First Time Out


My divorce had been final for a year. I caught my husband cheating
on me and decided I just couldn't live with it. Someone a little
older might have forgiven him, but I was only 23. I had a three
year old daughter and for the last year, I have barely had a
life to myself. I moved away from my husband and found a really
great job in Dallas. I knew with the new job, I would have no
problem supporting myself and my little girl. The only thing
that now really bothered me was my personal life. I had none.

My name is Karen and after living and working in Dallas for 
about six months, I still had no real close friends. I had many
people at work that I knew and chatted to, but nobody I could
really call a close friend. I was just so busy at work that I
didn't have time to go out to lunch with the girls or anything
like that. Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore. It had
been over a year and a half since I had been out on the town.
I was now a very lonely woman with a small child that I loved
very much. One night while I was home by myself, I just lost
it and cried because I was so lonely. I decided right then and
there that I would have to do something to change my dreadful
personal life. I didn't want to be at home every night all alone.
I felt my youth was passing me bye and I was missing everything.

That weekend I made a point of doing yard work and when my
neighbor came out, I went right over and introduced myself. I
had seen her before, she was about ten years older then I was
but we never really spoke. This was going to be the start of me
meeting more people and getting out more often. I found out my
neighbors name was Candy and she had been married for about 
fifteen years now. Her husband's name was Mike and he worked for
a large telephone company as their plant supervisor. Me and Candy
talked for a good 30 minutes then she surprised me by inviting me
and my daughter over for dinner. Normally I probably would have
made some excuse up, but now that I was looking for a more active
lifestyle, I quickly accepted her invitation.

That evening at dinner I found both Candy and Mike to be very fun
people. Even with them being close to ten years older then me,
they never let it bother them, so I didn't let it bother me. As
we were about to call it a night, Candy asked me if I'd like to
go out and celebrate their 15 year anniversary tomorrow night.
They had reservations at a very popular night club and they were
going to go alone, but both Candy and Mike thought I'd be great
fun. At first I didn't want to barge in, after all, it was their
anniversary and I just met them tonight. But both of them wouldn't
take no for an answer. I finally just said yes which make Candy
and Mike very happy. I didn't let them know, but it probably
meant more to me then it did them. I now rushed home and started
planning on how to get someone to watch my daughter.

The next day I heard a knock on the door and when I answered it,
there was Candy. She came in and we started chatting about how
fun the night was going to be. She gave me the names of some of
her babysitters and together we called a couple of them until we
found one willing to baby-sit tonight. We then really started to
get to know one another. For about an hour we chatted, listened
to the TV, and finally had a bite to eat for lunch. The talk
finally got around to tonight and Candy asked what I was wearing.
I really had not thought about it. I told her I had not been out
on the town in nearly a year and a half. I wasn't really sure
what to wear out. Candy laughed and pulled me up from the 
couch. She told me to take her to my bedroom and we'd work up
an outfit together. It sounded like fun so I guided her to my
room and we looked thru my closet. 

Candy looked hard but everything said business woman. I really
didn't have any fun "go out to the clubs" clothing. Candy 
finally told me this wasn't going to work. Then she asked my
dress size and when told her, she got very excited. That was
her size too. She told me to get my makeup on tonight, then
at 6:00pm after the baby sitter showed up, just walk to her house
next door and I could wear some of her club outfits. Again at
first I had the feeling I should say thank you but NO. But Candy
and Mike had the same personality. They were very outgoing and
saying NO to them turned out to be something very hard to do.
Candy told me I couldn't go out in anything I had, not to her
wedding anniversary, so I was to be at her house at 6:00 ready
to party. I finally gave in and said OK. Candy told me to relax,
it would be a lot of fun picking outfits for tonight and getting
ready. That was half the fun of going out to the clubs.

