10 comments/ 20521 views/ 12 favorites Katrina Ch. 01-02 By: DG Hear This story is seven chapters. I will be posting two chapters at a time till all are posted. Hopefully every two days. Thank you to Linda62953 for taking the time to edit my story. Chapter 1: My name is Katrina but my friends and family have always called me Trina. I want to tell you about my life and the mistakes I've made; maybe some of you can learn from my experiences. I can tell you right now that I'll be called every name in the book by some readers. Maybe I deserve it; time will tell how my life will go. The healing process for me has only just begun. I was raised in the city of Detroit. It's the largest city in Michigan for those who don't know that. I have a younger brother and sister who I helped raise after our father left us. My mother is a nurse and always took good care of us. In school, I had a lot of friends and was rather popular. My closest friend was Jeff who lived a couple of doors down the street. He was a grade ahead of me but we were best friends like, forever. Since grade school we hung around together and after my father left, he was my shoulder to cry on or at least my buddy to talk to. Jeff and I were not boyfriend and girlfriend. We never really dated as a couple but did hang around together with other groups of people. My mom never allowed me to date on a one on one basis. I could go to school functions, even dances but she would take me and pick me up. I can't tell you how many times we argued over the years about me just going out on a date. She would always say she was looking out for me and that she made the mistake of dating as a teenager and is paying for it now. It was always about the way my dad treated her. After us kids were born, my siblings four and five years after me, she caught dad cheating on her a couple of times and she said she finally had enough and threw him out. He moved away and even though he was forced to pay child support, we haven't seen him for years. The last we heard he was remarried and living in Alaska. I guess that's why Jeff was the main male figure in my life. My mom liked him but didn't trust any man. In high school, I was a cheerleader and belonged to at least a half a dozen clubs. I joined them just so I wouldn't have to go home every night and watch my brother and sister. I even belonged to all the choirs. I laughed when Jeff joined them also. He said he did it for me, that he was my protector; he always made me laugh. I loved my brother and sister but I had to watch them whenever mom was busy or had to work late. I was an honor student and even got a scholarship to Michigan State University. I was so happy that I would be living on campus. I finally had a chance to get out on my own. My mom wanted me to go to a college that was closer to home so I could still live at home. I knew I would never get out from beneath her wings if I did that. Looking back, it would have been the right decision to attend school locally. I was just too naive about worldly things. I ended up having to grow up fast and learned about life the hard way. I'll tell you more about this fiasco later. My senior year was a bit rough on me since Jeff had graduated the year before and enlisted for four years in the Air Force. Up until that year he was my friend and protector. When guys would hit on me he would set them straight. He must have gotten in a half dozen fights protecting me. Thinking back, he never lost any of them. I was mad at mom when she wouldn't let me go to the prom with Jeff his senior year. He ended up taking Lisa, a girl that had a crush on him. He dated her for a year or so and she always got mad when she saw him with me. We both told her we were just friends but she didn't believe us. I remember her saying to me, "You two are blind if you can't see it." Now I realize what she was saying. I figured I was the only eighteen-year-old virgin in high school after listening to the girls talk. Mom and I had the talks and she told me, "Sex isn't all it's cracked up to be. You'll find out when you're older. They start out telling you how much they love you and after they get into your pants a few times they look for greener pastures." I kept telling mom that just because she and dad didn't make it doesn't mean love isn't out there for me. I knew she meant well and was just trying to protect me. I wanted to find that special person that the movies say is out there for everyone. After arguing with mom for two months about my senior prom, she finally said I could go if the boy came to the house so she could meet him. The kicker was she would drop us off at the school and pick us up afterwards. We argued over and over about how silly I would look but she told me that was the only way I would be going. Matt who was on the baseball and football team asked me to the prom. I felt stupid telling him the rules set for me if I went to the prom. I couldn't believe he agreed to them. He stopped by and talked to mom and it was all set; I was going on my first