Whisky And Cartoons - Sex Stories

Whisky And Cartoons

... “That would be real smart. No, if I get pregnant, I’ll blame Danny.” I ease my head into her lap. “Thanks.” I am so glad I never told on Margie. Margie is staring at the cartoon, but she is not watching. “We can’t tell anyone about this, ever. I’d get in big trouble. I’d never be able to babysit you again. You understand?” I nod, trying to squeeze my arms in around her back and nuzzle into her stomach at the same time. “What are you doing? Geez, I’m not your mother.” Margie has never let me hug her before. She is so warm, I want to be inside her. As she exhales, I look up and say, “You’re not supposed to smoke if you’re pregnant.” She looks at me angry, turns away, and then snubs out the cigarette. Her arms fold and unfold, as if she doesn’t have a place for her hands anymore. She says, “You’re not supposed to come inside your babysitter, either,” then bursts out laughing. “It’s care… I say…it’s careless boy, and just plain rude.” The jiggling of her stomach bounces my head and makes me laugh, too. The laughing makes me less worried. She stops laughing all of sudden, remembering her anger and what I did to her. I say, “Margie, if you get pregnant, I’ll marry you.” “That is like, the dumbest thing anyone has ever said. Why on earth would you marry me?” “Because I love you.” “Fuck!” she yells, slapping her hand on the arm of the couch. “Now, do you see why sex is complicated?”