Unintended Consequences
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A romance between an English Literature teacher and one of his students causes unintended consequences.

C h a p t e r  O n e

Peter Johnson admired the curves of the young girl as she climbed out of the pool, water shedding off her black one-piece bathing suit, running down her arms and legs. She tossed her head back, her long blond hair shedding water droplets that glistened in the late morning sun. She was five-five he guessed, with long legs, slim thighs, and shapely calves and ankles. Her bathing suit revealed the small swells of her breasts, erect nipples from the cool water not yet warmed by the early summer sun, and a prominent mons between her legs, with a well formed camel toe.

He fell in love in an instant, and it surprised him that it wasn't because she was beautiful, and desirable, but something much more, something that he had never felt before. It was a love that he thought would be unrequited, him a twenty nine year old bachelor, and she a sixteen year old high school senior who had just moved to the area with her aunt and uncle. Peter didn't care that she might not return his love, his heart was full of love for a girl he didn't know.

He sat at the poolside table reading a book, and occasionally snatching glances in her direction, as she lay on a towel covered chaise. She was lying on her tummy, her face away from him. He admired her long neck, the fabric of her suit outlining the twin swells of her gorgeous cheeks, water glistening on the back of her legs, feet hanging over the end, and a small swell of her breast squashed against the chaise.

'Oh what beauty,' he thought, an erection stirring in his cargo pants, trying to imagine what her naked body would look like, would her breasts be firm? He was a little unnerved at his passion for a teenage girl. He taught classes with teenage girls, but he never looked on them in a sexual way.

She turned her head, and looked at him, he was sure of it, positive she had. She closed her beautiful green eyes. Fifteen minutes later, she turned over onto her back, and Peter was mesmerized by what he saw. Her breasts, firm, stood proud, with even prouder nipples, not hard now, but still outlined by her suit. The slight hollow of her stomach amplified by visible hip bones, with a prominent pudenda below.

'She's absolutely stunning,' he thought, the sight aroused him tremendously, his erection thankfully hidden inside his shorts. 'My God I would move heaven and earth to be with her for just one night. I wonder what her name is,' he thought. He got his answer sooner than he imagined.


Monday morning Peter arrived at his school early, so he could prepare for the final term exams in one week. His class today was going to be on the book by H.G. Wells, 'The History of Mr. Polly'. The class had been given the assignment a week ago to read the book, and be prepared to discuss it.

At seven fifteen students started arriving, and by seven forty the last few stragglers came in and sat at their desks.

"Okay class, settle down." Peter banged a book on his desk to draw their attention, the chattering stopped.

"Now for those late few I want to remind you when class starts. I expect you to be at your desks by seven thirty," glaring at the late comers. "You understand." Mr. Davis and Mr. Jones, do you understand?" A couple of week yeses came back.

"Okay, now as you know today, we're going to discuss The History of Mr. Polly by H.G. Wells. Who would like to start off by giving me an explanation as to why Polly started the fire at his outfitters shop?"

At that moment the door opened, and Miss Holloway, the school's assistant principal walked in with a girl trailing behind. Peter was stunned, and stood there mouth agape staring at the girl, the girl from the pool, the stunning girl with the black swimming suit, the girl with the amazing body, the girl with the beautiful green eyes, the girl that he was in love with.

"Mr. Johnson, are you okay? she said, I didn't mean to interrupt your class, but we have a new student who transferred here last week. This is Harper Melville, Harper, this is Mr. Johnson your English Lit teacher."

Harper walked over, and handed him her paper work. "Where should I sit?" She had a slight smile on her lips. Peter melted inside.

He managed to regain his composure. "Hi Harper, welcome to my English Lit class." He noticed an empty seat at the front and a couple at the rear. "Why don't you take one of those at the rear, as I keep the front ones for the slackers, so I hope you're not a slacker Harper."

"No sir," she said, as she walked to the rear with all the boy's eyes on her, most of the girls had a jealous looks on their faces.

"Thanks Miss Holloway," he said, as the assistant principle left.

"Okay class for the benefit of our new student, I repeat that we are going to discuss 'The History of Mr. Polly' by H.G. Wells. Who would like to start off by giving me an explanation, as to why Polly started the fire at his outfitters shop - and Harper, you don't have to participate, as you weren't here for this assignment?"

"That's okay Mr. Johnson, I've read most of Wells' books including that one." Wow, Peter thought, not many students read Wells unless it was an assignment.

No one spoke. "Come on class, you've all read the book."

Harper raised her hand.

"Yes Harper.?"

"Well, he so hated his wife, his neighbors, and most of all his life, that he decided to take his own life, and burn the shop around him."

"Well done Harper."


The rest of the day dragged by until school let out at three fifteen. Peter was putting papers in his brown leather satchel, when the classroom door opened, and Harper walked in.

"Hello Harper," he said as she walked to his desk. "I was very pleased with your first day in my class, impressed with your knowledge of Wells' work."

"I like H.G. Wells and The History of Mister Polly is one of my favorites. I wanted to ask you, if that was you by the pool last week?"

"I believe I was. Why?"

"Well I saw you staring at me, as if you somehow knew me."

An erection was rising fast, thankfully hidden by the desk. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but I just thought you were, err are so beautiful. You should have seen all the boys turn, and watch you walk to your desk."

