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Subject: {ASSM} Paternity (5/10) (Virago Blue)(MF, orgy, mf, oral, Rom)
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* * * Continued from Part 4 * * *
"Me too," Parker answered pulling the bedspread up to cover both of us.
I snuggled back against Parker's naked body and quickly feel asleep.
I woke up to the feel of Parker's body still against my back, his penis
prodding into my backside. I'm not sure how long we slept but apparently
long enough for him to recover from his recent sexual escapade. I wriggled
back against him suddenly feeling very daring. The sun was barely up and
the room had an eery gray- blue glow. Everything was quiet in and around
the house. It led me to believe the others had found a place to crash.
I looked over the edge of the bed to check for visitors. It took me a
while to focus in the half-dark and determine that the rumpled piles of
shorts, tshirts and bed sheets did not conceal any of our friends. I
rolled over and turned towards Parker. "I've got to go pee."
Parker laughed and slapped my butt as I crawled out of bed. I hurried
to the adjoining bathroom and urinated, only slightly embarrassed that he
could hear me. I flushed and washed up a little before heading back to the
cozy bed.
Parker nuzzled into my neck, still groggy from sleep. I was wide awake
and feeling playful. I slid one leg over his thighs, gradually drifting
higher until I had successfully opened my legs up enough for his
exploration. In the meantime I enjoyed feeling up his penis, and it was
obviously happy to see me.
There's something about that feeling of being openly exposed yet the one
seemingly in control of the situation that excites me more than anything.
In a matter of moments I felt the desire building inside of me. I touched
myself and felt the wetness. I turned my attention back to Parker and
guided his penis near my opening. At that point I clearly remember pushing
up enough to slip across him, straddling his hips. In one fluid movement
he was settled inside of me. We rocked together for quite a while that
morning. I know he came and I, blessedly, came at the same moment.
We spent the next half an hour or so playing around in bed. We kissed,
lightly and playfully, and then deeper, sucking on each other's tongues.
Parker felt up my pussy, tickling my clit before sliding one finger inside
me. I wriggled on top of his hand. He inserted another finger. Soon I
was riding his fingers, humping his hand to a body-shaking orgasm. I kept
pressure on his penis with my thigh, rocking against it during my desperate
ride, groaning in satisfaction as he came once again on my leg and belly.
Finally we left the bedroom in our swimsuits but lost them somewhere
between the lake and the picnic table.
By Sunday evening we were packed up and ready to leave. Tracy and I
made one last sweep over the lake house to make sure we didn't leave the
place in a mess. Jan followed us with a trash bag to gather the leftover
beer cans, bottles and ashtrays. Before nightfall we had loaded up the
last of our bags, including the trash, locked the doors and said our
goodbyes. We left it at "I'll call you," just one of those things friends
say to each other even when they suspect they may never remember to do so.
The guys went in their direction, Jan, Tracy and I went in ours.
I didn't talk too much to Tracy since she left for vacation with her
family. They always took their RV and traveled for a couple of weeks
camping out. Jan spent the week after we returned getting her things ready
for college. Her parents brought her up to Texas Tech the following week.
As for me, I had six weeks off before I needed to pick up my schedule at
the local college. I spent that time doing nothing. I had grown lazy,
sleeping until nearly noon everyday. Sometimes I didn't even have the
energy to clean the house for my mom. Many times I would rush around at
the last possible minute straightening up, simply because I couldn't manage
to get out of bed for longer than a half an hour before the cool comfort of
the sheets called me back. I figured I was just coming down with a cold or
the flu. Nearly a month had passed, six weeks after my last period, before
I realized I had skipped my period. College started in two weeks and my
period was over ten days late.
I scrounged together some of the money I had left after spending most of
my graduation money on my first semester and bought a pregnancy test at the
drug store. My hands were shaking as I tried to follow the directions
inside the package. I must have reread them ten times before going through
with the whole process. The test was positive.
I cried for two hours. I was so afraid of how my mother would react but
mostly I was afraid of what would happen next. How was I going to take
care of a baby? I was immature in so many ways. I was an only child. I
never had children around me much. All my cousins were much older than me
and I never really took babysitting jobs with kids younger than four. I
had never even changed a diaper. It pains me to remember that day but I
even considered trying to fall down the stairs on purpose, just so I could
maybe lose the pregnancy on accident. I stood at the top of the stairs, my
hand on the banister and tried to decide how to fall. Do I overstep the
next step and slide, eventually rolling down the next twenty or so carpeted
steps? Should I just step off backwards, completely losing my bearings?
What if I just lay down on the landing and threw my weight down onto the
next step, allowing momentum to roll me the rest of the way? I stood
there, crying and thinking, holding on to my belly, knowing I just couldn't
go through with it. I decided then and there that the baby was mine and
that was the end. I would take care of myself because if I didn't he or
she would suffer for it. I may not have been a National Honor Society
scholar but I wasn't dumb. I could get a job and support us. I wasn't
ever going to admit what I had done over graduation weekend and drag one of
those boys into a relationship with me.
I walked carefully down those stairs, gripping tightly to the banister.
I wasn't going to fall now. I found my way into the kitchen, blinded by my
tears, and pulled a glass from the dishwasher. I jerked open the
refrigerator and filled the glass with milk. I sat at the kitchen table,
waiting for my mother to come home from work. Taking care of us would
begin now. It took me two hours but I choked down that glass of milk just
as my mother was walking through the door.
Her face grew concerned immediately. Fresh tears streamed down my
cheeks as I told her the news. She was angry, angry with me and angry at
the lie I sat there for two hours constructing in my head. We argued,
fought and cried, eventually coming to an understanding of sorts. I had my
choices and if I chose to keep the baby I would be fully responsible for
our lives. If my mother thought I couldn't handle the situation she had a
friend in social services that I could talk to about adoption or maybe even
foster care. My mother wasn't going to commit herself to raising my child.
Sure, she would help occasionally but she made it perfectly clear that this
was my child. I felt bitter at first and then I realized exactly what she
was doing. She was forcing me to make a choice and to live the best way
with my choice. She also knew how horrified I was at the idea of my child
being taken from me. I can say now that that is what prompted me to work
so hard to give my son a good home, single or not.
That night, fired up by my new convictions, I scanned the want-ads of
the local paper. I was able to get a partial refund on my books and
classes I had registered for at the university, giving me a bank account
with a whopping balance of $650.00. I didn't let that deter me. I
scheduled interviews with banks, grocery stores and several of the shops at
the local mall. I made it clear during my interview that I was expecting a
baby and would need maternity leave. I said this with my chin lifted and a
defiant set to my expression, daring anyone to flinch or even blink the
wrong way. No one did but I still wasn't hired. It wasn't until Mr.
Mayes and Lucky's Restaurant that my luck changed.
* * * Continued to Part 6 * * *
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