Working From Home, My Job Is Being A Mom And Making Babies
Being a girl has always been a mystery to me. In that I have never figured out why God made me this way. My mother tried when I was young to tell me that God made men and God made women, it was his way. And one day I was going to meet that man of my dreams. But at that time she was wrong, I never met that man of my dreams, because I only dreamt of other girls. Only.
I had a classmate in the ninth grade. Her name was Sabrina, which I thought was very sexy. She sashayed when she walked, wore long flowing skirts to school, a flower in her hair. She wore little make up and her lips naturally pouted. He father Greek, her mother Italian. She oozed sexuality and I was in love, Really in love, no longer puppy love. When she was my friend she was my friend, we did a lot together. We did sleep overs and when the time came for an out of town school trip to Washington DC in the 11th grade, she roomed with me.
Talk about a skinny girl with boobs, her hips were really evident in panties. And she obviously was meticulate about her bikini line. Her panties were a bit too small, they cupped her so well. And they were too small and climbed up the crack of her behind. When she bent over she held her butt up to flash her full vulva at me. I got so wet that I felt embarrassed that she was going to able to smell me.
With her legs wide open on her bed, wide open, both her knees rested against the bed on either side of her. She told me to come and do what ever it was I was going to do. Just do it. Seventeen is really young to have a girl display herself like that too you. I put my hands under her behind to lift her a little and I rubbed my nose in her first, and then kissed all around her, before using my tongue to open her. Her hips were dancing in my hands and she told me to stop teasing her. I found her clit now, her lips were pretty open on their own, and her clit was visible to the naked eye. I closed my eyes to suck on her clit, she told me finger her and I did.
Sabrina wasn't just sensual, she was sex goddess, on that trip. Sabrina was possessive, that's the word I used. Possessive, jealous, it was all about her. If I was going to be her girlfriend, then I had to be HER girlfriend. It got to the point where I couldn't go anywhere without her knowing, not even a trip to my grandmother's. She was upset because I went and I left her alone. All by myself I knew that this was so out of hand, and I had to end the relationship. My first true grownup thing. She took it badly and she trashed me at school. It is because of Sabrina that everyone knew I was a lesbian.
That relationship so soured me to another relationship that I didn't date or look up anyone for a long time. In my senior year at college that 'man' showed up, in one night, we met at a party, he kissed me, got my pants off and screwed me and got me pregnant. I never used any form of protection, I never expected to have intercourse with a man. But I was pregnant as pregnant can be, with the ultrasound and hearing the little heart beat. I worked up the nerve to tell him. I really expected him to accuse me, or yell at me, but he just said 'so you will be a mother, big deal'. That's it? With half a semester left to graduate my life was completely turned around.
My parents were understanding, 'it will be good for you', get you to think of someone else, not yourself. Babies are easy, they've been around since time began. You make them, you feed them, they grow up and they make babies of their own. No biggie. I started to 'sport' my baby bump. Until my baby bump got so big that I turned to smocks because of the comfort of them. My father insisted that I have a legal arrangement with the father, child support and all that. Just like divorced people, you have to have an arrangement, with visitations.
He signed right away, and then turned to me and said that we might as well be married because I had him under my control. Believe it or not I did get married before the little one showed up. I live with him in a fairly typical home. I stayed home for the first year, doing it all myself. I tried working with day care but I was torn by separation anxiety, so I had another one. Why not? I was married, make them, feed them, they grow up and have babies of their own. So now I make babies, that's my job. I need a minivan now, I'm pregnant again, this will be four.