She laughed, a sexy smoky laugh, a Lauren Bacall laugh, her cheeks were a little flushed. "No you didn't make me uncomfortable, I just wondered if we had ever met before."

"Harper, it we had ever met, trust me, I would never forget it."

"Okay, I just needed to know," she said.

"Are you on the school bus or is someone picking you up?"

"My aunt Mary is due to pick me up in twenty minutes."

"Okay I'm done here, why don't I walk with you, and you can tell me something about yourself." They entered the long hallway, he walked at an easy pace to spend as much time next to her as he could.

"Where did you move from?"

"Bangor Maine. My aunt and uncle used to run a book store, and when they sold up and retired, they were going to buy a place in Florida, but stopped the night here in Charlotte, and liked it so much they decided to buy a place here."

"That happens a lot Harper." Peter adored saying her name, he thought it was as beautiful as she.

"You married Mr. Johnson?"

"Harper, please call me Peter outside of class, okay?"

"Okay, so are you married Peter?"

"The question excited him. "No never did, never found the right woman." Until now he thought.

"What do you do, outside school that is?"

"I write, I guess that's not unusual for an English Lit teacher."

"What kind of books do you write?"

"Mainly romance. I make a little on the side, writing the sort of books that some women like to read, like the Harlequin paperbacks."

"Oh my aunt Mary reads those all the time. What's your nom de plume?"

"You're going laugh at this but it's Laura Lassune."

"She laughed, Laura Sensual. I get it."

"Damn Harper, you're quick."

"I like to do crosswords, and word puzzles."

"You are not just beautiful, but smart as well, two potent traits."

She had a quizzical look on her face. "How come?"

"Well a beautiful woman who is dumb, has to use her beauty to get what she wants, and a not so good looking woman who is smart, has to use her intellect to attract men. But, a beautiful and smart woman can be a turn off for a lot of men."

"Why's that Peter?"

Oh God' she said my name. "Well I think it's because it makes them feel inferior."

"And how about you?"

"I find both traits to be especially appealing. It means I have to work harder to attract a beautiful woman, and doubly hard to keep up with her intellect. Nothing in this world that is worth anything, comes easy."

"You are very interesting Peter. Is pulp romance all you write?"

She said my name again. Jeez what am I, a stupid in love teenager? "No, I have three novels that got published, but never sold enough copies to make me rich."

"I'd like to read one if you don't mind."

Damn, beautiful, sexy, smart and she wants to read one of my books. "Sure, I'd love to get your opinion, I'll bring one in tomorrow."

Her aunt was waiting for her when we reached the main entrance.

"See you tomorrow Harper."

"Don't forget the book Peter." She ran to the car and got in. I drove home on cloud twenty two.


Harper was thrilled to find that Peter was going to be her English Lit teacher, but strangely she didn't know why. She had caught him looking at while she sunbathed at the pool, and it gave her an unusually sensual feeling. Men looked at her all the time, but it was always brushed off. She was a beautiful girl, and men are expected to look at beautiful girls, but this was different. She didn't know this guy, and he admitted they had never met, but there seemed to be some connection.

He was a great teacher and an interesting man to talk to, now she was going to read one of his novels.

C h a p t e r  T w o

Peter searched through his bookshelf and found a copy of each of his published novels. He had three choices and he reread the blurb on the back of each.

Morgan's Providence
David Alder is a successful business man who started his first company when he was eighteen and now at thirty one he is one of the richest men in the state. After giving a runaway girl a room in his mansion for the night he embarks on a whirlwind romance with her.

David's unusual showering practices cause a change in the relationship with his young daughter. As she grows into womanhood she realizes that her feelings for her father are not what she expected.

Cecilia & Natalie
An Englishman's chance encounter with a divorcee and her teenage daughter changes his life in a way he never expected. Their unusual relationship defies the norm.

He picked one and dropped it in his satchel.


After class was over the next day, Harper stayed behind, and when everyone else had left, she walked to Peter's desk. He took the book out of his satchel, and handed it to her. "I think you might like this one Harper."

She took it and flipped through a few pages. "Morgan's Providence hmm, hope fate is good to her," she said.

I love this girl, she is so smart, he said to himself. "Let me know what you think, good or bad, okay?"

"Thanks Peter I look forward to reading it."

That evening Harper slipped under the covers of her bed, and started to read.

"I hate you!"

Those words spilled from Morgan's lips before she could stop them; only her mother could push her buttons that way. Morgan slammed her bedroom door and pulled the small leather suitcase from the closet and stuffed as many of her clothes in as would fit.

"Good riddance!"

Morgan's mother had shouted those very words as Morgan slammed the front door behind her. She walked the half mile to the bus stop and got on the next bus into town. She showed the driver her student pass and took a seat at the rear. It was nine o'clock at night, and she was the only passenger. Fifteen minutes later she was at the main bus terminal.

Morgan had no phone - it had been left in her room in her angry haste to get out of her house. Her sixteen year old life was a mess. Her parents divorced when she was ten; her mother always resented the fact that her father left her. Morgan never heard from him, but always thought about him and wondered where he was and what he was doing. She blamed her mother for driving him away with her constant nagging and berating him for not getting a better job, or earning more money.

All Morgan could do, for now, was sit on the bench at night, in an almost deserted bus terminal, and think about her future. She had no idea where she was going or what she was going to do. No school, as summer break had just started, and her only friend, Robin, was away in Europe somewhere with her folks. Morgan wondered if it could get any worse.