date alone with a guy. I thought back and wondered why she didn't do this for Jeff and me. I know he would have gone along with it. Matt drove to my house and mom drove us to the school where the prom was being held. I have to mention I was quite giddy, especially after Matt told me how beautiful I looked. Mom and I went shopping for a dress. She let me pick it out, as long as it wasn't too revealing. I remember her saying, "Trina, you would look sexy in a potato sack, God help you. You sure have become a beautiful young woman." I could see tears in mom's eyes. It was probably one of the most tender moments I'd had with her. At the prom there was a food buffet set up. Everyone was going to eat first then there would be dancing. Matt smiled as he showed me off to his friends. I knew most of them since I was a cheerleader. When the dancing started some of his friends asked me to dance. Jeff and I used to dance together at the school dances. He never tried to paw at me or pull me close like these guys were doing; too close in my opinion. I felt like I was half dancing and half wrestling with these guys. I asked a couple of my girlfriends why the guys acted so weird. They told me that some of the guys were told I was probably a virgin and were teasing me. I told Matt about his friends putting their hands on my butt and he laughed. He said, "Trina, they are just kidding around, they don't mean anything by it." During our next slow dance, Matt moved his hand down to my butt and squeezed it. I figured he just did it as a joke seeing we had just talked about his friends doing it. He smiled at me and then it happened; he kissed me and squeezed my butt at the same time. I didn't know what to think. The odd thing was this was my first real kiss and I didn't feel anything. When he asked me if I liked it I didn't want to embarrass him and said, "Yes, it was nice." He did touch my butt a few more times but I asked him to please not do it in front of others. He did kiss me a few more times but I really didn't get anything out of it. I was actually happy when mom picked us up. It wasn't like I thought it would be. I did tell my mom I had a great time. I wasn't going to tell her the truth and let her hold it over me. I thought it would be a bit rough for the next few weeks until graduation. I tried to avoid Matt and his friends as much as possible. I felt it would be a bit awkward after kissing him at the prom and telling him I liked it, just to be nice. I received some great news. My best friend Jeff had been through basic training and then he went into special training for nearly nine months. He was coming home for a visit. Mom let him drive me to school but only to school. I still had to take the school bus home. I was so happy to see him. He showed up in his uniform the first day and a lot of my girlfriends came over to see him. I felt so proud of him. He took me to school every day and we spent evenings talking on the porch or in the house. I felt I loved him like a big brother but when he hugged me it felt different. I felt safe and comfortable. Our three weeks together flew by way too quickly. He did attend my graduation and the party mom threw for me. I wanted to spend more time with him but it was my party and I had a lot of friends and relatives attending. Jeff received his orders to go overseas into the war torn Afghanistan area. He said he waited to tell me because he didn't want to worry me and wanted me to enjoy my graduation. He was getting ready to leave when he leaned over and kissed me for the first time. I felt something; it wasn't like Matt at the prom. I felt warmth and I tingled all over. I figured it was because I was crying and my best friend was going to war. When he hugged me tight I felt like I was losing a friend. I cried as he drove away. Mom came out and hugged me. "That's why I didn't want you dating so young. It hurts when the one you love leaves you." I looked over at mom; was she right? Did I love Jeff? It was then I realized maybe I really cared for Jeff more than I had thought; I mean, more than just a big brother. He had never said anything to me outside of joking. I never took him seriously. Mom had noticed it but I never gave it much thought. I just considered him my best friend. As I watched him drive away, I truly began to miss him. **** Starting college: I started college and my mom gave me lecture after lecture about boys, and men. According to her, all they wanted was "in a girls pants". She sure carried a grudge. I was surprised that she actually dated after her divorce, which she did once in a while. I was now nineteen and thought I knew everything; boy was I wrong. When I started college, I heeded my mother's warning and spent most of my time studying. I guess her lectures sank in some but I still wanted to experience life. I did go out with my girlfriends and even danced with a few guys. When they tried a few of the hands on approach I explained to them that I wasn't interested. I should mention that I did correspond with