Chapter 06:

_PAGE: EROTIC+ TV

_TITLE: I PREGNANT A LESBIAN COUPLE

_AUTHOR: LOLO

_CHAPTER 06:

I was a little confused because I was sure I hadn't said the three words to him yet. I looked back over the recent conversation in my head and realized I had accidentally implied it. I started to panic a bit worried that I had said too much too soon for his comfort and maybe mine too. I really hadn't fully assessed my feelings for Lamya at this point. I knew that I loved him very much; and I couldn't stop thinking about her. But did I really love him? Once the thought was in my head, it didn't take me long to figure it out; I was definitely in love with this girl!

Sensing hesitation to respond, Lamya said;

➖It's understood. If you misspoke, I won't be offended. I just want you to be honest with me.

Coming back to reality, I said;

➖That's not it; that's not why I didn't answer you. I just didn't realize I loved you until you said that.

Lamya smiled and leaned down to kiss me. her red hair covering my head. His lips were the sweetest, syrupiest things that had ever touched mine.

She said she wanted to feel me on top of her so we switched positions; rolling without ever coming apart. I was careful not to go too fast or too hard at first for obvious reasons, but also because slow and soft was more intimate. I kissed her lips again then moved to kiss her neck just below her ear. Lamya tilted her head back, showing me her entire neck as I kissed my way to the opposite side. I held the side of her face in one hand as I returned to kiss her lips; while keeping my thrust painfully slow.

I kissed my way to her breasts; taking one nipple in my mouth while playing with the other. My free hand went further south to find her clitoris as a playmate, while continuously thrusting deep and slow inside her. My fingers vibrated her little pink clitoris as fast as I could move them. The slow movement of my cock inside her combined with the rapid stimulation of her clit sent mixed signals to her brain and she began to coo and moan in pleasure. It didn't take long before it started to sound like the audio track of a high quality adult movie. Lamya's already tight pussy started to tighten even more on my cock and the volume of her voice increased significantly. I tried my best to hold on to my orgasm which was encouraged only by her cries of ecstasy. She said loudly that she was going to enjoy. It was the last stimulus I could take. I pushed hard into her as my orgasm erupted with incredible force. The first explosion against her cervix triggered her own orgasm and she began a series of cries to God accompanied by swear words she didn't normally use.

As our climaxes subsided and we basked in the glow and sweat, it became apparent how thin the walls of my apartment were when my neighbor who I've by the way never met said with his best impression of a comedian: ohhhh it's done

It gave us both an unexpected laugh at the time; the effect on Lamya was her pussy squeezing my cock to unimaginable levels! If I hadn't been so hard, she would have pushed me out with her vaginal contractions. Instead, all that came out was the mixing of our fluids and from the volume of that, I guess that was about it.

As it was getting late and we had to get up early in the morning, we decided to skip a second shot and opt for some sleep. We chatted together and Lamya quickly fell asleep. As I lay there, holding her and listening to her breathe, I couldn't think of a single thing that was wrong with the world.

We woke up just before the sun came up to shower and get ready before I had to take Lamya to work. Once in the car, I reminded her that I didn't know where she worked and needed directions.

➖LAMYA: Mmmm… yeah. All right

She told me which road to take first. I sensed something was wrong but didn't say anything. I asked her where she worked but she seemed to be dodging the question so I gave up.

Lamya kept saying how wonderful her first time was with me and I told her she was so amazing it was my first time too. This seemed to put her a little more at ease. She continued to give me directions to our destination; the turns coming more frequently as we got closer.

Finally, she said it was just ahead on the left, then told me to pull into a crowded parking lot to drop her off. There were children everywhere! I was confused until I realized we were at Hattam University; and that bothered me even more.

I asked;

➖Do you work at Hattam University?

➖LAMYA: Yeah… about that, I tried to find a way to tell you. Please promise me you won't be mad at me?

➖ME: I won't be angry; what is this ?

Lamya confessed;

➖I don't work here, I come here. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before! I didn't want you to think I was stupid.

I shook my head and said;

➖You shouldn't think like that! There are a lot of people who are still in high school at 19! Sometimes it's because of their birthday in the year and other times it's because they started school late. There are several reasons why you might be 19 and still in school, and that doesn't mean you're not smart. All right ?

Lamya didn't seem very reassured by my answer but said;

➖Yes, it's true. But there is more I must tell you. But we will have to wait later. I have to go.

Either way, I assured her she didn't have to worry about it. I loved him and everything would be fine. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and thanked me before getting out of the car. Before closing the door, she had one more thing to say.

➖LAMYA: Jack?

➖ME: Yes tell me

➖LAMYA: I have never been in love before. I... I think...

She paused to search for words that wouldn't come to mind and finally said;

➖I'll tell you later!

With that, Lamya closed the car door and turned to rush inside.

Because of the thoughts swimming in my head, the drive home was apparently longer than the drive to drop Lamya off. What else did she need to tell me? Why was she embarrassed to still be in school? Was she trying to say she loved me? Was she afraid to admit it or did she even know if she was in love or not? She said she had never been in love before. Does that mean before now?

I was lost in these thoughts as I returned home and made my way to the door of my apartment. Of all the things to bring me back to reality, it was a crazy woman screaming and knocking on my door like I had just taken her precious toy poodle.

➖ME: Can I help you?

