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Archive name: jamie.txt (MF, reluc, preg)
Authors name: Blue Hat (bluehat12345@yahoo.com)
Story title : Jamie

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Jamie (MF, reluc, preg)
By Blue Hat (bluehat12345@yahoo.com)

***

John is just starting his young adult life after high 
school, but when he meets the curvy Jamie, he gets in  
over his head.

***

I was 20 years old and living in my first apartment for 
almost a year. I had graduated from high school about 2 
years prior and had immediately landed my first position 
in the business department of a large lumber corporation. 
There was a company branch site in my hometown, a large 
metropolis in the South, so I began working from home 
soon after graduation.

About a year later I moved into my little apartment, on 
the other side of town from where I grew up. I was very 
proud of that apartment. What a bachelor pad! Okay, so 
the apartment itself was kinda small: it had one bedroom, 
a den, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a closet, all of which 
were more or less cramped for space. However, the rent 
wasn't so high, and there were a lot of extra benefits at 
the apartment complex.

For example, we got a satellite TV hookup in the main 
room, and Ethernet was free. In addition, a community 
pool, exercise room, and bar were available at no entry 
fee to occupants of the apartments. I liked to keep fit, 
so the exercise room was a big plus too.

Also, I did enjoy the good drink every once in a while, 
so I frequented the bar after work hoping to get someone 
to hand me a glass. (I was underage at the time.) That 
bar was where, about a year after I moved in, I met 
sweet, red-haired Jamie. 

Jamie had just left high school herself, although in 
retrospect I don't believe I asked her whether she had 
actually graduated or not. She was living in the 
apartment complex as well and was supporting herself by 
working as a secretary for a travel agency a couple of 
blocks away. She was surprisingly alert and seemed 
intelligent for a girl of her age. I would say that she 
had more common sense than I did; she seemed to be very 
worldly and able to take care of her own needs.

Jamie was quite a specimen of youthful beauty at the ripe 
age of 18. Red hair decorated her head in long straight 
strands ending in large curls, perfectly crafted. Jamie 
had very white, creamy skin with no impurities anywhere 
to be found on face, body, or foot. Only a few post-
adolescent blemishes adorned her sexy figure here and 
there, reminiscent of her years of blossoming. She had a 
very thin waist and was very slender overall, weighing in 
at about 105 pounds, I would have guessed. 

Jamie loved to wear deep red lipstick to show off her 
wide, sensuous smile, and it contrasted her pure white 
face amazingly. She was not unfamiliar with short, tight 
skirts (mostly black ones), which seemed to be made 
exclusively for her full curves. Her legs were long and 
curvy as well, and were always closely shaven. Jamie's 
breasts were of a smaller size than the average, but she 
definitely was not flat. 

Finally, her small, cute feet and hands were almost 
always painted red as well, to accentuate and complete 
her perfectly rouged appearance. I liked this girl 
tremendously. We seemed to hit it off almost immediately. 
Jamie and I liked to go walking around the town, stopping 
for ice cream or to play a game at a bowling center or 
laugh at the silly people walking by over a light lunch. 

Unlike most teenagers, Jamie was very sure of herself and 
every action she took: if she was ever hesitant about any 
decision, it was not at all obvious to me at any time. 
Her persistent smiles communicated her confidence, and 
that made her all the more attractive to me. When we 
started to fool around, I was having a lot of fun. Jamie 
liked to move slowly, like most girls, but never left me 
unsatisfied. Jamie wanted to do most of the work herself, 
but she perpetuated my pleasure and enjoyed studying my 
intense looks of ecstasy, which she created. 

Thus, she loved giving slow handjobs, moving slowly 
enough so that I hardly progressed at all toward my own 
orgasm but quickly enough so that the pleasure never 
ceased. Jamie also liked to be stimulated with the hand, 
and although she enjoyed mine, most of the time she chose 
to use her own hand. I gathered that this, too, was 
because she liked to see me turned on the most, and she 
knew that me watching her pleasure herself really got me 
going. 

