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breasts from their cage. Patrick dove into them,
suckling and kissing and licking my nipples until I
squealed as quietly as I could. After all, there were
several hundred impressionable youths located just
down the hallway.
Keeping most of our clothes on, we somehow
wiggled out of our undergarments. I circled my
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tongue around his firm cock until his low, blissful
moans reverberated the pantry s metal shelves.
Patrick laid his jacket across several crates of
lettuce and then laid me across it. I raised my legs
high over his shoulders. He entered my quivering
cunt with one self-confident stroke.
Ooo& Yes, yes! Harder fuck me harder,
Patrick.
He hesitated You certain it won t hurt the baby?
I shook my head. No, it won t. I think I even read
somewhere that orgasms helped the baby grow by
providing fresh blood to the womb.
Chuckling, he picked up the pace of his pounding.
Well, then& We re going to have one mighty
healthy child.
I arched my pelvis and met each thrust with one of
my own. I bit my lip to refrain from screaming too
loud as the pleasurable sensations swiftly built to an
almost unbearable tension. Climax after climax soon
crashed over me like stormy ocean waves until at last
Patrick joined me with a hot gush of seed.
A frantic knocking at the door interrupted our
afterglow moment.
Trish? Are you in there? The door appears to be
jammed.
It s all right, Nance. We re working on it from the
inside.
Chuckling quietly, Patrick and I quickly helped
each other get dressed again. We did our best to
smooth down our slightly disheveled hair and fix my
smeared make-up.
Don t worry, came Nance s voice through the
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door. I m getting help.
A moment later the door easily swung open.
That s odd. Nance frowned, scratching her head.
I could have sworn the door was stuck fast.
Old buildings sometimes have their quirks,
Ronny said, looking at Patrick and me through
narrowed eyes. What happened here, you two? You
come in here for more paper cups or something?
Or something, I said, practically biting my
tongue in half to refrain from laughing as Patrick
pinched my butt cheek from behind.
Actually, I followed Trish in here to give her a
very special something.
Patrick removed a small, red velvet-covered box
from his pocket and slowly opened it. My eyes
widened at the sight of the sparkling, heart-shaped
diamond solitaire ring inside.
I covered my mouth with my hands and gasped.
F-for& for me?
Patrick pulled me into his arms and kissed me
soundly right in front of the school principal and
our chief gossipmonger. Yes, only for you, my
darling, darling Trish. Happy Valentines Day,
sweetheart.
* * * *
Patrick and I were married by Easter. Our healthy,
eight pound, three ounce girl was born the week of
Halloween. In the spirit of the occasion and at the
suggestion of my matron of honor, Nance we came
up with the perfect name for our daughter:
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Petra Patricia Rodgers.
It seemed only fitting.
We brought our baby to Harding High a couple of
weeks later and gave her the grand tour, lingering
quite a while in the teachers lounge where we
conceived her.
As the school bell rang, clearing out the room of
our fellow faculty members, Patrick and I looked
heavenward and sighed.
Thank you, Pete the Poltergeist, I said. Thanks
for all your help. And, most of all, thank you for
helping us both discover the gift of love.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
eline Chatillon is the alter ego of multi-published
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contemporary romance novelist, Cynthianna
Appel. Celine finds writing erotica a very pleasant
departure from her day job as a small press
manuscript reader. Her erotic short story, A Taste
for Vengeance appeared in the premiere edition of
Xodtica magazine. Read more about Celine s erotic
writings at
http://www.celinechatillon.com/
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