The crazy woman turned around and I knew who she was in an instant, even though I had never seen her before in my life.

She asked;

➖Do you live here?

I thought about saying no and continuing to walk past my apartment on a getaway. But I was more than sure that wasn't the last time I would see this woman. It was clear that she was Lamya's mother.

She started questioning me;

➖Where is she? Where is my daughter?

I kept calm and said;

➖She is where she is supposed to be, she is in school.

Wishing to avoid creating a scene for the neighbors to gossip, I waved to the other doors nearby and invited the clearly angry and worried woman inside to talk. I had a few questions for her like how she knew where to find my apartment, to begin with. She looked at the other doors of the apartment and understood what I was saying and agreed to enter.

I turned to unlock my door and she couldn't help but comment on the new injury from the day before.

She asked without the slightest attention to his tone;

➖What happened to you?

It took a second for the question to register and make sense to me, but once it did, I just answered;

➖Come in and I'll tell you about it.

Lamya's mom came in and I closed the door before offering her something to drink. She categorically refused without even saying thank you for the offer. Wasting no time, she continued to give me the third degree; a stream of questions flowing from her without expecting answers from me. I was sizing her up unconsciously.

She asked;

➖What are you doing with my daughter? How did you even meet her? Where did she sleep here? Did you sleep with her? Don't you think you're too old for her? How old are you anyway?

There were more, but those were the questions that really resonated with me. I continued my assessment of her as she continued the questioning and it became clear that I had to be careful what I said to her because I was on extremely thin ice. My own questions started forming in my head: Why is she so upset that her daughter spent the night here? Even though she's still in school, she's still an adult, isn't she? Besides, could that be what Lamya was trying to talk to me about this morning? I decided to be a little less than honest with the answers if she ever decided to shut up long enough for me to answer any of them.

Eventually, she started repeating questions and I put my hand up to signal her to take a break. Remarkably, it worked.

So I spoke up;

➖Madam, I understand why you are so upset and I don't blame you. From where you stand, it may look bad. But I assure you that is not what it seems. I met Lamya on an online dating site. We emailed, chatted and quickly became good friends. So I asked Lamya to come because of what happened at work yesterday. I am a firefighter and we were called to the scene of an accident, the worst I have ever seen. I helped pull a young girl out of the car. She was being transported by life flight to the hospital, but died in transit. I was holding her hand at the time. I took it very badly and needed a friend to talk to. That's all. Lamya slept on the couch. She slept there with her head on my lap before we went to bed...

She asked;

➖Is that how you get the staples in your head?

I answered;

➖Yes... And the stitches in my shoulder.

Lamya's mother nodded slightly in understanding, but she still wasn't happy with me.

After what seemed like a long conversation but actually only lasted about half an hour, Lamya's mother seemed convinced that I was totally on board with her and we were on good terms when she left my apartment. After closing the door behind her, I exhaled a great sigh of relief before reviewing everything that came to mind. In the end, I didn't care that she didn't want me hanging out with Lamya. She was my girlfriend and, as long as she wanted to, she would remain my girlfriend. But we were going to have to take our relationship underground for now.

Lamya's mother had given me much to think about. I had every intention of continuing to see Lamya, of course, but things would certainly be more complicated. I found myself pacing my apartment while trying to figure out how to handle a million different issues.

I had never before realized a habit that I had. When I was deep in thought, I obviously used to run my hand over my head and down the back of my neck as a way of self-massage to release tension. I suddenly became aware of this habit because every time my hand reached the back of my head, I found a painless pile of staples. The resulting effect was twofold. For one thing, it abruptly ended my mild tension relief. Second and worst of all, it reminded me of Carla, thus adding to my stress. It was almost like a cruel joke. When you have something unpleasant in the back of your mind, well, I had a literal reminder in the back of my head that caused me both physical and mental pain. I was looking forward to talking to Lamya.

Just before 2:30 p.m. my phone rang with a text from the prettiest girl in the world. Lamya said she needed to tell me some things and wanted to know if I could talk. I told him yes and waited for his call. Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang, but rather than a phone call, Lamya was calling with FaceTime.

Once the video was in focus, I responded by asking him how his day was. She said it was good but she struggled because she had so much to tell me. She spent the next ten minutes telling me what I had already found out about her mother; including that as long as she was in school and living under her mother's roof, she was not allowed to date her.

As she finished her confession, she apologized for not being completely honest about everything from the start. Explaining that she wanted to tell me but was worried about how I might take some news, Lamya said that ultimately she knew she had to tell me because she didn't want our relationship to be built on lies.

I let her finish everything she had to say and I told her how my day had gone. She was mortified to learn that her mother knew she had spent the night with me and even more so since she came to my apartment to confront me.

Lamya asked;

➖What am I going to tell him? She's going to kill me!

➖ME: My advice is to tell him exactly what happened. That you answered the call of a friend in need and spent the night on the couch, like I told him you did.

Lamya smiled and said amused;

➖You are lying!

➖ME: By defending myself. If I had been honest, I would be an honest dead man!

Lamya laughed and agreed with my assessment. I gave her some extra tips on what to say and what not to say when she gets home and is confronted by her mother. To try and reduce the length of time she was going to be punished, our stories had to match up perfectly. Just as we were finishing clearing up our stories, a girl's voice out of my sight called out to her and said;

➖Go; we have to go or we'll be late!

TO BE CONTINUED...