I was always sure to have several condoms on me whenever 
I was going to meet Jamie, especially once we started 
fucking regularly. I was not, of course, a virgin, but I 
didn't want to catch an STD, and I certainly didn't want 
a screaming kid at all, but certainly not at my age. 

Anyway, I knew that Jamie was also on the pill. (She 
popped one of those things daily right in front of me.) 
It's not that I was suspicious of Jamie. I knew she had 
had sexual encounters in the past, but she looked and 
acted very healthy and I trusted her when she told me 
that she was clean. It's not like I could just go up to 
her and demand that she get tested for every STD out 
there anyway: that would be awful of me. 

However, it was the threat of becoming a father that 
scared me the most. I just simply never cared for kids, 
and the prospect of taking care of one for 20+ years 
financially, emotionally, and energetically never 
appealed to me at all. So, I opted to use the condoms 
anyway, even though I knew Jamie was on the pill. Better 
safe than sorry. Even so, sex with Jamie was always 
wonderful. She would always bring me up, ever so slowly, 
toward my release using her hand, and then, when I was 
getting close, she would slip a condom on me and I'd ride 
her until I came in her very hard. 

It always happened that she came first; her other hand 
knew exactly what she liked. It always got her very 
excited when it rubbed all around her clit and labia 
before I mounted her. Sometimes we would do it doggy-
style or with her legs out to the side, but we liked good 
ol' missionary the best because it made us feel closer 
together. I got maximum penetration into her with that 
position, and for some reason, it always seemed to make 
Jamie smile even more than before when I came on top of 
her. 

I had only known Jamie for about four months or so when I 
received word that the local company where I worked was 
downsizing. I had to move to a different site out of 
state in order to keep my job. If I was willing to make 
the move the lumber company would give me a raise in 
salary.

I thought about it for a long time, but in the end I 
decided to move away. I thought it was the best decision 
as far as my career was concerned, and I felt my life 
should move on away from my hometown for at least a 
little while. It was certainly a difficult decision to 
leave my hometown, where I grew up, but it was even 
harder to leave Jamie, whose company I had come to really 
enjoy.

When I told Jamie the news that I was leaving, she was 
very distraught. "Why're you leaving me?" she asked, her 
eyes pleading with me.

"It's not because I don't want to be with you or that I 
hate this town," I explained somewhat fruitlessly. "I 
have to follow where my career leads me, and right now, 
if I don't leave, it would be a stupid career move."

"When are you going?" she inquired.

"In about month," I replied. Although I expected her to 
say more, she didn't, but she seemed to swell up, and 
then tears came. All the time, she looked right at me 
with her gorgeous green eyes. Finally I grabbed her and 
held her, thinking about what I might do about her.

But both Jamie and I knew she couldn't come with me out 
of the blue. Her family was far too proud to allow her to 
drop her entire life, including her job and apartment 
just to follow some guy who she'd practically just met. 
Jamie wasn't tied down by her family, but she respected 
them too much to disappoint them.

I thought about marrying her, but I was very hesitant 
about walking down the aisle with someone I'd met only 
four months ago. It was just too early in our 
relationship, and we were too young.

That night I took her to the movies to get our minds off 
my move. After a few days of emotional instability 
between us, things were seemingly almost back to normal 
in our relationship. It was very odd: despite the fact 
that we only had a short time left together, we were able 
to laugh, play, and touch each other just as we had 
before. Those days were wonderful, just like before the 
news of my move. It was a wonder that we were able to 
forget about it and just concentrate on each other in the 
remaining moments, savoring the time we had left to 
share.

We even had sex a few times in that last month. (We were 
thwarted much of the time because I was very busy at work 
packing up and getting ready to leave, in addition to the 
fact that we were both somewhat depressed.)

