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Click hereI was tempted to turn the light on for a moment and get a glimpse of her. I knew she was pretty, and she'd only be prettier naked, well-fucked, and sleeping. But there was a chance that the light would wake her and she'd notice I wasn't Nathan. Beyond that, she hadn't really gotten a good look at me, so there seemed to be something perversely fair about not seeing her either.
"Sleep well," I whispered, kissing her forehead one last time. Then I carefully felt my way to the door and escaped.
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I didn't see Jennifer much for a while. Her parties trailed off a couple weeks after our meeting, but I didn't find out why for several months.
In November, a for-sale sign popped up in front of their house and a moving truck arrived. I watched them as surreptitiously as I could. Jennifer's parents were supervising the moving crew, and I suspected at first that Jennifer wasn't there.
As I was about to walk over and talk to them, though, I caught sight of Jennifer. She was carrying a small box and wearing a baggy dress. As she set the box down and stood, I could see the curves of her growing bosom and her lovely pregnant belly.
The downside was that I'd never get to see more of her belly. For that matter, I probably wouldn't see much more of the rest of her. I suspected she was going to live with her parents back East, and I rarely traveled out of state.
The upside, I supposed, was that I still knew. No matter where she was, she was still going to have my baby. I would always get to remember that night, and how she felt, and how beautiful her climax had been.
There were worse deals, I thought, and stepped out for a walk around the lake.
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I want to thank Sylvidoll for her editorial input.
- COMMENTS
Wendywants2Btaken8 months agoWouldn’t it be so amazingly sexy to not know who knocked you up? Another way to do this would be to be bound to a breeding bench with a blindfold on and ear buds in place as guy after guy fills you with their cum❤️♥️❤️♥️
bumpercars10 months agoAuthorAnon,
I'm glad you liked the story. IRL parenting is way easier with someone who's more present than not-Nathan, but you do you, and you also do whichever consenting adults you choose.
Anonymous10 months agoThis was so hot. I want a guy to knock me up like this and make me a single mom sooo badly!
bumpercarsover 1 year agoAuthorUnholyintentions,
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed not-Nathan's humor. I had fun with leaving one sense out in this story, and letting the focus be on all the senses that remained.
unholyintentionsover 1 year agoFor a tale so dark, I appreciated the humor of the horror movie murder victim that stumbles upon breeding fortune while it crushes his lilacs. The imagery of a secret fuck in the dark was beautiful -- The Moan sticks with me.
bumpercarsover 1 year agoAuthorAnon,
You're right that there's a bit of sadness to this ending, and you're also right that the protagonist ought to take responsibility for his actions. I don't know what would happen if he acted differently, and asked her out - it's a good question that would need another story to answer.
Anonymousover 1 year agoOh man. As much as I know how wrong this is, I was kind of getting soulmate vibes here. I wish he didn’t let Jennifer and his baby go. I wonder, if the situation played out differently where he stayed, or asked her out on a date, if they’d be together. Seems sad they’re getting separated, when their story hasn’t really even started yet. Also, I feel terrible for single mothers and children who grow up without a parent. That just makes me want to grab this guy and shove him at Jennifer, lol
bumpercarsalmost 2 years agoAuthorAnon,
You're not wrong - where this story veers towards realism, it is a bit sad. I like to think that most of my stories don't veer so far towards realism that they run aground on it, though.
