Her voice trailed off, and Zofi stared across my chest into the distance. I couldn't help but lead her by asking, “It's who?"

“Sam," Zofi confessed with a tear rolling down her cheek.

“I think I've always been in Love with my best friend.”

I took a deep breath and furrowed my eyebrows.

“Wait, THAT'S why you said you would go off to Princeton. You're running away from Sam."

Glancing up at me, Zofi frowned.

“I wouldn't call it ‘running away’.

But... I can't spend four years just being her roommate, and who knows what beyond. She's not gay. We could never have the romantic relationship I want."

"I see," I muttered unhelpfully.

Zofi sighed.

“Messing around with the girls is just an advanced form of masturbation to her, only done for pure physical pleasure. She's going to want a boyfriend someday. Now maybe if that boyfriend was you, I could probably live with it. But with all the uncertainty around our futures, not to mention her current resistance to actually dating you, we both know the most likely thing is that Sam will eventually fall in love with some guy at Stanford or at Law School or wherever she ends up getting a job afterward."

“I suppose." I took a deep breath and sighed, feeling the same kind of pain in my own heart as Zofi felt in hers at the idea of Sam falling in love with some other guy

“One day she'll get married, raise a family, and live a normal life in a way that doesn't leave room for a lesbian romance. I mean seriously:

We both know how driven she is. She wants the big house with the white picket fence, the handsome husband, and the 2.5 kids. She wouldn't give up that dream to be with me, and even if she would, I could never let her. I love her too much to take that away.”

I nodded and stroked Zofi's hair. For a long while, both of us were silent, lost in thought.

“Don't tell her, by the way, that I'm gay or that I'm in love with her, or even the Princeton thing," Zofi muttered quietly.

"That goes without saying," I assured her

"I'LL have to find my own way to tell her.”

I nodded. They were Zofi's secrets to hold. But while she had explained all of her rationale behind going to college somewhere across the country, one thing remained on my mind. "So... what about this idea of you having my baby?"

Zofi snorted, and started giggling despite her tears. She wiped them from her cheeks and looked back up at me. "Relax, Matty. I'm not looking to get pregnant anytime soon. Any baby would be many years off into the future, after I've graduated and found someone of my own. I do want children, and I already know I wouldn't want some anonymous sperm donor. So like I said: I would want the child to be yours. I could even move into the area near you so you could be a part of the child's life if you want."

I thought about that. "The idea of having you in my life permanently does have great appeal."

"I'd even let you inseminate me the old-fashioned way." She rubbed my package, which had started to stiffen up again.

“Looks Like at Least one part of you is already onboard with the plan."

My mind conjured recent memories of Zofi calling ‘Fill me, darling, fill me!* and I imagined her doing the same ten years from now, Looking every bit as exquisitely gorgeous as today, only without any birth control as I flooded her fertile womb with sperm. And with a chuckle, I replied, "Well I can honestly say it would be no chore to do so."

“Think you have one more round in you?" Zofi slid down my body, parked herself between my thighs, and took my knob into her sweet mouth while slowly stroking my shaft with her left hand.