1. The Shoplifter Chapter Four


    Date: 4/7/2017, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    was it; meeting over. My parents were screaming more things I will never remember as they stormed out of the kitchen and up to their bedroom. I sat choking on a strange vomit that just rode in my throat. I could hardly breathe. I reached up under the remains of my blouse. I was hot in some places and freezing in others. My breasts were lactating everywhere. When I could finally get down from the stool I made my way up to my room. I was so sick. I vomited twice. I dropped on my bed and just lay there shaking. I could hear my heart in my ears. I was unable to move, unable to think. Finally, I crawled into the bathroom one more time to vomit. My world had completely collapsed. I had no options that made sense. I had no one I could call—no one to talk too. Throwing Kyle under the bus…impossible! He was a nice, benign, preppy guy and his parents were even more preppy and boring, but if he got hit with something like this, the shit would hit the fan. His dad was a civil lawyer…do I need to say more. Kyle had professed over and over about loving me, but that was when I was a cute virgin with a nice little ass and he wanted things to progress with me sexually. Now, knocked up by someone else he would have nothing to do with me. He was not the hero type at all. His parents, like mine, had instilled the outline for his life very deeply into his makeup. I sat shaking as I thought of Kyle and his family the day a black baby arrived if I was able to trick him. Jamal would do anything for ...
    me, but in the light of all this, there was nothing he could do that was worth considering. His three offerings were at best pipe dreams… marrying him…running away to Panama…having a black kid here at home, with his support. Come on. These were nothing but fantasies of the highest order—there was nothing that would work with Jamal. I sat on my bed tormenting. I could not have been more alone, more lonely, more tortured. I was as caught as a grizzle bear in one of those pipe traps. I had no way out. Nothing made sense. I looked over at my alarm clock…almost two. My mind shut down I flopped backward on the bed, but stark terror kept my eyes wide open and tears flowed down toward my ears. I looked at the clock again...ten minutes had passed. The morning would be here inevitably. I was doomed at dawn. I kept watching the number changing on the clock. At two thirty a light bulb came on and I sat up. I needed someone to at least know what was going on here at home. I felt like I was in real danger. What kind of hell would I face in the morning when I had to confess to my parents? My dad was as angry as anyone I have ever seen and he thought I was pregnant by Kyle, a handsome, white, classmate with a big future. Can you imagine my morning if I confessed? “Dad let me tell you the truth. I am a thief, a felon shoplifter, who fucked a big black security guard to avoid jail. I am three months along with your big black grandchild.” Get my casket ready. I honestly could not trust my dad ...
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