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Subject: {ASSM} Story:  My roomate knocked up my Girlfriend
Date: Tue,  1 Oct 2002 18:10:05 -0400
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How My Roommate Knocked Up My Girlfriend
by nonono69
(edited and rewritten by a special friend)


Like most people, I grew up believing that the trick to getting ahead in
life is to go to college and get an education.  Well, I got an
education, all right, but it wasn't in any classroom.  As it turned out,
I learned my biggest lesson right in my own damn apartment.

It was my senior year, and I had every intention of making my last year
of college a memorable one.  My best friend, Jim, and I had decided to
find ourselves an apartment off campus.  It wasn't fancy, but it was
home, and Jim and I were cruising right along and having the time of our
lives.

Girls came and girls went, but it wasn't until I met Cindy that my life
as a love-'em-and-leave-'em bachelor came to a screeching halt.  I'd met
Cindy at a party, and I just knew right then and there that she was the
girl for me.  Blonde hair, hazel-green eyes, a gorgeous face and body,
and a personality to match.  I mean, Cindy was the complete package.

Cindy and I just seemed to click, and we locked right in on each other.
Well, I locked in on her anyway.  She was a freshman and still adjusting
to college life and adjusting to being away from home for the very first
time.  As far as I was concerned, Cindy was just too pretty to leave out
there on the open market for very long.  Besides, it was my senior year
and I wasn't going to waste it sitting on the sidelines waiting for
Cindy to lock in on me the same way I was locked in on her.

So I really turned on the charm and made Cindy my number one priority.
Before long, Cindy and I were pretty much inseparable.  I was twenty-one
and perpetually horny, but when it came to sex with Cindy, I took it
kind of slow and easy.  She was still only eighteen when we first
started dating, and she was brought up a strict Catholic, so, as you can
imagine, she was pretty old fashioned when it came to sex.  I worked on
her, though, and little by little Cindy started to respond.  All in all,
though, Cindy was still really uptight about sex.  Hell, in the
beginning, the closest she'd come to letting me fuck her was a little
heavy petting -- and the few times I was able to finesse her into
jacking me off with her hand, but that was as far as she'd go.

I kept working on her, however, and eventually she gave in and started
letting me fuck her.  Cindy was always very careful about it, though,
and she'd only let me fuck her on certain days of the month.  I've never
been thrilled about using condoms anyway, but Cindy didn't believe in
using condoms at all.  Instead, she monitored her menstrual cycle and
only allowed me to fuck her on days she was "safe."

So, I fucked her during those periods of time when she wasn't ovulating,
and when she was ovulating she'd jack me off with her hand.  Cindy was
strictly against any type of oral sex whatsoever, so it took quite a
while for Cindy and me to finally cross that hurdle.

After a few months together, Cindy and I had settled into a very
comfortable and fulfilling relationship.  We were definitely in love,
and Cindy was spending more and more time hanging out with me at the
apartment.

Cindy was a little bit shy around Jim, at first.  But he had a
girlfriend, too, and sometimes the four of us doubled or just hung out
together at the apartment, and little by little Cindy lost some of her
shyness.  Linda, Jim's girlfriend, sometimes paraded through the
apartment in just her panties and bra, or in just a towel or maybe one
of Jim's sweatshirts.  Before long, Cindy was strutting around the
apartment in her underwear, too, and much less uptight and prudish than
she was when we had first started dating.  Everyone seemed to get along
with everyone, and we were just one big, happy family.  Well, at least
we were until Jim and Linda had a fight and broke up.

After the breakup, Jim dated another girl for a while, but it didn't
seem to be going anywhere.  One day, a couple of weeks or so after he
and Linda broke up, Jim, Cindy and I were hanging out at the apartment
and drinking some beer.  Cindy preferred wine, because beer always
seemed to make her sleepy, but, anyway, she was drinking beer with us
that day.

I remember it like it was yesterday.  Cindy and I were on the sofa and
Jim was stretched out in his trusty beanbag chair.  We were watching a
"Star Trek" rerun and lampooning the show.  You know, shouting things
like, "Phasers on stun, Spock."  I mean, there's nothing like a few
beers and a "Star Trek" rerun to throw a couple of immature college guys
into high gear.

