Lesbian Female / 25
We Have Two But We Really Are Talking About Having Another Set
During my first two years of college I had became a little dyke with another girl. Everything changed when a guy I met came over and I found out what a guy with a dick can do to you. I refused, and he insisted, and once he had me the way he wanted me, he went ahead and gave me dick and came in me.
I wasn't angry or upset or anything. I really didn't realize what had happened. Sure I knew I had been fucked, but I didn't understand what that meant. I knew about girls who rushed to get his apartment cleaned for a party, or shopped for boyfriend underpants, or girls who called themselves 'wives' but were not married. I heard girls boast that they were going to have four kids, only to be bettered by a girl claiming she was going to have six kids.
One girl who was on the softball team with me boasted that she could swallow a dick, no problem. Another girl claimed that she lost 'it' on the water tower. When I was asked I kept my mouth shut. And some girl remembered that I was a dyke with a girlfriend. "You do not know what you are missing".
The only girl I told was my girlfriend. She didn't know what to say either. It wasn't cheating. We convinced ourselves that there was no problem, I was probably not fertile that day. But nature has a way of getting you pregnant, you are fertile as soon as you ovulate, and his sperm will fertilize you even after several days. I didn't say 'I got pregnant', I said 'he made me pregnant'. In spite of the open availability for taking care of a problem, that thought never crossed my mind or hers either. Our concern was simple, how to take care of a baby and stay in college. After eight weeks, but who was counting, at eight weeks after 'he had sex with me' we went to the campus clinic and they took a sonagram and a blood test and let me know that I was indeed pregnant.
We regressed to the 1960s and the only available solution was to get married. We went together to 'confront' him, actually she did all the talking. For all of my bravado I was scared of him, or scared he would reject me. She was firm and steady and informed him that without any doubt I was pregnant and he had to make things right and marry me. As to some 'big wedding' that could come later, right now it was get married at the courthouse. He brought a friend of his, a guy named Larry, and me and my girlfriend stood holding hands until the judge said we were married.
That's the last I saw of him until after I had the baby (which was in April 2020). He came by. looked at the baby, nodded his approval and told me to take care of 'it'. My girlfriend reminded him, that was 'his' son, 'he' wasn't an 'it'. To say I got child support is an exaggeration. He didn't have enough money to pay for his rent and give me child support. My girlfriend and I kept our jobs, we could both work online, and we worked and paid rent and borrowed tuition and books. We managed our schedules so that we didn't have to pay for childcare and finished our degrees, a semester late.
My son turned two and we talked about siblings and using another father was out of the question, plus I was married. We went to my loving husband and begged him. I mean begged, he wasn't interested. We had mapped out my fertility cycle and I was prime right then so we went back to his bedroom and five minutes later we left for our apartment. Fertility at that age is on fire and I was pregnant from that two minute interlude.
We still live in our college town, we have our jobs and two children, now that he's working a proper job we get child support, and once in a while we agree to meet so he can see his children. They are too young for him to take care of alone, so we are there with him. I won't give him a divorce on principle, and he stopped bothering me about it. He has a 'girlfriend' but she doesn't want the baggage. To scare her away we told her that we are working on a second set.
I wasn't angry or upset or anything. I really didn't realize what had happened. Sure I knew I had been fucked, but I didn't understand what that meant. I knew about girls who rushed to get his apartment cleaned for a party, or shopped for boyfriend underpants, or girls who called themselves 'wives' but were not married. I heard girls boast that they were going to have four kids, only to be bettered by a girl claiming she was going to have six kids.
One girl who was on the softball team with me boasted that she could swallow a dick, no problem. Another girl claimed that she lost 'it' on the water tower. When I was asked I kept my mouth shut. And some girl remembered that I was a dyke with a girlfriend. "You do not know what you are missing".
The only girl I told was my girlfriend. She didn't know what to say either. It wasn't cheating. We convinced ourselves that there was no problem, I was probably not fertile that day. But nature has a way of getting you pregnant, you are fertile as soon as you ovulate, and his sperm will fertilize you even after several days. I didn't say 'I got pregnant', I said 'he made me pregnant'. In spite of the open availability for taking care of a problem, that thought never crossed my mind or hers either. Our concern was simple, how to take care of a baby and stay in college. After eight weeks, but who was counting, at eight weeks after 'he had sex with me' we went to the campus clinic and they took a sonagram and a blood test and let me know that I was indeed pregnant.
We regressed to the 1960s and the only available solution was to get married. We went together to 'confront' him, actually she did all the talking. For all of my bravado I was scared of him, or scared he would reject me. She was firm and steady and informed him that without any doubt I was pregnant and he had to make things right and marry me. As to some 'big wedding' that could come later, right now it was get married at the courthouse. He brought a friend of his, a guy named Larry, and me and my girlfriend stood holding hands until the judge said we were married.
That's the last I saw of him until after I had the baby (which was in April 2020). He came by. looked at the baby, nodded his approval and told me to take care of 'it'. My girlfriend reminded him, that was 'his' son, 'he' wasn't an 'it'. To say I got child support is an exaggeration. He didn't have enough money to pay for his rent and give me child support. My girlfriend and I kept our jobs, we could both work online, and we worked and paid rent and borrowed tuition and books. We managed our schedules so that we didn't have to pay for childcare and finished our degrees, a semester late.
My son turned two and we talked about siblings and using another father was out of the question, plus I was married. We went to my loving husband and begged him. I mean begged, he wasn't interested. We had mapped out my fertility cycle and I was prime right then so we went back to his bedroom and five minutes later we left for our apartment. Fertility at that age is on fire and I was pregnant from that two minute interlude.
We still live in our college town, we have our jobs and two children, now that he's working a proper job we get child support, and once in a while we agree to meet so he can see his children. They are too young for him to take care of alone, so we are there with him. I won't give him a divorce on principle, and he stopped bothering me about it. He has a 'girlfriend' but she doesn't want the baggage. To scare her away we told her that we are working on a second set.
