Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I sweep her into my arms and kiss her neck, and feel her breath quicken against my cheek. I lay her down on the bed, my rock hard cock already bursting from my pants, when she reaches underneath herself.
“Wait,” she breathes, and pulls out an envelope that had been lying on the mattress, and which is now crumpled from where we crushed it. “What the hell? What is this?” she asks. Then, she sits up a bit, forcing me to roll off of her with a groan. “Oh, it’s from the school.” With that, Ellen tears open the envelope and reads the letter inside while I force my hard-on back down, fighting disappointment. Fuck the administration. Fuck whatever’s in that letter.
However, Ellen looks up with a confused look.
“They want to speak to me about my pregnancy,” she says, her brow furrowing. “It says I have to report to the school health clinic when I get back to campus before starting classes. Isn’t that weird?”
I nod.
“Do you want me to come with you?” I offer.
“Yes, because I think it means I have to go now,” she states. “Classes start tomorrow, and it says I’m not fully registered until I talk with someone. But about what? This is strange.”
I shrug.
“I’m sure they just want to offer you health care while you’re here because of your pregnancy. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Ellen nods, although her expression is pensive.
“You’re probably right. Come on, let’s go.”
With that, we depart the dorm room. Fortunately, the health clinic isn’t far. It’s a flat, grey building right across the walkway from Ellen’s dorm, and after Ellen shows her letter to the receptionist, we’re led to an exam room in the back. Hmm. While we wait, my girl is quiet, and I wonder what she’s thinking. After all, we haven’t done anything wrong. Getting pregnant isn’t a crime, nor is our age gap romance. Ellen’s definitely nervous for some reason though, and I open my mouth to reassure her when a doctor enters the room.
“Hi Miss Massie,” the older woman greets with a nod of her head. “I’m Dr. Steiner. Thank you for coming to see us about your pregnancy. Is this the father of the baby?” she asks, turning to me with a welcoming smile.
“Um, no,” Ellen says quietly. “Ryder is my partner, but not the baby’s dad.”
The doctor smiles politely at me.
“Well, I need to make sure his presence is acceptable.”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Ellen says quickly. “Ryder is my biggest support.”
“Good, good,” the doctor hums. “As you know, the university likes to ensure a supportive environment to those students who are expecting. I’m here to answer any questions you might have.”
Ellen looks confused.
“Well, you know that I already have an ob-gyn, right? Dr. Nasser has been taking care of me.”
Dr. Steiner nods.
“That’s great because Dr. Nasser is a recognized expert in his field,” she says in a soothing tone. “I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. But how is the pregnancy going?” the physician asks.
“Um, fine,” Ellen answers, still puzzled. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Again, Dr. Nasser would tell me if something’s wrong. Is something wrong? We got a letter—”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” the clinician responds. “But now that we’re on the topic, I did have a few questions actually. You indicated that this gentleman is not the father of your child, right?”
Ellen nods.
“Yes, that’s right. Why?”
Dr. Steiner’s smile is bland.
“Because we’re trying to get to the bottom of a rumor that’s been swirling around Coleman. It’s nothing, and I’m sure you’ll confirm that it’s nothing.”
“What rumor?” Ellen asks in a guarded voice.
Dr. Steiner shrugs.
“Supposedly the water in the new pool is responsible for getting a lot of girls at Coleman pregnant. Perhaps you’ve heard that one?”
My girl pauses for a moment while biting her lip.
“Yes,” she nods. “I have.”
“Great,” replies the doctor. “As you can imagine, we need to dispel rumors like this because of liability concerns. We can’t have female co-eds wandering about claiming that they got pregnant from semen in the school’s pool! Can you imagine the lawsuits that would follow? As a result, we’re just taking precautions here, but I do need to ask - do you believe you got pregnant from the pool, Ms. Massie? Or do you know with certainty who the father is?”
Ellen hesitates, glancing at me. In our previous conversation, my girl had said something about semen while swimming, but I never believed it for an instant. Yet I’m not the type to bully a pregnant woman, and so I never pressed the issue.
“Do you want me to leave?” I ask.
Ellen bites her lip again but then takes a deep breath and shakes her head.
“No,” she says in a firm tone. “I’d like you to hear this, actually.”
I nod, and sit back down, curious what she’s about to tell the doctor.