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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Baby Out Of Wedlock by Wild Orchid (wildorchid1001@hotmail.com) edited by easygoingca *** During the summer of 1948 a boy from Boston meets a young beautiful black girl while vacationing with a relative in Alabama. This story is fictional but it is based on five intriguing entries in my grandfather’s journal. I changed the names in case something like it actually happened. (mf-teens, youths, 1st, rom, preg) *** Bobby looked out over the pond, he felt happy, three more weeks without Latin. He liked Alabama, and aunt Abby was really nice to him. The dusty road leading up to the pond was known as lover’s lane. Around nightfall young couples flock to the pond to make out, boys and girls came by bike, or on foot, and parked cars usually belonged to married people who were having an affair. During the daytime however it was usually very quiet, and Bobby liked walking in the area. He was usually by himself, and when it was hot he went skinny dipping in the pond. "Hi there," said a voice behind him. He was startled, and turned around. "You da new boy, ain't ya?" asked a black girl, "Bobby Johnson?" Bobby just nodded. He had never seen a black girl up close. She was barefoot, and looked about three years younger than him, but to his utter astonishment she already had ample breasts. They jiggled under her white cotton summer dress as she moved. "I's Vicky," she said. He looked the girl over. She was very pretty and had beautiful almond eyes, and fine dark brown skin that looked very soft. Long curly black hair hung over her ebony shoulders and almost reached her buttocks. Her flat stomach and narrow waist led to hips that were beginning to broaden, and lovely long legs. Her dress revealed as much of her as it concealed. When Bobby again ogled her amazing breasts, he noticed how full they were, and felt a wave of excitement. Vicky could tell where he was looking, and smiled. She already knew what boys wanted when they looked at her like that. "You likes what you see?" asked the black girl, smiling warmly. "Uh," Bobby squirmed, his face reddening, and his erection all too obvious. "What do you mean?" She looked at the bulge in his pants and grinned, "I knows what you want." "I don't know what you're talking about," he managed to reply, red as a beet by now. "Sho' you do," the black girl giggled, pointing at his erection. With confidence she lifted her dress, "you wants to stick that in here." as she pointed to the juvenile bush between her own slender thighs The girl obviously wore nothing under her dress, and his mouth fell open. He didn't know what to say or do, and just stared at her. He wondered if all girls in the county were this forward. After what felt like ages he came back with what he thought was a good reply "You'll wind up pregnant if you aren't careful." She chuckled, "So? dat's what girls is for'" He couldn't believe his ears; back home girls were terrified to get pregnant. Vicky had dropped her dress again, and Bobby wished he had taken a better look. His curiosity overcame his reluctance to seem inexperienced in front of this beautiful girl, and suddenly he asked, "You mean to say you have done that already?" She shook her head and slowly started walking towards a big oak across the path "Momma say I cants till I'm married but I's gonna git married in three weeks," she quickly added with a grin, and put her cute little nose in the air. "At your age?" he called out surprised, followed by, "who with?" "Jimmy Johnson, he five year older than me. He work fo' the blacksmith. His momma say he be needin' a good wife." "Do you love him?" Bobby asked with interest Now she hesitated. "I doesn't really know him," she finally replied, as she stood still next to the big oak, "but momma say he a good catch, an' she don' want me to get into trouble." Bobby had recently learned what that phrase meant, and tried to hide his shock. He put all the sophistication he was able to muster into his next words. "Why would she think you might, well, you know?" "Lizzy got in trouble," the girl explained, and then added, "She's my cousin." "Your cousin got knocked up?" he blurted out with considerable less sophistication. "How?" "How do you think?" she giggled. "I mean, who is the father?" Now Vicky clamped up. For the first time she seemed reluctant to say anymore. Bobby felt her hesitance. He decided to trick her, and she fell for it. "I bet you don't even know what happened," he taunted. "I do to!" she blabbed. "She done it with a white boy!" "Really?" Bobby asked. "Why you so shocked? Mos' white boys 'round here likes da colored girls." Then she chuckled, and with a mischievous smile looked at his erection again. "I reckon where you come from they do too." "I'm sorry, I, uh..." "That's alright," Vicky purred. "You cant's hep it." Her eyes stayed focused on the bulge in his pants. "Momma say it happen with boys all the time." She gently added, "I doesn't mind." Bobby looked his new friend over again. Nature had done a good job with her. Vicky