Where it happened: Boyfriends room at his uni
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It was the weekend before my boyfriend’s birthday and I had agreed to travel the 100 miles from my uni to his. I travelled by train, but unfortunately missed the one that would have got me there just in time to get changed at his (lets call him Steve) before going out to the club. I phoned and apologised and Steve said he’d wait for me to arrive and he wasn’t going out without me, and that his friends would just have to go ahead.
Feeling awful I decided to get changed on the train so that I would be ready to put my case in staves room and then jump straight into a taxi. Unfortunately the toilets on the rain were out of order… but the carriage I was in was empty. I managed to change out of jeans, tee, hoody, and Wellies into a little black dress with holdups and 4″ heels and narrowly avoiding flashing the ticket collector who decided at that moment to make an appearance.
Once off the train I managed to slip and slide along the icy platform (it was mid winter) and arrive at my boyfriends at 11:30 pm. Kindly two of Steves friends had waited with him and we got a taxi together.
The music was good, the drinks were cheap and the company was excellent. We spent more time dancing then drinking and when we arrived back at am we were happy and tipsy but more full of love then anything.
It was the second or third time I had stayed at Steve’s over a three month period. It was the fourth month of our relationship although we had been friends for much longer. I was his first girlfriend and so things were being taken slow, until tonight that is.
I got changed into my nightdress and climbed into bed next to him; we cuddled as usual and had our slow soft kisses which always felt amazing. Our kisses became more frantic, more passionate, hard and deep. Somehow I was underneath him, and I had never felt as attracted to him as now.
His skin felt soft and taught under my hands, his muscles rippled as he moved. I pulled him closer, tighter and I ran my nails up and down his spine, changing the tempo at random. His arse is one of those perk ones you just have to squeeze, and so I did. I knew it was me leading us on, the one in control, since he was so much more innocent then me.
His hands slipped up my nightdress but they only touched the safe places, like the stomach, back and shoulders. My finger became attracted to the waistband of his boxers and I couldn’t help but run my finger underneath it, occasionally brushing lightly against more intimate areas.
Steve took a second to let go of my lips to growl “I never knew you could be naughty”. I like to laugh at all times rather then be sexy, and so I laughed and told him it was no fun being the good girl all the time. My comment seemed to ignite some passion within him as he suddenly whipped my nightdress over my head. However his very nature is sweet and caring and he immediately asked if I minded which of course I didn’t.
From this point on we became hot and very naked and passionate, touching and getting to know the feel of every part of each others bodies. I find the taste of his skin wonderful and so I couldn’t help but kiss any part of his skin where ever I could reach, and I found a deep pleasure at being able to make him moan and squirm, meaning my hands kept wondering back to a certain area so precious to men.
At some point Steve whispered into my ear, “you’re my naughty nursing student”, a phrase that he muttered and whispered and growled many times that night.
Things were getting to a point where we weren’t ready to stop, but we needed to move to the next level. Steve stopped what he was doing and pulled away from my body while looking me in the eye, “Do you want to stop yet”, I was breathing fast and couldn’t quite talk so I shook my head to say no. “Do you want things to go to the next level?” I managed to say yes very quietly but firmly, he looked unsure, “are you sure you want this” I replied, “Of course I want this”. He grinned like a cat that got the cream and I pulled him back towards me for another passionate kiss
Steve pulled away with a smug grin on his face, “I think you’re forgetting something”, I frowned, “I am?”
He looked at me slightly shocked,” protection?”
I suddenly understood what he meant, when he had said the next step I presumed he meant using hands and fingers or maybe oral, but no he meant the whole way, and oddly it didn’t scare me. Weird because it was why I had broken up with my last boyfriend because I wasn’t ready to go “that” far, everything else yes, that, no.
But I trusted Steve, his friends were my friends, and he was more then a boyfriend he was my good close friend.
I suddenly realised I owned no protection, I didn’t think we were going to need any just yet, “Do you have any?” I was on the pill and I knew I had no infections, I’d got myself checked just to be sure, and Steve hadn’t even kissed another girl other then me, but it pays to be safe….
He had one, a free one given away by the medical centre when you sign up with them.
He was too nervous to put the light on, he was afraid I wouldn’t find him attractive in the harsh light. Instead I put it on him while he used his mobile as a torch (in the heat of the moment I thought nothing of it)
He asked me to guide him, he looked a little nervous and I kissed his nose smiled and helped him out. I tensed up at first making it hurt like hell, and then I thought, I love this guy and I know he really cares about me so calm down, I did, and although it was short it actually felt amazing!
I fell asleep afterwards with my head on his chest and his arms around me.
Were still together now, but apart from that one time we haven’t had sex again, we do absolutely everything but the sex, he’s too scared something will go wrong again. You see I was antibiotics at the time making the pill useless, and in the poor light it may have been the condom wasn’t put on properly or maybe it broke a little and we didn’t notice…. 3 weeks after our night of passion I started feeling nauseas, couldn’t stand the smell of fresh bread, needed milk in my coffee (after years of drinking it black) and craved butter on toast (I had never liked butter growing up). At this point I was training on a gynaecology ward, I dealt with women in early stages of pregnancy, either those miscarrying or those with sever hypremisis, I knew the signs.
I hadn’t seen Steve for a month, our uni courses clashed too much and we were poor. I went home for Christmas holidays and had my 19th birthday a few days before Christmas day. I went to my boyfriend’s house and sat in the living room with his parents and some of their friends, I talked and laughed but said I had a cold and so only wanted water not wine.
It was an ok night until they started talking about an old friends daughter who was my age who was pregnant, Steve’s mum commented that she would not be able to cope if one of her sons were to become a dad now. I felt faint, what was I meant to do. Steve’s mum noticed I was pale and asked me if I was ok, I replied it was a headache.
I had been planning to tell Steve that night that I was pregnant, but I lost my guts. That night when I got home I became ill; I spent Christmas day and Boxing Day in bed with a high temperature, and an awful cough.
My mum only had flu tablets, which she gave me the box of so that I could keep the temperature down. On the back of the box was a warning sign ‘DO NOT TAKE IF PREGNANT’, so I didn’t take.
The cough died down and I could walk without fainting, so I left the house but took things easy as the temperature would not go, even though once the shops were open I was taking paracetamol. A few days after new years I miscarried, I could just make out the foetus, but I
I grieved on my own, it was a month before I told Steve, he freaked out, but more with worry for me then anything else. He still lets me cry on his shoulder now about it if I need to.
I don’t regret our night of passion; I regret other things, such as the illness over Christmas, which is most likely what killed my baby.
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