When Candy left I did feel good about everything. I kept telling
myself that no matter what happened, I was going to start going
out more and having fun again. I knew I didn't like the lonely
nights at home and if I wanted them to end, I had to at least
make some type of attempt. Tonight would be my first try of 
doing just that. I had no way of knowing that Candy and her
husband were club goers for over ten years now. Usually at
least twice a month, they would go out and really have a good
time and the hottest and newest clubs. Tonight they were going
to go to a very country style club that was full of Texas
COWBOYS and their very loud personalities and egos. They had
never been to this club but they heard from many of their friends
that this club really rocked. 

At a little before 6:00 I started getting ready. I took a shower,
put on my makeup, then threw on a quick summer dress. I knew I
wouldn't be wearing it to the club, so I wanted something I could
change out of quickly. I heard the door bell ring and it was
the teenage girl that was going to baby-sit. We chatted for about
five minutes and I introduced her to my young daughter. I gave
her as much info as she needed then asked if she had any questions.
She asked when I would be home and I told her I wasn't sure. I
was going with Candy and her husband next door out dancing. The
girl seemed to know right away I would be out late. She had
baby-sit for Candy many times before. She said don't worry
about staying out late, she would sack out on the couch if it
got too late and her parents knew she might be there late. In
fact, she said her parents said if it was after midnight, it would
be best if I just slept on the couch and came home in the morning.

I sort of laughed and told her I didn't think I would be home
that late. But I told her if for some reason I was, she'd find
blankets in the hall closet. I knew deep down I'd be home much
earlier then that. I had never stayed out six hours or so at
a club. About four hours was the most me and my Ex ever stayed
out. I said goodbye to the babysitter and my daughter and then
walked next door to Candy's house. They were waiting for me and
couldn't wait to get their anniversary party started. Candy
guided me back to their bedroom and she closed the door behind
us. With Mike sitting in the living room waiting, both me and
Candy went thru her closet looking for what we were going to wear.
I noticed all of her clothes were fairly short and tight. Real
Club wear if you know what I mean.

Candy picked out two outfits and let me have my choice. They
both were fancy but sexy dresses. One was bright red and the
back was completely open. The other was a light blue and was
slit down the sides. After looking at the slits down the sides
of the short dress, I picked the one with the open back. I had
never worn anything like this before. Like Candy said earlier,
most my outfits were business looking type clothes. We both
slipped out of our clothes and I was about to slip the dress
over my head when Candy stopped me. She wasn't shy even one little
bit. She moved behind me, put her hand under my bra and slowly
unsnapped the button holding it together. She spoke up and said
this dress had a large open back, I couldn't wear a bra with it.
Suddenly there I was standing in front of Candy who I just met
yesterday, with my breasts right out in view. It made me feel
a little uncomfortable but I tried not to let it show.

I did quickly pull up the dress and then tried to zip it up.
I couldn't figure out how to make the dress zip up. I didn't
know it zipped up backwards. Instead of zipping from the bottom
up, it zipped from the top down. Candy gave me a hand and I
didn't even see how she zipped the dress on me. It was so quick
I just thought she zipped it up normally. She then let me look
over her shoes and she knew exactly which pair went with this
dress. Even though our dress sizes were the same, our feet sizes
were different. She was about a size larger then me. But Candy
had been around this type of dressing much more then I had. She
went into the bathroom, brought back a handful of paper tissue,
and stuffed the toes of both shoes with the tissue. When I tried
them on, they fit very nicely and I couldn't even feel the tissue
in the toes. 

Candy got dressed and she grabbed her perfume and sprayed herself
down. She then walked over to me and suddenly my body was covered
with the nice smelling aroma. I looked at myself in the mirror
and I did look HOT. In fact, it was much hotter then I wanted to
look. The skirt was tight and short and the heels made me stand
about an inch higher. They weren't the thin pointed heels which
I was happy about, they were the large platform shoes that made
it much easier to walk in. I really didn't get to see the back
of my outfit in the mirror. The dress was really flashy and
very sexy in the back. The entire back was wide open and the
top of the dress at my waist level just barely came above my
small pink undies that I had on. It was very low in the back and
of course everyone knew I couldn't be wearing any type of bra.
Again, this was a first for me. I never went out without a bra.
It just wasn't something I had ever needed to do before.