was amazingly well developed for a girl her age. Her breasts already looked like a handful, and Bobby noticed thick sturdy nipples showing through the thin cotton of her dress. Even her dark brown areolas were clearly visible through the white material. She knew where he was looking, and her smile broadened, which made her even more beautiful. "Looking there ain't gonna help none though," she giggled, as she leaned back against the big oak, and her laugh bubbled like champagne. Bobby quickly looked up from her feminine charms to her face, and again she flashed that wonderful smile. It made his heart beat faster. She had pearly white teeth, and her lips were full and thick. On impulse, he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. He had expected her to be shocked, or pull back, but she didn't. Instead, to his immense surprise her mouth opened, and her tongue tried to gain access between his lips. In school he had heard vague accounts about some special way to kiss, and he realized his had to be it. Bobby blushed hotly as he allowed her tongue into his mouth, and the black girl started French-kissing him. When their tongues met, his cock began to throb. He felt her kiss throughout his whole body, and wished he dared to touch those wonderful breasts. When they finally stopped kissing, he didn't know what to say. The pigeons were cooing in the oak leafs above them. They looked at each other. Her mouth reminded him of a juicy fruit, and he definitely wanted to kiss her some more. Vicky smiled at the blonde boy and teased him with a chuckle, "Is all you boys from da city so slow with da girls?" That did it. Bobby pinned her against the big tree, and hungrily kissed her again. He pushed his tongue in her mouth, and cupped her firm young breasts through her summer dress. To his amazement she didn't try to push him away, but allowed his hands to fondle her through the thin fabric. In fact, Vicky wanted more. Her nipples were tingling with pleasure and she couldn't wait to feel his hands on her bare skin. She freed herself from his embrace, straightened up, and slowly undid the knot on the lace that held the top of her dress together. Then she leaned back against the bark of the tree with a meaningful smile. Bobby yanked the garment open with such haste he almost tore the fabric. When it was open to her waist he feasted his eyes on her fully exposed chocolate colored breasts. They were firm and round with long thick black nipples that were fully erect. She was breathtaking. Holding the half naked young girl against the big oak tree, he enthusiastically cupped her naked breasts, and started squeezing them with both hands, weighing them, and kissing her wildly in the process. It was beyond anything he had ever done with a girl. On impulse, he slid one hand up under her dress, finding the warm crevice between her thighs and caressing it. When Bobby touched her womanhood, Vicky moaned in pure pleasure. She had considered herself a woman ever since the first sparse hair had sprouted on her little slit, and was extremely pleased with the small bushy triangle of curly hair that now grew between her legs, which she opened a little wider to allow Bobby better access to her tender parts. Her breathing was speeding up, and became ragged. She began humping back against his hand. She played with her pussy all the time, but his touch kindled a fierce desire between her legs that she knew could only be fulfilled by the opposite sex. She felt the need in her loins, and smiled at Bobby with big tempting eyes. A warm feeling flowed through him. He desperately wanted her, and had a crazy hopeful feeling she might be willing, but no clue how he was supposed to find out for sure. If he didn't act though, someone else would get the cherry of this beautiful girl. He was still wondering how to go about it, when Vicky blew his mind. "You wants to do it?" She breathed heavily. Speechless he nodded. "Wes gotta be quick then," she said huskily. "I's already late." Before his brain had fully processed what she'd said his hands were unbuckling his belt. Breathing like a young stallion, Bobby let his trousers drop to his feet. When Vicky caught a first glimpse of the big hard-on that jutted from under his shirt, her heart skipped a beat. Its burgundy head was bobbing about as he approached her, and it looked huge to her. Vicky had been fantasizing about loosing her cherry for months, but now that Bobby actually wanted to put that big thing in her, she almost changed her mind. Still she couldn't take her eyes off his fierce erection. Swinging loosely under his bloated member she noticed big pink testicles, and she stared at them with wide eyes. They seemed the size of plums to her, and she knew what was in them. Then, with a start, she realized what might happen if he put his seed in her, and began to blush with excitement. She might get a baby! She was going to be a woman. That was what women did. They did it with men, and then they had babies. Her mother had done it, her aunts had done it, and even her cousin had done it. Vicky was no longer afraid