Where it happened: bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Most of the stories I have read here seen phony to me. But mine isn’t, it’s the whole truth. And maybe it will change some peoples minds about sex.
I had been going out with this guy, John (not his real name) for a year now. We were the same age and had started out as just friends. I had fallen in love with him, and he always told me he was in love with me. Then one day, close to my 14th birthday, he decided to give me a surprise. When I got home after school, he was there. Being the oldest in the household, I was trusted to stay home alone. Well, we talked, and eventually the topic got to sex. I was still a virgin, he had had sex once. For about 3 months we had been talking about sex, and I told him I wanted to make love with him, but I was scared. He often promised (and he had never broken a promise) me that if he ever got a girl pregnant, he would always be there for the baby. He also had told me that he did not believe in abortion and would never turn to that alternative. Anyway, on that day, we started making out, and one thing just led to another. John never would leave me without telling me he loved me, and I was often told that, so I let it go. I’m not going to be like most and say he was 7 inches, but I will say he was average for a teenage boy. My first time hurt, but I got over it. There were many other times after that, and our relationship and the love was just getting deeper and deeper. He always would say and do the most romantic things, like one night before I had to go on a 4 day trip he told me to pick my favorite star and that would be mine so he and I could look up at it at night and not miss each other as much.
Then it happened. We had been going out for a year and nine 1/2 months. Summer had just come, it was June 28, and he called and said he wanted to break up. He said he still loved me, but didn’t want to be involved any longer. I was heartbroken, and what made it worse was two weeks later I discovered I was pregnant. I kept real quiet about it until the fourth month, when I started showing. My friends told me to tell him, and when I did he said he wanted and abortion. Upset, I cried over and over.
Now it has been almost a year since that has happend, and I am a mother of a little boy, David Anthony, who is barely a month old. My cry to others is that sex is not just a game, even those who don’t deserve it can get the worst. Please don’t joke around.
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