We both walked out and giggled as we strutted down the hall. When
we walked into the living room, Mike was there waiting and he
quickly made comments about how cute we both were. Candy went over
and gave him a huge hug and kiss and then we all left for the
club. It took us a little while to get there but we arrived 
around 7:00pm. Mike had to pay $10.00 to get in but all ladies
were allowed to enter for free. And there was something else that
would make the night very different, it cost guys to drink but
anything a girl wanted, it was free. All free drinks tonight for
both me and Candy. We were there early and with it only being
7:00, we had no way of knowing how wild this place would be in
a few hours. Of course we started drinking and since drinks were
free, Candy decided each round for us would be something different.

I thought to myself that I had not gone out drinking in about
two years. I never was a POWER drinker but I did like to drink
a couple drinks when I use to go out. I can't even describe all
the fun that we started having. I really needed this night out
and I decided to enjoy myself the best that I could. Every twenty
minutes, the waitress would come around and it was Candy that
was ordering the drinks. They only had to pay for Mike's, so they
ran a tab and she tried every little drink she had ever heard of.
Some I liked, some I didn't. But before the next drink came, it
was a small rule they made that you had to down what was left of
your prior drink. I didn't even see it coming. I was having fun
playing pool, drinking, and telling jokes with my new found
friends that lived next door to me. But the alcohol was quickly
overtaking my body that was not use to all this drinking. I also
didn't know how FRIENDLY I became when I drank. Of course my
Ex husband knew because we went out drinking at least once a
month, but he never mentioned it to me while we were married.

For over two hours we drank and played pool. At exactly 9:30,
the live band started and it was a country music band that played
very fast country music. I didn't notice it but the place was
started to pack them in. I stayed at the pool table while Mike
took Candy dancing, but when they got back Candy told Mike to
take me out next. I didn't want to put them out like that but
Candy was serious about this. Me and her were sharing drinks,
sharing playing pool, and for tonight, we would share dances.
She would dance a song with Mike, then I would. I really felt
awkward the first dance. It had been so long and I was dancing
with someone else's husband. But after the second dance, I just
relaxed and went along with the flow of things.

We never stopped having fun for the first four hours we were 
there. I didn't even know it was already 11:00pm. But now all
the alcohol had kicked in full strength. I was drunk, Candy was
drunk, and Mike was about half way there. With our drinks being
free, we drank many more potent cocktails then Mike did. We went
and sat down in our booth to take a breather and I got in first,
then Mike pushed in, then Candy pushed him hard towards my side
of the bench. Suddenly we were all pinned right there together
and laughing up a storm. Mike threw his arms around both of us
and suddenly it was like my Ex husband was there. I laid my
head on his shoulder and so did Candy. For the next hour we
stayed in our booth drinking and telling jokes and stories.
I was now so far past the point of no return. And I was still
lifting the alcohol to my lips. Out of nowhere a young cowboy
looking guy came up and asked me to dance. 

I didn't know what to say. Candy fixed that. She said we would
all go dance. We were on the dance floor and dancing before I
knew what was happening. It was a fast song and I danced with
the guy that I just saw for the first time about three minutes
ago. The song finally ended but another song started right back
up. It was a slow song and when I looked Candy and Mike were
slow dancing together. I was about to walk back to my table when
an arm pulled me close and I found myself tucked into the arms
of the young cowboy. If I had my normal thoughts about me, I 
would not have danced this dance with him, but I was so drunk I
just hung on as he danced me around the floor. He had me pulled
in about as close to him as he could get me. I never put up a
fight, in fact, it felt really good to be held by a man again.
I just closed my eyes and wasn't even sure how long I had been
dancing.

When I finally came to my senses some, Mike and Candy were already
sitting down and the new friend I had just met was escorting me
back to the table. Candy and Mike were busy now with each other.
Mike still wasn't completely drunk but Candy was as drunk as I
was. Mike was taking full advantage of the situation. This time
I wasn't seated at Mike and Candy's table. The young cowboy
walked me two tables past theirs and sat me down at his empty
table. Immediately he ordered a couple drinks and pulled me close
to him. I could have complained and gotten up. This would have
been what I would have done under normal circumstances. but I
just laid my head on his shoulders and just sort of sat there
next to him. Our drinks came and after it was put into my hand,
my body just took over. I pushed it up to my lips and drank the
alcohol down. I didn't even know it was a double rum and coke.
I just drank it like I did the drinks earlier.