now, and became very practical. She pulled up her dress until it was around her waist, spread her thighs wide, and prepared to receive her first lover. She planted her feet apart, and held her breath as Bobby fisted his cock, and directed it between her legs. He didn't precisely know how to put his cock into a girl though, and when he kept shoving and pushing the head against the hood of her clit, Vicky gently took his cock in her hand, and aimed it a little lower. She spread her legs wide, and raised herself up. With agile fingers she guided his slick cockhead between her folds, and helped him find her opening. Bobby sensed he was in the right place, and with a push his cockhead slipped into Vicky's tight, slippery quim. They both gasped. Vicky felt his hard flesh wedging itself into her, and held her breath. This was it. She was about to get a cock in her maiden pussy. She put her hands on Bobby's buttocks and he marveled that his cock stayed lodged in her pussy, and inched it in just a little further. With a groan he asked, "Are you really a v-virgin?" Vicky grabbed his buttocks tighter, pulled him into her and gave a muffled yelp when his entry ruptured her maidenhead. She was very narrow, but her excitement had made her slippery, and he slid in all the way. She held her breath for a few seconds, before she exhaled, "Not anymore I ain't!" She felt he was all the way in, and gave a deep sigh of satisfaction. They both looked down where their pubic hair meshed, and his cock stretched her young pussy. Bobby was breathing heavily, and barely able to speak. His cock was actually in a girl! "Oh... Vicky! You're sooo... t-tight! So warm, and so tight!" She beamed as she looked at his face; she couldn't help feeling proud, and was surprised how little it had hurt. "You gots my cherry," she whispered in a husky voice. "Can I do it some more? "Bobby pleaded. She nodded enthusiastically, and mused, "I's yo' girl now." Bobby slowly started pushing in and out. She loved what he did to her, and soon they were moaning in unison. When he realized she liked what he was doing, he pulled her hips forward faster and faster. Her back started bouncing against the tree with the impact of his thrusts. "Oh Vicky," he grunted. "It feels so good!" "Mmmmmmm," Vicky replied moaning and writhing, and when their lovemaking sped up, she started to murmur, making sexy little sounds. "Oh!" she whimpered. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She clung to him as his shaft kept rubbing her clit. When his breathing became labored, she suspected what was about to happen, and grabbed his buttocks harder. She had never been so excited in her life. She felt her own orgasm approaching when his eyes went wide, and he urgently whispered, "Vicky, I got to pull out!" "NO!" she yelled in protest. "Don't be pullin' out!! I wants it in me! All of it!" And she held on to his buttocks. "B-but Vicky," he moaned desperately. "I'm going... going to..." "I knows!" she pleaded back. "Do it in me. You be my first!" In a final loving gesture she closed her mouth over his, and invited his tongue in her mouth, paralleling what was happening below, and welcoming his invasion in the most private part of her body. She closed her eyes as he grunted, and drove his manhood deep into her. She felt him getting thicker, and gave a loud moan without breaking their kiss. When she felt the sudden warm wetness inside however, her eyes flew open. She instantly knew what it meant. She was getting creamed for the very first time, and as his seed shot straight into her young womb, Vicky began to climax. Her eyes glazed over, and her mouth opened wide as an incredible orgasm rushed through her body. As Bobby ejaculated in the girl's bare vagina, she tightly wrapped her arms around her young lover, and clung to him as he pumped his warm wet offering right into her. "Oh BOBBY!" Vicky cried panting. "Don't stop! Don't stop! I wants it all!" When it was over, Vicky stood with her skirt around her waist, holding her lover, who was catching his breath, and she couldn't help smiling broadly. She felt like a woman. She had semen in her pussy, and a man between her legs. With his boner still firmly planted in her young snatch, she stroked his back. She loved the feel of it all. No wonder men and women liked doing this so much! Bobby pulled out of her with a soft, funny, plopping sound, and she gave a big sigh. She glanced at his member, which was still almost fully erect. As she stood there panting, spread legged against the big oak, his thick, white, deposit came spilling out of her, and she blushed, smiling proudly at the same time. "It always this much?" she asked, looking down with wonder. Bobby blushed, "I don't think so," he admitted bashfully. "I've never come like this before." "Deed you like it then?" she asked. "Deed it feel good?" "It was incredible, Vicky!" gasped Bobby. "I wish I we could do that every day!" The girl blushed proudly, "Me too, Bobby! It feels wonde'ful." "But..." he continued sheepishly. "W-what about... I mean... you're getting married." "I's gettin' married in