Jeff while in college. I would tell him about my life or experiences in college and he would write me about his military life. He never talked much about actual combat. He said he didn't want to scare me. Neither of us mentioned anything about our love life. I didn't have much to tell but he did mention he met a number of women and how their lives and customs were different. He never did explain what he meant by that. He always told me to be careful and he missed me. We both signed our letters with, 'Love ya'. I did attend a few parties but were always with girlfriends. We were 'brainiacs' and didn't drink or pop pills. I danced with a few guys and some tried to grope me but I was able to keep it to a minimum. On one hand, I liked it but on the other, I could always hear my mother's voice. My girlfriends and I went to a Karaoke bar and we all decided to sing YMCA together. We had a lot of fun singing and dancing to the music. When we finished one of my friends told me I had a great voice. I told them I sang in a few different choirs at school and they asked me to sing a solo. I decided to do it, I liked to sing. It was funny but I thought about Jeff and how he said he liked to hear me sing. We sang in the choir together but he always asked me to sing a song when we were alone. Since he was on my mind, I asked the sound people if they had 'You Belong to Me' by The Dupree's. It was a song my mother taught me when she and I used to sing together. I guess it was from her generation and I never forgot it. They said they had it and I went on the stage and all I could think about was Jeff being away. It gave me the emotions needed to sing this song. I started singing and the audience became very quiet. See the pyramids along the Nile Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle Just remember, darling, all the while You belong to me. I put everything I had into the song and even had tears in my eyes. I honestly don't know why but I felt I was singing to my best friend, Jeff. Fly the ocean in a silver plane Watch the jungle when its wet with rain Just remember, till you're home again You belong to me. Everyone cheered and clapped for me when I finished. **** I went home the first summer after classes were over. Needless to say I got the third degree from my mother when I tried to explain to her that I thought I should be on the pill. A raging argument started with her calling me names. I told her I hadn't had sex but in case I did I didn't want a baby. The only nice thing about coming home was, I was happy to see my brother and sister. It was hard to believe I missed them, but I really did. I took them to the amusement park and to the Zoo. They were teenagers now and said mom started talking to them about dating. She changed the rules some and told them they could date when they turned sixteen. I guess mom was still learning too. After starting back to college for my second year I found out that Matt, my old prom date had transferred to the same college I attended. My girlfriends said how good looking they thought he was. We went out a couple of times and I had to warn him about his hands. "You're just so damn beautiful and I've wanted you ever since high school. It's hard to keep my hands off of you," said Matt. I have to admit I loved the attention. It was fun kissing him knowing my friends were jealous. I knew I would probably have sex with him eventually; I had to give it up someday. When I went home for the holidays I went to the doctor and got birth control pills. I didn't say anything to my mom. The doctor told me to start taking them the day after my next period ended, which I did. When I went back to school after New Years, I took my first pill. Now I felt I was ready for sex. I forgot to take it the second day. Two days later there was a big after holiday party and Matt asked me to go. The only thing I usually drank at parties was wine coolers. I had no problem handling them and I was still underage for drinking. After my second drink, Matt handed me a pill. He told me it would make me happier and feel better. He took one and so did everyone else at our table. I didn't want to be a prude and so I took it. It wasn't long before Matt started kissing me and I wanted more. He was rubbing my butt and boobs when we danced. I didn't care; it felt good and I could see I wasn't the only one having fun. I did ask Matt not to do it so much in front of everyone and he took me to another room that had a large couch. He pulled me to the couch and he quickly slipped his hand between my legs and rubbed my thighs and my pussy outside of my jeans. I was a bit high and didn't stop him. He took it as a go ahead and unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand inside of my panties. It was the first time any man had touched me there; it felt good and I decided it was time to experience "making love." He saw that I wasn't objecting and smiled at me. He reached down and pulled off my jeans as well as my panties. I lay there with my legs together, not sure