Expecting: A Bareback Adventure

"Oh, thanks, but no. I drink mostly milk and juice. The caffeine would keep the baby up and I want her sleeping as much as possible." she laughed as she slid into the booth seat directly facing him.

After a few minutes of chit-chatting, they had both loosened up a bit. "Yeah, about earlier," he admitted. "I didn't mean to make it seem like I was making an unwanted advance on you or anything. I know you probably get that all the time, even with the ring. I really was just trying to help you out."

"Oh, it's okay. It didn't seem like you were trying for anything except just being nice. Anyways, the ring isn't even real." she confessed, waving her hand nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his interest peaked.

She slid it off and stuck it in her blouse pocket. "I just wear it so people don't give me those snooty little looks. 'Oh, unwed teenage mother'. People can be really judgmental so I wear the ring just to keep people off my back. The baby's father never proposed to me. In fact, he booked when he found out I was pregnant. Dad of the year material, huh?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Justin said, genuinely disappointed for her.

She shrugged. "Well, he got his fun, now I'm left with the hard work. It's okay, though, I'm going to keep her. She's mine and I'm going to love her twice as much since her dad doesn't love her at all."

"That's great. I'm glad you're sticking with it. A lot of girls would cave under the pressure and just give the baby up for adoption or something..." he said as he sipped his coffee.

"No, this responsibility is mine. She's a part of me and we're going to get through this together," Lisa declared, firm and resolute. She'd cried her tears but had grown stronger. The days of weeping were long past.

Justin and Lisa chatted for over an hour, just learning more about one another, making those nuanced analyses that people do when they talk. Justin happened to work for a local real estate company. He was low on the company's food chain but was a natural talent at the game and was quickly moving up the ranks. He came from a wholesome family background; your idyllic house in the suburbs with the white picket fence, the hard-working dad and stay-at-home mom who raised their kids. That's the life Justin had.

The more Lisa talked to him the safer she felt in his presence. Strangely, her volatile hormone profile had been shifted and manipulated. For the time being it had essentially been tamed. She hadn't known a man like this in her entire life. As he spoke, his words blurred into an incomprehensible clamor as Lisa became distracted. Here was this young man who was clean-shaven, well-mannered and who had exhibited, on several occasions already, a chivalrous nature completely alien to her.

Lisa had run with rugged, rough-around-the-edges crowds, usually haunting block parties where underage kids played host when mommy and daddy were away, predictably raiding the liquor cabinet or throwing money into a pot to supply their own. There you'd find Lisa, in the thick of it, reclined back on a couch, feet up on the coffee table, surrounded by a collection of friends, acquaintances and strangers. A queer, thick haze of mysterious smoke, that had that familiar hydroponic odor, patrolled the air as a low beat of rhythmically thumping bass rolled through the house. With a beer in one hand and a reckless smile on her face she'd be giggling at a joke her friend had told or some crazy physical stunt one of the party-goers had attempted. She was barely 15 years old, then, but already a seasoned partier and club kid.

It was at a party just like this that Lisa met Carlos. Blushing and wide-eyed, surrounded by an ever-shifting crowd of people around her in the party house, she shook his hand after her friend at the time, Bella, had introduced them. He was a rough-shod, charismatic fraud. The type of guy who scoured parties like these for girls like Lisa. He had been a friend of the party host's older brother and said brother happened to decide to attend the party, bringing Carlos with him.

Lisa kept eye contact with him as they made senseless small talk in Bella's presence, her cheeks red and convicting, her smile nervously played. In her mind, though, Lisa had other thoughts, thoughts she dare not express. The kinds of thoughts that girls her age shouldn't have about young men Carlos' age. She was hell-bent on making some mistakes that night, as though her well of mistakes was on a time limit and she only had a certain amount of time to spend them.

Carlos was in his mid-20s and had a series of unsuccessful runs at several local service jobs. Now, he was relegated to doing freelance mechanic work at a nearby used car shop. His ship, as it were, was likely always going to be docked with no prospect for a fruitful voyage. A stained wife beater, tattered jeans, shaved head and jaw wrapped with unattended stubble... this was his professional uniform. To any sensible young woman his uniform was a red flag, but to Lisa it might as well have been the dinner bell, it was so obvious. Guys like Carlos are the ones you're supposed to make mistakes with. At least that's what the misguiding little devil in Lisa's ear whispered. As Carlos looked down on her slim, diminutive frame, those big, doe-eyed, blue marble eyes looking up at him and that unmistakably eager grin, he knew he already had her in the bag. She'd given him a blank check and now all he had to do was decide where and when to cash it.

