Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... but it was the best one that hadn’t already rejected me. I loved the thought of moving out to Los Angeles, getting away from the cold here, and just having a grand adventure. I was all excited that I went to tell Faith, before anybody else. She started crying. “What, you’re just going to leave me here? That was what you wanted all along, wasn’t it? Knock me up and then go off to college so you wouldn’t have to deal with it. I can’t believe, after everything I did for you, you’d do that to me.” Then she got angry, threatened to tell our parents who the real father was if I left. If it wasn’t for Faith, I probably would have left, got to college somewhere far away. When she wasn’t actually visibly pregnant with my baby, leaving her to take care of it was exactly what I wanted to do. But I realized I couldn’t. Not just because of fears she might tell, but I did genuinely feel bad about what I planned, what I wanted, when confronted with it directly. She later came back, mood shifted again, telling me she didn’t want to hold me back, that UCLA was a great opportunity for me, that I could even sell her for sex over the summers to help earn tuition money, but I told her no. “I was just excited about it because I didn’t think I’d get in at all,” I told her. “I’ve already told them I’m not coming.” I didn’t, but I did shortly thereafter. I promised her I’d only go to local schools, though joked that I still might whore her out for tuition money. She seemed to like that though. I ...

... later told my parents that I only got accepted to local colleges. I ended up accepting an offer to one in my city, only a half-hour drive away. It wasn’t one of the most prestigious schools in the country, but it wasn’t bad, and at least I’d be close to Faith and my son. Yes, son. Once the parents found out, trips to the doctors were scheduled, and an ultrasound soon confirmed Faith was having a little boy. Mom went with her to the procedure, but she came into my room to show me the picture as soon as she got back. It looked pretty much like a blob to me, but the doctors hadn’t noticed any deformities, which was something of a relief. As the school year wound down, I was pretty excited. I was going to be a father, I was going to college next year, and I was going to win the bet and have another little sex slave for the summer. The only thing I had left to worry about was whether Lara would try to back out of her part of the deal, and how Faith might react when she learned about it. Lara knew she was going to lose the bet, of course. Officially, she didn’t concede until summer started, but once Faith’s pregnancy, and the fact that she was going to keep the baby, became f****y gossip, Lara had to know she lost. Whenever I talked to her about it, she’d tried hedging, suggesting that she could still win if Faith happened to change her mind, or had a surprise miscarriage. I corrected her on the last point, if Faith had a miscarriage, under the terms of the bet all I had to do was show ...