whether or not to spread them for him. Matt then got between my legs, pulling them apart. I felt his fingers at the opening to my pussy, pulling my lips apart. Then I felt the head of his cock at my opening, slowly pushing into me. Matt continued to slowly push his cock into me. I knew I was tight and thought it would begin to hurt, but Matt never pushed hard enough to make it more than a mild discomfort to me. I did feel a sting when my hymen broke, but the feeling changed quickly. I felt I was now a woman. I knew that Matt was buried fully in me. "God, that feels good Baby," said Matt. "You really were a virgin," he said when he saw the blood. His tongue found mine as he kissed me deeply. He began to hump more, drawing his cock out slowly, and then pushing it back in. The initial discomfort I felt passed, and I noticed that it felt good to have my pussy so completely filled especially around the very sensitive areas of the lips to my pussy. Matt's humping continued, drawing his cock out and driving it back in. He continued to kiss me even more with his tongue exploring my mouth. I was beginning to get into the sex and my hips began moving in response to Matt's thrusting. That caused Matt's humping to become faster and more aggressive. I continued to enjoy the sensation of having Matt in me, a feeling which totally surprised me. I kissed Matt back, at first tentatively sticking my tongue in Matt's mouth, but becoming more aggressive, ramming it into his mouth as roughly as I could, knowing that would further excite him. And it did, his humping became stronger as he rammed his cock in and out of me. I tried to meet his thrusting as best as I could, but he was fucking me so hard now, it was hard for me to match him stride for stride. "Oh Baby, I'm gonna cum," he said as he continued to pound his cock into me. My hips continued to rise to meet his as he rammed it into me. I felt his cock swell in me; it felt so good. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Godddddddddddddddd" came from Matt as he slammed his cock into me. I felt him spasm on top of me, and his body shook as he continued to ram his cock in and out of me. Then, for the first time in my life I felt cum hitting my insides as Matt shot his cum deep within me. He continued to shake on top of me, and I continued to feel him coming inside of me; his shaking slowed. He rolled off of me shortly after, saying, "You're quite a piece of ass. That was incredible." I was not quite sure how to take that, but said "Thank you. I really enjoyed it too." I wondered why I said that, but knew that I had at least two orgasms and I thought how wrong my mother was. I loved it and couldn't wait till I had sex again. We sat side by side on the couch for a while, and I wondered if we would now get dressed and go back to the party. Then I felt Matt take my hand and place it on his cock. I knew he wanted to have sex again. This time I wouldn't be as nervous and I would really let myself go. I caressed his cock with my hand, and it began to grow. It occurred to me that it was exciting to be able to turn a man on. It was the first time I had ever had a man's cock in my hands and it felt good. I turned around and got on my knees in front of Matt so that I could use both hands on him. I caressed his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. He continued to grow and was soon erect; I was hot and ready for him to fuck me again but for some reason I had to taste his cock. I know it sounds weird but I've always heard about blow jobs and decided it was my time to try it. I wiped his cock off with a tissue then slowly brought my lips to the head of his cock. I remember him saying, "Watch your teeth now Baby, just suck the head a little." I did what I was told and found it turned me on. I was sucking his cock but still felt like I was in control. After a few minutes of sucking on the head of his cock he said he was ready to go again. "Why don't you get on top this time," said Matt. He sat on the couch and I straddled his thighs and mounted him. With his hand he guided his cock into my pussy inserting the head. I let my body slide down on his cock until it was again buried deep in me. As I leaned forward, I kissed him again and again deeply and aggressively. I felt his arms go around me and his hands rested on my ass. "You are going to have to do most of the work this time. I can't move much under you." said Matt. In response, I began to hump on him, still kissing him deeply. He was not as hard or large as before, but he still filled me up and it felt good. Matt pulled my ass to him as I humped into him. Surprising myself, I found that I wanted to make Matt come again; it gave me a feeling of power. Katrina Ch. 01-02 "Fuck me Matt, fuck me hard." My words caused Matt's intensity to build quickly. His hands began to pull my ass into him and his bucking under me became aggressive, and I knew he was about to come again. As Matt began to ejaculate, he humped up into me so hard that my ass was thrown into the air. He