There wasn't a lot of talk going on now. I was past the talkative
point and was just holding on for dear life. While Candy and
Mike made out in their booth, I was taken to dance a couple 
different times. Then finally the guy made his move and I found
my lips pressed tightly into his. My mind and body just went
along with everything. It felt good and I started dreaming I
was back with my husband at one of our favorite clubs. I kissed
my man back hard and the cowboy noticed how receptive I was to
his advances. For the next half hour, Candy and Mike made out
in their booth, Me and my unknown Cowboy made out in is booth.
It was now around 12:30 at night. Candy had to be as drunk as I
was. Mike wanted to get her home and have some fun. They came over
to my table but Candy was barely holding on to Mike. 

Mike walked up to me and the guy I was with and he quietly said
they were leaving and was I ready to go. The cowboy had a worried
look on his face and he looked at me and then told me he would
take me home. Any woman knew better to say ok to this, but I
didn't say a word. Mike looked at me and really wanted to leave.
He sort of got in my face and asked me if I wanted to stay. I
don't know why my body or mind did it, but my head shook up and
down yes. I thought I was with my husband, that's how gone I was.
Mike wasn't going to argue with me, he had another agenda he
was trying to take care of. He said goodnight and helped his very
drunk wife out their car. He drove her home and for about an 
hour he had his way and enjoyed their anniversary like he had
hoped he would. They then both turned over and passed out for the
night.

But to my misfortune, I was now totally plastered and in the arms
of a guy who I didn't even know his name. His attack on me slowly
got more involved and soon his hands were on my knees then further
up my legs. I was lip locked with him and kissing him back as
passionately as I could. I really did think it was my husband. I
remembered the anniversary and my mind played tricks and I thought
it was my anniversary with my husband. The young cowboy now knew
my first name only. He had heard Mike call me Karen when he asked
me if I wanted to leave. Now the cowboy could use my name and
that even made me believe it more that it was my husband sitting
beside me. The young guy next to me knew I was very drunk but
he didn't know how far he could push me. His hands slowly
worked their way up my legs and when they lightly brushed my
thin pink undies, it caused a sudden jolt of energy to shoot all
over my body. A loud sigh came out of my lips but I didn't reach
down and move the guys hand. He knew immediately that I wasn't
going to put up a fight.

He never pulled his lips from mine but his fingers slowly pushed
the thin sides of my undies out of the way and he found my now
very wet pussy. Once he touched me for the first time, the river
of hot creme started to pour for my pussy lips. His fingers were
like magic and I felt so good in his arms. My eyes never opened
and I didn't even understand we were in a club booth and people
were all around. All I knew was how great it felt to have someone
holding me and touching me. It was like one of my dreams where
I would think of my Ex and some of the good times we did have
together. These dreams were becoming more frequent as I really
missed having someone to be with me. Now again I felt like I was
in a dream, but this was REALITY! It was really happening to me.

It was awkward and hard to the guy to really feel up my pussy. My
undies were too tight and he had to keep moving them out of the
way. He finally just decided to get rid of the problem all 
together. He pushed one hand up under my short dress and found
the top edge of my panties. He started to tug on them and slowly
he got that side down to the middle of my ass cheeks. Then he
switched sides and started tugging on my panty tops again. Once
he got them moving, they too came down over my hips and once they
were even with the other side, about halfway down my butt, they
suddenly just let loose and they were just hanging on my legs.
The guy could easily use one hand, he let them drop down my
legs and they ended up resting on my ankles. He picked up one
leg at a time then he saw the undies just laying on the floor.
He didn't even try to pick them up, he left them there and pushed
my knees further apart.

