Whizzper gets the credit for the first five paragraphs -- Cretan
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“Uh, , you might want to come over her for a second.” You say as you eye the video camera. You turn off the camera, and then pop out the tape that was inside, your guts freezing at the sight of it. Yet at the same time…
steps out into the room and sees what you are looking at, “Oh my GOD…no we did not…we couldn’t have! Could we?” She asks in horror, but tinged with something else.
“I…I don’t know. Do…do you want to see if we did?”
bites her lip, “Uhm…I…I guess so. At least, if we did we’d know if we were, ah, good…” She trails off as she blushes, the blush matching the long red shirt she had thrown on.
You quickly move over the DVD/VCR and pop the tape in, then turn on the LCD Flatscreen. You rewind the tape while Erin takes out a container of OJ from the small fridge. She pours two cups and gives you one. Your hands brush against each other, and she blushes at the contact. A contact that just yesterday she would have just shrugged off, today makes her blush.
“Okay, here we go. Are you sure you want to watch this?” You ask just in case she wants to back out.
“Might as well. There ain’t shit on TV for another few hours.” She tells you as she takes a swig of OJ.
You press play on the machine and take a seat on the couch. takes a seat next to you. You damn near jump out of your skin when she puts her feet up on the couch and rests her head on your thigh. The video starts to play. However, it’s not what the two of you were dreading. It’s actually a tape of one of your old high school ballgames that she had recorded.
“Well, that was a bit anti-climatic!” You say as you and jump up off the couch,
“Yeah, tell me about it.” She says as you walk towards the machine. “Do you want another glass of OJ, ?”
“No that’s okay. What do you want to do today?” You ask her, hoping the awkwardness has passed. “There’s a good band playing in the qu…”
You are cut off by the sound of ’s voice coming from the screen. You look up to see what is going on. To your horror, you see her stepping away from the video camera.
“Are ya rheady to have yer brainsh fhucked out ?” She says in the video
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“Okay here we go!” says as you both resume your previous positions on the couch.
“How da fhuck do yer phut theshe things on?” The video version of shouts. “Ah, fhuck hit! I need yer cawk now!”
“Shure thing babe!” You tell here. “If yer chouldn’t nawt get the fhurst six of em on me, why’d yer try the sheventh?”
In the video, you can clearly see give up her struggle with the condom and throw it into the air. Without thinking about it, she hops up onto the bed and straddles your body. She bends over and kisses you and then forces her pelvis down onto your uncovered cock.
“OH SHIT!” The two of you exclaim in unison.
“This is not good!” says. “Turn it off!”
“Okay” You comply with her demand. What the two of you have done makes turn green.
“Are you alright, you look like your going to be sick.” You ask her.
“No, I’m not alright. I’m ovulating!”
“Huh?” You say, not realizing what she just said.
“I said ‘I’m ovulating!’ as in ‘laying an egg’. According to my chart, I started on Tuesday. Chances are, you knocked me up last night!”
“OH SHIT!” Is all you can muster.
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