Chapter 3
School wasn't much the same after that. One day after another. I almost forgot the date that I had made with Kevin, until he reminded me the day before. I thought it might do me some good if I went out with some of the other boys.
Kevin wasn't so bad, he was really a nice guy. A little skinny but he did have a brain and he was going to be a doctor in a few years. We went to an early movie and had the usual popcorn and soda. We saw two horrible horror pictures. After the movie we decided to walk home as the weather-was beautiful. The leaves were changing color and the trees were really beautiful. We stopped by a stream and sat on the rocks. It was kind of warm so I took my jacket off. Kevin looked at the sweater I had on or I should say what was in the sweater and said that from what he could see, my anatomy was in perfect condition. He began stroking my breast and told me that he wasn't getting fresh, it was a purely clinical touch. He said that it was hard to believe that I could have such perfect breasts. He asked me if I would get offended if he pulled up my sweater and bra, to get a closer look. I, of course, said that it would be alright as long as it was for studying. He picked up my sweater and unhooked my bra, to get a closer look and the way he looked I could tell that he was getting the best look. He then started to caress them very gently. He rubbed the nipples a few times until I told him that it was annoying. He said that he thought that all women liked that, that it was supposed to stimulate them. I explained that different women like different things, just like men do. He then asked me where I liked to be touched to be stimulated. I told him that was a personal question. He blushed and told me that he was a virgin. He explained that he never had time for sex, and he thought that he didn't care for it, but the first time he met me he said that he got an erection, and did every time he saw me.
Kevin said he didn't know how to go about asking me to go to bed with him. I told him that I liked him and I would help him out. I pulled my panties aside to show him my crotch. I told him that he must know all about anatomy by now, so he should know what it was. I took his hand and put it under my panties. He told me that he knew what part to touch to stimulate me there so I told him to go ahead and play with me and that I would let him know how he did it.
And start he did, and he sure was right when he said that he knew all the right spots. He had a big hardon before he even touched me and I knew that he would be coming any second now. I told him to stick his finger in me, as I opened his pants. I took out his penis. As I touched it he came all over with moans to match his sperm. He was very embarrassed by the whole thing. He quickly closed his pants and apologized. I told him that it happens like that sometimes that's why lots of women get divorces, when history keeps repeating itself. He asked me to come over to his apartment some night and he would try his best to satisfy me. He was a far cry from Clint, but I had to do something to stop myself from thinking of Clint. He was gone and I had to go on to someone else to get him out of my system.
Every time I stopped in the diner Kevin asked me to go to his apartment with him. I kept saying no, but when I discovered that my period was late I figured that a good lay might bring it on. That night he picked me up at the dorm and we went to his apartment. He brought some sandwiches from the diner and we ate them while we listened to his classical records, which I couldn't stand.
It took Kevin about two hours to get to the point, sex point that is. He actually asked me if I was ready to participate. I said yes as ladylike as I could and took off all my clothes. I laid down on the bed and waited for him to take his clothes off. He went into the other room and came back wearing only a robe and a hardon. He told me that when he masturbated he also came very fast. I told him that I read somewhere once, that if a man comes fast he should put a rubber band around the base of it, but not tight enough to hurt. It was supposed to prolong his erection.
His dick was long and skinny just like the rest of him. He had difficulty putting the rubber band on, so I told him to just put it in me and come first, then we would worry about the second time. He took my advice. He barely had the head in and he came. He washed up and sat on the bed next to me as I smoked a cigarette. He wasn't circumcised but he was very clean. Now he had another problem. He couldn't get an erection. This guy was really fucked up.
I went to wash and when I came back, I told him to eat me. He acted like he didn't want to. I pushed his head down between my legs and told him to try it. It wouldn't kill him. He said that he didn't know what to do. I told him to put his tongue where he put his fingers when he played with me the last time. I had to do everything but pull his tongue out of his mouth. I kept pushing his head in the right positions. After awhile though he seemed to get the hang of it and liked it. I told him that that was enough for today, but he grabbed my legs and wouldn't let go. He must have eaten me for about half an hour. He learned fast and made me come.
After a small rest, we put the rubber band around his erect prick. I told him to lie down and I kneeled over him. I put my pussy over the head of his prick very slowly so that he wouldn't come fast. He kept trying to shove it all in, but I wouldn't let him. All of a sudden, he pulled me down hard on him and without taking it out he turned me over on my back. He pulled me over to the end of the bed and knelt down on the floor, and then he plowed away like crazy, until I told him that I was going to come again. He pulled out his dick and took off the rubber band. When he put his dick in again, he didn't come right away. He kept plowing away some more until we fell off the bed onto the floor. We came together at the same time.
I think I created a monster, but what a monster, a great monster he was turning out to be. He was very proud of himself on the way home. Sometimes I think, sex does turn boys into men. At least it did in this case. As I was falling asleep, I was still thinking about Clint, but after Kevin, Clint I found was slowly starting to fade in my mind. Memories are good to have, but there's nothing like the real thing. And Kevin was convenient and certainly learned quickly.