At twelve Harper closed the book after finishing chapter twelve, leaving Morgan and David at his charity event in Chicago.


Peter had a free afternoon, as one of his classes was canceled. Harper hadn't said anything about his novel, and he hadn't asked. He stopped by an old bookshop in the neighboring town, and browsed the old books with well worn and faded covers. There it was sitting on a dusty shelf.

He opened the cover at the title page, a first edition:

Perfect. He paid Mike, the owner fifteen hundred dollars, a large sum for a high school teacher, but he had been left a nice sum of money by some distant relative he had never heard of, and could never find out who, even after several months trying. He kept that money for special occasions, and this was one of them. He gift wrapped the book in plain brown paper tried with string, a very unassuming cover for such a prized possession.


The next day, he asked Harper to stay behind to discuss the C on her latest homework assignment. He could see some of the girls smile, that miss know-it-all got a C in English Lit. When all the students had left, Harper approached his desk.

"I don't understand Peter, I should have gotten at least a B on that paper."

He handed her the paper with a big A+ written in a red Sharpie on the top. She had a puzzled look on her face.

"I was browsing my favorite book store yesterday, and came across this, and I thought you should have it," he said, handing her the gift.

She took it, still with a puzzled expression on her face, and unwrapped it. Her face went from a smile, to an expression of pleasure, to a frown, as she opened the cover, and saw that it was a first edition.

"Peter I can't accept this, you love Wells; you should have a first edition."

"I already have one, in fact I have almost all of his novels in first edition."

"My goodness they must be worth a fortune," she said. Her expression spoke her thoughts, how could a teacher's pay afford first editions of H.G.Wells?

He got up and walked around the desk to be near her. "I know what you're thinking, how could I buy first editions of H.G.Wells on a teacher's meager pay.? Well, I'll confide in you, I had a very nice settlement from the estate of a relative I never knew."

Harper had a very strange expression on her face. "What's the matter Harper," he asked.

"You won't believe this, but I also received a settlement from the estate of a relative I never knew."

"Wow how strange is that, but I thought you knew who your folks are, don't you have an aunt and uncle?"

"They aren't my real aunt and uncle, they adopted me when I was a year old."

"Wow. Did you ever try to find your real parents?"

"Yes I did, but the adoption agency said my records had been sealed, and they couldn't unseal them until I turned twenty one."

Peter couldn't understand what this girl had been through, and how she had turned out so smart, and seemingly well balanced knowing she was adopted but desperately seeking to find her real parents. He loved her even more.

She did something that surprised even her. She put her hand on his shoulder, and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. If Peter hadn't been leaning against his desk, his knees would probably have buckled.

As Harper walked to her aunt's car, she still couldn't believe she kissed her English Lit teacher, a man almost twice her age, but something inside her had compelled her to do it. For the first time she realized, she was slowly falling in love with him, something that she had never experienced before.

C h a p t e r  T h r e e

Still reeling from the kiss, Harper had planted on his mouth, Peter somehow made it to his car, and sat in the drivers seat for half an hour, until Mike Jones, the math teacher rapped on his window.

"Everything okay Peter?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, I was just going over something one of my students said." He started the car and drove home.


After class was over the next day, Peter was sifting through the the exam papers, when Harper came back in. She approached his desk with a concerned look on her face.

"Peter I should apologize for the way I acted yesterday. I should never have kissed you."

Peter sat there and said nothing for a full thirty seconds.

"Say something," she pleaded.

"Will you have dinner with me Friday evening?"

She was puzzled, expecting him to say that a student shouldn't act that way, but dinner. Oh God yes, yes I'll have dinner with you. "Yes that would be nice, can you pick me up?"

"Wouldn't your aunt and uncle be concerned, I mean, having dinner with an older man?"

"They needn't know, just text me when you pull in the driveway." She gave him her phone number and left. Peter sat at his desk in a state of euphoria that he was going to have dinner with the woman he loved. Half an hour later he picked up his satchel and left.


The week dragged, and every time he looked at Harper, his heart heaved in his chest, as he remembered the kiss. He had booked a table for seven o'clock at a restaurant two towns over thinking, it would be far enough away from prying eyes.

Friday evening at six thirty, he pulled into Harpers aunt and uncle's driveway, and texted her. Two minutes later she came out, and got in his car. She was wearing a pale blue summer dress, with a white shawl draped over her shoulders, her long hair cinched in a pony tail high on her head. She was beautiful, and radiant, smelling of Jasmine. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"I've been looking forward to this all week Peter."

"No more than me Harper."

As he drove off she place his book on the center console. Nothing was said, until they were seated at a booth in the corner of Carmine's Italian Restaurant.

"So, what did you think of the book?" he asked.

"I thought the possibility of a sixteen year old girl, falling for a older man somewhat of a stretch. The fact he was rich and she needed somewhere to live, lead me to believe that she was using him, but the more I read, the more I saw that she genuinely loved him."

"So you liked it?"

"Yeah, I did. I like you too Peter. I'm not sure how you feel about me."

He sat there with his emotions in turmoil inside a calm exterior. His heart said one thing, but his brain said no don't do it, don't tell her how you feel, don't get hurt again.

"You okay Peter?"

