Where it happened: my house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
Brad was real cute senior and a football player. I had
seen him a few times around campus and we had talked once or
twice. He saw me walking home, alone with a lot of books
and offered me a ride home one afternoon in late May. I was
a 13 yr old, 7th grader, who had never done anything more
sexual than kissing. However, lately I had started to
think more about sex, gotten pretty horny and started to
masturbate from time to time. I was a pretty developed
girl for 13, with size 34C breasts, a thin waist and fairly
wide hips. I was tall for my age, fairly attractive and
had long dark hair. I really like Brad and took him up on
his offer of a ride home. When we drove up to my house,
Brad asked if he could come inside and have something to
drink, as he was thirsty. We went inside, everyone was at
work or school. I got us some Cokes and Brad and I chatted
about stuff for about 10 minutes. Eventually, Brad kissed
me and we moved to the couch to continue to kiss and touch
each other. Pretty quickly, Brad had both of us undressed
and lead me to my bedroom. He lay me down on the bed and
continued to kiss me, while he started to insert a finger
into my cunt. He finger-fucked me for a minute and then
spread my legs and immediately rammed his large cock into
my cunt. It hurt like hell as he shredded my hymen. I let
out a scream and tried to pull away from him, bumping my
head on the headboard of the bed. Brad grabbed my shoulders
and pulled me back onto his shaft. He pushed his cock all
the way in, it hurt and burned and I just wanted it to stop.
I was in tears as Brad pumped in and out of me a couple of
times. Then suddenly, I felt a warm gush of fluid as Brad
came into me. Brad let out a moan and I could feel him
tense up and then completely relax as he came. As soon as
he came into me, Brad withdrew his shrinking penis, stood up
and went into the living room to get his clothes. I
couldn’t move for a minute or two, I was stunned and hurt
so much. I just lay there on the bed and a couple of
minutes later, Brad stuck his head into the room. He
awkwardly said ‘thanks!’ and ‘I’ll let myself out’. I
heard the front door close and I rolled over and cried.
I hadn’t expected to have sex until I was much older but
it certainly wasn’t at all like I thought it would be. It
only took a minute or so from penetration to Brad shooting
his load into me and the whole thing; from the first kiss
to Brad leaving was only about 10 minutes. I lay on the
bed and cried for awhile and then carefully got up and
started to clean up the blood and cum off my white
bedspread and carpet. I could barely walk and bleed for
several days afterwards. By the time my family all
got home I was dressed, had cleaned up the place and had
composed myself enough that I could act normal. That
weekend, I thought a lot about what happened and kept
breaking into tears each time I thought about it; it all
happened so fast, it wasn’t what I expected, not to mention
that I still hurt like crazy. I tried to brush off my bad
feeling by being flattered that a handsome older guy like
Brad was interested in me, and tried to imagine the dates
we might have in the future. On Monday morning I tried to
find Brad and talk to him but he was busy with graduation
plans and also seemed to clearly avoid me. That week, Brad
graduated with the other seniors and the following weekend
I called him at his house. At first, Brad acted like he
didn’t remember me and then he said he was really busy with
his summer job and college plans. He managed to throw in
the word ‘girlfriend’ a couple of times (talking about
someone else) and made it very clear that he was trying to
pretend that nothing ever happened between us and that he
considered me a little kid that was pestering him but he
was trying to humor me. I was crushed when we finished our
brief phone conversation and Brad had made it very clear
that we weren’t going to see each other again. I tried to
have fun that summer and to forget about Brad but I still
felt hurt and depressed. By August, it was really clear
that I was pregnant as I hadn’t had a period since the
incident with Brad. I was really scared and didn’t want to
tell anyone, especially my parents. However, by October
it was pretty apparent, due to my growing belly, that I was
pregnant and I had to tell my parents. They were really
shocked and hurt as I had never even had a boyfriend, was
only 13 and had always been a ‘good girl’. My parents
insisted on knowing who the father was, at first I wouldn’t
tell, but eventually I told. My parents contacted Brad’s
parents and Brad and he denied that it was his baby. He
said he never had sex with me and barely even knew who I
was. Although my parents were shocked and disappointed
they accepted the pregnancy. They allowed me to live at
home and attend school but both my parents and my ‘so-called’
friends are sort of distant to me nowdays. It hasn’t been
easy being a pregnant 8th grader at school and I have
had a few medical problems with my pregnancy; mostly
due to my body not being fully developed yet. I didn’t
return to school after Christmas vacation, as I’m due at
the end of February. I’ll have to make up the 3rd & 4th
quarters in summer school and I might fall a year behind
my classmates in school. My parents have made it very clear
that I will have give up the baby for adoption but I don’t
know if I can do this. I know how hard it would be for me
(and the baby) if I was to try and keep him/her but after
having he or she in my belly for all these months, I have
come to love him or her so much. My parents have made it
very clear that I have no say in keeping the baby and if I
was to try to keep it, I would have to move out and have to
try to support myself. More than likely, I would have to
move to some kind of state home until I was old enough (16)
to work and drop out of school. I don’t know what I will
do but my life has changed so much in the past few months
and I doubt it will ever be back to normal. Like my first
sexual experience, I had imagined what pregnancy and birth
of my first child would be like, and this is nothing like
what I imagined. It’s hard to believe that your whole life
could change in just a minute. I’m so pregnant and
uncomfortable and I’m at home all the time with nothing much
but studying to do. I wish at least we could be planning
for the birth of my baby; doing all the normal things like
birthing classes and buying baby things but since I’m
suppose to be giving up the baby this isn’t possible. I
know I’m too young for all of this but I wish I had a
husband, or at least a boyfriend to go through all this
with me; to support me and go to birthing classes with and
all but Brad denies the baby and is busy with his college
classes, friends and fun. Although, I think it might
emotionally kill me, it might be best if I do give up the
baby. That way both he/she and I might be able to have a
more normal, happy life. Well, that’s my story. Girls
don’t believe you can’t get pregnant the first time and
also it might not be what you expected. It was all over in
a minute, I really didn’t enjoy it and it changed my life
forever.
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