran in the same circles, but when they did meet, all the talking they had ever done was superficial. Nothing serious and heart to heart.
Megan began to cry when she discussed her own father's death and Michael put his arms around her--comforted her.
Even when she stopped crying, his arm remained around her.
One by one her shoes dropped off. Soon her legs were out stretched across his lap and massaging his thighs as they continued to share stories.
Michael poured them each another glass of beer. It made his hands cold. He asked if he could warm them on her legs.
She giggled and told him to go ahead.
He worked up her legs until at last he was warming them just below her panties. There he found the soft spot of her inner thighs wet and felt invited to to continue exploring.
Meanwhile, Meagan's hand felt for his zipper and soon discovered Michael's rock hard package hidden behind his big cloth napkin. The overhang of the table cloth befriended them both.
"Michael, you are driving me crazy. I want you so bad, yet I know this is not right . . . it is way too soon for us to be carrying on like this . . . "
"Who says, Meagan. Who says?" We've been waiting for years. Stay with me tonight. I need you so bad. I have an adjoining room to Dad's that provides privacy."
"Oh, Michael, I would love to, but I think it is too soon for us to spend a night together . . ."
"Look at it this way, you'd be giving ME the perfect Father's Day gift in advance. My idea's the same as his--'baseball, football, a juicy prime rib and you.' Stay with me, I promise I won't make love to you unless you want me to."
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To Be Continued: The Perfect Gift: Baseball, Football, a Juicy Prime Rib and You (Part 2)
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