Where it happened: girl friends apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
This is a story of stupidity – pure and simple. I was young and innocent when I left for Viet Nam and while a good dfeal more mature, I was still 9innocent – innocent and stupid. My virginity remained intact only because of the lack of opportunity save for the Asian whores who I had no desire to associate with.
I had returned home to a job and school and was comfortably at home in a rather spartan apartment house that was within my financial means when Brenda moved in to a room just down the hall. She was blond, fair, blue eyes and perhaps ten pounds overweight and, above all, available.
I pursued her with hormones raging and found her not only willing but eager to fuck me. Even then, I sensed something amiss – she was too eager.
It was after a night after a show and drinks that, our third date, that I accompanied her to her room and we began making out. She was open to my every move, accommodating me as I kissed and fondled and played around. She assisted in getting us nude together and my mind became centered on one thing. . .it lay between her legs!
After some minutes of foreplay and new experiences for me she simply rolled on to her back and drew me over her where, after some awkwared positioning to gain an entrance, I slid into her. It was my first sensation from fucking and, of course, I’ll never forget it.
For the next two weeks, it was lots of fucking, every night; then, she told me she was going back to her old boyfriend and left her apartment.
But it wasn’t over, she returned some few weeks later with the news that she was pregnant and that I was the father. Of course, I took her at her word and five months later she delivered an eight pound premature boy. I agreed to pay child support and take responsibility, still believing I was the father. She was to have sole custody as she lived with her boy friend.
A few years passed and by the time that the boy was at the age to attend college, I had been rather successful in my career and moderately wealthy. I had made arrangements to pay the boy’s expenses in the university.
It was then that all hell broke loose. My ex-girlfriend was suing me for a large sum of money claiming that I had neglected her and that since she had been with me during my college years she was entitled to the money.
Finally, I began to see things more clearly and consulted a lawyer who advised a DNA terst on the boy and a trip back to the courts to get relief. The result was, of course, that the boy was not my son. The courts were quick to throw out her claimsand I was relieved of any further responsibillity.
There was some good came of it – the boy still claims me as his father even though he knows the truth and I claim him as my son. He’s done well at the university and has successfully started his career.
His mother died last year of acute alcohol poisoning and lies in a grave that her son has provided for her. There were two of us at her graveside service.
Processing your request, Please wait....
