Part of the Pregnant On Purpose Series
Written from the female POV
“But Alison, don’t you ever feel like giving into the heat of the moment? Feeling the friction of his bare skin against yours? Just saying to yourself, ‘Fuck it, I don’t care what happens, I just want to have sex with this guy?’”
He asked me, looking me straight in the eye with just the hint of a twinkle around the corner of his firm upturned mouth, so that I would know that he was kind-of, sort-of joking around with me, but not totally.
So I decide to play along with him, to see how far he is willing to push the envelope.
“Jason, are you serious!? Whenever I have sex I wear a diaphragm and make sure the guy has two condoms on, plus I’m always on the pill,” I smiled back at him, wrinkling my forehead and looking at him with my big innocent baby blue eyes wide open in mock shock.
I wanted him to know that I was kind-of, sort-of joking back with him, although to be honest, and just between you and me, some of the stuff I told him was absolutely true, the stuff about the diaphragm and condoms and the pill that is, although not all of them at the same time.
I also knew right then and there that I was going to let him bareback me, to see if this guy really had what it takes to seed me, to get me knocked up and pregnant, to satisfy my curiosity if nothing else, consequences be damned.
Ever since I had known Jason I’d been intentionally sending him mixed signals, so that by now he knew that I was the kind of girl that he would have to take things nice and slow with and that he was going to have to play all of his cards right if he really wanted to get into my pants, and he understood that there would not be a second chance if he fucked things up.
When he made the remark about ‘bare skin on skin’ I purposely made my pale face flush a hot crimson pink, a trick that Bonnie, one of my girl friends, had taught me to do a few years ago, to make him think that he had actually planted the seed – no pun intended – and that he was off to a good start with me.
I discretely glanced down at his tennis shorts, at his crotch, and saw that my toying with him had the ‘hardening’ effect that I wanted.