A Blast From The Past And I Have A Daughter

I was a senior in high school and I fucked this student teacher. I bragged to one of my friends, he told someone, the word got back to the school and she was fired. I never saw her again. For me it was my first time, my first naked woman, my first warm pussy. The first time I had a true orgasm. I can still conjure up the feeling of that moment when I came in her.

I went onto college, had a couple of girlfriends, but it wasn't the same. It was good, but not the same. I went to work after college and had a couple of adventures with a couple of different coworkers, adventures that went nowhere. By then I was fucking for me, I didn't care about the girl. She was incidental.

When I was 27 I met this girl, a friend of one my guy friend's girlfriend. She was a girl from LSU. I went to the University of Texas. We fucked, and fucked and fucked, until it wasn't possible to fuck anymore. Then I got one last bit of energy and fucked her for the fourth time the next morning. She was a college girl, visiting for the weekend and went home pregnant. A good girl from a nice family, and I found myself having to agree to marry her. I didn't love her. But I was embarrassed into it.

She had her kid, notice I said her kid, at the time I really didn't take ownership. She finished college in Texas and she wanted a house in the suburbs. I hated it, I mean being married and having to go live out in the sticks. Commuting, dinner, mowing the yard, etc. The house triggered her need for another kid and then I had two. More mowing, more commuting, more back yard BBQ with the neighbor. On the outside it was all pretty normal. On the inside I didn't dream of her, I dreamt of that girl, the one from high school. The student teacher. It was all I thought about. My wife accused me of being in love with someone else. But married is married and you put up with it.

I was 37 when I got a call from a girl. She asked me if I was so and so, and she said her name was Megan. She was 18 and her mother had told her I was her father. It didn't click. I thought it was a joke or something. She said she didn't want anything, she just wanted to know if I was her father. It's incredible how your mind can go blank, I couldn't think of the name of those girls in college, who was she? I mean who was her mother? Where did I know her from? Then she said her mother had told her that I wouldn't even remember, then I put two and two together, the age and my age.

I met her. I saw her mother again. She was married of course as I was, she had two other kids by her husband. I told my wife about it. No one was looking for back child support or anything like that, just a girl finding her father. We have a relationship, it's a distance relationship because we don't live close. I don't dream of her mother any more. I make love with my wife now. She had her studies interrupted by COVID and will graduate this year. She's going to be a teacher and she looks a lot like her mother, but has my mother's complexion and eye color.