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Straight Female / 37
My Confrontation With Abortion
Back in the 8th grade I had a friend Silvia. Silvia was from Mexico and they were living here because of the situation there. Her family was rich and she had a real nice house and I liked going over there and getting away from my house and my grandmother. Her cousin came to stay with them while he applied to go to college.
We were watching television and he told her to change the channel. She ignored him, he got up tried to grab the remote out her hand but she hid it down her pants. He held her down and got his hand in her pants grabbed the remote and tossed it aside and shove his hand down her pants again, feeling her up. They were speaking in Spanish so I didn't understand anything, but I could see he had his fingers in her and she was pursing her lips and he got his dick out of his pants. She let him pull her pants off and got between her legs and I saw how they had sex, vividly watched. He straightened up and she told him something and he answered before pulling out of her and coming all over her shirt and stomach.
I must have looked shocked because he asked me if I liked that. He held out his dick and offered it to me. Silvia looked at me and told me to get my pants off and he would fuck me. She helped me get in position and she put his dick in my vagina and told him to fuck. She got down in my face and kept asking me if it was really good. He finished but instead of withdrawing like he did with Silvia he came inside of me. When I asked him why he would do that he said I wasn't his cousin.
So now I had been fucked and I was not regular on my cycle and I could very well be pregnant. There weren't too many 8th graders that got pregnant, here and there, but mostly girls were in the tenth grade. We waited and waited but my period never came. I missed the second month. I didn't have proof but I knew I was pregnant. We skipped school and he drove us to a clinic in another town and the doctor confirmed I was pregnant with a sonogram. Because of my age he had to report it so we told him we didn't know who the boy was. He knew but he needed us to say it.
We talked to their maid, she was in her thirties and she knew of a man who did abortions. Up to that minute I never thought about that. I immediately rejected it and he did too. The next months until the baby was born were pretty tense. The baby changed everything, it changed me and my parents and it changed his parents. All of a sudden everyone was fighting over the baby. In those days girls of certain class bottle fed babies, but Mexicans still breast fed and Silvia's mother was all for breastfeeding. It was normal for me to breastfeed at the dinner table. With a baby I was one of the women of the house.
My life wasn't ruined. I had to repeat a grade and there was a bit of the reputation thing, but the baby took care of that. At first mother's didn't want me around their daughters, but after the baby was born I had pretty up front talks with girls. I remember one girl didn't want to believe you could get pregnant like that, in spite of it happening to me. In the end I never married Silvia's cousin, but he has always been attentive to me and to his son. I didn't marry until I was in my early thirties, by then my son was a full blown teenager getting ready to graduate from high school.
We were watching television and he told her to change the channel. She ignored him, he got up tried to grab the remote out her hand but she hid it down her pants. He held her down and got his hand in her pants grabbed the remote and tossed it aside and shove his hand down her pants again, feeling her up. They were speaking in Spanish so I didn't understand anything, but I could see he had his fingers in her and she was pursing her lips and he got his dick out of his pants. She let him pull her pants off and got between her legs and I saw how they had sex, vividly watched. He straightened up and she told him something and he answered before pulling out of her and coming all over her shirt and stomach.
I must have looked shocked because he asked me if I liked that. He held out his dick and offered it to me. Silvia looked at me and told me to get my pants off and he would fuck me. She helped me get in position and she put his dick in my vagina and told him to fuck. She got down in my face and kept asking me if it was really good. He finished but instead of withdrawing like he did with Silvia he came inside of me. When I asked him why he would do that he said I wasn't his cousin.
So now I had been fucked and I was not regular on my cycle and I could very well be pregnant. There weren't too many 8th graders that got pregnant, here and there, but mostly girls were in the tenth grade. We waited and waited but my period never came. I missed the second month. I didn't have proof but I knew I was pregnant. We skipped school and he drove us to a clinic in another town and the doctor confirmed I was pregnant with a sonogram. Because of my age he had to report it so we told him we didn't know who the boy was. He knew but he needed us to say it.
We talked to their maid, she was in her thirties and she knew of a man who did abortions. Up to that minute I never thought about that. I immediately rejected it and he did too. The next months until the baby was born were pretty tense. The baby changed everything, it changed me and my parents and it changed his parents. All of a sudden everyone was fighting over the baby. In those days girls of certain class bottle fed babies, but Mexicans still breast fed and Silvia's mother was all for breastfeeding. It was normal for me to breastfeed at the dinner table. With a baby I was one of the women of the house.
My life wasn't ruined. I had to repeat a grade and there was a bit of the reputation thing, but the baby took care of that. At first mother's didn't want me around their daughters, but after the baby was born I had pretty up front talks with girls. I remember one girl didn't want to believe you could get pregnant like that, in spite of it happening to me. In the end I never married Silvia's cousin, but he has always been attentive to me and to his son. I didn't marry until I was in my early thirties, by then my son was a full blown teenager getting ready to graduate from high school.
