Any lingering hopes were swept away as I stared at the result from the test kit.
I was pregnant! I had been well and truly "banged up".
I knew now, without doubt, that there was a price to pay for my indulgences. I feared for my impending marriage as I tried to think how to explain my belly full of arms and legs to a would be husband who had yet to penetrate me.
The wedding was still two months away and I'd cleverly (as I thought at the time) held him at bay and reeled him in with the promise of a "grand opening" on our wedding night.
As I tried to come to grips with the dilemma I found myself in, I reflected on the events of the last couple of months that had taken me from a virginal bride to be, and turned me into sexually aroused and fully pregnant fiance in one very sensual encounter...
I suppose some blame for the situation in which I now find myself could be attributed to the very protective environment in which I had finished my education. I was nineteen and had spent the last four years in a Swiss finishing school. I thought I knew everthing about everything, but had had no "hands on" sexual experiences, and had made do with fantasies, girl talk and a some private experimentation... until I finally returned home the complete lady (so my parents thought)and met up with Alan.
He turned out to be my catch of the night at my welcome home party. A great looking guy with a personality and bank account to match. A guy who was self assured and apparently very successful in the art of seduction, if some of my girlfriends' stories were true.
I had noticed him among the "studs" because he was fair-haired, blue-eyed and well built, apart from being damned good looking. (I don't want much in a man. Just good looks, money and the right basic instincts...and I had a thing for blue-eyed blondes).
The party was a pretty tame affair, given the parental oversight factor.But it did give me a nice dose of the "warm fuzzies".
I was the centre of attention (after all, the party was for me), but I had the smug feeling that it wasn't just that the guys were being nice because I'd been out of town for a few years.
I was tall, lean, leggy and willowy, with jet black hair and an olive complexion, giving me a light allover tan. I wasn't over endowed in the boob department, but they were firm, and pointed upward rather than down. They needed no support, and in my pristine white halter top, I thought I looked pretty good. I rather enjoyed the impact I was having, and I felt that there were some pretty exciting times ahead. Wow! was that a prophecy fulfilled.
Alan was one of the lineup of party animals looking for a target and, as we went through the "hello", and "nice to know you routine", I felt a little pang of excitement. I had the feeling I was earmarked as his target.
This was to be the start of the main game. The curtain raiser to my becoming a woman in the real sense, and my first real foray into the mating arena. I was becoming all too aware that I had been kept "in storage"too long. I had been getting some very strong signals from my vital areas. Natural urges were demanding fulfillment, and I knew I couldn't keep them waiting much longer.
It wasn't long before we gravitated to the dance floor and things became a little more intimate...and exciting. I was quickly but deftly manoeuvred into close formation nuzzling, with more than a hint of bodily contact in the key areas, but who was I to complain. I was loving in it.
He soon made it obvious that he was out to separate me from the herd, suggesting a "drive and coffee". I wasn't stupid, but I didn't mind the idea one little bit, so it wasn't long before we'd slipped quietly away in his Mercedes sports for parts unknown.
Needless to say, we ended up at his apartment. Hell! What a place. No wonder the girls said he was a good catch, with a high success rate in the penetration stakes. With a pad like this I had no doubts that a bevy of virgins had been deflowered here over the years.
I knew I had to handle the situation carefully. He was showing all the signs of being smitten and while I knew he was sexually wound up like a coiled spring, I rather liked the idea of hanging on to this guy, and all the goodies that went with him. As much as I wanted to "lay myself bare", I knew I had to keep the brakes on and make myself a special prize rather than just another notch on his male equipment.
The champagne was soon on the table for a "private celebration of my home coming" as he termed it, though I had no doubt that this was not the only sort of "coming" that was on his mind. I had learned enough to know that the champagne treatment was not intended as a conversation opener, but a leg opener. I knew though, that if I wanted to keep him on the hook I could not allow him to make a "deposit" just yet, much as I liked the idea of experiencing the real thing.
Besides, I was completely unprotected. I hadn't even contemplated going on the pill. I'd had the full sex education bit at college and had developed some very funny feelings about the sex act and impregnation. Maybe I'm a bit kinky, but I often fantasise about playing sexual russian roulette. The idea of being inseminated, with a fifty fifty chance of becoming pregnant, not only fascinates me, it makes me weak and trembly, and sends some very strong yes! yes! yes! signals to my love tunnel. I had to do some heavy suppressing of my urges, at least for the time being, if I was to weather this first storm and win the bigger prize.
"Let the game begin." I thought, as he eased me gently into a clinch on the "mating couch".
That first sensation of his tongue gently parting my lips and slipping inside was so erotic. I didn't believe a first kiss could be such a turn on. His tongue was so beautifully insistent as he signalled that this was a prelude. Upper persuasion for lower invasion. My imagination went wild as I thought about what else could be slipping inside me soon. I had to get the situation under control or I would become just another one night conquest.
"Cool it, Alan." I urged. "The night is young, we've got lots of time, and I was enjoying the dancing. Turn on some music!" I commanded, with less than convincing authority.
He was a bit put off, but complied, and dragged me back into snuggle mode in an upright position. It wasn't really dancing, rather more pressing the flesh all over, and it felt damned good. Round one to me.
He wasn't to be denied quite that easily though (nor did I want him to be). As we gyrated in close contact his hands began to gently caress my bare back as he sought to confirm that I was braless. Then, growing bolder they moved easily down the curve of my back to cup the cheeks of my bottom as he pulled me against him more tightly at the business end. He might have been enjoying the feel of what I knew was a very firm and well proportioned bum, but the fun wasn't all his as I fantasised over the very prominent bulge that was delivering a strong message to the moistening lower end of my churning tummy.
It wasn't long before I felt the couch behind my knees as he manouvred me back to a more accessable position. A gentle nudge as he slid his tongue down my throat again and I was on my back with him on top of me. He didn't give me any chance to recover. His tongue worked insistently to occupy my attention as he kneed my legs apart and pressed himself against my vagina as if to announce "Get ready! I'll be in there soon". Hell this was good. I had to make sure I didn't "lose it" but at the same time let him think that entry was not too far off.
His lips went lightly across my neck and throat as he eased a shoulder strap aside. I knew where he was heading, but if I was going to give ground, this was the right end to start with in the early part of the game.
His tongue flicked tantalisingly as his mouth travelled down my cleavage, eased aside the light fabric of my halter top and engulfed a very aroused and straining nipple. "Mmmm!" I heard myself murmur as his tongue circled and teased, and his mouth began to draw gently. I relaxed for a moment, enjoying the sheer sensuality of it all and before I knew what had happened, I was bare to the waist and his hands were at work on my thighs coaxing my dress upward to reveal the main action area. Much as I hated the idea, it was time to find a way to bring things to a halt before I ended up with no pants, no hymen and a bellyful of love juice.
"Alan! We've got to stop right now." I pushed him gently. "We're both as randy as hell and I can't keep you out much longer." I lamented. "I'm new to all this. I'm unprotected and I just need a little help and understanding before I throw discretion to the winds." This demure little outburst was calculated to appeal to his male protective instincts and it seemed to work. He relaxed his efforts long enough for me to struggle out from under and regain some composure. He wasn't happy. It was time for me to take the initiative and rebuild his male ego.
I laid across him, gently stroked his chest and whispered to him "Alan, you'll get what you want. Remember I want you inside me just as much as you want to be there, but I've got some funny ideas and you'd better hear them 'cause you might not like 'em."
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