Melissa

I ran into a girl I used to rail on back in the early days of college career. At that time she was quite portly. I'd say she is 5'8ish and she probably went close to 190 back then. Melissa was the standard "booty-call" or "hump-buddy" that some of you may of had back during your wilder days.

Eventually, she found a boyfriend, got saved and married the guy. I had not heard from her in years.

So, two months ago, I went to watch my nephew's football team play. As I'm standing in line to get some nachos and a drink, I hear, "Stump!, Stump! It's me, Melissa."

What stood before me was no beefer. This girl was trim and she looked like sex in a sun dress. Melissa had gone from a drunk lay to an instant twitcher. I was dumbfounded as we stood there talking about the past and what all had happened in her life over the last several years. She is still married to the guy she married in college, she has her teaching degree (elementary) but she is a stay at home mom. We talked for a little while and then as the conversation was ending, I asked if she would like to grab some lunch sometime. She said she loved that idea and gave me her phone #.

Over the next week we ate lunch 5 times. It was more like old friends catching up rather than long lost hump-buddies chatting, but ultimately our conversations turned to sex. If I have ever learned anything about women, it’s that once you get them talking about sex, it’s not long until her panties are lying on the floor and she is skinning your pole like an experienced fur trapper. This theory, once again, rang true.

She was not the same lay she was back during college. Back then, she didn’t get into a lot of positions. Generally, it was straight up or her on top which was fine with me because I wasn’t looking for any type of prize (other than my own).

Now it was like she had taken educational courses on how to thoroughly screw a guys brains out. Her snatch felt like some kind of super heated sauna complete with a commercial grade vacuum cleaner.

You know how you feel after you run a long distance or you workout really hard? Well, that is how I would feel after a session with Melissa. At the end of a 5 day span where we fornicated each day, I had lost 7.5 pounds. I swear, I couldn’t get enough of her, and it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of me, so yesterday when she called me, I knew I was in for another treat. Sadly, I was wrong, very wrong.

Rather than a session of sex, Melissa informed me that she was pregnant. She even went so far as to present me with two positive pregnancy tests in Zip-Lock bags. I would love to put the blame on her husband, but considering he had a vasectomy two years ago, I don't think that's possible.

Before I could fully soak in the enormity of the situation, Melissa informed me that she was going to have an abortion (paid for by me) and that we are going to end or relationship.

With that, she got up and walked out of the restaurant and the only thing I could think was: She didn’t even touch her food. I guess I was just in shock