It's Been Over Fifteen Years Since We First Showered Together

I went to a small college sixty miles from home, and we were required to live in a freshman dorm. This was a school with ancient dorms, two to a room, communal baths without privacy. It takes a lot to learn to sit on the toilet with other girls with you. Showers were the same, naked except for shower shoes. After a few weeks it was no big deal, everyone had seen everyone naked and the shock at boobs and bush was no longer an issue, nor taking a dump when you needed to.

I did not think about it, but after a while you start to sort out who you think is pretty. To be honest I went for Christi, she was naturally athletic built and had a handful of titties and she was close to me and she liked to shower together, and we washed each other's hair. If by chance we got too close to each other and our titties rubbed together, it was never mind that, give me a big hug and a kiss and all that. That happened in the shower and then we felt silly.

I was surprised as to how much desire was involved, what with kissing and getting real close and personal. I was even more surprised when she pushed herself down to eat me. It was first time everything for both of us, so we weren't experienced, but a mouth full of pussy is commitment.

Christi and me became campus girlfriends and we did everything we could think of. If my roommate opened the door without knocking, it was her fault if she saw us enjoying ourselves together. I took Christi home for Christmas and my cousin forced himself on her. It may have been mutual, but it sure didn't look like it and no matter how much I hit him he was relentless in getting what he wanted. By the time it was over, Christi was on her way to being pregnant.

In our lives abortion was a sin of the worst kind and pregnant just meant you walked down the isle, hopefully before you were sporting a large tummy. My cousin wasn't serious but became serious once the ring through his nose was set in. Not only was he married, he had to get a job for real. Sixty miles is a long way when you need it, but it is a short way when you have to drive home to be with her.

All this is to say to you, I was monogamous to her. I did not cheat, and I was attentive. I helped her when needed, and I was present for the childbirth. Watching a baby crowning is not sexy, and I don't encourage it, unless you are a professional. I sat in the chair in the delivery room after the baby was given to her and asked myself if I could go through with that. Was my pussy capable. Which led to the question, would I let some guy fuck me.

I was twenty eight when I had to confront that reality. He wasn't backing off and his dick was out and I lost the grip on my pants and he pulled them off and spread my legs open. I knew what was coming, I shut my eyes and didn't move until it was over. Once done he took over and I was getting dressed so that we could return to the party. I was very aware of my menstrual cycle, but had no idea about my fertility cycle. The next time he came at me, I was fertile and ovulating and he must have been able to smell it, because he didn't quit after the first time, he went in for seconds.

A month after the party I missed my period. Christi was happy, my mother was happy, even my cousin was happy for me. "Good for you, see I knew you could do it". I walked funny after a while, and I felt bloated and got sea sick. Unlike Christi I had a terrible first trimester. Thing settled down and I had to let him, whether I was horny or not I don't know, but I didn't refuse him.

I got married when I was seven months with a big enough tummy, and Christi was my maid of honor, and her kids were the ring bearer and flower girl. I said I do, I do. Without notice he had upped the ante on the vows and they included obedience. After saying "I do" with the room deathly quiet there was no reciprocal vow on his part. It was over and we were pronounced by the Minister.

I'm thirty six now, and college is a long ago memory, and the lockdowns are history and I'm pregnant with the second one. This one is planned, down to the day and the hour. Christi is family, and my best friend, and sometimes we do things together. Remembering college we shower together and our boobs touch and we hug and kiss and go for the gold ring and eat pussy. It's not cheating. We are just reliving our college experience.