Straight Female / 27
The Day I Got Pregnant
I was a healthy 26, college educated, mature, woman. I had it all. I meet Joe. Not just any Joe. That Joe. The Joe every woman feels overwhelmed by. The Joe who really does know everything. The Joe who is a real hero, the one who put his life on the line and saved a two year old. When Joe speaks, people listen. That Joe. The one who speaks to you and nothing comes out of your mouth.
Joe, because we are on a first name basis, unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time, my trembling hands on his. One button at a time until he pushed my shirt off my shoulders and I was standing in my bra. Then his hands grabbed the waist of my pants and unbuttoned them, and slowly unzipped them, lowering my pants until I'm standing in my bra and panties.
And, Joe takes two fingers and gently touches my, mhm, pussy.
I turned red, pink, white, my mouth went dry. Nothing in the world is more embarrassing than having your pussy touched by a real live hero. Then, at the speed of the slowest snail he lowers my panties exposing my pussy.
I know, I'm old enough to know about the birds and the bees. But which bird, which bee had Joe touching her pussy? My knees melted, he caught me, laid me down, took my panties off my feet, kissed my pussy, and then took my bra off.
Joe had eyes on fire, licked his lips, undressed himself and ravished my innocence. How could I look him in the eye? What words would come to mind? The only thing left to do was surrender away, and Joe take his place with me. Twenty six sounds both so young and old enough, to be the object of Joe's conquering army of millions of sperm against my one very lonely egg.
Joe, because we are on a first name basis, unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time, my trembling hands on his. One button at a time until he pushed my shirt off my shoulders and I was standing in my bra. Then his hands grabbed the waist of my pants and unbuttoned them, and slowly unzipped them, lowering my pants until I'm standing in my bra and panties.
And, Joe takes two fingers and gently touches my, mhm, pussy.
I turned red, pink, white, my mouth went dry. Nothing in the world is more embarrassing than having your pussy touched by a real live hero. Then, at the speed of the slowest snail he lowers my panties exposing my pussy.
I know, I'm old enough to know about the birds and the bees. But which bird, which bee had Joe touching her pussy? My knees melted, he caught me, laid me down, took my panties off my feet, kissed my pussy, and then took my bra off.
Joe had eyes on fire, licked his lips, undressed himself and ravished my innocence. How could I look him in the eye? What words would come to mind? The only thing left to do was surrender away, and Joe take his place with me. Twenty six sounds both so young and old enough, to be the object of Joe's conquering army of millions of sperm against my one very lonely egg.
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