About five days before I was to leave, Jamie and I were 
once again spending the evening together, this time 
lounging by the pool. Jamie was a knockout in her 
favorite string bikini, nothing but white flesh exposed 
everywhere, dressed in red from her cute curls, nails, 
and tempting lips. She was smiling at me all evening, and 
it was driving me crazy.

When the sun went down, we got our things and went to my 
apartment. As we walked to my front door Jamie rubbed up 
against me and swung her hips in front of me so  I could 
get an excellent view of her round little bottom. I 
grabbed her flat tummy from behind with both hands and 
began exploring a little.

She enjoyed that and responded by stopping for a moment 
and squeezing my hands. Then she turned her head and gave 
me a beautiful, devilish grin. "Wow," I thought. "I'm 
very glad I put those two condoms in my wallet today 
before I came home."

We entered my apartment, and Jamie ran to the bathroom to 
take a quick shower. I could tell that she was very 
horny, and that was making me hotter and hotter by the 
second as well. The two of us hadn't had sex for about a 
week, and I already had a lot of tension built up.

Jamie emerged from the bathroom wearing her bikini again. 
(I guess she assumed she wouldn't be wearing it for much 
longer.) I kissed her on the lips, then I told her it was 
my turn in the shower.

"Don't take too long; please hurry!" Jamie exclaimed as I 
entered the shower.

I was hard in the shower and was thinking about Jamie's 
body the whole time. I couldn't wait to touch her and 
make her feel wonderful. When I left the bathroom, I 
couldn't find her so I opted to put on some boxers and an 
undershirt in lieu of walking around naked. Right when I 
had concluded that she must have left for some reason. 
Then I heard her calling me from my bedroom. I found her 
already buried under the covers. "Funny, I was just in 
here," I noted to myself.

I noticed her bikini top hanging off of a nearby chair. 
That was a signal to me that she was naked underneath the 
covers except for possibly her tiny bikini bottoms. The 
realization brought a big smile to my face and made my 
cock jump with anticipation.

I climbed under the covers to join her. My hands roamed 
all over her body, her tummy, legs, inner thighs, outer 
thighs, and breasts. I stopped to attack her neck, 
planting long kisses below and behind her ears. I then 
rubbed my palm slowly across her shoulder blades, down 
her arms, and then I grasped both her hands.

Jamie returned my caresses by roaming her hands under my 
shirt. I kissed her breasts all over, finally sucking her 
small erect nipples softly, then more vigorously, making 
her close her eyes in pleasure.

She reached for my hard cock, and rubbed it slowly, "Get 
these clothes off right now!" she suddenly demanded.

I removed my shirt while she pulled at my boxers, then 
raised myself and the covers up so I could look at her. 
She was amazing; her body was a perfect. I could see her 
entire body from pretty red hair and lips all the way 
down to cute little arched feet. Only the bikini bottoms 
impaired the view of her little snatch.

As always, I couldn't believe that I was about to fuck 
this girl. It was clear that we were both so hot that we 
didn't need any more petting to get us going. We both 
wanted release.

I quickly hopped out of bed and grabbed my pants. I 
opened my wallet and searched for one of the condoms, but 
to my surprise, I couldn't find any! That was really 
strange. I knew, I was absolutely sure, that I had put 
some in my wallet just that day. Still, maybe my mind was 
playing tricks on me; I had a lot on my mind lately. 
"Jamie, I don't seem to have any protection on me. I'm 
sorry."

Jamie didn't seem to be the least surprised or 
disappointed, and continued to smile at me. "Come here. 
Come back here," she insisted. I returned to bed, and 
Jamie quickly placed my hands on her waist. She seized my 
thumbs and put them under her bikini strings on each 
side. Then she curled my fingers around over the top of 
the same strings, and made a motion for me to pull her 
bikini bottom down. I hesitated. 

Jamie leaned up to me and whispered, "Pull them down. 
Pull. Don't you want to pull them down?"

I could tell that Jamie was extremely horny now.

"But I don't have protection, Jamie. Shouldn't we stop?" 
I asked.

"We don't have to go all the way, I just want to be naked 
with you," she replied.