That night, as many young people are regarded as doing, Lisa was making a willful mistake. The alley behind the party house was dark and the low reverberations from the sound system inside thumped constant, yet muffled by the walls. You could hear the swarming cacophony of remote party-goers laughing and talking, but even from this short distance it was a detached, far-flung wave of noise. Inside and outside were practically different worlds. Inside, hectic and chaotic. Outside, though, the wet, cracked pavement was cool and desolate. The darkness hid the vocal crickets and only the hum of a lone lamplight interrupted the near silent night air. There, Carlos' beat up mid-90s Ford Explorer sat inconspicuously. The rear cab seats had been laid flat weeks ago because he'd been delivering jumper cables to and from his job.

Now, though, the only thing filling the rear cab were the entangled, merged, writhing bodies of Carlos and Lisa. They were in near darkness, save for a thin slice of illumination that cut along them from the lamplight a good fifty feet away. As Carlos laid atop her, his khakis bunched up around his ankles, his hips slowly but firmly driving into her, he made desperate little panting noises. Gone was the suave oral tactician. Carlos was cashing in his chips and made no attempt to mask his declaration of victory.

Lisa, on the other hand, pinned beneath him, whimpered, a mask of twisted pain on her face. She visibly winced with each of Carlos' urgent thrusts, baring her teeth in lust-drenched excruciation. She was not a pro at this, just a dumb little girl who'd only had two dicks in her up to this point. The first boy managed to get it into her after being her boyfriend for six months. They were both at a friend's house and the friend conveniently stepped out of the room for twenty minutes. Lisa and this boy quickly moved to latch their mouths together. After scrambling clumsily to undress, the boy needled his desperate spike into her and throttled into her for a minute before spilling his seed.

This event revealed Lisa's weakness for the moment. She was enraptured in the emotion of the wash of eroticism that mesmerized her and she never once thought of him wearing protection or even goading him to pull out. When the time came, so did he, willingly and without consideration of pulling out. Upon the two of them pulling apart, Lisa looked down at her sodden pussy, drenched with the boy-sauce of an inexperienced virgin.

Her second lover was similar. After being dumped by the boy she lost her virginity to, his friend happened to tactically provide a shoulder to cry on. For mere days he provided this service until he surprisingly managed to have her in his bedroom on a night that his parents were out. In the dark, on his bed, his Boy Scout uniform draped over a chair in the corner, the boy laid atop a fully nude Lisa, drilling hard into her with scandalous abandon. After only a few minutes he tensed, groaned and filled her canal with his sticky payload.

She dodged a bullet for a second time when her period came just a week later. Neither boy tried for an encore and both abandoned her quickly after exploiting her weaknesses. Lisa was just a plaything to them and they'd quickly grown tired of her. These were mere boys who'd made their first conquest, but the damage was done and Lisa desperately sought something more reliable and consistent. In a lover, she secretly wanted a man and not a boy, someone who would make her feel like a conquered little girl and not just a toy that's been awkwardly fumbled with.

Now, in the dark of the alley, as Carlos laid atop Lisa, his massive body hunched over her and her thighs splayed out over the floor of his cab, she had found the first semblance of a man. He showed his appreciation, too, licking and kissing her neck sloppily, muttering reprehensible obscenities into her ear and as he sunk his thick, veiny member into her unprotected pussy.

Carlos couldn't believe how lucky he was. He'd been successful on quite a few of these "poon hunts" in the past, always targeting the same young and unwary game like Lisa at the local block parties. There was the cute, but shy brunette with the shoulder length hair that he smooth talked into an unoccupied bedroom, fucking her quietly in the dark before creaming inside her, giving her a fake phone number and leaving the party. There were dozens more just the same. Many of them ended up with unwanted bundles of bastard joy, courtesy of Carlos' dick.