He started kissing me again and his hands went quickly to the
hot cunt that he now knew was waiting for him. Of course the 
HOT CUNT belonged to me and his fingers had no trouble pushing
my pussy lips apart and he stuffed two of his fingers deep up
inside me. My pussy was soaking wet. His tongue on my tongue and
the feel of his hands on my pussy was doing a real job on me.
I was so turned on I could barely stand it. Suddenly he started
to get a little bored and when a slow song started, he lifted
me up out of the booth and took me to the dance floor. I had to
lean on him for every step. But once we got to the dance floor,
he pulled me in close and with his support, I had no trouble
moving around the floor.

My short little skirt was just long enough to keep my butt
covered. Even with my arms over his neck, my skirt was doing
the job and nobody knew I wasn't wearing any undies. But in
about twenty seconds, all this was going to change. The young
cowboy was playing with my ass thru my skirt when he felt the
zipper in the back of the dress. He moved up top to where the
zipper should be but to his amazement, there wasn't one there.
He looked down as he hand followed the zipper down the short
skirt and suddenly his hands found it. It was at the bottom of
my short skirt. He grabbed it in his hand and softly pulled up
on it. It moved quietly and very easily. He had never seen a
zipper that zipped up like this but he continued to put pressure
on the gold zipper and it slowly was working it ways higher up
the skirt. He didn't know how high it was but when his hand
moved the skirt a little open, his fingers were on the TOP
of my ass crack. Not halfway up, not a third the way up, he
had unzipped the dress so that my entire ass was there for
anyone to see.

This brought an instant stiff erection to the young guy. Sure he
had a small hard on playing with me up to now, but knowing I was
on the dance floor and on show for most the people there, well, he
now had a tent pole in his pants. I never moved from his shoulder
but he started kissing me and his hands split my skirt apart
and everyone that was watching, saw my tight little ass as he
rubbed it and pushed my skirt even more open so that more people
could see. Suddenly the cowboys all around became very active.
They were never quiet type guys and the yells started going up.
I didn't even notice any of it but the dance stage became
crowded with guys and even a lot of their girlfriends. They all
loved seeing a hot sexy show and that's just what I was giving all
of them.

The band knew a good thing too so they kept the music going but
it became much more sexy in it's beat. The cowboy who was dancing
me around loved all the extra attention. He played to the crowd
and pulled the back of my dress open from time to time for all
the crowd to really see. The hooting and yelling became louder
and suddenly they were screaming for me to TAKE IT OFF! For the
next five minutes, the roar got louder, TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF.
I wasn't even being kissed anymore. I was just there on the guys
shoulder and he made a move that made the crowd go wild. He
again reached around me but he grabbed hold of the golden zipper
and looked at the crowd. About 100 people were there and it was
like a sex show going on. They screamed their approval and slowly
but steadily the zipper rose up the final two inches to the
top of my waist. With one last pull, the two sides of the zipper
let loose and the back of my dress fell completely open. The
only thing keeping it on my back were the two thing strings that
ran over my shoulders. It was totally undone in the back. 

I was again danced around like that and for about a minute the
crowd just roared but didn't really say anything. Then the chants
started again, TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF. The young cowboy had
nothing to loose so he pushed me just a little away from his
body. My eyes were closed and he took one arm at a time and let
the small thin string fall off my shoulder and off my arm. When
he did the second arm, that was it. My short sexy skirt that my
neighbor had let me borrow was suddenly on the floor. I only
had on her shoes. That was it. My ass, breasts, and pussy were
right there in the open and every cowboy there loved it. I
was danced around like that for about six minutes. The crowd
whistled and cheered and they couldn't have been more happy. I
was in no way taking in the seriousness of what was going on. Yes,
I was still awake, I was still conscience, but I was completely
out of it in every other way. I just sort of did whatever my
body was pushed to do.

