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My first experience with people getting pregnant came in high school. I distinctly remember a guy bragging that he was going to get laid at the junior prom no matter what. His girlfriend was really quiet and reserved. The following Monday I learned that they had a big fight at the dance, and had broken up. Well, in the end he was true to his word... he ended up picking up a girl that had gone with a group of other girls 'stag' to the event and ended up nailing her in the back seat of his car. Apparently people watched in the parking lot and he ended up high-fiving guys a few minutes after he was done. Not the best way to treat a date. Anyways, 5 months later we learn that she's pregnant. She drops out of school, and his parents make fools of themselves at the principle's office, yelling and screaming "how can you let this happen at a school function!?!". Never found out how things turned out.

I had a really hot portugese girlfriend for awhile in early college, and she taught me *alot* about sex. She was a nympho in many ways, giving me blow jobs in her bedroom when her parents were watching TV in the very next room. She'd finger her pussy in the back seat of the car when we were getting lifts to the subway, and then have me lick them dry. Despite all this, I didn't have sex with her, mainly because I was paranoid of knocking her up. She detested the pill, and said she'd only have sex with a guy 'naturally' the first time she had sex with him. I argued that a condom should be a minimal preventitive measure, during which she and I had this conversation:

"Silly, a condom is no protection, especially if the girl wants to get
pregnant."

"I don't think so. If the guy brings his own condom and is careful, it won't
break."

Her: "That's a laugh! Any girl can break any condom, just ask Brenda." Brenda was an acquaintance of ours who was on a break from college to raise her first child. She was due to get married in the fall.

Me: "Ok, you know something I don't. Please tell."

"Well, Mike is a pretty popular member of the football team, and has girls hanging off him all the time. That and he's due to go into law school next year...probably out of town. So, after 4 years invested Brenda had to force the issue. He wasn't going to get married until he was working, and that's another 4-5 years away at this point. So, anyways, she knew her cycles and timed things for the Halloween party. Mike got pretty drunk as usual, but not THAT drunk. But he was drunk enough that when the condom broke he didn't suspect anything with the exception of some bad luck."

Me: "She tore the condom? Punctured it?"

"No, Mike wasn't that stupid...he always had his own ready. I don't think he 100% trusted Brenda. Anyways, he wasn't smart enough. She lubbed up with vaseline about an hour before the party. She got it inside nice and deep...he wouldn't notice unless he went down on her, which probably wouldn't happen at a party."

"Wow, that's evil."

"Most women know what they're doing. They just let guys think they're stupid. But no woman every got pregnant by accident...remember that."

That I did. Mike and Brenda moved on and had a decent life together, but I find it weird that I know how their first child was conceived, and he doesn't.

Women wanting to get pregnant, without the guy agreeing in advance, became a theme in my life for awhile. There was a couple at work that ended up quitting and going to different companies after word got out that she was pregnant. She was a 19 year old summer student secretary, who I knew through conversation did not enjoy school and had no intention of working for a living. She wanted to be a kept woman. He, on the other hand, was a project manager in his late 20s that was living the high life -- good salary, good job, no long term relationships, and was cultivating an appreciation for the finer things in life. Office relationships were against corporate policy, a superior having a relationship with a directly reporting employee was definitely verboten. If they hadn't quit, they would have been fired most likely.

After we learned what had happened, I talked to John about how he could make such a stupid mistake. He knew he had been duped, but couldn't really do anything about it without making a big asshole out of himself.

The story went as follows: She arranged a full day's outing, of hiking, shopping, dinner, and then whatever comes next. She wore a skimpy outfit the whole day (mini skirt and halter top), and was talking so dirty and slutty at the restaurant that the waiter turned away from the table in embarassment. At this point, John was just happy that he knew he was going to be getting some. After dinner, she executes the coup-de-grace -- she casually led him to a strip club by her place under the pretense that 'it would be fun'. By the end of the evening, she had paid for several strippers for him, whom she later shared in a booth through some very explicit lesbian action. At this point, he was ready to explode.

They go back to her place immediately, both a little tipsy. They're naked in 2.5 seconds, at which point the blatantly obvious "we're out of condoms" line is uttered.

"Wait, I thought I left a box her last time with a few left."

"No, sorry, those were just empty wrappers."

"That's not what I thought..."

He's had blue balls from hell now, and she was looking desperate. They came up with a compromise.

"I'm certain its a safe time of the month...and besides, you'll promise to pull out, right?"

John, desperate for some satisfaction, pretty much would agree to anything. The subtle part at this point was that she implied it would be his decision to pull out, not hers. But her plan is now in effect. They went at it for several minutes, starting first in missonary, then rolling around in the bed violently. In a few minutes, she was ontop and riding him for all he was worth.

Lisa (bouncing): "Ugh...ugh...feels...great...fuck me fuck me fuck me..."

John: "Ugh...I'm about to cum...I'm going to cum..."

Lisa (bouncing): "Fuck me fuck me...YES..YES. YESYESYES..."

He first struggled to roll her off, but she was bouncing like mad, and had all the leverage. John didn't last long after that shot straight up into her. Finally his 6 hour raging hard-on was relieved in one instant, with Lisa wailing like a banshee. For that one moment in time, it was all worth it.

Afterwards, she got up and feigned embarassment. "I was just so into it...I'm sure its okay." She went to the bathroom to supposedly wash herself out. She didn't come back for 15 minutes, at which point the passion had died and they went to sleep.

They never hooked up, John wanted nothing to do with her. He pays child support and works for another company. She lives in a modest apartment, and last I heard was hitting the bars near corporate centres downtown, trolling for a husband.

A couple friend of ours is breeding like rabbits. They're up to 4 kids, and the husband brags that he's ready for more. His wife is less optimistic, but is a good mother and generally a nice person. Their kids are all born relatively close together, 4 in total over about 6 years. I asked Rob how he's managed to have such a large family, especially given that his wife was a career woman beforehand and always planned going back to work.

"Well, although the double income was nice, I always pictured myself as the main bread winner. Before we'd argue about managing careers and where we wanted to live all the time. Now, most of those arguments have stopped as Beckie stays home now."

"But doesn't she want to go back to work?"

"Sure she does, but how can she when she's pregnant all the time? See my point? And now with four kids its not really cost effective to send them to day care, and she's been out of work for about 6 years now so going back is like starting over."

"Wow, that's a bit harsh, isn't it? You mean you had kids to keep her at home?" I said.

"Yeah, pretty much so. She got upset after Matthew (their third child) was conceived so quickly. She wouldn't let me near her without protection afterwards. She was really confused, because she had always heard that a woman can't conceive while breastfeeding."

I had heard that once or twice as well, but wasn't sure as to its veracity. Sure enough, it's an old wives tale.

"So our second child she chalked up to fluke, but after Matthew she looked into it more and realised just her cycles were surpressed. I wanted a fourth kid, and deep down I knew she'd give me one if I finesed the situation. Any guy who tells you that they're not turned on by keeping their wife barefoot and pregnant is a liar. So, anyway, remember that weekend we took off to the cottage, just her and I? It was our first time alone in 3 years and we had left the kids at her parents. I had a 3 day weekend where we fucked like bunnies without any distraction, and sure enough I knocked her up again!"

"She let you touch her again? Without protection?" I was incredulous at this point, but also fascinated.

He put on a mock voice of disappointment. "Oh dear, we didn't bring any protection. I thought ~you~ were going to bring it. Oh well, I guess I can go fishing..." He finished it off with a few nudges and winks.

Great couple, great family. But subtly, a college graduate, career woman was gradually changed into a soccer mom.