bucked under me several times, each time almost throwing me off of him, but I held on tight. Our humping slowed and stopped when he shot his second load into me. I rolled off of Matt and grabbed some tissues off the end table and jammed them between my legs. We sat there, side by side, not talking, but letting our breathing and heart rates get back to normal. Matt pointed to a restroom and I gathered up my clothes and ran to it. As I cleaned up I found that I wasn't ashamed. It felt good and I felt like a woman. I guess my mother missed the boat on this one. I liked the sex and wished I wouldn't have believed my mother and waited so long. Matt and I went back to the party and he told me I was now his woman. I had to wonder if everyone else could see the difference in me. I came to this party a virgin and left as a woman and with a boyfriend. **** A little information about Matt. He was popular in high school and came from a wealthy family. I have never met his parents even though Matt had taken me to the prom. They had moved to Pennsylvania after Matt graduated so he could play sports at Penn State. He was red shirted his first year which meant he didn't play and according to Matt he was pissed and that's why he decided to switch colleges. His parents still live in Pennsylvania and send him an allowance to live on each month. He is an only child. We became a couple after our first time together. We would get together about three times a week and have sex. I don't remember us doing much of anything else other than going to parties and making love. Looking back, its funny calling it love. I don't believe either of us ever really loved each other. I believe we were both in lust and loved the sex. Matt was my first and I'm pretty sure he hasn't been with a lot of women before me; at least that's what he told me. As I mentioned we were only together a few days a week. I was in the nursing program and it took a lot of my time. Matt was in some type of sports therapy along with playing sports. I wrote to Jeff each month but never told him about Matt. I really don't know why. I did mention to my mom that I dated Matt but that's all I told her. The thing is I liked the sex but was also concentrating on getting my degree in nursing. I was going for a two year RN degree and then was going to continue on and get a four year degree or at least take special courses for better positions in nursing. I was planning on going the whole year including the summer if necessary. I thought I could get through sooner and then all Hell broke loose. I missed my period. At first I thought it was because I was on the pill. I started a new month's supply and was still taking them but didn't have my period. I went to the nurse at college and explained it to her. She took out a pregnancy kit and tested me. She shook her head and looked at me. I know I looked nervous. "You're pregnant," she told me. "According to what you told me I would have to guess about two and a half months." I explained to her that I was on the pill and she explained that it usually takes a least a week for the pills to take effect. If I had sex the first day after taking one, it wouldn't have done much good. I sat down and cried. I thanked her and she wished me luck. That Saturday I told Matt and he looked both scared and concerned. "What are you going to do?" he asked me. "I don't know! I'm not going to abort our baby, so I guess I'll have him or her." I didn't even know the sex of the baby yet. "Will you be willing to help me out? It is your child too." "Look Trina, I love you but this is so sudden. I don't know what my parents will even say. All the money I have, my parents give to me. You can move into my apartment till we figure out what to do. I want to do what's right for you and the baby. Besides I love making love to you," he smiled at me. We did move in together and shared his apartment. I knew I would have to tell my mother sooner or later. When I went home for Easter I was hardly showing. Most people would just think I put on a few pounds but it didn't fool my mother. When I walked into the house she looked at me and then at my mid section. Her smile turned to a stern but sad look. "How far along are you?" she asked. Being a nurse I should have known she would have noticed. I was hoping to break it to her gently. I had tears in my eyes and told her probably about four months. "Mom, I'm going to keep the baby. It isn't the baby's fault I'm stupid." I was figuring on getting the third degree but instead, Mom hugged me. She had tears in her eyes and said, "I'll do my best to help you through this, Trina. Do you know who the father is?" "Mom, the only man I have ever been with is Matt. Honest, I did get on the pill behind your back but had sex too soon before they became effective." "So, what are your plans as far as school goes? Are you going to drop out?" "No, I'm going to get my degree even though I have to go through part of the summer. I moved in with Matt to save on expenses. I'm not sure what's