A Baby for Elise - Sex Stories

A Baby for Elise

It has been almost exactly twenty years since my story began, and I hardly know how to tell it. It is not a source of pride for me. It is more a source of shame, something I cannot tell my friends and f****y about. Yet, these are probably the most exciting events of my life, and they will mean the end of my marriage because I will not be able to keep them secret much longer. I regret what I did those months ago and I have thought of little else since then. Maybe that is why I feel compelled to write my story down and tell it to some strangers who share my mysterious obsession. I suppose it is ironic that I learned of this website and others like it from my s****r, when they may have ruined her marriage. My b*****r-in-law was lax about cleaning his browser history and my s****r decided to snoop while he was at work and she found several links to sites with pictures and stories about interracial sex. Now, she and her husband are separated and I am writing my story to post on those same sites. In 1986, I was a junior in a rural high school. I was lucky enough to be shapely and pretty and popular and to have my choice of boys. This was in the fall, at the beginning of the school year and it was my second year on the pompon squad. I had just started dating Don, a running back on the football team who was a senior. I had kissed a couple of boys and let one play with my breasts, but I was still a virgin, which was common for a sixteen-year-old girl in those days. Don was a real ...

... cutie, though, and we had had eyes for each other for a couple of years before we got together. Like all young girls, I was feeling my sexuality but I did not want the wrong boy to be my first. I thought Don might be the one, if he was willing to take things slowly. Our school was small. There were only about 300 students and there was only one black f****y in the district. They lived in the same small town as my and Don's families. James, the oldest boy, was a year ahead of me, in Don's class and his s****r was a year behind me. James was a starting linebacker and running back on the football team, alongside Don. I always felt a little sorry for James because there weren't any black girls for him to date and no self-respecting white girl in my town would date him. He was nice enough, but he often seemed a little aloof and I think he resented us for the isolation he must have felt. Even though none of us dated him, he was the subject of some whispered conversation among the girls. We wondered if the stories about black men's penises were true, of course, and he was the only black man around to speculate about. Homecoming was coming up and Don was my date. We had been together long enough that Don had played with my ass and sucked by breasts a few times, but even though it was painfully obvious that he was hard when we made out, I had not touched his penis or let him finger me. It seemed time to take the next step and homecoming day seemed like the perfect time. If things went ...