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During one of my university summers I left my midwestern university to spend the summer taking French courses in Paris. In Paris I met another student doing the same think, Yuki. Yuki was two years young than me and a sociology student from Tokyo. We hit it off immediately and quickly started dating.

We knew we only had a few weeks together since we had to leave for our next destinations at the end of summer. Despite, or maybe because, of our limited time together we moved quickly. Less than a week after we met in class, we started dating. On our second date we were sleeping together. By the end of our second week together she was staying over at my place almost every night. She wasn’t on the pill, and our first time was a surprise. When I asked her if she had any condoms she said no, I told her I didn’t and asked “are you on the pill? She said “I’m sorry, no. We kept making out, but badly wanted to have sex. She told me that she wanted sex, and that it should be a safe time in her cycle, but she would only agree if I would promise to use the withdrawal method.

Needless to say I agreed. It was the first time I had had unprotected sex, and the feeling of being inside her was incredible. If she hadn’t been so insistent on reminding me I would have come in her immediately. But, I didn’t want to ruin a good thing and “safely covered her stomach instead. The next night we did the same thing, and the night after that . . . It was great, but the more we did it the more I wanted, needed to go further. Of course we used condoms sometimes, but she was perfectly willing to use the withdrawal method and I love it.

On Bastille Day we celebrated knowing each other for one month with a party, and then some “special time. She came out of the bathroom wearing a white satin baby doll that perfectly highlighted her magnificent breasts and her long, smooth legs. I thought I was in heaven. We made out of what seemed like forever, I was loving it, and hating it because I wanted to take her so badly. At some point while I was on top of her I decided I was going to finish in her this time. I pulled her panties off and she got on all fours. From behind I pushed into her and we started to fuck. It was incredible, she looked so innocent and so sexy and she was mine. We were swaying back and forth in unison and she and I were racing towards climax. She could tell I was getting into it and reminded me “remember to
pull-out. I grunted my accent and continued. I reached around and gave her a little extra stimulation, pushing her over the edge and giving her an orgasm.

While she was gasping I kept pounding her and building closer and closer. After recovering slightly she gasped “don’t come in me. The words were like magic. I don’t know if it was what she said, her desperate accent when she said it, or the combination of the words and that baby doll, but she seemed too innocent and available. Before I could respond I felt myself explode inside of her.

I locked myself against her and moaned. She didn’t try to separate from me, in fact she was squeezing me. But while doing that she was repeating the same thing over and over “oh shit, oh shot ,oh shit . . . When I was done she put her head on my chest and told me “you shouln’t have done that, you promised. I lied to her, rather than telling her the truth, I pretended it was all a mistake. “Yuki, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Its just that I was so into it and before I knew it I was already coming. I don’t know if she believed me, but she accepted it.

Yuki and I kept sleeping together, but she demanded we go back to the withdrawal method. I accepted that, but kept pushing her. I frequently asked her to let me come in her as the month went along, and a few time- especially at the end- she said yes. She never mentioned being afraid she was pregnant, but I could count days in her cycle. Well in early august (two weeks before I was leaving for American and she was leaving for her internship) we went to Nice of the weekend since we had a break from our program. After a day at the beach we went back to the hotel and had sex. During the sex she asked me to come in her. Afterwards she cuddled up to me and I asked her why she asked me to come in her and she said, “because I’m pregnant. Then she cried.
Two weeks later I got on a plane back to the US and my pregnant girlfriend got on a plane for her internship in Africa. That Spring she gave birth to our daughter