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Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 14:36:04 -0600
From: irelass@hotmail.com
Subject: How I became Pregnant, a first post
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"How I became pregnant" a first story by Irish Lass with names changed to
protect the not so innocent!I was in love with "shawn", who didn't seem
to notice me.  The kind oflove where I thought about him all the time,
dreamed about him.  Thekind of love where I wanted his last name as mine.
 His best friend"william" was over, and he was my best friend too.  My
parentswere away that weekend and there was a storm, so "william" could
not gohome.It was pretty late and we were talking on my parents bed right
after Icame out of the shower for the night.  I was in my bathrobe.  I
told himall about "shawn", and how hurt I was over it.	Even how I was
savingmyself for him, as silly as that seems now.It was very quiet, and
he was just looking at me, deep in my eyes.Then he told me he loved me,
how he always loved me.  I didn't knowwhat to say.  I was frozen,
stunned, it was so unexpected.	When hereached forward, he started to
pull my bathrobe open a littlewith his hands, and then he kissed me.  Our
hair kind of mixed togetherand it felt so stange and tingly.  I could
have said or donesomething, but i let him, because i couldnt see him
being hurt theway I had been.  He is my best friend.  I never thought or
new hethought of me this way, but then maybe neither did "shawn", though
Iwas certain I had dropped so many hints, and never did "shawn" go
outwith anyone.When he kissed me, it was strange.  I was captured, just
by his kiss.I kissed before, but the way he kissed me, i could feel, he
meantevery word, about loving me.  It was slow and lingering, and ever
sogentle, while he slowly pulled my robe open, my heart already racingso
fast.  I opened my mouth to him, and he held me tight.Then he touched me,
first my neck, sending shivers down my spine, thenslowly, moving down
over my exposed breast.  I was already so hot, andit felt so good.  I
could barely breath, as he touched my breasts, andthen found my nipple
with his finger tips.  I could have stopped him,but I didnt.  Instead I
imagined it was "shawn".  I imagined it was"shawn" touching me, the way I
always wanted to be touched, by him.  Iimagined, when "william" parted my
lips and slowly kissed his way downmy chest, to then cover my nipple with
his mouth, that it was "shawn" Iwas cradling in my arms, loving me like
this.Then slowly he was pushing me back, and his mouth was over my
belly,when he touched my sex.  I was already wet, and he must havethought
it was for him, but it was for "shawn" I was wet, and Iremember going
crazy from his touch there, his pressing against myclit, then, suddenly,
he slid his finger into me.  I felt, more thanheard, myself start to
moan.  He slid his finger accross my clit andinto me, and I started to
cum.  I had done this to myself before, butnever anyone else.  First my
belly tightened, then all over I felt myselfclench.I closed my eyes, and
I came, so unlike when I did it myself, and I wasstill dreaming of
"shawn".  I would touch myself and make myself come likethis many a
night, my eyes closed, imaging "shawn", touching me, tastingme, even
making love to me on our wedding night, making our first child,but all
those were fantasies alone.  This, being touched, made it more real,more
special, having shared such an intimate moment, thought, with my
bestfriend in this way, but he did not know this.Then suddenly, it was
different.  He was holding me now, he held me whileI was cumming.  It
felt so good to be held now, in "shawns" arms.	But itwas not his finger
that I felt pressing now against my sex, even as I feltthe opening of my
cunny being stretched over something much thicker.Opening my eyes
suddenly, I guess I wished it was "shawn"s face i would see,but it was of
course "william".I always thought it would hurt, the first time, but it
felt sogood, and he was kissing me and touching me, and I just let it
happen.I felt myself streched around him, then felt myself being streched
insidemy belly.  I guess I never really had a hymen, for nothing tore,
and thenI felt him, swelled, tight, inside my belly, his hip crushing
against mine,the tip pressing against the bottom of my womb.It felt so
good, but i knew we had to do something. I was right between myperiod,
and, I knew, there was a little egg cell inside me just waitingto be
popped.  Then he started moving, and it felt like my world becamemy
cunny.	I could feel him moving, his heartbeat even, inside me.  Thenhe
kissed one of my nipples and I felt myself jerk suddenly and clench
allover.  I was cumming, even harder this time!  I felt my belly clench,
felthim inside me, so tight, and it felt like I was pressing him,
squeezinghim out of my body.I was frozen like that, my eyes closed, my
arms tight around him, my legstight around his hips, I don't know how
long.  Then, it was over, andit all felt different.  Now I could feel
him, very clearly, moving in mybody.  He felt very hot now inside me, and
he was moving differently, alwaysdeep now, and I could clearly feel his
heart beat in my belly.I just knew what this meant, instinctivily.  I
knew his body was ready now,to inseminate me.  I knew already some of his
swimmies may be inside me.I knew I had to do something, and fast, but I
felt myself starting to clenchagain.  His head was near mine, and I told
him, whispering, but as clear asI could, he had to pull out, or he would
make a baby inside me.	He had todo it now.I told him, and hearing me, he
held me very tight, slowly pulled one of mynipples back into his mouth. 
I felt myself jerk and clench like before,and I suddenly felt him swell
up huge deep inside me.  Clenching tight,my eyes open, I looked down at
him, his face, the face I knew would bethe father of my child, not
"shawn", but "william".I closed my eyes and held myself, clenched, tight
to him. Deep inside me,he held himself, and it was like a hot little
heart, beating insideme, and in that moment, I just knew, he would, he
was, "william" was, makingme pregnant.	I felt him, so warm inside me,
spreading in my belly, in beatwith his heartbeat.  My eyes closed, soon,
I knew, his seed, millions ofpieces of him, would be racing past my
cervix, through my womb, intomy tubes, my egg soon to be soaked in him. 
In "william".  And thendecending into my womb, our genes, into the place
my body has made readyto receive this.	My arms and legs wrapped tight
around him, I came, likenever before in my life.  I thought, this is what
making a baby shouldfeel like.I remember crying afterwards.  Once I came,
I was scared.  I knew he hadcome in me, and hard.  I knew he might really
be making me pregnant, andthere was so much of his stuff in me, and I
knew so little I could do.Reality ended my orgasm, and now I went to the
bathroom, to try and drainhim out of me.  I could see, with my hand
mirror, parting myself, how somuch of him was klinging inside me.  If I
thought jumping up and downwould do it, like I was told by my friends
many years ago, I would havetried that.We talked a little after that.  It
was hard at first, but I had to admit,to myself, I did not discourage
him, I was at least partly to blame.  Iwould not let him hold me, though.
 You see, I did not love him, and itdidn't feel right.	He was my best
friend, and, alas, he deeply loved me,but I did not and could not love
him quite the same way.  I think learningthis, afterward, hurt him far
more than if he knew it first.	He went homethe next day, and I now only
see him on rare occasion.Being as 'regular' as the moon, in two weeks,
nothing happened, and not inthree, but i already kinda knew, and had
accepted it by then.  I told him,of course.  There was no thought of
abortion in my mind.  It is not thebaby's fault it came to be made.  He
is my friend, I don't love him, but i am havinghaving his baby.  And
thats how it came to be.Maybe next time I will have the right persons
baby?!Irish Lassirelass@hotmail.com

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