Big Men of the House(39)

His hips crashed against mine as he thrust in and out. The pleasure was great but it was better when I reached down and rubbed my clit. A jolt of ecstasy ran through me and it felt heavenly. Our bodies rocked back and forth, our breathing quickening.



Without any warning, Connor climaxed before I was even close to finishing. I could feel his warm seed shooting deep inside me. I put my hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming as he unloaded into my tight pussy. The last thing I wanted was for my parents to catch us in the act.



Connor pulled out and collapsed next to me. Cum flowed out of my pussy like a raging river. The thought of getting pregnant passed through my mind for only a second. The only girls that got pregnant were those stupid sixteen-year olds on the reality shows. Those girls were sluts.



I was in love.



Connor held me in his arms for a few moments but it couldn't last. “You need to leave soon,” I told him. “Can't chance my parents finding us.”



“Okay,” he said, reluctantly getting up from the bed and gazing at my body one last time before covering me with the sheets. He dressed quickly while I watched him. I wrapped the comforter around my body and got up. Connor lifted the window and stuck his leg out. It was a ten-foot drop that could easily go wrong.



“Be safe,” I said, kissing his all-too-perfect lips. “And call me later.”



Sure,” he said and climbed down the tree effortlessly. I watched him run down the street and into the darkness.



That was the first and last time Connor and I ever made love.







Next day at school was terrible.



Everyone stared at me and giggled as I walked down the hallways. I had no idea what was going on. I went to my locker and got out my books like I did everyday. I looked around to see kids just standing and staring at me. The whispers were deafening.



My friend, Mary, came storming through the crowds of people. “Where have you been, Madelyn?” she asked, snatching my arm and pulling me into the bathroom.



“What the fuck is going on?”



Mary checked under the the stalls before replying, “Connor has been spreading rumors about you.”



Disbelief flooded my system. Connor wouldn't do something like that. I loved him.



“What is he saying?” I asked hesitantly. I looked in her eyes and could tell that she didn't want to tell me. “Come on, Mary, it's going to come out sooner or later.”



“Okay okay,” she said, taking in a deep breath. “Connor is saying that he went over to your place last night to have sex.”



“Thats true,” I interrupted. Why were people so shocked that we had sex, I thought to myself.



“He's been telling people that when he undressed you...that you...you have penis instead of a vagina.” Mary stopped and waited for a reaction.



“What!? But that's ridiculous. Why would anyone believe that?” More importantly why would Connor say something like that.



“Doesn't matter if it's true or not. People think it's funny and the rumor is spreading around school like wildfire.”



Mary hugged me and left me to cry alone in the bathroom stall. Why was this happening to me?



Connor and I didn't speak again and I did my best to avoid him at all costs. After a few days, the whispers and the laughter died down. It was hard to deal with but I got over it.







I checked the calendar and realized that my period never came. I decided not to freak out about it but then another couple days passed and still nothing. I picked up my pill container and realized that I messed up the days.



“Fuck me,” I said aloud.



I calmly bought a pregnancy test and took it home. I kept telling myself over and over again not to go crazy. I peed on the little stick and waited in the bathroom for what was the longest couple of minutes of my life.



When the little blue plus sign appeared, my whole world crashed down on me. The blood drained from my body and I was frozen in shock. I curled up into the fetal position next to the toilet and cried my eyes out. I had the worst luck in the world.



I spent the next day trying to figure out what to do. Should I tell Connor? Should I tell my parents? Should I get an abortion? My brain was swimming with tough decisions and all I wanted to do was stay in my room and never leave.



I came up with the idea to do nothing. I would never tell that asshole Connor and I would wait to tell my parents. I wasn't ready to make the big abortion decision yet.









My mom was the first to notice. When my belly began to swell, I started wearing bulky sweaters and large t-shirts. But a girl can never hide from her mother.



“Madelyn is there something you need to tell me,” she said, looking me deep in the eyes. I knew that it was over. I had to confess my sins.