three weeks. I's not married yet," she stated firmly and then she added with a smile, "I's yo' girl fo now." "Really, Vicky?" Bobby whispered. "You're my girl?" "Yeh Bobby," she answered simply. "I's yo' girl." When they kissed, Bobby was fully erect again, and started groping her. "Tomorrow," she giggled, and pushed his keen hands away. "I's gotta go home now. Mama don't like when I's late for dinner." Hand in hand he walked her home and when they were almost there, he put his arms around her. The earthy smell of her dark mahogany skin was intoxicating. It reminded him of the ocean, only sweeter and wilder. It was musky and salty, but he couldn't quite place it. She smelled like some ripe exotic fruit, a heady, dark, forbidden fruit. He couldn't get enough of it, and drank it in as he nuzzled her delicate neck, and kissed her face. When he brought his lips to hers, the fresh taste of her mouth drove him absolutely crazy, and he kissed her passionately. "Mmmm," sighed the girl happily. She felt her heart pounding. When he started touching her breasts again though, she broke the embrace with a grin, and pushed his arms away. "Tomorrow," she whispered. "Yes," he sighed back. "Tomorrow." They let go of each other and agreed to meet in the same spot. As she stepped toward the house, he looked at her swaying hips. The dress accentuated her heart shaped ass, and she was as stunning from behind as she was in front. On impulse he ran after her, "Vicky, Vicky," he called out. "Maybe I could meet your family, then I could come back and visit you. What do you think?" "You gonna visit like that?" she grinned, and pointed to the prominent tent in his trousers. They laughed together. It took some time for his erection to subside, but then they walked towards the house side by side, and Vicky spotted her mother bent over watering the garden. Bobby could see where Vicky got her nice behind. The woman turned around abruptly, when Bobby coughed. "I'm sorry I startled you Mrs. Franklin. I'm Bobby Johnson," the young man introduced himself. "I'm staying with my aunt, Abigail Johnson, for the rest of the summer and I ran into your daughter here by the fishpond. Miss Vicky was kind enough to show me around so I thought I'd better escort her home." "Much obliged, Mr. Johnson," said Vicky's mother. She had a nice melodic voice. Bobby tried not to blush as he answered, "Not at all ma'am, it was my pleasure." "Yo' aunt a mighty fine woman, Mr. Johnson. I'm sho she be treating you real nice." "Yes ma'am, in fact I shouldn't keep her waiting with dinner, so I'll be going along now." "Goodbye, Mr. Johnson, you be sho' now, an' give my best to Miss Abigail, you hea'?" "I will, Mrs. Franklin." He tipped his forehead, made a little bow, and went on his way. When he was out of sight Mrs. Franklin looked at her daughter, whose nipples were still hard from Bobby's passionate kiss. Where you bin like that? Yo' stuff's all hangin' out!" her mother yelled. "I ain't no li'l girl, momma, I's almos' a growed woman. I's gonna git married." "You's not married yet, Missy! When a girl get a reputation ain't no boy'll want her no mo'. Least not fo' a wife." "What d' you mean, momma?" Vicky asked in a barely audible voice. "I mean you's no li'l girl no more! How many time I gots to be saying you to stay way from da fishin' pond. When a young woman alone out there the men folk gon' start botherin' her. An' pretty quick they gon'be havin' their way wit her." Vicky blushed as she felt Bobby's sperm leak from her. Mrs. Franklin shook her head repeatedly, "You's lucky young mister Johnson be there to bring you home! I hope you's thanked him." "Yes, momma," answered Vicky. "I sho' did." "Good, run along now, girl. Git yo'self ready for dinner, an' be quick about it. You still gots work to be doin'." Vicky quickly bathed, and changed into something less revealing for dinner. When her footsteps passed the doorway, her grandmother turned her aging head "Dat you, Vicky? "She hollered from the porch, "Git on out here." "What was all that ruckus 'bout? "She asked when her granddaughter appeared. "Oh nothin', big mamma." "Mmm, maybe it ain't none o' my business, but, I seen you kissin' that white boy." Vicky looked startled. "I din't!" She protested and quickly looked over her shoulder to see whether her mother was within earshot. "I may be a old woman, girl," her grandmother responded. "But I ain't blind. I knows what I seen. It din't look like he was forcin' you none either." "Big mamma, I'd never be kissin' no white boy!" She tried to lie. "I been 'round a long time, chil'. I knows all 'bout white boys an' colored girls. You took a shinin' to dat boy! I kin tell. The rest don't matter none." She looked her granddaughter over, and stated: "You a purdy girl, an' I knows how boys is." Her grandmother continued, "Dey got needs. Dey men, you know. Dey need to be wit' a girl. An' no girl gonna be holdin' back when she in love." "He sho'gots nice eyes, big mama." Vicky conceded. "Honey, dat ain't da part o' him I's worried 'bout!'" Quipped her grandmother. Vicky felt her face getting