The Shoplifter Chapter Three - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Three

ACTION At home, I found my parents in the family room lost in a TV program. I said hello but little more. I watched enough TV to appear social and then said goodnight and went up to my room. I cleaned up quickly, got into my robe, retrieved Bobby’s note from my handbag and cuddled into bed. Caroline Be at 2247 West Branch Street Wed night at seven Do not be late There are no alternative dates I sat contemplating what little information was on the note. In one way is said so little, but in another it said a lot. Undoubtedly I was getting an exam from the Doctor. “No alternative dates” said that loud and clear. Arrangements had been made—it was a plan, and it was a comfort for sure. I was elated. My world seemed on the right track for the first time since my shoplifting. My sex felt fine, but I was still aware of the sensitivity, the strange new yearning. A touch told me my vulva lips were moist, but not nearly as tender as six weeks ago. The two of them had taken me, but both seemed almost gentle. Maybe I was just adjusting to it all. I fell asleep as I counted the days since I had shoplifted. It had been fourteen days before graduation and now it was sixty two days later. Where do you start counting from? It had been more than three months since Mallmart but who knows how long since my last period. Well this doctor could handle it, I was sure. I got the first good night’s sleep since this all started. The next twenty hours went so slowly. My mind was continuously occupied ...

... with the events ahead. Everything was a conflict for me. I was so relieved and anxious to get this over, but an image of this baby growing inside me would startle me. Confusion reigned. Ending this was so morally wrong, but having a black baby at eighteen would be a nightmare of highest order. On one hand, doctors scared me, but on the other hand, solving this problem and the relief it would provide kept me pumped up. To top it all off—ending this pregnancy created strong erotic conflict. I would be so relieved to no longer be pregnant, but on the other hand, I had to admit I had found being pregnant could be such a turn on and such a departure from my previous mundane boring life. Massive confusion, but I tried to keep my thoughts on a return to normalcy and getting ready for college. My appointment for the next evening was going to take some arranging. I had no idea how long the whole thing would take. Dad was out of town all week so he was no problem. Mother had a card party so it seemed sensible when I suggested to her that I would spend the night with Sybil. Mother thought it was a good idea. I explained we would go out to eat and see a couple movies. I called Sybil to secure my alibi. She was fully supportive. She thought I was setting up my first overnighter with Kyle. That thought was such a turn on for her so I just let it ride. Besides, I could not come up with a better explanation. At six the next evening I backed the Mustang out and headed toward 2247 West Branch. I ...