SHORT STORIES

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[WARNING: Slightly steamy and sexual themes ahead, kind of fluffy, very little things.]

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How could this happen? We used a condom!

"Oh my god. You're pregnant?"

I whipped my head to the side - eyes wide, mouth slack.

"What are you doing here? Why are you here?"

Words tumble out of my mouth and I fidget with the strings of my sweatpants.

My head is running with thoughts, dribbling around my head like, if you're on the field and the ball is rolling along as you're using your feet to kick it forward, eyes focused on the game - looking for the areas with space, with limited people - free of your opponents. The adrenaline kicks in, your body is swiftly arching back, but the balance is strong - you're not falling behind, the power in your leg is strong as you propel the ball forward, your leg swings back, and in a very quick minute - people are screaming, biting their fingernails anticipating for the ball to reach the net - and it's in.

"Liz? Are you still with me?" I look up, it's Gia. Gianna Perenski.

The girl I've been friends with since preschool, when we're at parties and reply to the 'How do you know each other?', we can easily reply with a, 'Oh, we go way back, because we honestly do. She was (unfortunately) there when I had my first kiss with Joey Russo, the cutest boy in the whole school.

It was a small peck, I stole his first, he stole mine. Gia was not happy about that. Whatever, we were like, 10? She has got to get over it.

"Yes. Yes, Gi. I'm always with you." I walk over to her, reaching for her hands as she watches me like a shocked puppy.

"The baby's six weeks old, and I made sure the appointment with doctor Denny was before my dinner with Derek."

"Wow, so you're really gonna do this, huh?" She whispers.

"It's the only option," I say firmly, dropping her hands as I step away from her.

I'm not ready for a child. I'm way too young! I'm supposed to live my life, but instead, I screw my boyfriend once and suddenly I made appointments for an abortion. I can't raise a child.

"Does...Does he know? Derek?" she mutters.

"No," I say softly.

She looks up at me as I sigh.

"Look I...I gotta go, it's...I gotta go." I grab my keys and coat and walk away.

*****

It's almost 8:30. It wasn't supposed to end this late. I didn't realize the traffic, after mom's, I just wanted to die in slush. She's getting married. To a freaking 20-year-old! Disgusting.

I can't miss this anniversary.

I need to find Derek. I need to tell him it's traffic that kept me, not the abortion.

He didn't know. How could he know? How could he understand? I...He...We used protection! I hope he isn't mad at me. God, I'm stressed.

"Derek?" I whisper, seeing a tall figure with crossed arms, pacing. He's wearing a long navy blue coat, with a small yellow patch...It's Derek.

My heart is pounding as I walk towards him - hands quivering due to the icy cold sweeping on my skin. My ears burn, my face feels hot but I'm closer, so close to him I can almost feel his anger.

Oh god. Does he know? Did Gina say something?

"Derek!" I squeak cheerily. I really hope he doesn't know.

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I thought I'd never end up in this position again. I thought after the abortion I was done with sex.

But here I am: making out, touching him everywhere, his hands are everywhere. It's alluring, antagonizing. I can't be here right now, he's anticipating sex, and I can't give it to him even if my body is begging. I am aching for his touch on my throbbing core. I feel like I'm dripping as he caresses me with his hand, touching me with his lips on my neck.

God, this is so hot.

I need to just stop thinking, I-

"Beth, we can stop if you want. You're clearly not enjoying this and I...really want you to." I stare at his eyes with furrowed brows.

"I...I want to. Do this. I love you."

He chuckles softly and pecks a quick kiss on my lips, "I love you too, but if we're gonna do stuff, it's gotta be a mutual thing, I don't want one party to be more exciting than the other."

I cock my head to the side, "I...I am excited!"

"Elizabeth, don't pretend. I'm fine with just laying in bed with you. This is enough." he smiles as he drapes his arm over me.

I don't know what I'm doing but as an act of impulse, I force his arm off of me, causing him to stare at me with disbelief (of sorts).

I dismiss it and manoeuvre my body over onto his lap - a hard-on growing at the contact. I chuckle softly and bring my mouth onto his naked chest.

"Beth...what..." he says breathlessly.

I ignore him and shuffle my body down to his throbbing shaft.

Oh god yes. I am so hungry.

"Baby..." he coos gently.

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