hot. "He real nice, big mamma. He like me an' I likes him." "Dat don't matter none!" countered her grandmother, "You kin like each other fine an' before you knows it he be givin' you a big belly!" "So? I's gonna git married in three weeks, ain't nobody gon' think nothin' of it," Vicky replied, with her hands on her hips. This time the old woman didn't have an answer. She was stunned for a second, before she cackled loudly, "Chil', you some'n else dat's fo' sho!" Then the penny dropped. She stopped laughing, and shrewdly looked at her granddaughter. "Dat boy gots yo' cherry din't he?" she exclaimed knowingly. Vicky startled, but realized there was no point in denying it and decided to share the secret with her grandmother. "I-I... couldn't he'p it, big mamma "the girl said softly." and studied her toenails intensely. She expected a scolding, but her grandmother didn't speak a word. After a long silence Vicky's eyes welled up, and then she blurted out, "I wants him so much, big mamma, I dunno what wrong with me." The old woman took her granddaughter in her arms, and said, "Hush now! Ain't nothin' wrong wit' you chil' you's a woman now, dat's all. When a woman be needin' her man, she gonna let him do like he wants, dat's jus' how it is. It's jus' as natural as kin be." After a few moments the old woman continued, "Well, how 'bout dat! My li'l girl's all growed up! Go on an' give yo' big mamma a hug." Her eyes welled up. "Big mamma, is you cryin'?" "Course not, girl," the old woman sniffed. "Don't you mind me none. Why don't you jus' go 'head an' tell yo' big mamma how it happen?" The old woman winked at Vicky. "Well, I seen him by himself at lover's lane" Vicky started with a blush, "an' he mighty fine lookin', so I starts talking to him. He be starin' at what I gots." she giggled, "an' his pants was gettin' big. He a li'l nervous, an' I's teasin' him, but when he start kissin' me, agains' this big ol' tree I's kissin' him back fo' all I's worth. He be lovin' it, He be gropin' me and git hisself a good feel o' my stuff when he see I's smilin' up at him all sweet an' willin', he got 'tween my legs an' slip his thing right in my cat!" Vicky had been a bit economic with the truth, but her grandmother was duly impressed. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "An' you never been wit' no boy 'fore, had you?" she asked. Vicky shook her head. "No, big mamma, he my first," she sighed with stars in her eyes. "Well soun's like y'all had a good time," chuckled the old woman. Vicky blushed again and turned towards her grandmother. "We sho' did," she giggled back. Then the old woman thought of something though, and was serious again. "Dat boy bin shootin' his stuff in yo' coochie, girl?" she asked. Vicky blushed even harder, and nodded. "Oh my! Don't you be tellin' yo' husban' 'bout dis! You hea'?" Vicky shook her head. "You ain't gonna tell mama?" she asked sheepishly. "Don't you worry none 'bout yo' momma" winked her grandmother. "She bin spreadin' her legs fo' yo' daddy befo' she was yo' age." Vicky's jaw dropped. "Really? How you know?" "'Caus' I caughts them togethe', that's how an' they was blushin' somethin' fierce let me tell you. Dat girl may bin a young'un, but she sho' had some titties on her! She with chil' before her big sista', that was three year' older then her, an' prop'ly married! Yes suh." Her cackling laughter was contagious, and soon they were laughing together, "My boy liked yo' mama jus' fine, believe me girl." The next day the young couple met in the meadow next to the big oak that had sheltered their first tryst. Vicky walked towards her brand new lover, swaying her hips seductively, and Bobby felt himself getting erect. By the time she was in his arms, he was rock hard. They exchanged a long kiss, and his hands were all over her nubile body. Then they fell into the tall grass. Bobby urged Vicky on her back, and the girl eagerly complied. Without further ado she pulled up her dress, and spread her legs for her lover. He immediately installed himself between her thighs, took out his hard tool, and slipped it through her tiny furry jungle to claim the hidden treasure within. They were both impatient for it, and groaned with the velvet contact as her sheath willingly opened itself to his invading cock, and he entered her moist dark pussy with a single push. His hands cupped her round buttocks and pulled her lower body up against his, and drove his manhood all the way in her warm young belly. Soon they were thrusting each other like there was no tomorrow. After they had climaxed together, the two of them lay snuggled together in the tall grass like long time lovers, enjoying the warm after-glow of their mating. Vicky's warm body lay spooned against Bobby's. He gently toyed with her breasts, and nibbled her neck. When her ass playfully pushed back against his loins he grew hard again. Vicky gave a grin when she felt what was happening and looked at him with a mischievous smile. They were both eager to be joined again. She got up provocatively, turned around, and went down on all fours, swaying her hips back and