I went to a small college that required that all freshmen live in the dorm the first year. My roommate was a girl with what for me are the best tits in the world. She also has a nice pussy, clean and pretty. I have small tits and I'm sort of tall and have long legs and my pussy is also clean and neat and tucked in. It was only a couple of days for us to get naked and get going. After a semester we had developed this couple mentality. I won't say I was in love, but pretty close to it.
Over the Christmas break that year she went home and she had an accident on New Year's Eve and she is paralyzed from the neck down. She needs 24 hour care and lives in an institution. She doesn't always recognize me, and she has lost so much weight and doesn't look anywhere like she did when we were in school together. I'm hurt, just hurt inside about what happened to her. She doesn't want to be here.
I finished school, barely, and returned to my home town where I live now. I worked tables for a while and then got a job working as an administrative assistant. The boss I have decided that he was going to get involved in my life and after I moved out from my parents, he came by my apartment to see it. I got it, him, on my bed, half dressed on my stomach. Full discharge, completely emptied his balls in me. I was at the most vulnerable moment, I was in my fertile week and, bingo, he hit home. Now I was pregnant. I went to see my friend from college, actually he drove me to see her. We stayed in a motel together. He wanted more of the same, never mind that he had already gotten me pregnant. She told me that I had to have the baby. If he married me fine, if he didn't fine, but I had to have the baby.
On the drive home I asked him to marry me, I didn't want to have a baby alone. It wasn't any kind of a complicated ceremony. Legal yes, but not religious or emotional. Like a rehearsal. He is completely hung up on me, and he wants lots of me, over and over. It's hard to pretend. I try, I do try. But it's not in me. I dream sometimes of those days in the dorm when we first met and learned how to make love together. I want soft skin and tender hands. I want to make love like I did when we were in school together.
I don't know if he is a good lover or not. I only know one man. I know he is not gentle, he goes for the goal immediately. He is hard on me, he has to push it in me. I lay there, looking up at the ceiling, wondering what I would be doing if she hadn't been in that accident. I have two kids now, and I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant. I want to be a good wife, I am a good mother. I haven't been to see her in a six months. She doesn't want anyone to visit her. I need to go and let her know I'm pregnant.
