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I don't know what we were thinking. Maybe our genitals just did the thinking for us.

Liz was a sophomore and I was a junior at a small college in the Midwest US. Your typical small-town farm girl, Liz stood an inch or two taller than me. She got her share of male attention with a cute if not gorgeous face and a slender body with A-cup breasts that would've been more appropriate for a shorter Asian girl. But as I always say, "Anything more than a mouthful is a waste".

A chance conversation after class one afternoon led to Liz stopping by my dorm room occasionally. Back in the day I chased cheerleaders, flag drill team girls and athletic types so my relationship with Liz started out strictly platonic. One day while we were debating politics she asked me to give her a footrub and after I finished, she leaned forward with an intense look in her eyes and kissed me on the lips. It was just a peck, no tongue, and I sort of blew it off. But after that each time she visited she'd give me a friendly kiss before she left.

Now I wasn't the biggest pussy chaser at college but I wasn't about to pass it up if it was being offered. So one night when my roommate was out it was time to see if she were just being nice or if something else lay behind her kisses. When she kissed me, I hugged her to me and French kissed her back. That was all it took. Her clothes were on the floor before I even had a chance to think of my next move. Liz put my hands on her pert breasts and that decided the moment. We were naked and sixty-nine'ing on my bed without even closing the blinds. Fortunately I lived on the top floor of the dorm.

Liz's blowjob technique was non-existent but she was new pussy to me which meant my cock was happily swollen anyway. After just three or four minutes of me licking and sucking on her clit Liz started groaning and stopped sucking me. Her fists pounded the mattress beside my head and her stomach knotted up in a ball as she wailed in orgasm. Damn, she was a fast cummer.

I shifted up and positioned my cock between her still-twitching thighs. She locked her fingers around the small of my back and pulled me in. She was wet but almost painfully tight. Thankfully there was no blood. (That was a great relief since I'd broken in three virgins during college and didn't enjoy any of the initial fuck sessions; pain isn't my thing.) By junior year I'd been laid enough to know how to prolong it so I was in no hurry as I fucked Liz missionary style, cowgirl and doggie style while the sun went down outside the window and orange light climbed up the dorm room wall. Her pussy never got even a fraction of an inch looser the whole time and when I pulled my cock all the way out I had to shove to get it back inside. What a pussy! We were back in missionary position playing tongue hockey when that hot, delicious sensation finally started boiling up through my loins. Grabbing her asscheeks in both hands I buried my cock up to the hilt in Liz's tight slit and lost every other sensation except cum pumping through my rigid cock into her grasping pussy. Jesus, I almost blacked out from the sheer intensity of cumming in Liz for the first time. We just lay there gasping and kissing until well after dark and we knew my roommate would be back any minute. I sent her off with another kiss and mentally marked another notch on my bedpost.

Liz's trips to my room continued regularly for a few months through the fall into winter, though she was by no means my only bed companion nor was I hers. Even though we did it bare and I wore condoms with most of my other fuckbuddies, her lack of experience led to She was by far the best conversationalist of the bunch though. Liz came back from Christmas break obviously a few pounds heavier and I teased her about it over the phone. We stopped hooking up in January since I'd gotten serious about a particular girl in another class and I heard she started going to frat parties -- never a good idea for a nice girl like her. Through the grapevine I heard she was more or less date-raped by one of the jocks on the basketball team after putting herself in a compromising position at a party. She confided to me later that she was pregnant and getting an abortion. I felt bad for her but off to Planned Parenthood she went and was back to normal. On the rebound she got super-serious with a 20-something year old guy off campus and married him the year after I graduated.

Years later when we were both married and moved away she called on my birthday as usual. Somehow she indirectly brought the topic around to her terminated pregnancy. I told her what a shame it was that she'd gotten raped and had to get an abortion and the jerk who did it didn't have to suffer any consequences. There was a long pause on the other end, and I heard sniffling. Liz said, "Jesus Christ, Jeff. You really didn't understand? I was pregnant with your child! I loved you and wanted to be your wife and the mother of your child but you rejected me for that bitch so I started sleeping around with anyone who'd have me."

I was speechless It was a damn good thing my wife was out of the house because I'm sure I was white as a sheet and my hands were suddenly trembling so hard it was hard to hold the receiver up to my ear.

"Are you sure?? I mean you were sleeping with other people, right? Christ Liz, I thought you were on the pill." Dumb as it seems to you reading this, it had never occurred to me that she wasn't taking care of birth control. I mean, she was rich and educated ... how was I supposed to guess she was just lying back and taking bare cock without any protection? My whole stomach felt like it was filled with icewater.

"It was your fetus they took out of my body Jeff. Didn't you remember when I started getting "fat" after the holiday break? That was our baby pushing my belly out. I was four months along the last time we fucked. You were the only guy to put sperm in me, I wasn't even having protected sex with anyone else. Jeff, that was our baby growing in me. The fucking jock who spiked my drink with Everclear raped a pregnant teenager. He knew it even though you didn't; he kept calling me "Mama" and "baby factory" while he fucked me. He gave me an STD too. That's why I never had sex with you again. I couldn't face the shame either way." You could've knocked me over with a feather, literally. My mouth apologized over and over mechanically, but mentally I was racing back over the years trying to connect dots between events I'd completely overlooked while actually living them.

What a fucking tragedy, and I'd been clueless through it all. I never got another girl pregnant and sometimes I wonder what I can do to make up for what I put Liz through.