Suddenly a lot of boo's came up. The cowboy had reached down
and started to put my dress back on me. He only zipped it up
about half way but suddenly he was walking me back to his table.
The crowd was in a frenzy. They all patted him on the back as
he walked by them and many were telling him what a hot show I
had just put on. Once we sat down, the guy with me became the
center of attention. Every cowboy came by to say hi and introduce
themselves. My head was on his shoulder and under the table his
fingers were again making my pussy extremely wet. In my mind I
just wanted to cum so badly. I was brought close a couple times
only for things to stop and my pussy and mind was aching for a
release. 

About twenty minutes later, I was pulled up and taken to the guys
restroom. It was a nice place and right before you walked into
the actual part of the restroom was a couch and a chair. It was
sort of like a smoking area where you could chat or talk. Why
anyone would want to sit right outside the men's restroom and talk,
well, nobody ever did, but the couch and chair was there. The
guy who I still hadn't even really seen, took me to the couch and
laid back down on it. Many had seen him come back there but
so far, nobody had followed him back there. It was now time for
the studly young cowboy to get what he wanted. He reached around
and unzipped the last couple of inches of the zipper, then slowly
guided the hot looking dress right off my body. He threw it over
to the chair that was there and for the first time, he got a
great look at my completely nude body. He reached down and took
off the last little evidence of clothing on my body. The platform
shoes were thrown over on my dress and I was completely naked
before the stranger that now had complete control over me.

It took him about 30 seconds to unzip his pants, pull my legs up
high over his shoulders and then pushed his thin but very long
dick up inside my wet moist pussy. I had not had sex in about
18 months or so. When his dick slowly pushed open my tight lips
and slid up inside me, it took all my breath away. As soon as
he was ball's deep inside me, I heard my name being called thru
my closed eyes. Fuck me Karen, Fuck me good little girl. My mind
picked up on it and I wanted to be fucked as bad as the cowboy
wanted to fuck me. My body started to move in rhythm with his
thrusts and I rode him as hard and fast as I could. The young
guy couldn't believe how hot I was and how much I was helping
him fuck me. He didn't know anything about me, but I was letting
him fuck me right there in the club. I pushed my body forward
and backward as I kept hearing my name. Fuck me Karen. Fuck me
harder Karen. It's all the cowboy knew about me, my first name.

He lasted maybe two minutes. And it was something he felt that
really pushed him over the top. MY ORGASM! My entire body shook
and a huge groan came out of my lips. I begged him to fuck me
and never stop. I was sure I was talking to my husband but I
was still in never never land. The young stud stiffened his back,
pushed deep inside my orgasming pussy, and flooded my pussy with
all the sperm his balls could pump into me. Back when I was
married, I was on the pill the entire time after the birth of
our first baby girl, but over a year ago, I stopped taking them.
There was no reason to take them and I was going to let my body
have a break. Now suddenly, without ever even imagining it could
happen, my pussy was swimming with potent deadly sperm. I
wasn't protected in any way and only faith would decide if I
would get pregnant or not. Of course at this point I wasn't 
thinking of anything except the huge Orgasm I just had, but 
tomorrow I would be paying for every drink I took tonight. And I
took a lot of them.

When the young guy pushed up off my nude body, he heard laughing
right above him. There were two other guys that had watched the
entire show. The young guy didn't say a word, he just pointed to
me and walked out of the room. Suddenly, my owner for the night
had just changed for the second time. The young guy that said he
would give me a ride home left the bar and went home a happy man.
But I was still there completely nude on the couch right in front
of the men's room. Completely out of sight except for any guys
walking into the men's restroom. It was a perfect place for the
guy to have put me. None of these cowboys would ever report that
I was there. Before I could relax, I again felt my husband laying
on top of me and soon again my legs were high up over my head.
I wasn't that intent this time on Cumming again but I was fucked
hard for a good five minutes. I didn't even feel the second load
of cum and it flooded my pussy and pushed some of the other
guys sperm out of my pussy lips.