Anyway, by the time "Star Trek" was over, Cindy had nodded off, and,
while Jim was surfing the channels for something else to watch on the
tube, I decided I'd straighten up in the kitchen.  A few minutes later I
came back into the living room and caught Jim staring at Cindy.

At the time, I didn't make the connection, thinking Jim had been trying
to ask Cindy what she wanted to watch on TV.  But I later realized that
Jim had been looking up Cindy's short denim skirt as she dozed on the
sofa.

"Forget it, buddy," I grinned, naively assuming that Jim was trying to
check with Cindy about which TV program she wanted to watch.  "Just flip
to any show you want to see.  Cindy's out like a light."

Well, my comment about Cindy being out like a light must've given my
roommate some ideas because a short time later I grabbed up our empty
beer cans and headed for the john, dropping the empties in the trash on
my way.

I couldn't have been gone for more than two or three minutes, and as I
came back down the hall to the living room I stopped short and stared in
disbelief.  The room was dark, except for the flicker from the TV
screen, but it was light enough to see that Jim was kneeling in front of
Cindy with his back to me.  It was obvious that she was still passed out
cold.  Jim had her legs apart, her skirt was pushed up to her crotch and
he had his hands on (or in) her panties.  I mean, even in the dim light
I could see her white panties, but Jim was blocking my line of sight
enough that I couldn't quite make out what he was doing to Cindy's
crotch with his hands.

As unbelievable as it might sound, I didn't quite know what to say or
do, but I just knew I had to do something -- and quickly!  I sneaked
back down the hall and then called out to Jim, asking him if he wanted
anything from the kitchen.  Jim didn't answer me, so I stalled for a few
more seconds and then started toward the living room.  By the time I got
there, Jim was back in his chair, and Cindy's skirt was back in place.

I asked Jim why he hadn't answered me and he said he didn't hear me
call, that he must've been dozing off.  Well, I was furious, and I
wanted to call his bluff and tell him straight to his face that I was
onto his little scam...but I didn't.  Instead, I sat back down on the
sofa, next to Cindy, and stared blankly at the TV screen and trying to
come to grips with myself about what had just occurred.

It took me a while to sort it all out, but little by little I went from
feeling angry to feeling curious and even a little turned on by what I'd
seen.  After all, Cindy was a very attractive girl, and the more I
thought about it the more I came to the conclusion that, if I was Jim
and I found myself in the same situation, I'd have probably done just
what he did.

The more I turned the incident over and over in my mind, the hornier I
became.  Then I did something really stupid.  While Jim was in the
bathroom I adjusted the blinds just enough to ensure I could peek into
the living room from outside.  Then I went into the kitchen and hid the
few cans of beer we still had on hand.  When Jim returned I shrugged and
told my roommate that I was still thirsty and was going out for more
beer.

"See ya in a quick fifteen or so, buddy," I called as I headed for the
door.

My plan was perfect -- or so I thought when I concocted it.  I drove
around the block, parked and jogged back to the apartment, circling
around to my vantage point, peering through the living room window.

Apparently my roommate hadn't wasted any time.  By the time I'd taken up
my position at the window, I could see that he had shifted her hips
forward on sofa and had already removed her panties.  Through the
flickering light of the TV I could see her panties on the floor by her
feet.  Jim was kneeling between her thighs and he appeared to be working
his tongue up and down her groove.  Hell, each time I'd tried to go down
on her, Cindy had stopped me -- and now my damn roommate was beating me
to the punch.

I saw him work his finger into her cunt and then go to work on her with
his tongue again.  He repeated this twice more, and that's when I
realized he was trying to get her wet enough with his spit to get his
cock into her.

This might sound stupid, but it still hadn't dawned on me he'd take his
little scam all the way.  I was absolutely dumbstruck.  On the one hand,
I wanted to scramble back around to the front door and make enough noise
to let my roommate know the party was over, but, on the other hand, I
kept expecting that he'd gone as far as was going to go and that he'd
stop any second.

Well, while I was just standing there like a damn fool, waiting for him
to stop, he was busy stripping off his jeans and shifting into position
to guide his cock into my girlfriend's cunt.  My mind was racing, trying
to decide if I had time to make it back to my car and then back to the
apartment before Jim could get his cock into Cindy.

