Straight Female / 65
And Then I Became Pregnant
I will start with my cousin. He was back from Viet Nam after two tours. 28, a Captain, he had decided to get a Masters in Mathematics at UNC-Chapel Hill. I was 16 going on 12. Puberty had really screwed me up. This thing meant I wasn't my Mom's little girl any more, and my Dad had gone into over protective mode. We lived in a small town about an hour from Raleigh and for my 16th I had been given a horse.
Anyway he shows up at the door. Tall, handsome, military cut, manly. I could not stop looking at him. Parts of me stopped working, all those hormones went to work and I stumbled around tryin to talk, his hand on my hand, his leg against my leg, his voice deep and sure, no hesitations. When he touched my face all I could do was raise my chin for the kiss, but he just touched my lips and told me I was a "pretty little thing".
When he told my Mom that he was going to Chapel Hill and he was on his way to find a place to live, she blurted out that he should take me along to make sure he didn't get stuck in a bachelor's pad, you know, for him to have a woman's opinion. And that's how I ended up going to Raleigh.
We stopped at a motel, with two beds to stay while we looked for an apartment. I had my duties, look through the papers for rooms to rent and he had his job which was to watch me. That first night, in my nightgown, in the bed beside him I laid in bed wishing his arms were around me. Two feet away and I was lonely. I grabbed my pillow and got in bed with him, "just hold me really tight", or something like that. He did.
Sometime during the night his rod rubbed up against my back, pressing against me, up and down, up and down, harder and harder, then between my butt crack, up and down, my nightgown in the way. My panties needed to come off, I slipped them down my legs and his naked rod rubbed hard against my naked crack and started to poke into me. And without so much as a hello or acknowledgement his rod split open my lips and disappeared into my vagina.
I had to turn into my back, get him on top of me, my legs open, my knees pulled back he fired up my insides, he rod deep inside me. A minute, ten? He leaned hard against me and there it was, I was now a woman, my breath coming hard, his rod out of me, dripping, he roled off and we lay still.
I was ripe, ripe for the taking. That's the way the woman who worked for my mother put it. Ripe, what did my mother expect? And if she's pregnant, then she gets married. That's the way it was. If you got pregnant you got married, no one asked questions. Not the Justice of the Peace, not the Preacher at the Church. A girl in "trouble" got married or she was sent away to a home for unwed mothers. I got married.
And so, on the twist in the wind I was no longer a girl, I was an expectant mother. My cousin did his degree at Chapel Hill and I did what young wives do, had children. But if anyone expects that memories fade, they don't. They get stronger. And how it came to be that a 16 year old girl married her older cousin, well it was really simple, I was ripe to be taken, and only a fool would not taken the fruit in front of him.
Anyway he shows up at the door. Tall, handsome, military cut, manly. I could not stop looking at him. Parts of me stopped working, all those hormones went to work and I stumbled around tryin to talk, his hand on my hand, his leg against my leg, his voice deep and sure, no hesitations. When he touched my face all I could do was raise my chin for the kiss, but he just touched my lips and told me I was a "pretty little thing".
When he told my Mom that he was going to Chapel Hill and he was on his way to find a place to live, she blurted out that he should take me along to make sure he didn't get stuck in a bachelor's pad, you know, for him to have a woman's opinion. And that's how I ended up going to Raleigh.
We stopped at a motel, with two beds to stay while we looked for an apartment. I had my duties, look through the papers for rooms to rent and he had his job which was to watch me. That first night, in my nightgown, in the bed beside him I laid in bed wishing his arms were around me. Two feet away and I was lonely. I grabbed my pillow and got in bed with him, "just hold me really tight", or something like that. He did.
Sometime during the night his rod rubbed up against my back, pressing against me, up and down, up and down, harder and harder, then between my butt crack, up and down, my nightgown in the way. My panties needed to come off, I slipped them down my legs and his naked rod rubbed hard against my naked crack and started to poke into me. And without so much as a hello or acknowledgement his rod split open my lips and disappeared into my vagina.
I had to turn into my back, get him on top of me, my legs open, my knees pulled back he fired up my insides, he rod deep inside me. A minute, ten? He leaned hard against me and there it was, I was now a woman, my breath coming hard, his rod out of me, dripping, he roled off and we lay still.
I was ripe, ripe for the taking. That's the way the woman who worked for my mother put it. Ripe, what did my mother expect? And if she's pregnant, then she gets married. That's the way it was. If you got pregnant you got married, no one asked questions. Not the Justice of the Peace, not the Preacher at the Church. A girl in "trouble" got married or she was sent away to a home for unwed mothers. I got married.
And so, on the twist in the wind I was no longer a girl, I was an expectant mother. My cousin did his degree at Chapel Hill and I did what young wives do, had children. But if anyone expects that memories fade, they don't. They get stronger. And how it came to be that a 16 year old girl married her older cousin, well it was really simple, I was ripe to be taken, and only a fool would not taken the fruit in front of him.
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