"No Harper I'm not. I know this is silly and totally . . ." He didn't know the words. An English Lit teacher, author of three novels, couldn't find the words to express the totally untenable relationship he wanted to have with this, this schoolgirl.

She placed her hand over his, and it became blindingly clear to her, that he was deeply in love with her, and damn the torpedoes, damn what society would think.

"Harper, this may sound silly, and totally ridiculous, but I am totally, utterly, completely in love with you. Have been from the moment I saw you at the pool."

He saw a tear in her eye, and love on her face. "I feel the same way Peter, I'm falling in love with you."

The waiter came over and immediately turned round, and walked away, sensing a romantic moment.

Harper leaned closer to him, put her hand on his face and kissed him. Peter felt light headed, as her lips met his, the smell of Jasmine on her skin.

"This can't work, I know it, but deep down it has to, or I'm lost," he said finally.

"I know Peter, I know, but we have to make it work somehow."

At that moment, Peter caught sight of Nancy Holloway, the assistant principal walk to a table on the far side of the restaurant. He wasn't sure if she'd seen them.

"Harper we have to leave, I just saw miss Holloway."

"Oh my God," she gasped.

"Listen, why don't you leave now, and get in my car, here are the keys, and I'll take care of the check, and join you."

Harper got up and left. Peter called the waiter over, apologized, and gave him a twenty dollar tip. He walked out hoping he had not been seen. Joining Harper, he drove off, and stopped in the parking lot of a vacant store.

She leaned over, and kissed him passionately. "Why don't we get a hotel room for a few hours?" she said, hoping she hadn't pushed it too far. A yes would be more than she could hope for. She had had a few boyfriends, but only one that she'd sex with, and it wasn't very pleasurable, as he came as soon as he had broken her hymen. She hoped beyond hope, that Peter would be better, more mature, more experienced.

Oh fuck, she wants me to get a room, and make love to her. "If that's what you want Harper, you sure?"

"Yes," she said with a little trepidation in her voice. "I should tell you, that I'm not a virgin, if that's what you were maybe concerned about."

"Thanks for letting me know, and yes I was worried about that."

He drove to a local Hyatt, and got a room while she waited in the car. Using his room keycard, he opened the side door, and they took the elevator to their third floor room.

Peter watched as Harper got undressed, anticipating what he had only imagined. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall from her arms, revealing firm upturned breasts with puffed areolae, and firm red nipples. As her panties puddled at her ankles, Peter's sharp intake of breath brought a smile to her lips.

"My God Harper you are so stunning. I've tried to imagine what your body looked like under that black bathing suit, but you are more beautiful than I ever imagined."

He quickly shed his clothes and got onto the bed, Harper lay on her side, his penis resting on her thigh. She grasped it, examining the purple crown, gorged with blood, wiping his precum with the pad of her thumb, putting it in her mouth, tasting him. Nice. Yes. Nice she liked it.

Peter gently squeezed her breasts, rolled her hard nipples between his thumb and finger; tingles ran from her nipples to her pussy. She remembered doing this as she masturbated under the sheets at night, but under his touch it was more intense.

He lay between her thighs, parting the pink fleshy labia of her pussy, the dark opening to her vagina amid folds of bright pink flesh, button clit poking, seeking attention. He dipped his tongue into her moist vagina, taking in the distinctive smell of a young woman's vulva, feeling it engorged, and thick with arousal.

Peter slowly sucked her clit, watching her face, nostrils flared, head rocking from side to side, nipples darkening. Her sweet little grunts were so erotic, as her orgasm approached.

"Oh gawd Peter I'm cumming." Her breasts rose and fell, flat tummy fluttered, as her orgasm took over her body, uncontrolled, spasms, intense passion, she was absolutely lost in her love for him.

"Peter," she murmured as she sank back into the bed. Her breathing slowing, as her orgasm ebbed.

"That was so intense." She pulled him to her mouth, sucking his lip, searching for his tongue. "I've never ever felt this way before. I love you Peter, I love you so much. I don't know why, but this feels so good, so right."

"Oh Harper thank you for giving me your love, and your body. I am as complete at this moment, as I've ever been."

Harper wanted this man to make love to her, to penetrate her, to fuck her, she desired it, demanded it, needed it, needed him inside her. She grasped his penis and guided it to the entrance of her vagina, and pushed the crown against its resistance. "Fuck me, but be gentle."

He slowly pushed past the resistance, and as her vagina dilated, his purple glans slipped in, the tight ring of her vagina yielded, dilated. He was inside his lover. Peter slowly, and gently pushed in until he was fully enveloped by her warm, moist, silken embrace.

She pulled him to her, feeling her breasts push against his chest. "This feels so good, your penis inside me, and your love enveloping me. Fuck me slow Peter."

It was a slow rhythmic fuck. Time slowed, as they both melded with each other's body, with each other's soul. Peter's gentle strokes, countered by Harper's clenching of his shaft, aroused another orgasm in her, feeling it gathering speed from the depths of her bowels. He sensed the nearness of her climax so he quickened his strokes, feeling his balls tighten, the warm urgent sensation between his legs, rising up and surging through his body, into his shaft.

The first spurt of his semen sparked Harper's orgasm, her body trembled, clutching him tight to her, wanting to climb inside him. She felt the spurts of his cum against her cervix, hot, and powerful, teeming with his seed, and at that very moment, she realized she wanted something that had never been in her vaguest distant thoughts -

She wanted to have his baby.