Once again I convinced myself that Jim would stop any second.  Maybe he
just wanted to see what it felt like to pump his cock into Cindy's cunt
a couple of times, I rationalized.  Just a few strokes, maybe.  In any
case, Jim was being very gentle, slow and easy as he fucked her, hoping,
I'm sure, that she'd just sleep right through the whole thing.

Jim was well aware that Cindy was a notoriously heavy sleeper anyway,
and alcohol (especially beer) just seemed to make her even sleepier.  He
humped her a few times with those slow, gentle strokes and then stopped.
I thought he was going to pull out, but, instead, he grasped her hips
and starting humping her again, and then he stopped again.  Finally, he
started humping her again, but this time the strokes were shorter and
quicker.  I waited for him to stop humping her, but he didn't this time.
Moments later, I saw him tense, throw his head back, and I knew he was
shooting his load into my girlfriend's unprotected, fertile womb.

I gazed at the spectacle before me, transfixed and suddenly feeling sick
to my stomach.  My roommate had just fucked my girlfriend and shot his
sperm into her womb at the time of the month when Cindy was ovulating.
And the worst part of it was that I'm the one who set the whole thing up
in the first place, and then I just stood right there at the window and
watched him do it.  I could've done something...should've done
something.  But I'd done nothing but stand there and watch it happen.

Meanwhile, he pumped her a few more times, then withdrew.  After a
moment or two he reached between her legs and felt inside her cunt.  He
paused, looked around, and then plucked his underwear off the floor and
used them to wipe Cindy's cunt.   Jim stood up, checked his watch and
then quickly pulled on his jeans. Almost as an afterthought, he wiped
Cindy's cunt once again with his underwear and then hid them under the
sofa cushion.

I watched as Jim put Cindy's panties back on her, and then I backed away
from the window and ran for my car.  I drove straight back to the house,
trying to collect my thoughts and regain my composure.

"Hey, buddy boy, where's the beer?" he chirped.

"Oh, uh...I-I left my wallet on the dresser," I muttered.

"Well, never mind," he shrugged.  "Pull up a seat.  Boris Karloff's on,
man."

As I sat there watching the movie, I looked over at poor Cindy.  Cindy
was fucked.  And...so was I.  She was my girlfriend and I loved her.
But now, thanks to me, there was another man's sperm flooding her
fertile womb.  She was a devout Catholic, so abortion certainly was not
an option.

My only hope was that Jim hadn't knocked her up.  Later that same night,
after I'd put Cindy to bed, I undressed her and noticed a small telltale
wet spot on her panties, and I noticed that her pussy was slick with his
spunk.  I felt a twinge of panic and then that queasy feeling again in
the pit of my stomach.

The next few weeks were pure hell, but even worse than the waiting was
when she broke down and told me she had missed her period.  She was
ashamed and humiliated, and, needless to say, things went downhill in a
hurry after that.

However, our relationship held together and weathered the storm.  I
loved her, and I was sure as hell responsible for her being pregnant --
even if indirectly -- so, I had very little alternative except, of
course, to marry her.

Cindy looked absolutely stunning in her white lace wedding gown, and,
unless someone happened to be among the select few who were privvy to
the fact that Cindy was pregnant, they'd have never suspected that my
beautiful bride-to-be was, in fact, with child.

And, believe it or not, the friendship between Jim and me endured the
ordeal.  In fact, Jim was the best man at my wedding.  To be honest, I
don't think he deliberately tried to knock Cindy up.  At least that's
what I'd like to believe.

In any case, Cindy and I couldn't have ever hoped to have a more
gorgeous and adorable little baby girl than the one Jim planted in
Cindy's womb that fateful night.  In Cindy's eyes, I'm a hero and she
thinks I'm wonderful for having given her the most beautiful baby in the
world.  And Jim...well, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and
not take any bows for having fathered our baby.

Hey, maybe Jim doesn't even know for sure that he's the one who knocked
Cindy up.  But, in any case, the dude sure wasn't foolish enough to risk
rape charges and a paternity suit by saying anything to anyone about it.
So, in the end, Jim got the honor of knocking Cindy up, and I got
Cindy's undying love and the credit for fathering her a beautiful baby
girl...

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