Roommate Knocks Up My Girl

Like most people, I grew up believing that the trick to

getting ahead in life is to go to college and get an

education. Well, I got an education, all right, but it

wasn’t in any classroom. As it turned out, I learned

my biggest lesson right in my own damn apartment.

It was my senior year, and I had every intention of

making my last year of college a memorable one. My

best friend, Jim, and I had decided to find us an

apartment off campus. It wasn’t fancy, but it was

home, and we were cruising right along and having the

time of our lives.

Girls came and girls went, but it wasn’t until I met

Cindy that my life as a love-’em-and-leave-’em bachelor

came to a screeching halt. I’d met her at a party, and

I just knew right then and there that she was the girl

for me. Blonde hair, hazel-green eyes, a gorgeous face

and body, and a personality to match. I mean, Cindy

was the complete package.

Cindy and I just seemed to click, and we locked right

in on each other. Well, I locked in on her anyway.

She was a freshman and still adjusting to college life

and adjusting to being away from home for the very

first time. As far as I was concerned, she was just

too pretty to leave out there on the open market for

very long. Besides, it was my senior year and I wasn’t

going to waste it sitting on the sidelines waiting for

her to lock in on me the same way I was locked in on

her.

So I really turned on the charm and made her my number

one priority. Before long, her and I were pretty much

inseparable. I was twenty-one and perpetually horny,

but when it came to sex with Cindy, I took it slow and

easy. She was still only eighteen, and she had been

brought up a strict Catholic, so, as you can imagine,

she was pretty old fashioned when it came to sex.

I worked on her though, and little by little she

started to respond. All in all, though, Cindy was

still really uptight about sex with me. Hell, in the

beginning, the closest she’d come to letting me fuck

her was a little heavy petting-and the few times I was

able to finesse her into jacking me off with her hand,

that was as far as she’d go.

I kept working on her, however, and eventually she gave

in and started letting me fuck her. Cindy was always

very careful about it, though, and she’d only let me

fuck her on certain days of the month. I’ve never been

thrilled about using condoms and due to her Catholic

upbringing Cindy didn’t want to use condoms at all.

Instead, she monitored her menstrual cycle and only

allowed me to fuck her on days she was “safe.”

So we had sex during those periods of time when she

wasn’t ovulating, and when she was ovulating she’d jack

me off with her hand. She was strictly against any

type of oral sex whatsoever, so it took quite a while

for us to finally cross that hurdle.

After a few months together, we had settled into a very

comfortable and fulfilling relationship. We were

definitely in love, and Cindy was spending more and

more time hanging out with me at the apartment.

She was a little bit shy around Jim, at first. But he

had a girlfriend too, and sometimes the four of us

doubled or just hung out together at the apartment, and

little by little she lost some of her shyness around

him.

Linda, Jim’s girlfriend, sometimes paraded through the

apartment in just her panties and bra, or in just a

towel or maybe one of Jim’s sweatshirts. And before

long, Cindy was strutting around the apartment in her

underwear too. She was much less uptight and prudish

than she had been when we first started dating.

Everyone seemed to get along with everyone else, and we

were just one big happy family.

Well, at least we were until Jim and Linda had a fight

and broke up.

After the breakup, Jim dated another girl for a while,

but it didn’t seem to be going anywhere. One day, a

couple of weeks or so after he and Linda broke up, Jim,

Cindy and I were hanging out at the apartment and

drinking some beer. Cindy preferred wine, because beer

always seemed to make her sleepy, but, anyway, she was

drinking beer with us that day because we were out of

wine.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Cindy and I were

on the sofa and Jim was stretched out in his trusty

beanbag chair. We were watching a “Star Trek” rerun

and lampooning the show. You know, shouting things

like, “Phasers on stun, Spock.” I mean, there’s

nothing like a few beers and a “Star Trek” rerun to

throw a couple of immature college guys into high gear.

Anyway, by the time “Star Trek” was over, Cindy had

nodded off, and, while Jim was surfing the channels for

something else to watch on the tube, I decided I’d

straighten up in the kitchen. A few minutes later I

came back into the living room and caught Jim staring

up at Cindy’s sleeping form on the couch.

