My Little Story

I was fucking with a guy from my summer job at the pool. It was Thanksgiving time in my senior year, we went to some friends' house to watch tv. Things got hot, some boobie kissing, some finger action, we went back to a room, he rolled on a condom and we got to fucking. He came, I slipped his condom off like I always did to lick him clean. The condom was leaking from a big tear in it. It was only a moment but I knew he had spermed me, and it was the worst time of the month for that.

I licked him clean like I always did. I didn't say anything about the condom, if something happened I would take care of it. Big girls always knew the drill.

When the time came, my best friend Beth went with me. The nurse told me I had to think about it and come back in two weeks. She told me that being a mother was the most important thing in my life. Embrace your baby she said. We had gone to an pregnancy assistance center, not an abortion clinic. It didn't matter, that nurse got to me. I got sick at the stomach thinking I had almost aborted my baby.

My mother noticed I was nervous and stayed home not going out. When she sat me down I broke down begging her to let me keep my baby. She hugged me and told me all babies are welcome and we cried together.

Well my baby is seven, she is going to second grade. I'm a teacher now, my parents bought me a house last year. And a car. I haven't dated since that night I got pregnant. School, motherhood have been my thing. That nurse, yes that nurse saved my baby's life. I volunteer at the pregnancy assistance center.

Am I regretful of how I behaved in high school? I'm terrified that one day my daughter may find out. My baby daddy isn't much of a daddy. I haven't wanted sex from that day.