forth in invitation. She looked at him over her shoulder and spread her knees wide. Presenting herself to him like a mare in heat, she invited him to mount her with an obvious smile. He jumped up on his knees behind her, and quickly threw her dress over her hips. She turned her butt up a little to give her lover better aim. At the sight of her round, firm buttocks, and her exposed female opening, Bobby gasped. He grabbed her hips to steady her and positioned his bright red cockhead between the open folds of her dark wet pussy, and with a single thrust he sank in until his belly was pressed to her behind. Bobby shivered with delight as he pushed his cock deep inside the willing girl, and they both groaned in pleasure as he filled her again and began thrusting. Vicky closed her eyes as he pumped from behind, his balls bouncing against her clit. The different position excited her in a new way, and made her feel pleasure in new places. Matching his pace, she reared back to meet him every time he pushed into her, and every time he shoved his cock home the most pleasurable rush went through her body. Her full young breasts jiggled with each new thrust, and when Bobby bent forwards to cup them, the familiar tingling that had preceded her previous orgasms spread from her pussy to her entire body. Her cries of joy brought him over the top. He wanted to keep going, but with his cock sliding in her snatch, the warmth of her buttocks against his belly, and her fabulous breasts hanging low and heavy in his hands, the pleasure just grew to great. He roared, as his cock grew harder. On the threshold of her own orgasm, Vicky felt her lover's cock swell in her tight passage, and when he ejaculated in the girl's warm wet vagina, she climaxed explosively, squealing loudly her happiness, as her spasming pussy milked his spurting cock. Exhausted and sweaty they collapsed on top of each other, and afterwards slumbered in each other's arms. When they woke up, they went skinny dipping together, and as the sun sank low on the horizon, Bobby brought her home. In the days that followed Vicky delighted in giving herself again and again to the young man who had made her a woman. They did it at every opportunity, and Bobby desperately tried to forget that his beautiful conquest would soon belong to another man. He kept filling her beautiful black pussy with his sperm, claiming her for himself with every load he put into her. At night Vicky would slip out of the house to mate with her chosen partner. Their passion grew, but the day she was to be married, and he would be returning to Boston, inevitably approached. The evening before the wedding Vicky cried, and Bobby promised her over and over again he'd come and see her again next summer. They said their farewells the only way they knew how. They kissed and fucked each other all night. What else was there to do? They knew they would have to go their separate ways. *** The following day, Bobby came by her house, where the wedding banquet was in full swing. The bride excused herself for a moment and came over to him. "Hi there, Bobby," Vicky gushed and stared starry eyed. "I's real glad you come by." The boy just nodded. "I's married now." "I know "Bobby replied, a little crestfallen. None of them knew what else to say, and to his embarrassment her familiar smell gave him an erection. Vicky smiled when she noticed. Finally she broke the silence, "I likes to invite you, but momma mad at me caus'of somtin' I dids. " "That's ok, just came to say goodbye. Why is she mad at you, anyway?" "Is nothin' really, jus' somethin' that should have come las' week befo' the weddin'." She had an inscrutable sphinx like expression on her pretty face. "But it din't." she continued after a long pause. Bobby looked puzzled. He had no idea what she was talking about, but didn't think it mattered anyway. "I'd better be going "he announced sadly "Bye Bobby." Vicky replied with tears in her eyes, "see you next year!" She kept waving as the young man slowly walked away down the winding road. Then she ran after him in her white dress. "Bobby, wait! I gots to tell you somethin." "W-What is it?" he asked, all choked up. "You sho' you gonn' come back next summer?" she asked. He nodded without speaking, still hurt in his male pride. Then he wondered. "Why do you want to know?" "I wants you to meet some'one then." "Who?" he asked, not very interested. "You sho' you wanna know?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. "I guess so," he replied. "You not gon' be the same then," she purred. "What do you mean?" he grumbled, a little ticked she looked so happy all of a sudden. "Next year you gon' be diff'ent," she insisted. "Vicky, really, I've no idea what you're talking about." She put her finger on his lips, and looked over her shoulder. When she saw no one was watching them, she softly put both his hands on her belly, stood on her toes, put her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "Next year you're gonna' be a daddy." Then she ran back to the house. The End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 46