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Subject: {ASSM} Keeping My Girlfriend (impreg,nc)
Date: Mon,  8 Apr 2002 09:10:06 -0400
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This is my first time posting a story, so please be gentle in your
replies.
       Elements of this story are true; elements are fictional. I
hope, at some point, to make the whole thing come true. I'd love to
hear suggestions for follow up stories.
       Copywrite: Standard, repost as you wish, don't make money on
it, leave my email address attatched as author.
cumnmepls@yahoo.com

Keepher


	Keeper

	I'd been dating Amanda for three years - time for a ring and a date
Dr. Laura would say. And the will was there, just not the cash. Plus,
after three years she was transfered to Colorado, about 18 hours from
the Ohio college town where we'd met.
	She's 25, I'm 22. I still have another year to go before graduation. 
We hated it but there was nothing we could do about it. She wasn't
making much now, but a few more years with the company and she would
be set. She's a design artist, really talented. Unfortunately it's a
rough industry; three or four applicants for every opening. Like I
said, she's really talented, but it's a hard career to get into, even
for the best. It's rewarding though, for the lucky ones that get the
break. Anyway, we knew she couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.
	I still had another year to go. I want to get into teaching, high
school English or history. Not exactly a pot of gold, but also very
rewarding. There's also a high demand, so we knew I would be able to
find something in Colorado after I graduate and could work while I
continue with graduate school part-time.
	Neither of us had much cash, so we had to rely on emails and the
phone. We also planned to meet up when we could, either half way or in
Colorado (she didn't get much time off and couldn't travel) but that
was expensive.
	I never knew exactly how long a year could be. I learned.
	It's hard to go from seeing someone every day to the cold monotone of
email and chats. Plus, all you hear about is how long distance
relationships never work. One person gets lonely...then they get
angry...then you spend all the time you're together in person arguing.
I was scared.
	
