Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6
I watched him s--k slowly on my curved, smooth breasts.
Having him lead me on, he tucked at my nips, grazing their front, as he ran down lightly, making to feast on my enlarged, fruity m---d; as I shut my eyes, wanting to feel the whole of it; a deep sigh escaping my lips, as my mouth tightened at the feel of his tongue near my tasty c--t.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Just right,” I moaned, not wanting him to stop.
I watched him withdraw just in time before my juices came out, groaning, feeling his hot poker fit into my hole; a gasp escaping at the feel, as I threw my head back on the pillow, letting him do his thing until his h---y clock ran out.
I was scared I was doing it wrong; I never thought I had it in me.
Watching her make soft sighs and moan at every single stroke, made me not want to pull away—feeling my excitement build, part of me wished to withdraw, but another part kept me in, making me pour every bit of my possession—inside, as I slumped—then she sighed.
“Yes.” I already knew what she was going to ask.
“I’m not on pills,”
I looked at her, seeing the fear in her eyes. “Don’t worry,” I made to assure. “You won’t get pregnant.” I lifted myself up as I made to kiss her.
Having to think of impregnating a woman was one I dreaded.
I got dressed and had her putting her clothes back on, as we kissed again.
Feeling that love that was never there, I got my lips back, being already charmed, as the sound of the door interrupted—and we pulled away.
I knew we were in big trouble.
“Baby, who the hell is this?”
“M-mum, I can explain—”
“Explain!” she rolled her eyes at us as she sought.
Excusing myself, not wanting to get between, I went out the door, down the stairs, wasting no time finding the front door, as I hurried out.
“My new boyfriend.”
I knew how overprotective mom could be.
She was going to scold me… that for sure. But I had to tell her that I was no longer a kid. A grown woman—in her final year. “Mom, Stanley’s my new boyfriend, okay? There’s no need to fret.” I took off my jeans and tossed it on the bed.
Making for the bathroom, she got in front of me. “Did something happen?”
I shrugged. “No.”
She said, “Well, that’s cool, cause you know…”
She laughed and got ahold of my cheeks. “Don’t worry, baby. I trust you.”
I bit my lower lip as she let go.
I was still scared, knowing Stanley had c-m in me. I hurried and got myself all clean, taking from my monthly allowance, as I rushed out to get myself the pill.
Arabel and Stanley started seeing each other more often. They spent most of the time together; half in school—and likewise going on dates. They made most of the time being together, making sure they never missed a day, until tragedy struck, and Arabel was forced to share the news.
“I’m pregnant,” she had planned not telling him yet, but found herself doing so.
She said again, “I’m pregnant,”
Stanley let go of her hand, remembering the many times they had had sex. “We-weeks—how many weeks?” he asked, shakily.
“A month,” Arabel replied. “I’d known about it for a while but didn’t want to say.”
Stanley’s jaw dropped. “A month?” he was shaken. “No, we can’t keep this baby,” he said in a serious tone. “We really can’t.”
Arabel was lost. “B-but why?” she could see the love in his eyes had disappeared. “Did you not think about this before…”
“We just can’t!” he didn’t let her finish. “Cause, Arabel, I’m betrothed.” he finally let out.
I’d thought he was cracking his usual jokes. Laughing stupidly and hitting his hand, I looked up at him, and said, “Oh, baby. You’re funny.”
He gave no smile.
“Oh, you’re serious?” I was feeling like I was going to faint, nauseous at the same time. Whoa—everything went blank.
I woke up to worried, familiar eyes, as I groaned, making to get up.
“Stay down, baby. I’ll call the doctor now.”
I realized it was mom.
Stanley must have brought me here—the realization of what had gone on struck me.
A doctor came in next, followed by my mom, then Sylvia, as I wondered what was wrong, seeing the expression on their faces.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Mom infiltrated the silence. “You have to remove it.”
I was lost for words. “No.” I found my voice, feeling the pain of having to abort my child. “No, mom. I won’t abort this child.”
“Do you see him here?” Mom looked under the bed as Sylvia made to my side. “Arabel, you really have to listen to your mother,”
“Don’t touch me!” I remembered the awful way she treated me, looking up at her. “Oh, now you want to talk to me? Because I’m all miserable and stuck with a child the father doesn’t even want!” I gritted.
“No, leave me.” I wished to be out of that place and not have anyone bother me.
Wanting to remove the drip, I felt bloated, feeling nauseous again; bursting into tears at the realization that I was really pregnant.