“Forget it, buddy,” I grinned, naively assuming that

Jim was trying to check with Cindy about which TV

program she wanted to watch. “Just flip to any show

you want to see. Cindy’s out like a light.” I grabbed

up our empty beer cans and headed for the john,

dropping the empties in the trash on my way.

I couldn’t have been gone for more than two or three

minutes, and as I came back down the hall to the living

room I stopped short and stared in disbelief. The room

was dark, except for the flicker from the TV screen,

but it was light enough to see that Jim was kneeling in

front of Cindy with his back to me. It was obvious

that she was still passed out from the beer. Jim had

her legs apart, her skirt was pushed up to her crotch

and he had his hands on (or in) her panties. I mean,

even in the dim light I could see her white panties,

but Jim was blocking my line of sight enough that I

couldn’t quite make out what he was doing to Cindy.

As unbelievable as it might sound, I didn’t quite know

what to do, but I just knew I had to do something-and

quickly! I sneaked back down the hall and then called

out to Jim, asking him if he wanted anything from the

kitchen. Jim didn’t answer me, so I stalled for a few

more seconds and then started toward the living room.

By the time I got there, Jim was back in his chair, and

Cindy’s skirt was back in place.

I asked him why he hadn’t answered me and he said he

hadn’t heard me call, that he must’ve been dozing off.

Well, I was furious, and I wanted to call his bluff and

tell him straight to his face that I had seen what he

was up to…but I didn’t. Instead, I sat back down on

the sofa, next to Cindy, and stared blankly at the TV

screen, trying to come to grips with what had just

occurred.

It took me a while to sort it all out, but little by

little I went from feeling angry to feeling curious and

even a little aroused by what I’d seen. After all,

Cindy was a very attractive girl, and the more I

thought about it the more I came to the conclusion

that, if I was Jim and I’d found myself in the same

situation, I’d have probably done just about the same.

The more I turned the incident over in my mind, the

hornier I became. Then I did something really

stupid…

While Jim was in the bathroom I adjusted the blinds

just enough to ensure I could peek into the living room

from outside. Then I went into the kitchen and hid the

few cans of beer we still had on hand. When Jim

returned I shrugged and told my roommate that I was

still thirsty and was going out for more beer.

“See ya in a quick fifteen or so, buddy,” I called as I

headed for the door.

My plan was perfect-or so I thought when I concocted

it. I drove around the block, parked and jogged back

to the apartment, circling around to my vantage point,

peering through the crack living room curtains.

Apparently my roommate hadn’t wasted any time. By the

time I’d taken up my position at the window, I could

see that he had shifted her hips forward on the sofa

and had already removed her panties. From the

flickering light of the TV I could see her panties on

the floor by her feet. Jim was kneeling between her

thighs and he appeared to be working his tongue up and

down her slit. Hell, each time I’d tried to go down on

her, she would always stop me-and now my damn roommate

was beating me to the punch. But got it mad me hot to

see him working on her pussy like that.

I saw him work his finger into her cunt and then go to

work on her with his tongue again. He repeated this

twice more, and that’s when I realized he was trying to

get her wet enough with his mouth to get his cock into

her.

This might sound stupid, but it still hadn’t dawned on

me that he’d take this all the way. I was absolutely

dumbstruck. On the one hand, I wanted to scramble back

around to the front door and make enough noise to let

him know the party was over, but, on the other hand, I

kept expecting that he’d gone as far as he was going to

go and that he’d stop any second. And I really was

enjoying this little trip into voyeurism.

Well, while I was just standing there like a damn fool,

waiting for him to stop, he was busy stripping off his

jeans and shifting into position to jamb his cock into

my girlfriend’s cunt. My mind was racing, trying to

decide if I had time to make it back to my car and then

back to the apartment before Jim could get his cock

into Cindy.

