A Crisis Pregnancy, Chapter 3

by S. J.

I wondered if she had any fascination with boys. Or if she had sucked a boy's dick, willingly or unwillingly. I was hoping for neither, but I decided not to probe any further at this point.

I had to admit to myself that working at the clinic made me even more suspicious of males than I was before. Despite my suspicions, I was becoming fascinated with boy dick—that small, hairless, pointed, uncut thing possessed by prepubertal boys—for reasons I could not explain to myself. But, the more I contemplated boy dick, the more I doubted my superiority over all things male. I didn't want to imagine anything sexually superior to my tongue.

"Why was I thinking about boys with a luscious young girl sitting in front of me?" I silently questioned. Fortunately reality refocused itself.

"How do you know if a girl is pregnant?" she asked.

"Usually girls come in after they have missed a period," I replied.

"I hate my period," she stated, with considerable disgust.

"Do you cramp?" I probed.

"Yes, it is bad." Then she added, "And it is messy."

I added, "I don't have cramps."

"Ever?"

"No." I tried to divert her attention with my next comment. "But the mess doesn't bother me either."

"Eweeee," she exclaimed. "It is gross."

"Well, we are girls and girls have periods."

"I wish I didn't," she added.

My clit throbbed as she repositioned her legs with both of them now on the floor.

A car drove in and parked at the back. I told Molly she could stay and watch if she liked.

Once the girl was inside, I had Molly sit on a chair next to me while the client sat on the sofa. I told the client that Molly was visiting me, and I asked if it was okay with her for Molly to watch. She said it was. She was a rather unfortunate but common case. Sixteen, met a boy at a party and they had sex—no condom. She was late for her period.

The boy gets what he wants and she gets pregnant. Not surprisingly, she was afraid to tell her mother. I got the additional required information, all anonymously, then asked her to provide a urine sample.

She was relieved when the test results were negative, but I cautioned that she might still be pregnant. I suggested she come back in a week for a retest.

After the client was gone, I told Molly she could sit back on the sofa. She sat her drink on the desk, then sat down, with her legs open wide as before.

"When do you have to be home?" I asked. I didn't want an angry parent visiting me.

"Any time I want." Then she added, "My old man works late every day."

"What about your mother?"

"We don't know where she is."

I was beginning to have questions in my mind, but I decided not to probe any further on that topic. All I really wanted to do was look at this rough but beautiful girl—and enjoy my clit sensations while doing so.

"Can you come back and visit me again?"

"Yeah," she said casually. "I don't mind."

"Good." We could get the details settled before she left. I wanted to let her know she was wanted.

"You don't ever cramp?" she asked, returning to the topic of menstruation.