A warmth settled over her, as she felt the orgasmic bliss, and the absolute knowledge she was being impregnated at that very moment, by the seed of this man who she loved so deeply.

"Peter that was so magical, and wonderful, this night will stay with me forever."

"I love you Harper, always have in a way, and always will. I am so thankful you walked into my life."

An hour later Harper, looked at the clock, 10:30. She'd told her uncle she'd be back by ten.

"Peter, we have to go, as I'm half an hour late already."

They both got dressed, and, as Peter dropped her off, she gave him a quick kiss, and got out of the car. She waved as he drove away.

C h a p t e r  F o u r

Harper went to her bedroom after facing an uncle upset over her tardiness, undressed, and got into bed. She couldn't believe she had just made love with her teacher, no with her lover, and the father of her baby. She had no control whatsoever over the events of that night, or even over the events of the previous few weeks, since he came into her life. It was if it was preordained, sheer karma, or another Harper deep inside of her.

She slept a sleep of contentment.


The following Monday was the normal routine for Peter, until three thirty that is. As he was putting papers into his old worn brown satchel, a freshman popped his head around the door.

"Miss Holloway said she needs to see you Mr. Johnson."

Hmm I wonder what that is about. Peter thought. He was fairly certain that she hadn't see him at the restaurant. He knocked on her door, and walked in.

"You needed to see me?" he asked.

"Yes Peter have a seat." He walked over,and sat on her couch, she joined him.

"I'm concerned for you Peter."

"Why is that Nancy."

"Well I had scheduled a working dinner at Carmine's on Friday with Mike Jones, and he said he saw you and Harper Melville leaving the restaurant in somewhat of a hurry. I trust there is a simple explanation as to why you were having dinner with one of your students."

'Fuck fuck fuck. Come on Peter think fast, before a tardy response ends your career,' he said to himself.

"Err, I had been giving her extra tutoring, which her aunt and uncle were paying for, and I told them I would take Harper out to dinner, you know, as a way of saying thank you. English Lit teacher's salaries are not very good, as you well know."

Good job Peter, he thought. She looked at him with eyes that could spot a student's lie at fifty paces.

"I trust that explanation is the truth Peter, but I would think twice before meeting students after school, no matter how innocent. It only takes one student to start spreading rumors, no matter how false, for a promising career to flounder."

"Of course Nancy, I perfectly understand. Is that all?"

She nodded and he beat a hasty retreat. In the car he sent Harper a text:

Just left assistant principle Holloway's office. We were seen by math teacher Jones. I think my explanation that I was taking you to dinner as thanks for the money your aunt and uncle had paid me for the tuition I had been giving you.
I think she believes me but just in case she asks you.

I got a quick reply.

Thanks for the heads up.
Luv you much.


Harper and Peter didn't meet again after the restaurant incident, but exchanged extremely sexy texts or sexting as Peter later found out.


Six weeks later he got a text from Harper.

Urgent - need to meet -come to my house aunt and uncle are out until late tonight.
Luv u

After giving Peter the address, she put her phone down on her bed. She was thrilled to discover a missed period, and two weeks later the pregnancy tests confirmed it. She had made an appointment with an OBGYN at the practice her aunt used, and a simple blood test confirmed that she was six weeks pregnant. The doctor had said she needed to come in every four weeks for a check up.

It was official, she was going to have Peter's baby, and she had no idea what she was going to do. She was seventeen in four weeks, so that made her an adult capable of making her own decisions, and she had the money from the relative, that amounted to a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. She gave her uncle four hundred dollars a month for feeding her, and putting a roof over her head. Her bank account stood at a hundred and sixty thousand, and her financial adviser at the bank had invested wisely, so the returns covered her expenses and then some.


Peter parked the car, and knocked on Harper's front door. She answered with a big smile on her face ,throwing her arms around his neck, and kissing him. He returned her passion.

"I've got some great news Peter, we're going to have a baby, I'm pregnant."

"What . . . err . . . baby . . . You pregnant?"

"Yes, isn't that great?"

I needed to sit down. Then it hit me, we had unprotected sex, and now I'm going to be a father? Wait, I'm going to be a father? Me, a father? Then an amazing thing happened, and if anyone asked, I couldn't have given them a coherent answer.

I was thrilled.

Harper must have seen the grin on my face, as she hugged me. "Tell me what you're thinking right now Peter."

"Baby's names," I must have mumbled.

"Did you just say baby's names?"

I must have looked really funny, as the grin was stuck in place, and I went rambling on about boy or girl, if it's a boy I think Wells would be nice and for a girl I've always liked Isabella.

"Peter, your not making much sense, could you please put a coherent sentence together, you're an English Lit teacher for goodness sake."

Sense returned to my brain, and it became crystal clear. "I'm going to be a dad, you're going to have a baby, our baby. Oh Harper, I do love you so."

"So you're okay with this?" she said, with a little uncertainty in her voice.

"Okay. Okay, yes I'm okay. No I'm not okay, okay is not strong enough of a word. I'm not okay, I'm thrilled, over the moon, delighted."

"I'm so glad Peter, as I wasn't sure what your reaction would be."

"We've got a lot of things to think about, a lot of things to do. You're seventeen in a month, right?"

"Yes, the second of June. Why?"