Once again I convinced myself that he would stop any

second. Maybe he just wanted to see what it felt like

to pump his cock into Cindy’s cunt a couple of times, I

rationalized. Just a few strokes, maybe. In any case,

Jim was being very gentle, slow and easy as he started

to fuck her, hoping, I’m sure, that she’d just sleep

right through the whole thing.

Jim was well aware that Cindy was a notoriously heavy

sleeper anyway, and **** (especially beer) just

seemed to make her even sleepier. He humped her a few

times with those slow, gentle strokes and then stopped.

I thought he was going to pull out, but, instead, he

grasped her hips and starting humping her again, and

then he stopped again. Finally, he started humping her

again, but this time the strokes were shorter and

quicker. I waited for him to stop, but he didn’t this

time. Moments later, I saw his body tense and he threw

his head back, and I knew he was shooting his load into

my girlfriend’s unprotected, fertile womb.

I gazed at the spectacle before me, transfixed and

suddenly feeling sick to my stomach. My roommate had

just fucked my girlfriend and shot his sperm into her

womb at the time of the month when Cindy was ovulating.

And the worst part of it was that I’m the one who had

set the whole thing up in the first place, and then I

just stood there and watched him do it. I could’ve

done something…should’ve done something. But I’d

done nothing but stand there and watch it happen.

Meanwhile, he pumped her a few more times, then

withdrew. After a moment or two he reached between her

legs and felt inside her cunt. He paused, looked

around, and then plucked his underwear off the floor

and used them to wipe at her cunt. Then he stood up,

checked his watch and quickly pulled on his jeans.

Almost as an afterthought, he wiped Cindy’s cunt once

again with his underwear and then hid them under the

sofa cushion.

I watched as Jim put Cindy’s panties back on her, and

then I backed away from the window and ran for my car.

I drove straight back to the house, trying to collect

my thoughts and regain my composure.

“Hey, buddy boy, where’s the beer?” he chirped.

“Oh, uh…I-I left my wallet on the dresser,” I

muttered.

“Well, never mind,” he shrugged. “Pull up a seat.

Boris Karloff’s on, man.”

As I sat there watching the movie, and looking over at

poor Cindy. She was fucked. And…so was I. She was

my girlfriend and I loved her. But now, thanks to me,

there was another man’s sperm flooding into her fertile

womb. She was a devout Catholic, so abortion certainly

was not an option.

My only hope was that Jim hadn’t knocked her up. Later

that same night, after I’d put Cindy to bed, I

undressed her and noticed a small telltale wet spot on

her panties, and I noticed that her pussy was still

slick with his spunk. I felt a twinge of panic and

then that queasy feeling again in the pit of my

stomach.

The next few weeks were pure hell, but even worse than

the waiting was when she broke down and told me she had

missed her period. She was ashamed and humiliated,

and, needless to say, things went downhill in a hurry

after that.

However, our relationship held together and weathered

the storm. I loved her, and I was sure as hell

responsible for her being pregnant- even if indirectly-

so, I had very little alternative except, of course, to

marry her.

Cindy looked absolutely stunning in her white lace-

wedding gown, and, unless someone happened to be among

the select few who were privy to the fact that Cindy

was pregnant, they’d have never suspected that my

beautiful bride-to-be was, in fact, with child.

And, believe it or not, the friendship between Jim and

me endured the ordeal. In fact, Jim was the best man

at my wedding. To be honest, I don’t think he

deliberately tried to knock Cindy up. At least that’s

what I’d like to believe.

In any case, Cindy and I couldn’t have ever hoped to

have a more gorgeous and adorable little baby girl than

the one Jim planted in Cindy’s womb that fateful night.

In Cindy’s eyes, I’m a hero and she thinks I’m

wonderful for having given her the most beautiful baby

in the world. And Jim…well, he was smart enough to

keep his mouth shut and not take any bows for having

fathered our baby.

Hey, maybe Jim doesn’t even know for sure that he’s the

one who knocked Cindy up. But, in any case, the dude

sure wasn’t foolish enough to risk **** charges and a

paternity suit by saying anything to anyone about it.

So, in the end, Jim got the honor of knocking Cindy up,

and I got Cindy’s undying love.