Straight Female / 29
I think when you are young you are vulnerable. At the same time you are stupid enough to believe that you are in control. But you are not. Life is in control.
I went to a beach party and spent the night. My coworker also spent the night. He caught me in the hall going to the bathroom, I was in my panties and a t-shirt. He said I had a nice ass. When I went into the bathroom he followed me and told me he had never peed together with a girl, that when he was growing up boys would play sword fights when they peed, but of course you couldn't do it with a girl. He told me to sit down and he took out his penis and started to pee in the sink. I pulled my panties down and peed in the toilet.
Of course things progressed from there and I ended up sleeping with him and having sex. The next morning facing some of my other friends and coworkers was hard. I was embarrassed, and to be frank I regretted it. He on the other hand was all natural, he had gotten to me and he slapped my ass and told his buddies I was an o.k. fuck, not a great fuck, but an o.k. fuck.
On the way back to the city he insisted that I ride with him. I had ridden down with two girls, but he booted his buddy out and put me in his pick up instead. In the truck he told me I was a great fuck, but he had to show off to his buddies, but he wanted me to know I was a great fuck.
We became an office couple. As we were approaching a year of being together he sat me down and told me that there was a problem. The problem, as he put it, was that there was this girl he had dated in college, her name is Alicia. She had been in town for a wedding of a friend of hers and they had met up and they had ended up in bed and now she was pregnant. He assured me she was a great girl, really a great girl and that her having his baby wasn't bad at all. That I should feel good about that, that if I would have had to pick a girl to have a baby for him I would have picked her. My reaction, believe me I was stunned and getting pissed of more and more by the minute, I yelled at him what about me, wasn't I good enough for him to have his baby. Why was he fucking her and getting her pregnant and why wasn't he fucking me and getting me pregnant. It is hard to explain, but at that moment my anger was about how could this girl I didn't even know be having a baby with him before me. I was his girlfriend, I should be pregnant.
I wanted to know everything about this Alicia, everything. And I got pregnant and I insisted on him marrying me before it crossed his mind to marry her. To hell with the church wedding and all that, I got pregnant and we got married at the court house. Better me than her.
I got reports on her pregnancy. I got the report that she was having a boy. When I got the report that I was having a girl I was crushed. Her baby boy was born and he drove to her home town to see her and took a gift and they went to see a lawyer and fixed things up about child support. He came home with pictures of the new mother and his baby and he was gushing about how she had made such a perfect baby and how he always wanted a son, but that me having a baby girl just completed the pair. When my baby came, she sent a gift and a hand written note. She signed it "love Alicia". I sent a thank you note with some pictures of my baby and I signed "love Karen".
Because the babies were tiny, for visitation we drove up to see her. She was living with her parents, and it always ended up the same. Her father and Mr. Wonderful would end up in the living room watching sports and the women in the kitchen talking. Returning to the city was always hard, I always felt alone going home. Alicia and I talked often on the phone, we shared pictures and stories about the babies, as her son got a bit older she would come and spend the weekend with us, or we went up to see her.
One day, she was in town with us, I took her through a new neighborhood showing her where I wanted to move. We stopped and went into a couple of model homes, we pushed our babies around in their strollers, and talked about the type of house we wanted. We never talked about moving in together. The topic never came up. But we looked at dozens of houses together until we found one that we both seemed to like. That is the house we bought and that is the house we live in. We call it our Goldilocks' house, it is just right. He has his garage and his den with his TV and his music and we have our kitchen and the rest of the house.
I went to a beach party and spent the night. My coworker also spent the night. He caught me in the hall going to the bathroom, I was in my panties and a t-shirt. He said I had a nice ass. When I went into the bathroom he followed me and told me he had never peed together with a girl, that when he was growing up boys would play sword fights when they peed, but of course you couldn't do it with a girl. He told me to sit down and he took out his penis and started to pee in the sink. I pulled my panties down and peed in the toilet.
Of course things progressed from there and I ended up sleeping with him and having sex. The next morning facing some of my other friends and coworkers was hard. I was embarrassed, and to be frank I regretted it. He on the other hand was all natural, he had gotten to me and he slapped my ass and told his buddies I was an o.k. fuck, not a great fuck, but an o.k. fuck.
On the way back to the city he insisted that I ride with him. I had ridden down with two girls, but he booted his buddy out and put me in his pick up instead. In the truck he told me I was a great fuck, but he had to show off to his buddies, but he wanted me to know I was a great fuck.
We became an office couple. As we were approaching a year of being together he sat me down and told me that there was a problem. The problem, as he put it, was that there was this girl he had dated in college, her name is Alicia. She had been in town for a wedding of a friend of hers and they had met up and they had ended up in bed and now she was pregnant. He assured me she was a great girl, really a great girl and that her having his baby wasn't bad at all. That I should feel good about that, that if I would have had to pick a girl to have a baby for him I would have picked her. My reaction, believe me I was stunned and getting pissed of more and more by the minute, I yelled at him what about me, wasn't I good enough for him to have his baby. Why was he fucking her and getting her pregnant and why wasn't he fucking me and getting me pregnant. It is hard to explain, but at that moment my anger was about how could this girl I didn't even know be having a baby with him before me. I was his girlfriend, I should be pregnant.
I wanted to know everything about this Alicia, everything. And I got pregnant and I insisted on him marrying me before it crossed his mind to marry her. To hell with the church wedding and all that, I got pregnant and we got married at the court house. Better me than her.
I got reports on her pregnancy. I got the report that she was having a boy. When I got the report that I was having a girl I was crushed. Her baby boy was born and he drove to her home town to see her and took a gift and they went to see a lawyer and fixed things up about child support. He came home with pictures of the new mother and his baby and he was gushing about how she had made such a perfect baby and how he always wanted a son, but that me having a baby girl just completed the pair. When my baby came, she sent a gift and a hand written note. She signed it "love Alicia". I sent a thank you note with some pictures of my baby and I signed "love Karen".
Because the babies were tiny, for visitation we drove up to see her. She was living with her parents, and it always ended up the same. Her father and Mr. Wonderful would end up in the living room watching sports and the women in the kitchen talking. Returning to the city was always hard, I always felt alone going home. Alicia and I talked often on the phone, we shared pictures and stories about the babies, as her son got a bit older she would come and spend the weekend with us, or we went up to see her.
One day, she was in town with us, I took her through a new neighborhood showing her where I wanted to move. We stopped and went into a couple of model homes, we pushed our babies around in their strollers, and talked about the type of house we wanted. We never talked about moving in together. The topic never came up. But we looked at dozens of houses together until we found one that we both seemed to like. That is the house we bought and that is the house we live in. We call it our Goldilocks' house, it is just right. He has his garage and his den with his TV and his music and we have our kitchen and the rest of the house.