After convincing myself that would be okay, I began to 
slowly pull Jamie's bikini bottom down. It was a long 
journey to slide them down her sexy legs all the way to 
her beautifully formed feet. 

Now totally naked, Jamie reached down and pulled me back 
up to her. She immediately began fondling my cock and 
balls as she usually did. I systematically went into 
contortions. Her light caresses were driving me insane. 
Then she grabbed my cock between her thumb and fingers 
and began stroking me as she liked to do.

I was in heaven, but I craved more like weary desert 
traveler craves water. My orgasm was starting to build, 
and I pulled Jamie's hand away. "Jamie, I don't know. Do 
you have any protection with you?"

Jamie stared at me for a few moments, keeping her 
intoxicating smile all the time. Then she then quickly 
moved her head back and forth to say, "no".

I was mad with desire, "Well, I guess that's okay. You're 
on the pill, right?" 

Jamie then looked into my eyes, and stared at me briefly 
in silence. Then she responded once again by rapidly 
shaking her head from side to side to indicate "no" 
again.

I was in shock. "I thought you were on the pill all this 
time!" I said.

"Um, I quit using the pill about a week or so ago," she 
admitted.

My mind snapped back to reality. Then in a flash I knew 
what was going on. Jamie had planned this encounter. She 
stopped taking her birth control about a week ago, 
knowing that it would quit working by tonight and that 
she would be unprotected. Further, she must have hidden 
or destroyed the condoms that I had placed in my wallet 
today. Now she was making me so incredibly horny that I 
would want nothing more than to fuck her.

Jamie had already found my hard-on again and was stroking 
me up and down. For a moment, I let her, lost in the 
pleasure she was giving to me. But then I snatched her 
hand away once more. "Jamie, we can't. It's not safe. You 
could get pregnant," I insisted.

"Oh John, I'm not worried about that. Let's not worry 
about that right now. Let's just have some fun," Jamie 
responded. "Don't you want me?"

I hesitated, but had to concede that I most definitely 
did want her.

"Look at me, John. Look at my body," she demanded. Jamie 
moved the covers down over us to the bottom of the bed so 
that we were both exposed. Then she began cupping her 
breasts with one hand, tweaking her nipples and wincing 
with pleasure. She slowly spread her legs, and with the 
other hand, she rubbed her clit and hole like she always 
loved to. "Look at me, John," she repeated. "Do you like 
my legs spread like this? Don't you want to fuck me?"

Indeed I did. The only thing I wanted at that moment was 
to stick my angry, pulsing cock into that hourglass 
figure. But I knew that was suicide.

Jamie grabbed my member and began stroking it again. I 
moaned out in pleasure, and she moaned back at me, 
rubbing her body against me like a cat in heat. Then, 
with her eyes locked with mine, she slowly drew my cock 
closer and closer to her waiting hole. When my tip 
touched her moistness, I knew this was the last chance to 
retreat. I hesitated even while Jamie grabbed my behind 
to draw me into her. 

Defeated, I leaned downward to Jamie's face and kissed 
her deeply on her shapely lips while I entered her 
quivering nest. We both groaned in rapture at the initial 
sensation as I penetrated her. Jamie was so wet that I 
slid most of the way into her, and only had to push 
myself in a bit further to make the penetration complete.

I couldn't help myself, almost at once I began to move 
slowly in and out of her, and with each stab Jamie dug 
her nails hard into my back. She cried out as if she were 
in pain, but there was only pleasure. Intense pleasure!

I moved my hands all over her legs, upturned and in the 
air, on both sides of my thrusting hips. And I began to 
pump her a bit faster.

"Oh god, what am I doing? What am I doing?" my mind 
screamed, but my body did not listen as I continued to 
drive my rod deep into her like an animal.