going to happen next. Maybe we'll get married, I don't know yet." Chapter 2: I had moved into Matt's apartment. He said he wanted to do right by me and the baby. I wasn't totally sure what he meant by that and was a little afraid to ask. I did ask him if he told his parents about us and he hesitated and said the timing wasn't right but he would tell them soon. Matt and I had sex almost every night but things were changing. He had me go down on him more often and afterwards just fucked me. I usually came but he didn't seem as interested in me. He did tell me that he missed my nice shape and was leery about having sex with me and hurting the baby. I told him at least a dozen times that the doctor said it was fine to make love, it wouldn't hurt the baby. The bigger I got the less time Matt paid any attention to me. I knew it wasn't going well between us but I did my best to hold it together. I continued my education and got my two year degree in nursing. By then I was really huge and Matt always made excuses for not having sex. To be honest, my back ached a lot and I really didn't care if we made love or not. I didn't see Matt much. He was spending a lot of his time at football practice when he wasn't in class. I didn't want to argue with him because I figured this was hard on him also. **** Meeting Matt's parents: Back in my sixth month of pregnancy we got a visit from Matt's parents. They were shocked when they found me at the apartment that they were paying for. Matt wasn't home at the time when I answered the door. "Who are you and what are you doing in our son's apartment?" asked Matt's mom Mrs. Balo. I was tongue-tied for words at first but then explained to them that I was Matt's girlfriend Trina Whiting. They asked where Matt was and I explained to them that he had summer football practice and would hopefully be home within the hour. They must have asked me a thousand questions and I tried to answer them truthfully. I explained to them when I was due but that Matt and I haven't made any plans yet. Thank God, Matt arrived home and was shocked when he saw his parents. "I can explain," said Matt. "I was going to tell you but just didn't find the right time," he said to his parents. "Right time!" said Mrs. Balo. Her husband didn't do much talking but just listened to what everyone was saying. "The girl is six months pregnant and you've been home three times in the last three months and you couldn't find the right time to tell us?" "I'm sorry Mom." "Sorry doesn't cut it Matt. What could you possibly have been thinking?" She looked at me and asked if they could be alone with Matt. I told them that I would take a walk and come back in about a half hour. I went to the library and was trying to read a book about child birth but mostly just sat there wondering what all they might be talking about. When I returned Matt was sitting on the couch looking rather dejected. "So, what's going on," I asked. His parents were gone. "I tried to explain to them that you moved in here so I could help take care of you and the baby. They laughed at me and said I couldn't even take care of myself and I should think twice about staying with you." "So, what did you say to them?" "That, I was trying to do the right thing. They said they would give you fifteen thousand dollars if you had an abortion." "What! What kind of parents are they? They want me to kill our baby, their grandchild? No way will I ever do it. I'll raise this baby on my own first. What did you say to them?" "I told them that I know you wouldn't do it and would have the baby. They told me if I married you that they would cut me off completely. There is no way I could afford to live here and go to college. They asked me if I was even sure the baby was mine. I told them I was pretty sure." "What do you mean 'pretty sure'? Did you tell them I was a virgin and you were the only man I've been with?" "Yes, but they just smirked at me and said before I signed any parental papers that I should be sure." I knew they were telling him to get a DNA test before admitting anything. I really felt down but Matt did tell me that he told them that we were going to live together at least till the baby was born. I knew he was between a rock and a hard place and I didn't want to push the issue anymore for now. To say I was worried about my future with Matt would be an understatement. **** I kept in touch with my mom but didn't tell her about Matt's parents visiting. The bigger I got the more Matt stayed away from me. He even went to a few parties and I stayed home. I do believe he was ashamed of me. I was the good looking cheerleader and now a big overweight whale. In my eight month I got a call from Matt's mother. I couldn't believe it when she said she wanted to see me. She did say she didn't want Matt to know that we were meeting. When I asked her what this was about she told me she had some private and very personal things to tell me. I did agree to meet with her at a small diner on campus. When she arrived we ordered some tea. She looked at me and probably thought I looked like a blimp. "What is it you wanted to say to me?" I asked. "First I want to apologize for my behavior the last time we met. It takes two to get pregnant and I was blaming only you. Matt, is our only child and we want the best for him. He has two years to go in college to finish. His dad has a place for him in his firm but he has to get a degree. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "You need to know that you're not the first girl that Matt got pregnant." I must have looked shocked, because I was. "The reason Matt transferred to this college had nothing to do with football other than he was offered a scholarship here also. He was red shirted at Penn State but the reason he transferred was he got a girl pregnant. When he told us he didn't love her but was just having sex, we intervened. We gave her fifteen thousand dollars. She aborted the baby and kept the rest of the money. "Matt had to get out of the university or take a chance on possibly losing his scholarship. That's why he transferred here. Now you know why we reacted the way we did to your pregnancy. It was déjà vu all over again." "Mrs. Balo, this is Matt's baby and he can wait till it's born and run a DNA test. I'm not out to hook Matt or ruin his scholarship. I'm going to finish the semester out and get my degree. What happens after that, I don't know. Whether you like it or not I'm having my baby." I got up and left the diner. I got back to the apartment and cried. I really didn't know what my future would be. A week later I got my degree. I didn't even go to the ceremony. I went to my counselor's office and she handed it to me. She even smiled at me for finishing. I was one of the top students in my class. I called my mother and told her I got my degree from the counselor. Mom was mad at me and said I should have crossed the stage; I had earned it. She was going to take time off and bring my brother and sister to the graduation. It was a couple of weeks later when my water broke while Matt was at practice. I called his cell phone but he didn't answer so I left a message. I called my mom and she said to call an ambulance and get to the hospital. She was leaving to come be with me. I was in labor for nearly six hours. My mom arrived at the hospital and stayed with me. The baby was born before Matt even showed up. We had a beautiful baby girl. Mom cried as she held her grandchild. After Matt showed up he apologized and said he never checked his messages. Mom didn't buy it and gave him a dirty look. They came in to get information for the birth certificate and Matt said not to put his name on it till he received his DNA test back. It really pissed me off but he said he promised his parents he'd wait till the DNA reports came back. I was surprised that it would take at least two weeks. On TV they did it in a couple of hours. Thank God Mom wasn't in the room when Matt said that. I know she would have told him off. The one thing Mom has always been is protective of us kids. Mom stayed at a motel and came over every day for the first week to help me with Alecia. That's what I named my baby girl; she was so beautiful. Mom helped me with baby clothes and diapers. Matt rarely was home the whole week Mom stayed. I missed her when she left to go back home. It's the closest we have ever been. I was so wrong about her. She was there when I needed someone. Matt was never around. It was always one practice or another; any excuse he could make to not be with me and the baby. We got the tests back and needless to say, he was the father. It was almost a month later before he told his parents. I knew our relationship was coming to an end. We hadn't had sex since before the baby was born. In my last month of pregnancy we had oral sex with me doing the giving and him receiving. He wouldn't go down on me but he did finger me. I had gotten a stay at home job after I graduated. I did billing for the hospital near the university. It gave me time to be home with Alecia as well as making a few dollars to help with the things she needed. I also exercised at home to get rid of the baby bump. The following week Matt said he was going to a party and I told him I was going too. He asked about the baby and I told him my Mom was coming to get her and watch her for a week. It would give us a chance to talk. He didn't say anything. I was looking pretty good for a woman who had a baby a little over a month ago. I thought maybe Matt would notice and we might have a chance. At the party I drank wine coolers and Matt was talking to a couple of his friends. I saw them grin and then Matt disappeared. This house where the party was held was huge. I sat and waited for Matt to return. His friends asked me to dance; at first I refused. They brought me a couple of wine coolers and started talking to me. I was at least happy to have someone to talk to. I was becoming a little giddy and eventually I danced with Tony and Brad. They were both on the football team and I knew them from when