Suddenly the club knew something special was happening. The
club thinned out but it wasn't because people were leaving the
bar. Suddenly I had a crowd of guys around me and without helping
them at all, I was pulling what was known as a TRAIN. Many guys
one after another. It wasn't till about my fifth guy that one
of the guys watching went to my head and pushed his dick up
inside my mouth. It is so amazing how the mind works. I thought
it was my husband, even though I was being fucked at the same 
time. I knew it was our anniversary and I started giving him
a blow job that he would remember for a long time. Of course
every guy there saw my head bobbing of my own free will. They
all knew I was participating and nobody was forcing me to do
anything. There was more guys there then I could ever handle.
But I think for an hour I was there servicing which ever lucky
guy got to take his turn. I was really helping the cowboys and
then suddenly, I got very lucky.

A guy walked in that wasn't a cowboy. He watched and even though
he saw me helping some, he also noticed my eyes never opened and
it just didn't seem right to him. He actually had the nerve to
step in, stop things, and ask me if I was alright. When I couldn't
answer him, he knew. I was either drunk or drugged. He told all
the guys if they didn't want to end up in jail, they better leave
the club NOW. It scared most of them and just as quickly as it
started, it stopped. The guy couldn't believe what he was looking
it. I was a very cute girl but there was white gooey sperm all
over my body. He went into the bathroom, got a lot of wet paper
towels, and gave me a small bath right there. He finally to most
the goo off me and put me back in my dress and shoes. He didn't
find my undies because they were still under the table where me
and the first cowboy sat. But he did find out from one of the
waitresses where I was sitting and there in the booth was my
purse. Not one person had touched it.

He opened it and found my wallet. He pulled out my drivers 
license and got my address. It was around 2:30 in the morning
and he wasn't sure if I was married or not. He didn't know
anything about me. But he was kind enough to drive around till
he found my house. He really was afraid I might be married. 
He decided to quietly take me around to the back yard. He 
pulled a blanket out of the car and laid me down in a
reclining sun chair that was out there. He hated leaving me like
that but he didn't want to cause any trouble. He knew I already
had gone through a lot. He could have called the police, but he
decided to let me make that decision. I'm glad he did. I would
have never been able to live it all down.

At 7:00am in the morning the sun started to rise and it hit me
right in the eyes. At first I didn't know where I was. Then
when I got it all together, I suddenly realized I was in my
backyard. I didn't know how I got here, why I was here, or
anything else. I looked down and my short shirt was pulled up
to above my hips. I suddenly became shocked when I could see my
own pussy. Where was my undies. I started to shake and then I
did what most girls would probably do. I reached my fingers down
and touched myself on my pussy lips. I was still very wet and
gooey. I pulled my fingers back and knew it the instant I smelled
it. It was sperm. My stomach suddenly went into knots and I
had to stand up then I lost it. My entire contents of my stomach
came up and I threw up all over the back yard. My eyes teared
up and I couldn't for the life of me remember hardly anything.

I had to stand there and get over the terrible feeling now racking
my body. When I walked just a couple steps, my pussy ached like
it had really been fucked hard. I ended up throwing up one more
time. I felt terrible and had a very bad hangover. My head hurt
and I was crying as I walked around the front of my house and
pulled the house keys out of my purse. I walked in and had
forgot about the babysitter. She was there on the couch asleep
so I tiptoed into the bedroom and took off the short tiny dress
I wore last night. I jumped directly into the shower and it
was there I tried to push as much sperm out of me as I could.
I watched in horror as small globs kept falling out and running
down the drain. It was more then I had ever seen before. I racked
my brain but couldn't remember a thing about last night.

I was just about sick again but I think my stomach must have
been empty. I cried on the floor of the tub for twenty minutes
then the water started to get cold. I got out and dressed and
when I opened the bedroom door, the teenager that watched my
little girl was up and moving about. She mentioned she fell
asleep at 2:00am and I still wasn't home. I quickly told her I
got home right after that and she seemed to believe me. I asked
her how much she wanted and I felt so bad, I doubled it. Her
mom came and picked her up and I sat in the living room thinking
and crying. How could this have happened. I didn't even know who
I was with. I was praying it wasn't my next door neighbor. But
I didn't want it to be anybody. I knew I wasn't protected in any
way and my pussy was swimming with all the white pregnant making
sperm. I just kept praying for it to be my lucky day. Please
don't let me get pregnant, please.