I didn't have a ring, but I didn't care. I got down on one knee. "Harper will you be my wife?"

Harper was stunned. She stood there with her mouth open. She hadn't expected this.
"Of course I'll marry you Peter, I never thought anything else, baby or no baby."

Peter got up, and hugged her. "When did you say your aunt and uncle were due back?" he said with a smile on his face. Harper took the hint, and he followed her to her bedroom. He was amazed to see so many books, and not just novels, but books on astronomy, religions, quantum physics, the list went on.

"You have a very active mind Harper, as do I. I want to see what color underwear you have on."

She laughed that Lauren Bacall laugh, and she had me; I melted inside. "Come on Peter, get your clothes off." He needed no prodding, and was soon naked on her bed. Harper slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a blue cotton bra, jeans revealed a beautiful pair of blue cotton panties, hugging her lush vulva.

"Tease," he said. "Come on I want to see what's under them."

Harper unhooked her bra and let it fall on the floor, followed by her panties.

"Come here, beautiful future Mrs. Johnson." Harper lay on the bed beside him.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that. Mrs. Harper Johnson," she mused.

Peter put his face to her tummy and kissed her from her navel to the top of her pubes. "Hello baby, this is your daddy, and I want you to grow, and be healthy, and by the way, you only have eight months to do it."

Harper giggled. "You are funny Peter, I really need you inside of me, I don't want to be made love to right now, I just want you to fuck me."

This was a side of Harper he hadn't seen, and it thrilled him immensely. He roughly opened her legs, and pulled her to him, full vulva, labia puffed and red, clitoris prominent, all saying I want to be fucked. She moaned, as his hard erection penetrated her already moist vagina, her legs wrapped around his neck, urging his strokes, his penis as deep as it had ever been, bumped against her cervix.

Her breaths became short and hard, nostrils flared, and loud ughs, every time his penis slammed against her cervix. She quickly arrived at her climax, arching her back, her pubes pressed hard against his pubic bone.

"Oh Peter," she moaned, clamping her vagina around his shaft, keeping him deep inside, as she felt the spurts of his cum against her cervix, so aroused, so hot, so wonderful, so much love.

Peter collapsed beside her, total spent, totally empty. She had drained him. "God Harper, you came really hard, if that's what being pregnant does for your orgasms then we're in for a wild ride."

"Peter, you'll never know how much I love you."

C h a p t e r  F i v e

Harper's aunt and uncle were very unhappy, when she told them she was pregnant, and was going to get married on her seventeenth birthday, but their love for her overcame their anger, and told her that they would support and help her.


The rumors started, when one girl had overheard Harper talking to Peter on her phone, about baby's names. As in all high schools, the rumor mill amongst girls was active and energetic. A rumor started after first class, was viral by lunch. At first, Harper didn't know why she was getting more stares from the girls than usual. Then a close friend told her, that the rumor was, that she was pregnant, and the mill was in overdrive to find out who the father was.

Harper was mortified, more so when she was beckoned to Miss Holloway's office.

"Sit down Harper."

"What's this about Miss Holloway?"

"Harper there's a rumor going around that you are pregnant. Is it true?"

She knew why she had been summoned so was ready with her answer. "No miss, it's not true, and I know why someone thought so. Someone must have overheard me talking to my cousin, about names for the baby, she's due in three months."

"Oh I see. Thanks for putting that one to rest. You may go."

She finished her last month of school, trying to hide the bump with loose fitting clothes, and she ducked Phys Ed, as that would have really given the game away.


Harper's seventeenth birthday was unusual to say the least, as it was also her wedding day. Her uncle gave her away, and Peter's young cousin served as her bridesmaid. His sister, Judy, who was in total shock when he told her who he was marrying, and how old she was, and that she was pregnant, also attended. The church service was short, with so few guests, just a few good friends from school, who were very surprised when she told them who she was marrying. To a tee, all said they thought Peter was so handsome and sexy, and all expressed jealousy, but also happiness for her. No one except Peter, his sister, and her aunt and uncle, knew she was pregnant, her wedding dress was deliberately loose to hide her growing bump.

The reception also served as her birthday party, Peter had given her a first edition of H.G.Wells' 'The Time Machine', which she loved, it took it's place next to 'The History of Mr. Polly' on a new bookshelf, in Peter's study along with her other books, as she had moved in the week before.

They honeymooned on Martha's Vineyard, in a small cottage owned by Judy and her husband. The taxi dropped them off at the cottage front door at eight o'clock, just as the sun was just starting to kiss the ocean. Peter opened the door, and carried Harper over it's threshold.

"Welcome to your honeymoon hotel, Mrs. Harper Johnson."

"Oh Mr. Peter Johnson, you're such the romantic."

I found some candles and put them in our bedroom. "I want to make love to my wife tonight, make love to Mrs. Johnson."

"You'd better Mr. Johnson."

I led my new bride to our bed and, made her sit there while I undressed. "You see a changed man my love, no longer a bachelor, but the husband of the most beautiful, most intelligent, and definitely the most pregnant woman in the world."

"Aww Peter, come over here." Harper hugged his waist, kissing his nipples, and squeezing his bum. "That has to be the most kissable bottom I have ever seen."

"So I just found out my new wife has seen a lot of men's bums huh."