I was in college. I never socialized with them since I was always with Matt. Brad was white and Tony was black but told everyone he was Hawaiian. It was ok on the fast songs but they tried to grope me during the slow ones. At least they backed off when I told them, "No! I wasn't interested." They sat back down with me and as I drank my wine cooler; things began to feel a little more 'fuzzy.' I wondered if they put something in my drink. I asked them if they knew where Matt was, that I wasn't feeling the best. They said they would take me to him. Tony put his arm around my waist and walked me to a room in the back. When they opened the door there was Matt fucking one of my old friends. He looked at us and said, "Get out of here and close the fucking door." There he was, my so called boyfriend, fucking another woman. I asked Brad if we would drive me home since I wasn't feeling the best. Brad walked back in the room and got the car keys from Matt. He said, "Matt would hitch a ride home. He was too busy to leave now." I was crying and they did their best to consol me. When we arrived at the apartment I could hardly walk straight. Brad held on to me and Tony opened the door. I knew I was out of it but wasn't sure why. Everything was fuzzy and I couldn't think straight. I thought I heard Brad say, "I can't believe Matt is cheating on a nice piece of ass like you." He leaned over and kissed me. Tony started unbuttoning my blouse. I remember saying. "We shouldn't be doing this," but I wasn't putting up much of a fight. Before I knew it they had my blouse and bra off and Brad kept kissing me and Tony was sucking on my tits. It felt good; it had been a long time since Matt had touched me. One of the two, I'm not even sure which one, undid my jeans and slid the zipper down. Brad slipped his hand down in my panties and I heard him say, "Damn! This bitch is wet. I think she's enjoying this." He stood up and pulled off my jeans. I didn't even try to stop him. All I could think of was two can play the same game. Matt was fucking my old friend and I was going to fuck his. They walked me to the bedroom and quickly slipped off their clothes. Tony was between my legs and said, "I want to be the first one to fuck her," and slipped off my panties. He rubbed his black cock against my pussy and slowly pushed it in. "Ever had a black cock before Bitch?" he said to me. I couldn't understand why they kept calling me a bitch. I was a good person. I answered him by saying, "I thought you were Hawaiian," and then said, "I've never been with anyone but Matt. I thought black guys were supposed to be bigger, but you're not." I guess I pissed Tony off and he started pumping into me really hard. It felt good but did hurt a little. Brad had laughed at my remark to Tony and put his cock to my lips. I sucked Matt's cock enough that I knew what to do. I grabbed his cock at the base and took it in my mouth. I didn't want him trying to jam it down my throat. "Damn!" said Brad. "She is good. I wonder why Matt set her up like this." I was being fucked hard by Tony and sucking Brad's cock. I actually liked it since it's been so long since Matt and I had sex. I wondered what they meant by being set up. I found out very soon. As I was cumming and Tony was shooting his load in my pussy Matt came in the door with his girlfriend. "You fucking slut. So, you've been fucking my friends behind my back. He took his cell phone and snapped off a quick half dozen pictures. That's what they meant by being set up. "I want you the fuck out of my apartment by tomorrow. If you're not I'll post these pictures all over campus. Come on Julie," he said to his friend. "You're my witness if she causes any trouble. I'll stay at your place tonight." He walked out and didn't say a thing to his friends. Tony had fucked me and had pulled out after Matt left. Brad pulled out of my mouth after the first couple of pictures. The thing is, he was still hard and got between my legs and fucked me. I didn't say a word as he came hard in my pussy. "We're sorry," said Brad, "But Matt's our teammate. The best thing for you to do is go home. For what it's worth, you didn't deserve this." Tony and Brad got dressed and left. I lay there in a daze from whatever they gave me. I fell asleep and when I woke up I was hoping it was all a dream but with me laying there naked and cum coming out of my pussy, I knew it really happened. I knew it would be useless to fight because he had the evidence and I knew Tony and Brad wouldn't rat on him. Katrina Ch. 01-02 I got up and took a shower and started getting my things together. I made the call to my mom and told her I was coming home. I would explain everything when I got there. I packed my things and Alecia's stuff in my little car. It looked like I was a woman who lived out of her car. I kept asking myself, where do I go from here? The good thing is I had my baby and a mother that's been around the block and knew what to do. End of chapter 2 Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear