Message-ID: <24529asstr$960300660@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: VBwrites@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: Subject: {ASSM} Paternity (5/10) (Virago Blue)(MF, orgy, mf, oral, Rom) Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2000 10:11:00 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw, apuleius, IceAltar, newsman <1st attachment, "Paternity~5.txt" begin> * * * Continued from Part 4 * * * "Me too," Parker answered pulling the bedspread up to cover both of us. I snuggled back against Parker's naked body and quickly feel asleep. I woke up to the feel of Parker's body still against my back, his penis prodding into my backside. I'm not sure how long we slept but apparently long enough for him to recover from his recent sexual escapade. I wriggled back against him suddenly feeling very daring. The sun was barely up and the room had an eery gray- blue glow. Everything was quiet in and around the house. It led me to believe the others had found a place to crash. I looked over the edge of the bed to check for visitors. It took me a while to focus in the half-dark and determine that the rumpled piles of shorts, tshirts and bed sheets did not conceal any of our friends. I rolled over and turned towards Parker. "I've got to go pee." Parker laughed and slapped my butt as I crawled out of bed. I hurried to the adjoining bathroom and urinated, only slightly embarrassed that he could hear me. I flushed and washed up a little before heading back to the cozy bed. Parker nuzzled into my neck, still groggy from sleep. I was wide awake and feeling playful. I slid one leg over his thighs, gradually drifting higher until I had successfully opened my legs up enough for his exploration. In the meantime I enjoyed feeling up his penis, and it was obviously happy to see me. There's something about that feeling of being openly exposed yet the one seemingly in control of the situation that excites me more than anything. In a matter of moments I felt the desire building inside of me. I touched myself and felt the wetness. I turned my attention back to Parker and guided his penis near my opening. At that point I clearly remember pushing up enough to slip across him, straddling his hips. In one fluid movement he was settled inside of me. We rocked together for quite a while that morning. I know he came and I, blessedly, came at the same moment. We spent the next half an hour or so playing around in bed. We kissed, lightly and playfully, and then deeper, sucking on each other's tongues. Parker felt up my pussy, tickling my clit before sliding one finger inside me. I wriggled on top of his hand. He inserted another finger. Soon I was riding his fingers, humping his hand to a body-shaking orgasm. I kept pressure on his penis with my thigh, rocking against it during my desperate ride, groaning in satisfaction as he came once again on my leg and belly. Finally we left the bedroom in our swimsuits but lost them somewhere between the lake and the picnic table. By Sunday evening we were packed up and ready to leave. Tracy and I made one last sweep over the lake house to make sure we didn't leave the place in a mess. Jan followed us with a trash bag to gather the leftover beer cans, bottles and ashtrays. Before nightfall we had loaded up the last of our bags, including the trash, locked the doors and said our goodbyes. We left it at "I'll call you," just one of those things friends say to each other even when they suspect they may never remember to do so. The guys went in their direction, Jan, Tracy and I went in ours. I didn't talk too much to Tracy since she left for vacation with her family. They always took their RV and traveled for a couple of weeks camping out. Jan spent the week after we returned getting her things ready for college. Her parents brought her up to Texas Tech the following week. As for me, I had six weeks off before I needed to pick up my schedule at the local college. I spent that time doing nothing. I had grown lazy, sleeping until nearly noon everyday. Sometimes I didn't even have the energy to clean the house for my mom. Many times I would rush around at the last possible minute straightening up, simply because I couldn't manage to get out of bed for longer than a half an hour before the cool comfort of the sheets called me back. I figured I was just coming down with a cold or the flu. Nearly a month had passed, six weeks after my last period, before I realized I had skipped my period. College started in two weeks and my period was over ten days late. I scrounged together some of the money I had left after spending most of my graduation money on my first semester and bought a pregnancy test at the drug store. My hands were shaking as I tried to follow the directions inside the package. I must have reread them ten times before going through with the whole process. The test was positive. I cried for two hours. I was so afraid of how my mother would react but mostly I was afraid of what would happen next. How was I going to take care of a baby? I was immature in so many ways. I was an only child. I never had children around me much. All my cousins were much older than me and I never really took babysitting jobs with kids younger than four. I had never even changed a diaper. It pains me to remember that day but I even considered trying to fall down the stairs on purpose, just so I could maybe lose the pregnancy on accident. I stood at the top of the stairs, my hand on the banister and tried to decide how to fall. Do I overstep the next step and slide, eventually rolling down the next twenty or so carpeted steps? Should I just step off backwards, completely losing my bearings? What if I just lay down on the landing and threw my weight down onto the next step, allowing momentum to roll me the rest of the way? I stood there, crying and thinking, holding on to my belly, knowing I just couldn't go through with it. I decided then and there that the baby was mine and that was the end. I would take care of myself because if I didn't he or she would suffer for it. I may not have been a National Honor Society scholar but I wasn't dumb. I could get a job and support us. I wasn't ever going to admit what I had done over graduation weekend and drag one of those boys into a relationship with me. I walked carefully down those stairs, gripping tightly to the banister. I wasn't going to fall now. I found my way into the kitchen, blinded by my tears, and pulled a glass from the dishwasher. I jerked open the refrigerator and filled the glass with milk. I sat at the kitchen table, waiting for my mother to come home from work. Taking care of us would begin now. It took me two hours but I choked down that glass of milk just as my mother was walking through the door. Her face grew concerned immediately. Fresh tears streamed down my cheeks as I told her the news. She was angry, angry with me and angry at the lie I sat there for two hours constructing in my head. We argued, fought and cried, eventually coming to an understanding of sorts. I had my choices and if I chose to keep the baby I would be fully responsible for our lives. If my mother thought I couldn't handle the situation she had a friend in social services that I could talk to about adoption or maybe even foster care. My mother wasn't going to commit herself to raising my child. Sure, she would help occasionally but she made it perfectly clear that this was my child. I felt bitter at first and then I realized exactly what she was doing. She was forcing me to make a choice and to live the best way with my choice. She also knew how horrified I was at the idea of my child being taken from me. I can say now that that is what prompted me to work so hard to give my son a good home, single or not. That night, fired up by my new convictions, I scanned the want-ads of the local paper. I was able to get a partial refund on my books and classes I had registered for at the university, giving me a bank account with a whopping balance of $650.00. I didn't let that deter me. I scheduled interviews with banks, grocery stores and several of the shops at the local mall. I made it clear during my interview that I was expecting a baby and would need maternity leave. I said this with my chin lifted and a defiant set to my expression, daring anyone to flinch or even blink the wrong way. No one did but I still wasn't hired. It wasn't until Mr. Mayes and Lucky's Restaurant that my luck changed. * * * Continued to Part 6 * * * ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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