Chapter 9: I Want to Make a Baby

It was my third year in high school. I was kinda-sorta going out with a girl whom I had started chatting with during lunch break. She was black, kind of chunky, and had a speech impediment on top of an unusual accent; her family from Barbados if I recall correctly. She was very sweet, but her world and mine were totally different. She lived in Harlem and I’d visited her a few times there. Her parents were accepting enough of our relationship, but I never felt totally comfortable over there, especially when her father was around. He was kind of an intimidating figure, a patriarch type, and I always felt (perhaps unjustly) that he was giving me the side-eye. Her mother seemed timid and was often not present, but when she was she cooked terrific, spicy food.

Aside from her parents, there was a confusing family consisting, I gathered, of her two younger sisters, one much younger, and one sister, only a year or so older than my girlfriend, who already had a toddler of her own and was pregnant with her second. The youngest sister ran gleefully around the small but tidy apartment with her little niece, both stark naked half the time, and the middle sister, only a few years younger than my girlfriend, wore disconcertingly skimpy clothes. When she bent over I could see down her loose blouse; she wore no bra and her little breasts were very titillating to me. She evidently could tell I was looking and spent as much time as she could bending over in front of me. Even the older sister was constantly pulling down her top to breastfeed her kid. I saw all her sisters’ bare chests before I ever saw my girlfriend’s.

There was an older brother too, apparently, but I never met him, and it was never clear to me where he had ended up. The crowded apartment was constant pandemonium and my girlfriend was always looking for an excuse to get out of there.

I have to admit I enjoyed feeling a little edgy, bringing her up to our slightly grand Upper East Side apartment and introducing her to my parents as my girlfriend. Credit where credit is due, they didn’t skip a beat and were very hospitable to her, though they did ask me later if I thought the relationship could survive what they called, obscurely, the “social differences.” But they got used to her coming over many an afternoon after school, and sometimes even staying for dinner. My father had a car and was kind enough to drive my girlfriend home to Harlem on such occasions, not a small thing in 80’s New York City.

Our physical engagement had to that point been limited to my fumbling under her sweatshirt in the park (unlike her little sister, she did wear a bra) but after a while she felt comfortable enough at our place that we would fool around and make out on my bed, with the door closed of course. My parents gave us our privacy. In slow increments, I persuaded her to take off her bra, let me play with her breasts, let me put my hand down her panties, take off her panties, and finally masturbate her to orgasm as she did the same for me. After that, the inhibitions were gone and on the next occasions she ceremoniously and slowly stripped off all her clothes and lay down on the bed, her fat thighs spread, and said “I want you inthide me.” It wasn’t my first time (but it was my first time with a girl my age, who I assumed to be a virgin) and I intended to make it a good experience for her. I took off my clothes with equal ceremony, licked her hairy pussy for a while, then when I judged she was ready slowly lowered myself between her legs and guided my penis into her. Not being super-clear on virginity and “popping someone’s cherry” I was expecting some kind of obstacle but I slid right in with no difficulty. She was wet and excited. I pumped for minutes, pacing myself assiduously, and we had a grand old time. She began to moan, and I was ready for the finale, when suddenly she blurted out: “I want to make a baby, like my thither!” I was shocked, of course, but the words also had a completely instinctual, biological effect on me: I felt a tremendous squeeze and instantly pumped out what seemed like an endless gush of semen right into her deepest parts. It was quite remarkable, not perhaps the most intense orgasm I’d ever had to that point, but certainly the most powerful one.