	I'm not sure how it started; for all I know it could have been some
Jerry Springer show with teen moms saying they had babies so the
daddies couldn't leave them. Maybe it was something in the back of my
mind all along, but soon I was getting desperate and scared.
	Sex was always hot between us. It wasn't everything in our
relationship, but it was great. She was better than anything I'd
experienced before. We fit, really well, and she loved trying new
things. For the first time in my life, sex got better as time went on;
we kept learning new things about each other.
	The one thing that really frustrated me was that she always made me
wear a condom. I hated it. I had never been inside a girl without one.
I was always terrified of getting some girl pregnant and ruining my
life. Now that I was with someone for the long haul, I wanted to try
things "au natural" for a change. It wasn't that I wanted her to get
pregnant, I just felt we had reached a point in our relationship that
we could both feel safe. We were clean, devoted. But she was deathly
afraid of pregnancy.
	I knew she wanted kids, and I knew she enjoyed talking about having
children, and I knew she wanted to have mine; sometimes it would come
up during sex and I swear she came faster and harder every time I had
her knees on her chest chanting words like 'breeder' and 'baby maker'.
I don't know if it was the job or if she was worried about how here
parents would react, but she was just very worried and we had to be
very careful.
	About a year and a half into the relationship, I convinced her to go
on the pill. She was a little embarrassed but agreed it would be a
good back up to the condoms. Of course, I didn't plan on using condoms
after she started...
	She took the pill for four months. It made her really sick.
Apparently that's just how it works on some girls. It also stopped her
period completely which scared the hell out of her. I suggested we
could try some other kind, like the injection kind, that uses a
different active ingredient, but she wasn't willing to try it.
	I begged and I pleaded to go bare before the drug's effects wore off;
I figured if it had stopped her menstration completely that atleast
she couldn't get pregnant but she wouldn't go for it.
	I guess it was a little selfish of me, considering how important it
was to her to avoid any 'surprises' but after four months apart I was
getting worried and desperate. I started doing a little research and
putting together a plan.
	My birthday is in March, and all I asked for this last one was cash
so I could afford a flight to Boulder. My family knew how keen I was
on her and I got it.
	Amanda and I decided I would come to Colorado over spring break. I
had five days off work, so we figured that by taking a late flight on
the last day, we could fit in a pretty good visit. She had to work
Saturday but was taking a Monday and Tuesday off, giving us an
uninterupted three-day-weekend.
	I gathered a few supplies (not many clothes, though) and caught a
flight late Friday night. It's increadible how short a flight is
compared to an 18 hour drive. I arrived a couple hours later. She
picked me up and we drove another hour to her apartment in Durango. I
was pretty wrecked and after a few slow romantic kisses I crashed and
slept until 2 in the afternoon. She was away at work. This was fine
with me because it gave me time to prepare.
	I walked a few blocks to a strip mall to pick up a few things to make
dinner with, and, of course, a bottle of our special Moet & Chandon
champange. I was a busy little beaver when I got back, setting up a
cliched romantic dinner for two - right down to the detail of two
chocolate mints on the pillows.
	She got in around seven, tired but caught up with work. I think she
suspected I would do something special, but was surprised anyway. I
really outdid myself with the cooking (and cleaned up the huge mess I
made).
	I acted chivalrous, led her to the couch and took off her shoes and
socks, poured a glass of red wine. I don't know how tired her feet
could get sitting on her ass at a drafting table but they responded to
the royal treatment as planned. After a little light relaxation, I lit
the candles and began to serve dinner.
	After the meal, but before dessert, I excused myself to the kitched
for a few moments. I popped open the champagne and poured it into two
plastic (high class, eh?) champagne flutes. I added a little something
special to hers, two valiums.
	From my research, I knew the dose would help the alchohol work in her
system but wouldn't know her out completely. Plus, the bitter
champagne would help cover up the taste of the medicine. We enjoyed
the champagne and a really great chocolate dessert of some sort (I
picked it out of a catelog at the store). We retired to her bedroom.
	Before I opened the door, I told her she had to humor me, I had a
little surprise. I put a blindfold over her eyes and led her in.
	I undressed her, slowly. I love looking at her body and seeing her
reminded me of what had made her absense so painful. I love her
curves, her breasts...and I got a surprise when I saw that she had
shaved herself...just like I love it. It's wonderful to go down on her
without worrying about hair in your teeth.
	I laid her down on the bed and went over her very slowly, first with
my tounge and then my hands. I opened a bottle of massage oil that I
had bought before I came and started rubbing it in to her.
	It was clear that the sedative and alcohol were taking effect.
Normally, she tenses up everytime I use lotion on her until I show her
the bottle's label saying that it is water based, not petroleum, and
safe for use with latex condoms. This time she didn't - and of course
the massage oil was just that - oil based. I had a back up bottle in
case she asked to see it, but didn't need it.
	After a slow rub down. I helped he too her feet again and reminded
her to keep the blindfold on. I guided first one leg, then the next
into a pile of soft silky material and pulled it up. It was this
increadable white silk slip, cut very low with almost invisible white
straps. Next I moved her legs once again, but I think by the time I
had the next part half way up her body, she had figured out what I was
doing; a little chill ran down her spine.
 	But she was good, and didn't fight or struggle. I finished zipping
the last part, turned her toward the mirror, and took off the blind
fold.
	Amanda stood there wrapped in silk, lace and sequins looking
absolutely virginal in a wedding dress. I admit it wasn't much, I had
bought it from an ad in the paper (and recieved some strange looks)
but it fit remarkably well. I knew it wasn't nearly as beutiful as the
one she would someday wear, but she was glowing. Without moving her
head, she let me take her hand, then slip a very simple, thin, gold
band onto her right finger. I had bought her a starter wedding band
for less than $20 at a pawn shop, but it put a million dollar smile on
her face.
	I admit I got a little rough at this point. I knew the effect the
dress would have on her, I had no idea seeing it would hit me so hard.
I pushed her back onto the bed and began pushing the flowing dress up.
She didn't object; she was increadibly moist. I wasn't wasting my time
with my tounge though.
	I made a great show of rolling the condom down the shaft of my cock
and and then moved between her legs. After I had placed just the tip
inside her, I reached up to the headboard and turned a wind up key.
	As I slowly moved into the woman who was and would be my wife, a
little beat up music box started playing, slightly off key, "Here
comes the bride".
	I had intentionally not cum for four days...four days of hell and
frustration because I knew this might be my only chance. I was afraid
I wouldn't last very long, afraid our first time together again would
disappoint her but I think her orgasm started the moment she opened
her eyes...it didn't matter though, I had waited too long...with too
much build up to hold off. I was in her as deeply as possible, her
legs up in the air in a position she sometimes joked was like my cock
was picking the egg to fertilize when I heard a snap...the sound of
one latex based condom exposed to an oil based massage oil and
disentigrating...and I came, in her for the first time.

Keeper II
	I stayed inside Amanda until my cock went completely soft, slipping
out of her along with a little stream of cum. I have to admit that
right I that moment I started to have doubts. Did I really want her
pregnant? Did I really think a baby would keep her with me if I had
impregnated her, basicly, by raping her?
	But that didn't affect how exciting it was. I rummaged in my bag to
get out the Polaroid camera I had swiped from my parents house. It was
a really beutiful sight, the way she was layed out. Being apart was
stressful. The times we managed to get together it seemed we went back
and forth between exquisite pleasure in being together and constantly
sniping at each other. But here, she looked so peaceful. I took her
glasses off and put them on the head board.
	I took one picture of her face. Then another of her whole body. I'm
doubly fortunate with Amanda. She has both the most beutiful, and
tightest, pussy I've ever experienced. Between her legs, her lips were
closed with just a little pearl of my cum showing. I took a picture of
that too.
	I took my finger and wiped the droplet up. On a whim, I put it on my
tounge.
	Now, I don't think I'm a pervert, and I don't think there is a single
guy out there who has never tasted his own cum. And I know how much I
like how she tastes. This was something different, though. This was
the taste of both of us, together.
	I reached down again and put my finger inside her, then put a few
drops on her lips; unconciously her mouth opened just a little. If
there was one hang up that drove me nuts, it was her aversion to my
cum. Until I met her, I had been with anyone who could bring me off.
She could do it with either her hand or her mouth. It was a whole new
experience to be able just to lean back and let someone else give me
an orgasm.
	But she wouldn't take it in her mouth. The few times she had, she
made me feel guilty by grimacing as she swallowed [ok, that's not
entirely true. When a guy is mid-orgasm, it's not humanly possible for
him to think on any level so complex as guilt. It actually made it a
little better because I knew she was doing it strickly for my
pleasure]. Anyway, it wasn't much of a problem. She liked me cumming
on her, especially feeling my hot cum hit her face. A couple of times
I licked it off her face and kissed her. I think she liked that - it
drove me wild.
	I smoothed the dress and pulled it back down. I had gotten a little
rough, but was glad to see I hadn't really damaged the dress. It
wasn't really expensive, but I was hoping to get some more use out of
it. I took two more pictures, then hid the photos and camera in my
bag. I wasn't sure how she would react if she knew I had taken them.
We had videoed ourselves making love once when we first started
dating, but right afterward I erased the tape. Another time I had
filmed us without her knowledge but the quality wasn't great. I had
set the camera on her computer desk in the bedroom and covered it
enough so she wouldn't see any light indicating it was on.
Unfortunately the angle showed more of me than her for the most part,
but at one point I had a great view of her breasts bouncing while she
was on top. I watched it a couple times but was really afraid she
would uncover it (or worse, change tapes in the camcorder and have it
pop up sometime watching old tapes with her family -or god forbid our
children). I realized later that I should have copied it onto a normal
VHS tape.
	Anyway, the pics were for my own 'private' use so I didn't think she
would mind too much. I curled up next to her and went to sleep.

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