"Just yours my husband." Harper got off the bed and patted it for Peter to sit. She stood up and removed her jeans revealing a little pair of red bikini panties that barely covered her pubes.

"Damn Harper, that is an incredibly sexy sight, a tiny sexy pair of panties under a gorgeous sexy bump. I hope our little daughter feels as sexy as her mother."

"Shush, she'll hear you," she said giggling. Harper unbuttoned her blouse, under which she had a matching red bra, her growing breasts almost spilling over the demi-cups.

"I think you may need a bigger bra honey. Let me kiss those lovely boobs. Peter reached behind and unhooked her bra, she let it slide off her arms. He marveled at how her areolae had gotten more puffy, and turned from a light brown to a darker shade, and how her nipples had grown. They got hard at the gentle pressure of his lips, his tongue flicked them, hands cupping each firm breast.

"God you are so sexy pregnant, I may have to keep you pregnant all the time."

"No you don't mister, we might have another but that's it."

He held her small bump with both hands, and placed little kisses all over. She pulled away giggling.

"That tickles. Take my panties off please."

"The pleasure is all mine," he said, as he slipped the tiny scraps of satin over her now growing hips, letting them fall to the floor. She got on the bed with her back to him.

"You may have to get used to this, as my belly gets bigger."

Peter pushed his penis into the cleft of her cheeks, wrapped his arms around her, and cupped each breast, hard nipples pushing against his palms, nuzzling her neck.

"I love you so much Harper, thank you, thank you for finding me, thank you for loving me, thank you for bearing our child, and thank you for being my wife."

Harper turned her face to him. "I love you too sweetheart." She opened her legs and reached under, searching for his penis, grasping it, pulling it under her and placing it at the entrance to her moist, hot vagina.

"Now," was all she said.

He pushed up into her, a hot, wet, soft velvet-sheath embraced his erection. Strokes, long slow strokes inside her, arousing her, quickening her breathing, pulsing nipples under his gentle caress.

"Yes this is how it's meant to be," she murmured, a veil of desire covered her vision, as he rubbed her firm rubbery clit, sending sparks into her pussy.

Peter's hot breath on her neck, more arousal, his pubic bone pushing into her bum, more arousal. She could sense the edge of her orgasm between her thighs, advancing inside her like a rising tide, swelling, rippling, surging.

"I'm almost there," she managed to say, as waves of pleasure washed through her, her orgasm carrying her on it's crest, faster and faster, until it crashed and dissipated, leaving her panting and helpless, wrapped in his strong arms, deeply in love.

Peter felt the small shudder as her orgasm gripped her, his strokes got quicker and quicker, semen surging inside him, entering his shaft, and spurting out, flooding her vagina, cumming, cumming, cumming.

"Harper," was all he could manage, holding his bride, his wife, his lover tight. They lay in each others arms in post orgasmic euphoria.

"Have you thought about names for our daughter?" Harper finally asked.

"I have a few, but I like Isabella the best. What about you?"

"I've thought of a lot, Zoe and Summer are my favorites, but I keep coming back to Isabella, why do you like that name?" she asked.

Peter hoped Harper would understand, and not get angry with him. "I have to admit this, but it was the name of the girl I first had sex with, hope you're not angry with me."

She turned and kissed him hard. "Peter, I could never be angry with you. What happened to her?"

"To be honest I don't know. We dated for about six months and I thought things were going fine, but then she disappeared. I asked her parents where she had gone, but they wouldn't say. Strange really."

"How old were you?"

"We were both fourteen, so young. So what do you think we should name our daughter?"

"Isabella it is, Izzy for short, I like that, and I would love if we named her Isabella Harper Johnson. What do you think?"

"Love it honey, has a nice ring to it."

C h a p t e r  S i x

Peter and Harper fell into a happy family life; Harper getting bigger by the week. Peter loved her large, full breasts. Harper telling him not to get used to them. She was now almost at the end of her first trimester, and Peter couldn't keep his hands off her belly, massaging it, talking to it, reading from an H.G.Wells novel, as they lay in bed at night.

Sex was wonderful, as it seemed as if being pregnant had made Harper horny all the time, and Peter took advantage of it. She had been having multiple orgasms most times they made love.

September came, Harper was now three months pregnant, and time for Peter to return to school, a thing he had been dreading. He almost applied for a teaching job in another city, but he loved teaching at Benton, loved the staff, and he was getting a new batch of senior year students, so he didn't have to face the ones from the last term but the staff hadn't changed. He dreaded the conversation he would surely have with Nancy Holloway.


Peter walked into the main school building, and was immediately ambushed by Nancy Holloway.

"Oh God give me strength," he muttered under his breath. At least she doesn't know Harper's pregnant. He hoped.

"Peter, a word if you please," she said, her head stuck out of the open door of her office.

Peter walked in, it felt like he was walking the Green Mile.

"Have a seat please," she said. Peter sat down on a side chair by her desk.

"First I guess that congratulations are in order on your recent marriage to one of your students, Harper Melville."

Nancy could be nice at times, but when she wanted to stick the knife in she could be quite ruthless, and the emphasis on Harper's name was ruthless. I decided to play it nice.

"Well thank you Nancy, that was very nice of you." The nicety didn't have any affect, she was on the warpath.

"At least you had the decency to wait until after graduation."

Wow she's not just sticking it in, but twisting it, time to go on the offensive. "Now wait a minute here Nancy, what are you implying?"

