Having given birth since we last were together, she was not as tight as I remembered, but it was still sensational for me. Using two digits, I finger fucked her, getting into a rhythm where she rose her pelvis to meet each of my thrusts. She was generating a lot of lubrication and my cock was dripping a constant flow of pre-cum. I was ready for more.
“Lisa, it’s time,” I whispered. “Can we make love now?”
She looked straight into my eyes and smiled. It was the smile I remembered from the previous summer in our hotel room.
“Yes, oh yes, I’m very ready,” she said softly.
“Okay, I just need to get up and grab a condom. I came prepared this time.”
She touched my arm and said, “No need, baby. I’m on birth control now. It’s a requirement of living in the shelter. No more worries.”
Now it was my time to smile. I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. She still had the cheerleader flexibility, raising her knees high and folding them almost down to the bed. This was always my favorite moment, where the woman I love is completely open to me and fully exposed. From her magnificent bush of pure blond hair to her succulent breasts to the best part of all, her utterly beautiful face. The young woman who lay before me was a goddess.
Grabbing my throbbing shaft, I stroked the head up and down through her warm, wet folds, adding my lubrication to hers. I looked at her face and saw she again had her eyes closed in anticipation. Positioning myself at the entry to her vagina, I pushed forward, feeling my cockhead slide in with almost no effort. My brain was instantly flooded with pleasure signals as I enjoyed the grip of her secret place.
“Ooh, nice, so nice,” I heard her moan.
I pushed in again, this time burying my entire shaft into her warmth. It wasn’t as snug as when I took her virginity, but then how could it be? But it felt just as good because I was making love to my dream girl. Having bottomed out, I pulled back almost completely, before pushing forward again. I made several of these long strokes, hearing Lisa murmur her delight with each. With each outward stroke, I felt her clenching her muscles tightening her vagina’s grip on my cock, almost like she never wanted me to leave.
I lowered myself to her body, letting her support some of my weight, and started shorter, faster strokes. This new position allowed my pubic bone to massage her clit, enhancing her stimulation. Each time I pushed inward, I buried my cock to the hilt, and I was fighting a losing battle trying to delay my orgasm. As I rocked into her, her hard nipples were pressing points into my chest, and I knew I was going to explode soon. If I was going to cum, I wanted to be kissing her when I did, so I pressed my lips to hers and slid my tongue into her mouth.
I felt her body relax as she welcomed my tongue and sucked it. Like sword fighters, our tongues poked and swirled and danced inside her warm mouth. I had reached the point of no return and with a single hard thrust, I buried myself and climaxed like I was a teenager. One, long, tremendous stream of semen exploded from me, momentarily halting my movement. A few seconds later, my paralysis broke, and I resumed my hip thrusts. With each stroke, burst after burst of hot jizz pounded against the bottom of Lisa’s vagina, flooding her cervix. Not more than two seconds later, I felt Lisa’s body stiffen as her own orgasm overtook her.
In those final moments, she wrapped her legs around mine and pulled me close, forcing me in even deeper. I continued spurting at least ten solid jets of spunk before my orgasm began to fade. Her climax took longer to pass, and she held me clamped in her legs for several minutes. That was fine with me, as I got to hold her and feel my still-hard cock buried inside her. We broke our kiss, and she opened her eyes and favored me with her smile.
“My God,” she said, panting from the effort, “I’d forgotten how good sex could be. I didn’t ever think I’d feel this good again.”
I managed to wiggle my pelvis just enough to slide in and out of her, but we were both too sensitive for it to feel good. She released me from her legs, and I slowly slid out of her, almost instantly regretting the loss of intimate contact. We rolled onto our sides facing each other and kissed and cuddled, just enjoying the post-coital moment.
We talked about nothing much for the next few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company and the warmth of our embrace. I had a thousand questions bouncing around in my brain, but one rose to the top. I just wasn’t sure if there would ever be the right time to ask it. Steeling myself, I asked.
“Baby, when did you find out you were pregnant? It had to be a month or two after our date at the amusement park? When I stupidly forgot condoms?”
