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T his story is part two in a series about women that I risked pregnancy with back in my "wilder" days. I previously made a comment that I had been with about 50 different women other than my wife, Cara. Well that's true. I'm not bragging about it really, just 'fessing up to the truth. I don't really consider myself "bad" as I've had a disapointing marriage for years.

I actually traveled for about five years with a regional rock band and as such, had many opportunities to get laid. It's just something we did back then before AIDS when the only really scary thing was a possible bout with an STD. Never got one though, even though I had lots of chances to get laid with or with out using a rubber.... Most of the time I was a good boy and would ask if the girl was on the pill or had something, but sometimes I just avoided the issue and filled 'em up with sperm. Other times if I had a rubber and the girl was concerned about getting knocked up, I'd roll that awful thing on and just hope it might break....

Toward the end of my road days with the band, I met Julie. Our first encounter was at a gig where she was with her long time boyfriend. We met and hit it off right from the start. I thought she seemed a little overly flirty so I managed to sneak her one of my cards and hoped she would take the bait....Well, the following week, she called and expressed an interest in our getting together. She was attending an all girl college and we made a date for dinner and so I drove up to meet her on a week night. It was obvious from the start that Julie wasn't too committed to her boyfriend, who was going to school somewhere else, and we ended up in the back of my van with lust on our minds. We didn't do it that first night but after that, it was open season on sex.

Julie had a thing about the pill and refused to take it but insisted on using a barrier contraceptive. In the beginging we used rubbers and then she got brave. We gave up the condoms in favor of a can of Emko foam and an applicator. One thing that she refused to do was to put her foam in before hand until we got hot to go, and so it sort of became part of our foreplay. Let's face it, it tastes terrible. With time, I actually got pretty good at shooting her up. I'd carefully fill the applicator, then ease it part way into her pussy, rolling it back and forth until it was in all the way. Just before pushing in the plunger, I'd quietly ask her if that was what she really wanted? She would lie there for a few moments considering the risks and ultimately shake her head, "yes." I always waited a second or two for her to change her mind and when she didn't, I would then slowly push the plunger in. For about a year or so, we would get together when she wasn't seeing her boyfriend and have sex in her room or in my van, or out in the woods or where ever we could find a quiet secluded place. Always the last thing before I entered her was that shot of foam and then..... heaven.

As we all know, bareback is the way nature intended us to couple and it's way more exciting to add chance to lovemaking. I'm not sure exactly how I came up with this idea, but after a while I got real brave and started only partially filling the applicator. That's kind of hard to judge in the dark, so I'd fill it up completely then partially empty out the foam prior to inserting it in Julie's wonderful pussy. After a while, I got completely excited about the idea of knocking her up! It got to be all I could think of. I was even keeping up with her cycle and trying to make sure that we would be able to get together so I would have a chance to sperm her good when the time was right. One night we were out to dinner, and sitting in the booth behind us was the most beautiful little girl either of us had ever seen. She had wonderful long blonde hair with bangs and the most beautiful smile and eyes. The little girl kept standing up and leaning over to our side and was just such fun that we couldn't take our eyes off of her. After dinner we kept talking about how cute she had been and I guess this set off the maternal instinct in Julie. Later that night back in her bed in her dorm room, I filled the applicator and as I normally did, was in the process of my little insertion and tease routine, just as I was about to start slowly pushing in the plunger, Julie put her hand over mine, removing my hand and the applicator and simply said, "Please, just love me." There was never any question in my mind or hesitation on our part. We simply came together in nature's intended way and our loving resulted in our having a beautiful blonde daughter, whom Julie named "Heather".

Shortly after discovering that she was pregnant, Julie married her long time boyfriend, Mark and later they had a son Will. I never slept with Julie again, but there is seldom a day that I don't think about her and our daughter, Heather.