Pregnancy Scare
I’ve only had one pregnancy scare in my life. It was when I was fifteen and dating an Irish guy who was twenty (later I found out our relationship was illegal…but he was foreign; how does that work with the legal issues??).
I was at his house in New Mexico. It wasn’t even his house, just some house he was staying in with friends while he was in town visiting from Ireland. It was his first trip the the United States. I DON’T DO DRUGS and never have and never will. He was hanging out with some friends of mine and started talking to me about his brilliant idea to start smoking pot. I talked him out of it and we became friends. Two weeks later I was giving him blow jobs in the living room of his guest house while everyone else went to work.
His name was Ian and I told him I was seventeen. One night he fucked me standing up while I was leaning dramatically over the edge of the bed with my legs up on him. I’m pretty flexible and was more flexible at fifteen so we were able to do some really kinky stuff. He came inside of me because we had both goten irritated at the sensation of the condom we’d had on.
The next morning I had this weird sensation and started panicing that I might be pregnant, even though I knew it was too soon to tell. I scampered down to Planned Parenthood VERY humbly and got the Morning After Pill. I didn’t know how to swallow pills well so Ian rubbed my throat as I sat naked on the sink in the kitchen and tried to get the teeny tiny pill down.
We dated for about two months if I recall correctly. Eventually he just went his way back to Ireland, and I went back to school since summer vacation was over. His accent made me so horny. I still think about it sometimes.
