Campus: Stories of Love, Lust & Desire

Pregnancy Scare

Jigisha wandered across the hardwood floors of her shared apartment with Parth. "Apartment" was putting it lightly. Parth had been her boyfriend for a little over three years now, and they had decided to move in together almost a year ago. Their relationship was honestly nothing short of perfect. He doted on her and gave her everything she could possibly want.

At first, Jigisha felt bad, telling Parth that he was doing too much and that she was more than happy just being with him. Parth didn't like that answer. He wanted her to know how much he loved her. Parth was a busy man, balancing college and an internship. Jigisha knew this from the start of their relationship, but she felt more lonely recently. It wasn't like them to go without intimacy for so long. It was a Friday, and this coming Sunday, it would have been two weeks since they had been intimate. Now that she thought about it, this might be the longest they'd gone since their first time together.

As Jigisha made her way back into their bedroom, she sat on the foot of the bed. She glanced at her phone, looking at the date, almost remembering the last time she had her period. Pondering over the fact, her eyes slipped shut as she reminisced about the last time Parth had his way with her.

Parth's large hand was around her throat as his chest pressed against her back. Both of them were on their side, still a bit hazy from the early morning, but even on weekends, Parth's body woke him up at dawn. His prick was thrusting in and out of her fresh, just-woken-up body as she moaned into the open air of their bedroom. Despite being groggy, she could hear the sound of her arousal bouncing off the walls.

"My good girl," Parth growled lowly in her ear, his voice still rough from sleep. "Taking me so well—every inch."

Jigisha's hand reached behind to grasp at his hip, and she could feel her fingertips denting into his skin. This was one of her favorite positions. It was so easy, and slightly lazy, but it always felt right. He dropped his hand from her throat and coasted it down her chest to knead one of her breasts as he continued to consume her.

"Are you, angel? Are you my good girl?"

Jigisha gasped as he tugged at her nipple, causing her to drop her head back against his shoulder as he continued his pleasurable taking of her drenched core.

"Yes," she huffed.

Her hazy eyes watched as Parth smirked, and he dragged his hand back up to cup the underside of her chin. His lips met hers in a sloppy, torturous kiss, her other hand coming up to wrap around his wrist.

His fingertips prodded against her soaked entrance for a moment before she felt his arousal-ridden tip enter her. Parth was so slick with her want, and as much as she wanted to resist, his thrusts delved further into her as her fingers grasped the pillowcase under her head.

His large hand trailed down her leg until he threw it over his hip, and she let out the loudest moan of the morning when she felt him so deep.

Parth strained as he continued to satiate her needs. "But I can't draw this out too much longer. Not right now."

Whimpering, Jigisha reached around to grasp at his torso, fingernails digging into his skin. She needed him, every bit of him, and she knew he was trying to give it to her. Parth hissed at the sting from her nails, but he didn't care. His phone was thrown onto the floor, and his arms enveloped her. Letting out a huff of surprise, her back met his chest even further, and his length continued to ease her every ache.

His lips sponged against her neck before she felt him nipping at the hinge of her jaw. "Now c'mon, angel. Need you to get my dick all wet."

Just the thought of him stretching her out had her thighs pressing together, and she opened her eyes to look at her phone on the nightstand. She grabbed it and quickly clicked on his name to call him, putting the device up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi," Jigisha said softly as she fiddled with a stray string on her comforter.

"Is everything alright, angel? You usually never call like this."

It was true. She didn't call during his workdays because she didn't know if she'd be disrupting something important, and she didn't want to bother him.

"No, nothing's wrong. I just...I'm feeling a little—"

She went quiet as she heard a bit more back and forth before Parth cleared his throat.

"Sorry about that, baby. What were you saying?"

Sighing, she shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. "Nothing, it's nothing. Do you know when you'll be home this evening? I'd like to maybe talk about something."

"I don't know right now, I'm sorry. We're getting really close to finishing this project at my internship, and I don't want to miss any details. I may have to stay pretty late today to make sure everything gets done."

She dropped her hand into her lap as she felt tears welling in her eyes. They were tears of sadness and frustration.

"Oh, it's okay, honey," she smiled, hanging up the call.

Once Parth came in from work, he sat at the table with his already made dinner that Jigisha had worked so hard on, and silence blanketed the table. She didn't ask how work was because when he was quiet like that, she knew it was either not good or he was extremely stressed. He wouldn't ask how her day had been or what she had done to entertain herself.

As she washed the dishes, he was already up in their en-suite, taking a shower before hauling himself away inside his home office. She was left to bathe alone and tucked herself into bed. Alone. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that she felt him get into bed beside her.

"You've been quiet," Parth said, and although she could hear the concern in his voice, it still didn't make her feel any better.

"I missed my period, and I'm very anxious about it. I haven't taken a test yet, but you know..."

"Hey, it's okay," he mumbled, pulling her close to him and kissing her neck. "Take a test and then we'll see, yeah?"

She nodded, closing her eyes.

Jigisha ordered a pregnancy test in a haze, pacing the room, tense about the outcome because she still didn't remember if they used a condom the last time they were together. She took the test and waited with him leaning against the door behind her.

"Oh my god, it's negative," she gasped, putting her face in her hands and taking a deep breath of relief.

"I told you it's okay. I'd have supported you even if it was positive, and I hope you know that," Parth said, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her sides.

She looked up at him, putting her chin on his chest. He leaned down, kissing her mouth and closing his eyes. The moment lingered, turning into more than just kissing with each passing second. She unbuttoned his dress shirt, and he slipped it off before slipping off his shorts, leaving him in his signature Calvin Klein boxers. He unclipped her bra, and as soon as it was out of sight, he began to kiss and nibble down her body.

Parth paid extra attention to her breasts, his teeth biting at her nipples before he sucked slightly, moaning on her sensitive tits as she squirmed underneath him. He lifted his head up and smiled, shaking his head. They walked back to the bed.

He lay back, and she slipped off her panties and sat on his chest, one leg on each side of him as she waited for further instruction. He slapped her ass rather harshly, and she couldn't help but moan at the contact. She nodded and scooted up a bit, hovering her sopping wet core over his mouth. Another slap hit her ass, and she squealed, collapsing out of reaction. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, securing her in place as he began his attack on her clit.

"F-fuck, Parth!"

Another slap hit her ass, and she squeaked. He growled.

She bit her lip and nodded as he continued to lick and suck on her clit, biting lightly every little while. She leaned down and grabbed his hair, lightly pulling as she started to come undone. He smiled and kissed her fiercely. He moved his hand down to her clit, and she grabbed his hand to stop him. He smirked and spanked her ass again. He lined his cock up with her clit, rubbing his tip against it a few times before he pushed all the way in, hitting her g-spot almost immediately. He smirked and jerked his hips, causing her to cry out.

He started thrusting at a steady pace, groaning as he thrust. He started to thrust harder, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. He continued to thrust, going harder with each thrust when eventually, he started to groan loudly and pant. He finished, and she felt her body shaking as she came hard, closing her eyes and arching her back.

Their bodies lay entwined, the intensity of their shared climax leaving them both breathless. Parth's chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes locked on Jigisha's flushed face as she slowly came down from her high. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, his touch tender and soothing.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice still ragged from their lovemaking. Jigisha opened her eyes, her gaze softening as she looked at him.

"I love you too," she murmured, reaching up to cup his face.

For a moment, they simply lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion, the worries of the day fading away. The warmth of their embrace and the quiet intimacy of the moment reassured Jigisha, making her feel more connected to Parth than ever before. No matter the challenges of his internship or the stress of their uncertain future, they had each other. And in this perfect moment, that was all that mattered.