During the nine months my math teacher was pregnant with our baby, she occasionally sent me secret messages, encoded on whatsapp. She showed me her baby bump, the sonograms, revealing looks at her cleavage as her breasts began to swell. She told me how happy her husband was to finally have started a family. When the baby came I just tried to focus on school and football. Freshmen year flew by. With all the football practices I barely had time for dating. After the season finished, late in the spring semester, I briefly dated a couple of the cheerleaders, including one super cute senior, a mixed girl from New Orleans with unbelievable abs and even more unbelievable tits that she loved to show off in racy snapchat messages. She was the first girl I had sex with in college. I worked most of the summer, and tried to put on muscle mass, to earn a starting slot on the team next fall.
Then the fall of my sophomore year I met Jullianne, a tall blonde freshman girl who could easily have been a sorority girl, but their pettiness didn't appeal to her. She had been raised in a large, conservative midwestern family. They used to sing together as a group on the weekends. I loved her mixture of girl next-door innocence, and good looks, and ambition, and smarts. I might marry her one day. We decided not to date anyone else, and spent a lot of time together outside of class and my football practices.
In the meantime, Mrs. Blalock kept sending me updates about once week, mostly short little videos of our baby; little giggles, bath time, her breastfeeding him, eventually his first steps and babbling talk. I saved them all on my phone. They made me proud, the little guy that had my genes, my first kid. She told me her parents were thrilled to have their first grandbaby.
Eventually things got more serious with Jullianne and me. I didn't pressure her for sex, but we couldn't deny our attraction. She liked to cuddle, which we frequently did in just our underwear. She liked to feel my hands on her body. My hard cock routinely poked out from my boxer shorts.
Finally we talked about it. She told me that she had been saving herself, how she could have lost her virginity before but had decided not to, until she met me. But then she asked about my history, and I felt compelled to tell her the truth, not to keep any secrets from her. We had always been honest with each other about our hopes and fears, dreams and goals. She knew I wanted to make it to the NFL. I knew she wanted to become a doctor.
I told her about my girlfriend Skylar in high school, how we had lost our virginity together. I hoped she wouldn't ask any more details, but she wanted to know if that had been my only sexual partner. So I told her about the cheerleader I had sex with freshmen year, and then about Mrs. Blalock, my math teacher senior year of high school, about our agreement, about how the only way I could finish high school was to give her the baby her husband couldn't. I thought Julianne might slap me and stomp out of my apartment. But instead she hugged me and started to cry. "Oh my God, Mason! That was so amazing of you! I can't believe you did that for her!" After that, she never brought it up again. At Christmas she introduced me to her parents and her six siblings. They welcomed me in like yet another son. I didn't even know how to act, having been the only child to my now aging parents.
After we had known each other several months, Julianne finally asked me to make love to her, to take her out on a date night for Valentine's day, then go back to the fanciest hotel we could find and consummate our budding relationship. Earlier in the day, Ms. Blalock had sent me a sweet little picture of my baby boy, now almost two years old, in a jumper with hearts all over it. Cutest thing I'd ever seen.
With my NIL money I bought Julianne a fancy new dress and booked a hotel room on the top floor downtown, overlooking the stadium I hoped to play in one day. She had me carry her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed, admiring her toned long legs, her pretty face and long blonde hair. We undressed each other slowly until the moment we both had waited for, longed for in anticipation. When she finally spread her legs for me, I felt like we were having our honeymoon already. I made love to her nineteen year old body gently, sweetly, with more love and care than I had ever had sex before. She bled a little when I ruptured her hymen, but neither of us cared. She winced as my size stretched her body, but begged me to go deeper and deeper. She had started taking birth control months before, so we didn't bother to use a condom. Still, I didn't know if she would want me to cum inside her. But with her tightness I didn't last very long our first round. After only a few minutes of pounding her from on top, I warned her I needed to cum.
To my surprise she urged me to keep going and going. As I felt my heart racing, I fought the urge to release. Suddenly I felt my deep-seated instincts rising in me again, just like the night I impregnated Mrs. Blalock, instead now I knew, beneath me tonight, this would be the woman I would marry, the woman my seed truly belonged in, the woman who would ultimately carry all my children in her womb, the womb I felt the irresistible urge to fill with all my seed. With all my strength I wanted to shoot my seed into Julianne to impregnate her next. With one last thrust I pushed my cock as far and as deep into her as I possibly could as I lost all control, my body shaking violently as the orgasm thundered through every muscle in my body. Julianne cried out beneath me from my force and aggression, yet welcomed my seed inside her, moaning and orgasming with me in unison as I finally released my hot semen deep inside her. As I kept releasing wave after wave I felt her wrap her long legs around me, holding us together as I throbbed inside her tight pussy, releasing every drop I had built up for her. We whispered "I love you!" to each other over and over. She kissed me more deeply than ever before.
We had sex two more times before we fell asleep, and once more in the morning, before showering together and checking out of the hotel, heading back to campus.
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Here I was, just turned twenty years old, having finally earned a starting slot on the team, making six figures in NIL money, having taken the virginity of two girlfriends, having slept with a cheerleader, and having fathered my first kid with an older woman. Somehow I even managed to pass my classes, with a lot of help from the tutoring staff.
