The Morning After
"Hi Sandy..." Ashley breathed hoarsely into her phone.
"Ashley! What took you so long? You sound like you've been running for hours. What happened?"
"Well..." Ashley had passed out sometime between the third and fourth time Derren took her that night. Only when she awoke did she remember to call Sandy about the pregnancy test. The still-gasping girl gathered up her scattered pillows and propped herself up. Cradling the phone with her shoulder, she half-covered herself with her strung-out sheets before responding, "Derren came over."
"Ooooo," Sandy cooed, "So he really did know where you lived, huh? Good thing your parents and sister weren't home. He fucked you, didn't he?"
"Yes," Ashley fell back into her pillows. His cum marked her cold-hardened nipples as more dried on her belly where his thick dick had slapped against her taut belly. But far more cum oozed out between her legs - potent African spunk that stained her innocent bedsheets. Ashley rubbed her thighs together to slide it around her pussy lips. "
God yes
..."
Sandy laughed in the moaning girl's ear, "God Ashley! Did he use a condom this time at least?"
"Nooo," her eyes didn't open. She could still see his dark cock spurting all over her belly, and quivered when she remembered how hotly it shot inside her.
"That's going to get you in trouble, Ashley. Keep that up and you'll be pushing a stroller soon..." That paralyzing jolt flashed through Ashley again -- less strongly than the first time, but enough to snap the girl out of daydreaming.
"Sandy, I'm... I'm already in trouble."
"What? What do you mean?"
"It... I'm... I'm pregnant, Sandy." A cold grip seized her insides, but another feeling simmered faintly deep down in her belly. Remnants of Derren's visit last night. The phone went quiet, just some shuffling sounds in the background, before Sandy replied.
"Hey, Ashley... It's going to be okay..."
"How? How can it be okay!?" The room lurched as Ashley began to truly think about her predicament since getting the results, "I never wanted to have sex before I got married, and now I'm pregnant from a guy I hardly even know! My parents think I'm a virgin. My sister looks up to me. What am I supposed to tell them when they start to see? That I got pregnant by a stranger at a party? Oh god, and what will they think when they find out it's Derren's baby!" Her family's horrified faces flashed before her eyes. A baby out of marriage was bad enough, but she was a good girl. And good girls didn't have black babies.
"Ashley -- Ashley calm down," Sandy cut through Ashley's terrified imagination, stopping her from passing out again, "Your Mom and Dad won't have to know about it, and neither does Dawn."
"H-how?" Ashley croaked. Her shaking fingers touched at her belly. Hardly round, but definitely getting there. A tight knot, planted there by Derren hardly two months ago. It wouldn't be long it would bulge her tight shirts. Ashley wasn't able to lie to her family like Sandy could.
"That black guy must have really fucked you hard to make you forget about college already."
"College? I can't go to college like this. Not with...
this
..." Ashley stared at her obvious tummy. How she could have not noticed her pregnancy by this point...
"Oh yes you can..." Ashley heard Sandy's smile, "In fact, it'll be the way you'll spare dear Mommy and Daddy, and still be the good Big Sis to Dawn."
Sandy told her plan, and after a few minutes Ashley understood. They'd planned on heading to college together after the summer, but Sandy could bump the date up to just after graduation -- right before they wouldn't be able to hide themselves anymore. If all went well, her family would never even know she had a baby, let alone one a black one. Ashley's room stopped spinning and she could breathe a little easier -- still gasping, but it was a start. After an hour of planning, Ashley sank down into her pillows again.
"Sandy, you've saved me," Ashley said over Sandy's phone speaker, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Ohhhh, don't mention it..." Sandy replied. Her fingers dripped with cum. She had been fingering herself ever since Ashley confessed what Sandy had hoped she'd say. Pregnant. Just like her -- the naughty girl. And Sandy made her like that. "We'll get through this..." Sandy tried to sound concerned, sincere even, as she bit her lip and rubbed her humming clit harder. She had work to do. Dark work. And the thought of her best friend as a slut for black men...
"After all," Sandy moaned, "That's what friends are for, right?"
The Secret Plan
When her parents came home a few days later, Ashley told them she wanted to move out to college with Sandy just after graduation. Her parents had always let Ashley have that freedom to choose her own way, and despite her mother's shimmering eyes and her dad's furrowed brow, they agreed to let their eldest daughter go. Somehow Ashley kept her composure, even feigned excitement by eagerly hugging them and prancing away. But the long shower afterwards could only wash away her tears, not her guilt.
"It wasn't a lie..." Ashley sniffed as the hot spray rained down her back, "I want to go... Don't I? No... not like this..." She bowed her head, letting her long dirty-blond hair drape down to hide her face from the steam. Tentatively she touched her belly, wishing to discover it was all a bad dream, that she still was her parent's innocent daughter.
But her firming belly bump revealed otherwise. Its slight curve was hardly noticeable thanks to her track training regimen that kept her fit and toned, but it had only been a handful of weeks. She already felt relief when she slipped off her too-tight shirt and noticed the pulsing water trickling slower over her growing midsection. The nausea gripped her and forced her to the bathroom when she awoke that morning. Morning sickness, something her mother struggled with when she got pregnant with her. Now Ashley had it too, not because of marriage or love, but because she went bareback at a party with a stranger. A
black
stranger.
The warm water beat down between her shoulder blades as she slumped against the shower wall. It felt like a betrayal -- not just her keeping it from her family, but also that the baby was... Derren's. Ashley shivered. That same twinge of excitement and ember of lust that roared last night still cut through the anxiety and guilt like a hot knife. Like when he strolled into her house and straight into her bedroom; when his powerful black hands held her down while her whole body bucked against him; The dull impact as he bottomed out inside her and how tightly her pussy clung to his black shaft; And when he took her from behind and held her little bump, grunting in her ear...
"
F-fuck
!" She cried and bent double as she came. Ashley realized she had been touching herself as last night played out in her mind. She slid her fingers out-- sticky, covered in slime. "Still in me," Ashley moaned and peered at Derren's thick, clinging cum.
"His cum... his baby... still inside me..." Despite having falling so far from grace in her eyes, she brought each and every cum-slick finger to her lips and sucked them clean...
Graduation came just two weeks after that. For once in her life, Ashley gladly wore a gown. The loose fabric hid all as she stepped on stage, and did more than enough to hide her developing womb. What was hardly the size of a tennis ball now rivaled a large orange, and her black fruit had hardly begun growing. Though her t-shirts no longer reached the hem of her tightening pants, the draping gown hid that from her beaming parents and the flashing cameras. Ashley smiled as she glided across the stage, hunching just so and accepting her diploma in a trembling hand.
Sandy didn't try to hide herself at all. She knew her sterling reputation made that little bulge in the silky fabric just the trick of a misfitted gown. No way this scholastic star would actually be slutty enough to get knocked up, even when that wide-grinning girl took her diploma with one hand stroking her tummy.
Ashley watched her friend. The way Sandy seemed not to care and even flaunt her pregnancy stuck fast in Ashley's mind. Like envy almost. Back at home, the blond stared blankly at her half-filled suitcase.
"Hey, almost done packing sweetie?" Ashley's mother peaked around the doorframe. Ashley jumped and looked over her shoulder, instinctively keeping her back facing her mom.
"Yeah, almost done Mom," Ashley replied.
"Honey, have you been alright lately?" Ashley's spine froze as her mother gingerly stepped into her room, "You're father and I have been noticing that you've been a little... quiet lately."
