I'm In A Safe Place, That's What's Important
How did you get there? Is a question I was asked by a new friend I met with my toddler. Well, it wasn't easy, not really. First of all it involves my mother, she would not let me see another girl. "Prohibited, do you understand me?" In high school I had this friend, and we had experimented, but we were not able to do it, we didn't have a safe place.
In comes a friend of my mother's. My mother had told him of her frustrations, and that girl at school I was always talking about. He slipped a key in my hand, to his garage apartment. Sneak around in a safe place he told me, but leave it nice and neat like you found it. Bed made, sheets laundered (laundry is in the house next to the kitchen). And no MEN.
It was where we went, afternoons after class, before dinner. We both told our parents that we had afternoon activities. I was driving an old Chevy Malibu, white with velour interior, my mother bought it for a thousand dollars from her company, so it had a lots of miles on it. But it was a car, and I had the keys. We could go and spend all afternoon experimenting with each other.
But we graduated and had to go off to college. At first we tried hard to go to the same college, but my mother wasn't paying for her school, so I went in state to a local state school. It was awful, being separated. When we arranged to be home for the weekend, we spent half of it in the garage apartment. We went from high school girls to thinking we were all mature and everything and thought about eloping, that would show my mother. But he interfered and gave us a lecture. I can't say how much sex we had together, every weekend we went home, and every holiday. Sex, sex, sex. Nothing left to the imagination. The laptop was our friend, we learned by watching.
One day she asked me if I would ever let a man do it. Well no, of course not. But she insisted and told me she bet that if I asked nicely, he would do it. He liked me. Talk about not knowing what you are doing. Not understanding consequences. I didn't 'ask' him, I hinted. I let him know I wanted to know and I didn't want some college jerk doing it. He had always told me to be safe, well with him I was safe. I wasn't locked in a room, I wasn't tied to a bed. I was kept immobile by the look in his eyes. He was going to do it, and I couldn't move or speak, I found myself with him between my legs and becoming a grown woman. It wasn't the in and out, it was when he 'delivered' the final blow. His eyes, his face, how he gripped me to him, shove and shove until he couldn't shove anymore. And I wasn't a virgin. And I was on the way to being pregnant.
My mother was upset and angry, but she also laughed. I got knocked up by a man old enough to be my father. Knocked up like some high school girl. Now I was going to learn once and for all about responsibility. Lucky me, I let a rich man knock me up, not some worthless high school student. But, she was all business, "you now belong to him and I bet he's going to keep you pregnant". I didn't have a wedding, it was more of a home ceremony with close friends and family. Not for me, mind you, for the kid. I had to get my act together, get my name changed and move in and set up house with him, and be the lady of the house. And my mother taught me several meals to prepare, which I had refused to learn when I was in high school.
That's pretty much how I got here. Married with a toddler and pregnant. I am working on my degree at the local college, it's a private Christian college. As to my girlfriend, after the shock of me getting pregnant she ran off with some girl named Hillary. But she apologized and she is with me. My nanny. What we do is our business. Just keep it under the covers and don't embarrass him. Lucky for me, she is my high school girlfriend so he knows her. We don't use the garage apartment, that's rented. We use the master bedroom while the baby is sleeping.
