Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... roaming hands part and we had sex. For me, it was the first time. I don't think I could say the same for him. I was very much ashamed of myself for letting every moment of that night happen the way it did. It was like we had transported ourselves back to the 1950's. He had me in his car, without a condom and paid no attention to my needs at all. I told him not to finish inside me, but he did anyway. I yelled at him for doing that, but he told me it was next to impossible for me to get pregnant the first time I had sex with someone.

There I was, though, two months later crying in the bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test.

I practically gave up on all my dreams at that moment. I called Jerry later that night told him I wanted to see him. He happily agreed. As it turned out, he was hoping I had gotten over what he did. We left home after he picked me up in his car and I intended to tell him about him being a father and letting him have me again. I figured there was no harm anymore since the damage had already been done. I was being naïve yet again.

As soon as I pulled the test out, he turned cold. He didn't touch me at all the rest of the evening and hurried everything we did. I recognized his intention to abandon me right away, but I thought I could lure him in if I offered sex. I leaned against the door and opened my shirt, exposing my breasts to him. He looked at me briefly and when he didn't act, I raised my skirt to show him I wasn't wearing panties. ...

... Instead of pulling me into the backseat of the car as I grew to genuinely desire in that moment, he started the car and drove me home. I was humiliated.

He dropped me off at home and never called or came by to see me again. When I tried calling him, it seemed his entire household was screening his calls. Mom said I should just give up trying to make him be involved. I knew I disappointed her as well as myself. I felt like I was falling into the rut of teenage pregnancy that plagued the suburbs I lived in. I felt like the grasp I had on my future had all but slipped away.

I would have called that a lesson learned and dealt with life as it were, but I'm not as smart as I once thought. After Clint was born, I met a man. Long story short, I found myself crying in the bathroom of my single-wide trailer nearly a year after I first had sex with him. I hoped maybe that he was better than Jerry, but I had no such luck. He ran away just as fast, and I was left delivering a baby girl seven months later.

I was in my early twenties, only high school educated with two children, struggling to make rent every month and no husband. I learned a lot in school. I just never learned about the real world. I found out Jerry ended up in college and my daughter's father moved overseas. In four short years I went from a plan for a brilliant life to practically being the stereotypical, moo-moo wearing trailer trash mother of two bastards. I never gave up hope completely, though.

I never sunk to ...