Being a 16 year old girl from the other side of the tacks,

There are many forms of sexual deviance. Some of them are socially acceptable between consenting adults. Other's are considered taboo. What's too young, and what's non consensual is a changing landscape. When I grew up, 16 was legal tender. You got your driver's license, you could work, and if a boy was persistent enough he got between your legs. Or a man for that matter.

No 16 year old I met wasn't aware of the rule and she knew all about babies and where they came from. Not one of them ever tried to cover up by claiming she didn't know how babies came about. But I guess maybe our mothers told us when we were seven, and ten, and twelve and sixteen. Keep your legs crossed, and you keep the babies from coming.

My baby came from a man, not another teen. He talked to me where I worked at BK, I was on cashier duty that afternoon, and insisted I let him give me a ride. My mistake, I knew never to get in a car with a stranger. But I did, he held the door open and I got in. I knew better than to let a man touch my leg, or my **. But he did and I let him. I knew better than to allow being taken to the back of a motel. But I did, I let him. He let me out of the car and I followed him into the room and sat on the bed. When he walked over to me I looked up at him and I said a silent prayer, don't hurt me, be gentle and then take me home.

Grown men are not boys, they look different. He was big for me, a tall man with a heavy facial hair, a lot of hair on his chest and thighs, thick black ** and a large **. Very large, sitting on the bed like that with his ** in my face. I closed my eyes and he put it up against my lips and I opened my mouth. He took my hand and put it on his ** and told me to use my tongue and ** on him, and move my hand up and down. I knew about ** but I had never done one, now it was my turn. I got more confident and tried hard to please him until he pushed my forehead back and said it was time for me to show him what I had.

I unbuttoned my uniform, and got out of it, I took my bra off and then he helped me with my **. I had never thought about it up to that point, what if he didn't like me naked? I had a very dark bush, I've always been the bushy type, but in my experience most of the girls in my school were bushy too. My ** are on the small side, but they are ok and when I stand they look nice, but laying down they disappear when I get my arms over my head.

He sucked my left **, and pushed his hand between my legs so I had to open up. He kissed me on the lips before going down and kissing me up between the legs. Being eaten was supposed to be one of the bases, and he was going to get a home run. He was on his knees between my legs, I looked down at his **, it was hard under him, when he straightened out over me his ** poked me and I reached under my leg to point his ** at my **. Penetration was smooth, I was wet and he was able to get down to the business at hand. Right then I was glad I wasn't losing it in the back of a car, or behind the bleachers on the ground, most girls lost it there.

He was way bigger than me and I was totally under him, his chest was in my face, I kept looking backwards to see his face. It felt good. That's the truth. It felt good. He held himself up so I could see into his eyes and he asked me to tell him whether I was going to get pregnant. I said go ahead, closed my eyes and he came inside of me and my baby was on the way.

In my school having a baby was a big thing. But having a baby with a man was much better than having a baby with a boy at school. Everyone knew that men could pay child support and boys couldn't. I relaxed, let him relax, I had read about that and some of the girls had told me about that. I volunteered to give him another **, this time I was right on it and I enjoyed it, how his ** got hard. It got hard enough that he wanted another try and this time I was ready and much wetter than the first time and he was much more passionate, that's a word for when a man concentrates on what he is doing and you get the benefit. And he was able to really empty his **. This time I got the full load. This time I knew I was going home with a baby.

We got dressed, and he took me home, I got his name and I memorized his plates on his car. When the time came for child support he wasn't hard to find. He agreed as long as we kept it out of the public eye, no court order, no name on the birth certificate. He paid regularly, it was easy rent money for the house. I had a boy, and by the time the boy was 18 months he wanted to see him and he came over and spent an hour with him. Always left a little money too, and bought him clothes and things. He was responsible, not like some of the guys my friends had to deal with, chasing them down.

Everyone knew that a man pays his bills, especially a man with a job at a bank, never get knocked up by a kid in school. I got my baby and a full blood brother for him too.