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Oh she was forever playing games with the birth control. The little sponge would "fall out" or she'd just get horny and beg me to keep it in. But this one time she finally got her wish.

Heather her name was. She had red hair and big, beautiful breasts. On the down side, she had a smoking habit and a voice that could cut nails. But she was devoted and we were somewhat in love.

She lived in her mother's house. I remember it like yesterday. She work early and had to get ready for work. I was off and was slow to stir as she kissed me, fondled me. Her tongue darting into my mouth, her nipples insinuating themselves into my hands. Eager hands of her own dancing lightly, touching here and here and here, getting a response. My breathing starts to come in catches, my simulation of sleep getting less convincing.

She is naked.

Her body, warm and inviting, pressing against mine, as I stir and take her in my arms. There is a slick moistness between her thighs as she straddles me and begins her slithering motions, her body seeking to fully engulf me.

She is going faster and faster.

She is bringing me to the point, to point of no return. As my eyes really open for the first time, I feel my rush coming, my cum flying into her.

She is giddy when I drive her to work. She knows. Somehow I know.

A few weeks later when we make love there are a few spots of blood, but not her period. She's spotting a little. A few days later she announces what we already know...