For two hours I never moved, just tried to remember. Then the
doorbell rang. When I opened it there was Candy. She smiled and
sort of winked at me. Her words stuck in my mind, HI THERE YOU
LUCKY GIRL! I knew she knew something and didn't want to make
out like I couldn't remember anything. We started talking and
I pushed the talk along very gingerly. Candy seemed to fall for
it and we were talking about last night. Then she asked how I
got along with my cute cowboy. CUTE COWBOY? I didn't even 
remember a cowboy with me. I finally just had to come out and
tell Candy the truth, at least some of it. I told her I had a
great time but I saw so drunk I barely remember the guy. She
then asked what time I got home. Not wanting her to know, I
gave her the same time I gave the babysitter, around 2:30 am.

Candy then knew I didn't do anything with the cowboy. They got
home around 2:15 in the morning. She just looked at me and
said, "well, you got home fifteen minutes after us so you must
not have stayed long with that cute cowboy. That's a shame, he
was really cute and he seemed to treat you very nice." I didn't
know that she didn't remember none of it either, she got the
entire story from her husband Mike. Just like me, she was so
drunk she didn't remember hardly anything. We were both ashamed
of how drunk we had gotten, so we both hid it from the other.

When Candy went home, I now knew just a tad bit more. I was with
some cute looking cowboy. I again racked my brain, nothing! I
just couldn't remember. I decided to just put it behind me. My
neighbors thought I was home right after them, the babysitter
thought that too, so I just wouldn't let them ever know. But
it bothered me really badly that I couldn't remember who I slept
with that night. If I had really known it was over fifteen 
different guys, I would have probably had a heart attack right
there on the spot. I was convinced I stayed with somebody part
of the night, I just didn't know who. I promised myself this
would never happen again, never! It scared me to death.

The next week I kept myself busy with work. I did go over to
Candy's house for dinner once but other then that I was happy
just to sit around. But then the next week went by then another.
I knew it, I just couldn't make myself believe it. Finally I
cried all night and without even doing a test, I knew. Why, I
only made one small mistake and this happens to me. I drove to
the store and bought the kit. Once at home, I took the test and
the rest is history. I cried myself to sleep thinking about having
another baby. Sure, I could have had an abortion but somehow I
was just totally against that. You can stand on either side of the
line and I had always said it wasn't right. Now I was in the
perfect spot to test my faith. But I was true to myself, I
just let the months slip away until it was too late to change my
mind.

My young daughter was too young to see it, but Candy and her
husband realized it at about the five month stage. I tried to hide
it but Candy finally saw my tummy and gasped, Oh my good, your
pregnant! I knew I couldn't hide it any longer. I finally told her
yes and she immediately wanted to know who. I didn't know what to
tell her. So I again lied and told her my Ex had come to visit
and I let things go too far. This was the result. Candy felt so
bad for me but understood how it could have happened. I was way
to horrified to tell her it was the cowboy that I couldn't 
remember that well. They were really great friends. As my
tummy grew bigger, they kept me very happy and made me part of
their family. It was like having a sister right next door. They
helped with the new babies room, she helped me shop for baby
clothes. It did help me forget that I didn't know who the father
of the baby was.

A little more then nine months after my drunken night, I went into
labor. This was my second child and I was only in labor for about
three hours. But my pain was secondary to what was just about to
happen. I pushed and my son was soon born. The nurses and doctors
wrapped him up and as soon as he was doing ok, they handed him
up to my arms. I slowly peeled back the blanket covering his
face. Instead of seeing a huge bright smile and I looked at my
son for the first time, my face turned bright red and I suddenly
passed out. The doctor was right there to grab the baby. They
didn't know what could be wrong. They looked at the baby and
it was a healthy boy. But the boy was more black then white with
short kinky hair already growing on his tiny little head. They
had no way of knowing my Ex husband wasn't black. But I knew and
when I saw the child, my mind just couldn't handle it. I was
now the mother of a young black child and for weeks, all I could
do was cry and ask WHY..................................