The next in a long line of hunted game, Lisa was being unmercifully fucked. He hadn't been inside a pussy this young and tight in a few years and it showed. His hips gyrated, grinding into hers with joy. "Goddamn, girl..." he muttered. "You're gonna make me cum." That was her cue to object, or approve, or at least respond. She did none. He typically loved it when they did passively object, begging through deceptive mewls. They'd sometimes beg him to pull out, all the while jutting their hips into his, essentially willing his seed into them. After being given the fuck of her life for nearly half an hour, she was in no mental condition to give a comprehensible answer anyway.

Carlos smiled, knowing he had a free pass. Lisa's mind was reeling far beyond the point of self-control and as he felt that wonderfully warm familiar feeling bubbling up inside him, he thought of nothing more than allowing nature to take its course. He groaned, his body tensing as his cock violently expelled its hot, sticky seed into Lisa's willing canal. She clutched him tight, not realizing the stupidity of her decision, only knowing that her body craved whatever it was, right or wrong. She went through the throes of this torrid process, letting him buck and throb atop her until he was spent.

Over the coming days, weeks and months Lisa became a regular background prop at the garage where Carlos worked. She'd sit up on a workbench, dangling her feet as she watched him work. She was a lovesick little puppy more than a girl. When she wasn't at the garage and was at home or school, you could find Carlos at the local pub, shooting pool with his buddies or watching a game on the TV behind the bartender. There he'd spin horribly demeaning ales about the various sexual positions he'd recently degraded his cute, little blonde schoolgirl in. He talked about fucking her in seedy motel rooms, truck stop bathrooms, even in the girls' bathroom at her high school. He'd let her keep her panties on as he fucked her from behind in one of the stalls, emptying his balls into her and letting the contents of her filled cunt dribble out onto her inner thighs when they parted ways and he left the campus.

They rarely used protection, but when Lisa would urge him to, she'd eventually give in to his suave demands of doing it without. There were times that she became so heady and insistent that she'd declare him cut off from sex. Of course, this wouldn't last longer than a week and he'd end up balls deep in her in a motel or at some local party. Secretly, she loved the thrill of it, the thrill of doing something wrong on purpose and getting away with it. She loved daring the risk and the consequences of her actions.

Normally, Lisa had her periods on time. When she missed it by a few days she didn't worry, but when the days turned into weeks, she became horrified. A store-bought pregnancy confirmed it: she was pregnant and Carlos was the father. He had found out through a friend of his who knew a friend of hers. Within hours he was on a bus out of town. She got a chance to speak to him briefly on the phone, where he didn't even tell her about his plans to relocate. He never even said goodbye.

Now, nearly seven months later, she was sitting across from this handsome young princely man, who was giving her the kind of attention she hadn't had since Carlos. Guiltily, she realized she hadn't been paying attention to anything he'd said in the last few minutes. She was just looking at him, scanning him. He noticed.

"Well," Justin chuckled. "I know what that glazed-eye look means. I'm talking too much."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to seem like I wasn't paying attention. I don't know, I'm just a little distracted, I guess. I haven't had a real conversation with a guy since..." she trailed off.

His eyes lowered and he used his most passive tone. "I--I know it must be tough for you. Especially the guy situation. This is just talking, okay? I'm not a threat or anything. This is just two people talking. You don't owe me anything and I don't expect anything."

She nodded. "I know. It's just--this is nice, you know? It's a nice change. I'm not used to a guy just talking to me... just to talk."

Callie rounded the corner, eyeing Lisa, then noticing her sitting across from Justin. She tried not to judge the apparent scenario. Her eyes shifted from Lisa to Justin. "Hey, sis!"

Lisa's head swung around and she perked up. "Oh, hey, Callie! Um, this is Justin. This is a friend of mine. He's my friend's older brother. We kind of bumped into each other in the fruit aisle and were just catching up."

"Oh, okay..." Callie said, a tinge of suspicion in her voice.

"Did you find anything you liked?" Lisa asked Callie.

Callie held up a shopping bag. "Found a few things I probably shouldn't have picked up and definitely don't need.

"Well, hey, umm, Justin and I were gonna chat for a little while longer. Is that cool?" she asked Callie, whose eyebrows rose, hesitant to answer quickly. The pause had intent and Lisa realized it.

Lisa looked at Justin. "I live about a half a mile off of Elm. Could you maybe drop me off or are you in a hurry?"

Justin thought, shrugging. "I'm not in any particular hurry, no. I just got off work..."

"Oh, really?" Callie interrupted. "Where do you work?"

Justin felt as though he were being interrogated. "At Berman and Handley Real Estate. I'm an agent there..." he said, presenting Callie his business card with his face proudly emblazoned on it."

Callie scanned it and was, beyond all her initial assumptions, was impressed. She gave it back. "Cool. Must be nice to have solid employment. The pay must be pretty decent."

Lisa's eyes trailed down, agitation now brewing under her skin. She knew exactly what Callie was doing. She was playing good cop, doing a thorough investigation of Justin, and an unabashed one at that.

"It's pretty good pay, even though I'm sort of like plankton with the company. I've gotten some sales, though, and the bigwigs like my work ethic, so they keep me around. Plus, the owner of the company knows my dad and all three of us have the same alma mater." Justin said, matter of fact-ly.

Justin had passed Callie's impromptu screening and he knew it. There was a glow of self-satisfaction about him. She handed him back his card. Lisa looked over her shoulder. "Happy now?"

Callie leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm making dinner as soon as I get home because I've got the night shift tonight, so try and be back before it gets dark. Remember, you got two mouths to feed." The subtext was heavy and thick enough to choke on.

"Yes, mom," Lisa said with emphasis.

"You have her back before dark, okay, Justin?" Callie said, still in mom mode.

"I will," he said.

Callie left and Lisa had a stunned look of embarrassment on her face. Justin blew it off, chuckling. "She's over-protective, but that's a good thing. It shows that she loves you, you know?"

"I know. I guess I have it coming, I haven't exactly been making the greatest life choices lately," Lisa admitted.

"Did you want to hang out here or maybe go out and get some fresh air?" he asked.

"Sure, why not? You have any place in mind?"

"How about Longview Mall? They got that nice open-air food court out there. Maybe get you and the baby a little pre-dinner snack or something?"

She smiled. "That sounds great."

They walked out to the parking lot and he guided her towards his car, which wasn't a beater and wasn't an Italian sports car, but something modest and utilitarian, a sedan that was a few years old.

"It's not the greatest car in the world, but it gets me around," he said, unlocking the passenger door for her and opening it so she could get in. Here was another first, a guy opening a door for her. She was surprised by this and the fact that the interior of his car was immaculate. He hopped in and they were off.

They made it to Longview Mall and went for a nice, leisurely stroll. Lisa drug Justin into a few clothing stores where she perused some items for herself, joking about how she used to be able to fit into most everything there and that she'd have to wait until the baby was born to get back into them. She even ducked into a few baby clothes stores. Justin didn't complain one bit. In fact, secretly, he enjoyed seeing the genuine delight in Lisa's face as she scanned through clothes for her baby-to-be.

Lisa was a beautiful girl and the more Justin looked at her, the more he noticed this. Her glowing skin, her sparkling blue eyes, her pert, swollen breasts that we're clearly pronounced, even through the fabric of her blouse. He couldn't deny that he, deep down, was still just a red-blooded man and she was certainly an eligible young woman.

Images popped into Justin's mind of what transpired to lead to Lisa's impregnated condition, but quickly had to stamp them out. Sure, she had a streak of trouble in her, but she was trying to go straight for the sake of her baby and he admired her greatly for that.

Lisa made sure to never infer that she wanted Justin to pay for anything. It's clear that lots of girls in her situation would try to find a little sugar daddy for financial support but Lisa was not one of those girls.

As they were passing the multiplex movie theater built into the mall, Lisa noticed a poster hung up in the lobby. It was of the latest computer-generated cartoon extravaganza, a movie that had just come out days ago. Justin didn't know it, but Lisa was practically addicted to cartoons and watched them endlessly.

"Oh, hey!" Lisa exclaimed. "Do you want to see a movie?! I've wanted to see Nightmare Princess for almost a year and it just came out. Do you want to see it?!"

Justin couldn't believe how excited she was. For most of the day she'd been cool and laid back and now there was this wide-eyed, mouth agape kid practically hopping up and down in front of him, desperate for his approval to see this movie. "Um, sure!" he chuckled.