My Girlfriend Informs Me She's Pregnant

My first wife and I split but the divorce didn’t actually go through for two years. She held off signing the divorce papers out of spite. Even though  she tossed my ass out, she was pissed because I quickly found a replacement she knew she couldn’t compete with.

In the state where we lived, once the divorce is filed and the property settlement is agreed upon, the divorce is automatic after two years, whether we actually sign the papers or not.

I had moved out and left her the house, the car, and everything in the house, plus a very generous monthly child support payment. About $3,200 a month in 2024 dollars. I was living in a high rise apartment that was very close to a major airport and as a result the majority of the people who lived there were either flight attendants, pilots or crew.

Although I had never been a nightclub kind of guy, I did do some visits at some of the hot spots in Georgetown in Washington D.C. On one such outing I met a very cute gal named Patty, who was only 19 while I was 26. We did hit it off and I took her out from time to time. It was a very casual relationship but we had a good sexual connection. She really loved to fuck which obviously suited me just fine.

One day as I got on the elevator in my apartment I was joined by two women and a guy. One of the women knocked my socks off. She was British with a great accent and was extremely stylishly dressed. She said “hi” to me and we stood and looked at each other riding up to the 8th floor where I got off. I was super intrigued by this great looking woman and I was talking  about her to the pilot who lived in the apartment next to mine. He knew immediately who I was talking about because she was a stewardess (now called flight attendants) for the same airline he flew for. He said her name was Gemma and she was a real sweetheart.

I told him I had to meet her and he suggested that I throw a party at my place and he would invite her along with several other stews. So I did. I had it professionally catered along with a bartender. I knew that meeting her would be about all that I could hope for at the party, so for backup I had Patty attend with me. Which turned out to be a good idea because Gemma didn’t show up. Ross, the pilot, explained that she had gotten a shot at a last minute chartered flight and couldn’t make the party. I was a bit pissed because I spent some serious money on the party but did get a chance after everybody left to bang Patty a couple of times before taking her home.

Sometime after this, Patty and I flew to Florida to attend the Firecracker 400 NASCAR race at Daytona over the 4th of July weekend. She was normally a very vivacious, outgoing happy person, but she was in some kind of bad mood. As soon as we got to our motel room, I wanted to fuck but she wasn’t having it. I didn’t push it, but by the second day with no sex I asked her what the hell was bugging her. She told me she was pregnant. I just about crapped my pants until she assured me that somebody else was the daddy. She had a regular boyfriend who was the culprit and told me that she was marrying  him next week. She had gone to Daytona with me as one last fling before “her life ended,” as she put it. I was curious how she explained this trip to the boyfriend but never bothered to ask.

Once she had told me about the pregnancy, her mood  changed, and we got back into our normal routine of fucking every chance we got. She loved to suck my dick and I enjoyed going down on her sweet smelling pussy.

There was one funny thing that happened during that trip. A very well-known NASCAR driver named Curtis Turner invited us to a party at his home. I had met him previously through some business dealings. When Patty and I showed up I immediately saw a woman who I had had a short fling with. She was a bit annoyed at the way our relationship ended. I saw her talking to Turner while giving me the eye. A bit later Curtis came to me and asked me to introduce him to my “daughter.” Obviously this was the other woman’s idea of a joke so we just laughed about it.

When we got back home, I drove Patty to her house where she lived with her younger sister (a stone fox), her mother, and her grandmother. No men lived there. She invited me in where we all sat around a back patio and had some drinks. At first it was very awkward for me because here I was having taken Patty off for a weekend of sex and she’s getting married to some guy in a few days. But I guess the mom and grandmom were ok with her having one last fling before getting married. They both acted like nothing out of the ordinary was taking place so I went along with it.

The following week I was sitting watching TV and thinking about Gemma. I knew her apartment number as Ross had told me. The apartment complex had an internal phone system where I could call the front  desk. I didn’t know Gemma’s phone number so I called the front desk and asked them if they could call Gemma, give her my phone number and ask her to call me.

I was expecting my regular phone to ring but it was the intercom. The lady at the front desk said, “Miss Gemma says she does not know you.” In frustration, I replied, “Yes, that is the problem. Tell her I am Ross’ friend and I’m the guy whose party she missed. “

A few minutes later Gemma did call and I got this very reserved, somewhat cold, English voice. We talked for a bit and she warmed up. I invited her to visit me and surprisingly she agreed but said she could only stay for a few minutes as she was expecting an important phone call.

It was about 8 PM when she arrived and she didn’t leave until after midnight. We hit it off like no tomorrow. Nothing sexual happened. Just talk. It turned out she had a boyfriend back in Pittsburgh. She had previously been stationed at the airport there but her airline had transferred to Washington D.C.

Nothing happened that night but we did start going out. I played it super cool because I did not want to scare her off by coming on too strong. She was a bit wary of getting too involved because technically I was still married.

But we did fly together to a special event in Tennessee where she insisted that we have separate rooms. So I did reserve two rooms but only one got used. We had probably been out together about five or six times over a three week period before she finally gave it up. But it was worth the wait.

Once my divorce finally went through, we got married. From the time we first met until we eventually got divorced, we were together for 25 years. It was an amicable divorce and we are still friends to this day. She got married again as did I. While we were together we had a great run with tons of travel to a great many interesting places all over the world.

I never saw Patty again but did run into her kid sister who said that Patty was super unhappy in her marriage and was planning on dumping her husband. So no happy ending.

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