Instantly, her face darkened, and her bright smile blinked out. She started to force some separation between us, almost like she wanted to flee. I loosened my embrace but worried if she left, I’d never see her again. Something about the question hit a raw nerve.
“Lisa, please, you don’t have to answer. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s my engineer brain just trying to make the math work. But it isn’t necessary if it’s a bad topic to discuss. I love you, and what info you choose to keep private is your decision.”
She stopped struggling and her body went limp, almost like all her energy had been drained. Lying on the bed, she looked up, and I could see the pain in her face.
“You know, I tried to kill myself when I found out I was pregnant. I knew the disaster that awaited me once my parents found out. So I took a bunch of my mother’s sleeping pills, got into my bed, and never even bothered to write a note.” Her eyes overflowed as tears cascaded down her cheeks. I reached out again to touch her but she brushed me away and said, “My mistake was in forgetting to turn off the light in my bedroom. My mom came to check on me and found me comatose. Next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital bed.”
“My God, Lisa! I had no idea. No one I spoke with even hinted at a suicide attempt. I can’t fathom the depth of despair you must have felt. My heart is crushed at the thought that I could have lost you forever.”
“Well, there was no way my parents would air our dirty secrets and the hospital couldn’t say anything. I was held for three days of psychiatric examination and then released. As soon as I got home, my parents kicked me out. Since I had just turned eighteen and was no longer a minor, they had the upper hand.”
I tried again to hold her but she was having none of it. The memories were just too raw and painful.
“I understand you stayed with friends for a few weeks? Were they at least compassionate?”
She gave me a sad smile and said, “Things started well enough, but as the realization grew that I would need months of care and then a newborn would arrive, the compassion started to wane. My social circle was quite priggish and the thought of an unwed pregnant teen living in their homes just caused too much stress. So out I went.”
I moved to lie on my back, so I could stare at the ceiling, totally lost in the misery I’d just heard. All of this could have been prevented at so many different points. Stupid decisions leading to more stupid decisions, all leading to near catastrophe.
She went on, “You asked when I found out I was pregnant. In another context, this could have been almost funny. If you recall, after our eraser sex play in the meeting room where you misfired a big load onto my pussy, a few weeks later I got my period. Then after our romantic big day at the hotel, where I said I was safe, I got my period on schedule again near the end of August. So I believed I was home free and could focus on my upcoming senior year.”
“When did that belief change? What happened to make you seek a test?”
“Call it a late birthday present. I was expecting my period right around the time of my birthday but I never got one. Also, I’d developed severe cramping and my breasts had become tender and sore. I knew it couldn’t be pregnancy, given the timing, so my mom took me to the doctor. He examined me and ran some tests and sent me home with orders to rest and take aspirin. The next day he called and spoke with my mother, which he never should have done since I was an adult, and told her I was three months pregnant. All hell broke loose after that.”
Hearing her words, I jerked up to a sitting position. My brain was in overdrive trying to make the math work.
“Three months? But that’s way before our water park date, where I came inside you twice. How could that be?”
She sat up and faced me, ready to lay it all out for me. It was information she had known for nearly a year, and I imagine there was some pressure to share.
“Once the news was out in the open, my mom forced me back to the doctor before daring to tell my father. She wanted it explained to her in detail. The doctor asked me about my sexual experiences and my periods and stuff, and came to the simple conclusion that I conceived on the Friday night after our eraser fight. Those wayward spurts of your semen and my attempt to clean myself led to little Amy.”
“But, but,” I stammered like a fool trying to deny reality, “you got your period after that accident, in fact, you had another period after that. How?”
This time she smiled for real, realizing how easily she was fooled, and said, “Doctor said they weren’t real periods. They were just what he called spotting. Not uncommon in a first pregnancy. I recall those two periods were very light and came a little off schedule, but I never thought anything of it. I just went about my life.”
I sat there, flabbergasted. For the last two months of our summer, Lisa had been pregnant and neither of us knew. As scared as we were to think she might be pregnant after our first time, knowing would have been infinitely better than what eventually happened. So much pain, caused by such careless play. I felt so bad that I wished a hole would’ve opened up and swallowed me for my idiocy. But no magic occurred, and no running away was possible. In the end, we were just two broken people trying to pull our lives together.
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