"Well it is quite obvious, you were having an affair with one of your students."

"You have proof of that of course."

"Well." Ahah, the first sign of a chink in her armor, time to push through for a touchdown.

"If you do I would like to see it, and if it's pure speculation on your part, I think I need to bring this up with the Teacher's Union as a grievance." Take that miss smarty pants.

"Well there's no need to go that far Peter, I was just making an observation."

Yes, touchdown, now to spike the ball. "Miss Holloway I would suggest you keep you observations to yourself, as throwing around unfounded speculations can ruin a persons career. Will that be all?"

"Yes I think so."

"Good as I have a new class of students, and I need to decide which one I'm going to have an affair with." Her open mouth was a triumph that Wells would be proud of.


The first few weeks were a little awkward with some of the staff, particularly the older females, but for the most part the men were okay, probably a little jealous, wishing it was them, after all Harper had easily been the most beautiful student in the whole school.


Harper had a fairly easy pregnancy, and took the opportunity to do a lot of reading. I loved books, but it never failed to amaze me at her appetite for knowledge. We were sat having a quiet evening, when Harper was startled by our baby's first kick.

"Oh I just felt Izzy kick. Wow that was amazing."

Peter got up and knelt beside the rocking chair he had bought for her, and placed his hands on her now quite large belly. The baby kicked again.

"Oh I felt that one, my little Izzy is getting rowdy. Maybe she'll be a soccer player."

Harper frowned. "My daughter isn't going to spend hours running around a muddy soccer field, she will have better things to do."

"You mean like running after boys?"

"That's enough Peter, she'll hear you."


It was a Tuesday late afternoon, I was reading our local rag, when I heard Harper call from our bedroom where she took her usual afternoon nap.

"Peter, come quick." I raced upstairs, two treads at a time, and burst into our bedroom.

"What is it honey?"

"My waters just broke, our baby wants to make a debut." I quickly picked up the pre-packed suitcase, and helped Harper to the car. Ten minutes later, with Harper breathing like the Lamaze classes had taught her, we arrived at admissions. After she was safely inside, I parked the car and went back in. They had taken her to the Birth wing, which took me five minutes to find.

The nurse gave me a gown, and a mask, and let me in to be beside her, having told me Harper was very close to giving birth. I was so excited, as I was going to see my baby Izzy make her debut into the world. Harper was laying on the bed wearing a green hospital gown, her hands over her large belly, massaging it gently.

Her contractions came faster and faster until, the nurse-midwife said she could see the baby's head. After five minutes of push-push-push, our darling Izzy was born, and took her first breath, and her first cry. They laid her in Harpers arms, sweat on her brow, and a huge smile on her face. I kissed her.

"Our Izzy, our beautiful baby," I whispered. They let me cut the umbilical cord, separating Izzy from her mother. It would be a physical break, but as years went by their emotional bond would grow.

I finally got to hold my daughter. "Harper she's so beautiful, just like her mother, and she has your green eyes."

"I love you Peter and thank you for our daughter, I know she's going to make us proud."

C h a p t e r  S e v e n

Peter watched with awe as their little daughter grew, and said her first word, Dada which made him proud. Her first steps when she was just over twelve months old, made them both proud, and when she was potty trained a month later, they knew she was growing up fast.

News had reached the school when Izzy was eighteen months old, but nothing was said, and Nancy Holloway never said a word about it.

We enrolled Izzy in a pre-school program at four, but she was learning so fast, that Harper taught her every day at home. She made amazing progress, reading at eighteen months ahead of her age, and could recite her multiplication table with ease. Seeing her make progress every day, made us both so happy.

Peter found another first edition to give to Harper for her twenty first birthday, 'To Kill A Mockingbird' by Harper Lee. It found a place on her bookshelf, next to 'The History Of Mr. Polly' and 'The Time Machine'.


We were sat reading one evening after putting Izzy to bed.


"Yes honey." She had started to call me honey about a year after we got married.

"Do you ever think of trying to find out who that mystery relative was, you're twenty one now, so they have to let you see the adoption records?"

"No, I think I like it the way it is. It's in my past, and I have you and Izzy in my future."

"You know, I feel the same way about my relative, why look back, it seems so pointless. I often wonder how you got your name as it's so unusual."

"By the way Peter, I'm pregnant again,"  she said, for the second time, still no response.

"Darn it, Peter you sometimes get so wrapped up in a thought, that you don't hear what I'm telling you. I just told you I was pregnant and all I hear is you talking about my name."

T w e n t y  O n e  Y e a r s  E a r l i e r

A name. They said that's all I can give my lovely daughter, a name. They said I was too young at fourteen to take care of a baby, and that adoption was the only option. After today, I would never see my baby again, but I could give her a name.

I thought about my first love, Peter, my darling Peter, the father of my baby. How was he? Did he still love me. Did he try and find me, after my parents shipped me off to this nunnery, a thousand miles away from him in Portland Maine?

Sister Agnes walked in carrying a bottle of formula.

"Here you go dear," she handed her the bottle. The baby greedily suckled the teat, as she lay in her mother's arms. Sister Agnes picked up an open book from the bedside table, and looked at the title.

"They just found a long lost manuscript by this author,"  she said. There was no response.


"Isabella, did you hear me?"

"Sorry, what author?"

"Harper Lee."




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