The next day we went at it again, and I mean at it. He practically humped me as I walked in the door. He came fast four times. This guy must have had it stored up for centuries. He was really knocking me out. A pussy never wears out, but it sure can get tired and sore. I told him that we should cool it for a few days until I recuperate.
My period was a week late already and I decided that motherhood was arriving. I certainly wasn't ready for that. And I knew for sure that Clint was the father. What the hell was I supposed to do now?
The next time I saw Kevin, we had our usual go around for about two hours straight until he finally got tired. Man he fucked like a machine and I do mean a fucking-machine. I realized that the only thing that Kevin wanted out of me was sex and only sex.
Yes, his only feeling for me was sexual, so I thought that I might as well take advantage of his taking advantage of me. I told him that I was pregnant and that he was the father. Of course I lied a little about the dates, but it couldn't be proven at that early stage. He got very excited over the whole thing and said that he couldn't marry me because it would stop him from becoming a doctor. I told him that he was right, and what was I supposed to do with a child in school. If I had it I would have to give it away. It's better if I don't have the child at all. I cried all I could and he told me not to worry, that he'd let me know the next day what he decided upon.
When I saw him again, he told me that he had decided to marry me, and that he couldn't see his child being born without a father. I cried and yelled and told him that I didn't love him and that I didn't want his child. I ran from the house crying very dramatically.
The next day he called me and told me that it was very important that he see me. I met him at his apartment and he agreed that I was right, that I shouldn't have the child. He told me about a friend of his that was a doctor who could and would help us out. We had an appointment to meet him in a few days. As far as I was concerned, the sooner the better.
I found all of the articles I could about abortions and read them until I could see no more. But I wanted to be sure that I would not ruin my health. I was trying to be calm about the whole thing, but it's hard trying to be calm when you are in the situation I was in.
Kevin got the whole thing set up for Friday afternoon. I met his friend Ben and he explained everything that he was going to do to me. Then he told me what to expect the next day or so, so that I wouldn't think that something was happening that shouldn't be. He told me to lie down on my back with my panties off. Then he inserted some kind of instrument that looked like a big needle. As soon as he inserted some kind of liquid in me I started to get cramps. Very bad cramps down to my knees. He threw a blanket over me and told me not to get up for three hours, or else the fluid would run out and he would have to do it over again. I stayed in bed like he told me and the cramps were real bad. After the three hours were up, Ben told me that the more active I was, the sooner I would abort. Kevin took me dancing and in between cramps, I danced up a storm. I was going to spend the weekend with Kevin, so he could watch me, so nothing would go wrong. Ben told me that sex was also good to bring it on, the wilder the better. Kevin wasn't really in the mood, so I had to talk him into it.
We went to bed, him with the intention of getting some sleep, but I grabbed his penis and started to play with it. He didn't get a hard on so I started to eat him. It was the first time I had done that to him, and he got excited quickly. A few minutes later we were fucking as usual.
Not that it was his fault I was pregnant, but I convinced him he was and in doing so I started to dislike him more and more. The more he fucked me the more I hated him. I was thinking that although he was one hell of a plower, he had as much feeling for me as if he had stuck his penis in a piece of liver. Damn it, I said if I get through this alright, I'll never fuck another guy as long as I live. We balled two times more, but after awhile I couldn't stand him to touch me.
We slept for awhile and I woke up with terrible pains. There was blood all over the bed. I woke Kevin and he told me to sit on the pan he had ready, that way we would be able to see when I passed the baby. I got a pain that was the worst yet and I thought that I was going to die, but all that came out was a small clot of blood. This went on, hour after hour, until I was exhausted. I just laid down on the floor.
Kevin covered me with a blanket and sat next to me. I asked him for a cigarette, but I was too sick and tired to even take a drag. I started to get another pain, and I sat on the pan again. I threw the blanket off, it was so hot. The sweat was pouring off me like a river. Then I'd start to get chills. I was sure that I was going to die this time. I never had so much pain in my life. Death would be a relief.
First I wanted Kevin to hold me, then I would curse him for touching me. I knew that he was worried, but by then I was more worried about myself. The pains calmed down for a while and Kevin carried me back to the bed, so that I could get some sleep. I must have slept about ten minutes at the most when the pains started again. He helped me to the pan again and had a little trouble putting me on it as I was dead weight. I couldn't help myself. Every time I got a bad pain, I was supposed to bear down. I hardly had the strength anymore. When the pain got so bad that I couldn't stand it I beared down hard and I felt a big clot come out. Kevin said that it wasn't a clot this time it was the fetus. God, I thought, it's finally over. Now I can rest. I started to crawl back into bed, but Kevin stopped me.
He said "Hold on Cathy, just one more pain. The afterbirth hasn't come out yet."
"Oh, Kevin," I said, "I can't take anymore." Just then the pain came and it was all over.
When I woke up, the room was clean and so was I. I still felt very weak, but the pains were gone, and I felt like a new person. I didn't really hate Kevin, but I was disappointed in him that he could be fooled into thinking that it was his baby that he helped me to abort.
Now that it is all over I wonder what I would have done without him. He was a sweetheart to go through it with me, and I don't believe that I will ever forget him, try as I might. I wish only good for him and I know that he will make a fine doctor and I know that he will be a great lover.