I looked down at Jamie, at her perky breasts, her white 
skin, her visible rib cage, her flat tummy, and her very 
narrow waist. I knew that in a matter of moments I would 
ruin that hot little body. Once I came in her, that same 
tummy would grow out very large and her waist would 
stretch and her figure would be damaged permanently. I 
was going to impregnate this girl, and I was powerless to 
stop it now.

If only I could quit just for a moment, long enough to 
allow my reason to return so that I could stop. But I 
knew I couldn't. The pleasure was too intense, to primal.

"Oh god, god!! Please don't stop, John. You feel so 
GOOD!! Whatever you do, don't stop. Please.." Jamie 
pleaded with me in ecstasy.

Pound after pound I drilled deep into her, knowing that 
with each thrust I was coming closer and closer to the 
demise of my personal freedom as a man. Jamie was trying 
to entrap me before I left town. If I got her pregnant, 
then I'd have to be tied to her forever, she knew that.

Perhaps she would make me stay, or would insist that she 
go with me. She was after my freedom; she wanted my baby. 
As she drew closer and closer to her orgasm, she began to 
admit that very fact. "Oh yes, YES! Oh John, it feels so 
good. SO GOOD! I love you between my legs, on top of me. 
You won't get away from me, John. You can't leave me. You 
can't. Doesn't it feel good? Oh John!! JOHN!!! JOHN!!! 
JOHN!!! YES!!" she exclaimed as her orgasm overtook her.

I felt her open up very widely and deeply. All of her 
screams of pleasure and her desire for me to continue 
pumping her was bringing me closer and closer to my own 
climax. I started pounding her very hard. I couldn't help 
myself.

Then, I felt my orgasm very near. God, my body wanted to 
cum in her, deep into her unprotected cunt. But no! I had 
to stop somehow. If only I could hold back.. "AHH 
AHHHH!!!!" I yelled as I began to cum deep inside Jamie's 
prefect body.

She sensed that I was cumming and she grabbed my 
backside, trying to keep me from abandoning my task. She 
needn't have worried, though, because I was far too lost 
in my orgasm, the pleasure of her body, and the sheer 
bliss of the moment, for me to stop.

"Knock me up! Knock me up, John! You know you want to! Oh 
please! Don't stop cumming in me! Give me a baby!!" she 
yelled. I came, squirt after squirt, in Jamie's vagina, 
my cock head coating her cervix over and over again with 
my overjoyed sperm. 

When I finally finished filling Jamie up with my seed, I 
collapsed on top of her in utter defeat. She caressed my 
back and ran her fingers though my hair. I looked up at 
her, and she was smiling as always, perhaps even a bit 
more now. "SShhhhhhhhh..." she said. "Don't worry. It 
will be all right. I promise. John, you should know that 
it is close to the most fertile time in my cycle. But 
don't worry.. Please don't worry."

When Jamie told me about 3 days later that she was 
pregnant, I had already decided that I would "do the 
right thing" and propose to her. I postponed my plans to 
move for about a month so that we could make arrangements 
for a wedding and get married as soon as possible. 

I married her about 3 weeks later, and then we moved out 
of state to my new location with the lumber company. 
About 8 months later out daughter Tammy was born. She was 
quite a handful, always crying, shitting all over the 
place, and needing to be fed. 

Jamie gained a lot of weight during the pregnancy that 
she never lost. Nearly 40 pounds. She just kept eating 
and eating. She craved something, so she ate it. Ice 
cream, doughnuts, cake, steak, you name it. The baby was 
her excuse to binge. Her stretch marks made from the 
birth of our baby are quite large and unattractive, and 
her continued weight gain makes her look like she's 
perpetually pregnant.

It's been 7 months since Tammy was born, and now Jamie 
wants to have another baby. I don't want another child, 
and Jamie and I haven't even had sex for at least 2 
months anyway. I've decided to divorce her. I know I'll 
be paying alimony and child support for the better part 
of my life, but I can't stand to be around that fat woman 
or the little baby that I never really wanted, even 
though I have tried desperately to care for her. I'm 
taking the papers to Jamie tomorrow. 
 
END

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