Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... I saw her, all my reservations were gone. It was Bree, who I loved.

Bree seemed insecure and asked me, "Ty, will you tell me honestly how you feel about me?"

I took a deep breath, "Bree, I love you. I can't help it. During our first night together, I fell in love with you, and I was too afraid to admit it to myself, you know, with me and Marta."

Bree looked at me, "Ty, I have the same feeling. I have fought it, but I can't deny it. I am in love with you."

She sipped her coffee, almost crying now, "Ty, there is more. I missed my last period."

I immediately understood what she meant. She was pregnant, and I was the one who got her pregnant.

I skipped questions like, "You're sure, how could that happen, and are you sure it's mine," but went for the thousand-dollar question, "Bree, it's your body. What would you like to happen? What do you want?"

"Ty, I want to keep it and make us a go for it and to become your wife. I want you to be the father of our children, and I want to grow old with you. I want to make us happy. That's what I want, Ty."

She had tears in her eyes and was looking at me with a desperate look in her eyes.

I went over to her and took her in my arms, "Bree, I want that too."

Then I went down on my knees, "Bree, do you want to marry me?"

I'm the first to admit that this was not the most romantic proposal ever, but I knew Bree needed clarity on where we stood and how we would proceed.

Sniffing, she threw her arms around me, ...

... "Yes!"

Nobody in the lunchroom had noticed my proposal. We were just two incredibly happy people.

***

Later that evening, we went by Marta to tell her our news first, face to face.

Marta opened the door, saw us, and understood why we visited her, "So, I got it right. You two did hookup."

Bree answered, "Marta, there is more," and told her about the pregnancy and our plan to make it work.

I could see Marta fighting her emotions. Not only had she lost her boyfriend to her best friend, but her best friend was now also expecting a baby from her previous boyfriend.

Bree stepped forward to Marta and hugged her. Both girls started to cry, and I felt like an outsider until they pulled me into their hug.

That evening, we celebrated our friendship and love. We had to promise Marta to take care of each other and take responsibility for the baby. We celebrated with soda drinks for the girls and beer for me. Bree and I realized we had to keep Marta close. We owed it to her.

Next, we told our parents, and they were surprised, shocked, and supportive.

Our parents were surprised because they had never heard of either Bree or me, shocked that Bree was already pregnant, and supportive of our plans to make a go of it.

They helped us, with me moving in with Bree and making one room ready as a nursery.

***

Bree was way more experienced with sex than I was. Once, when I asked her about it, she giggled and teased, "Not gonna tell you. But you won't become a sex ...