Counselor Nick
Nick often deals with the problems of coeds in a Texas university
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Call me Nick, or better, Counselor Nick. As you might surmise, my job in the university's counseling office can sometimes be interesting. For students like Kylee, a 20-year-old rising junior at a Texan institution of higher learning, in my notes I like to break the discussion down to six basic topics of discussion. Each topic occurred at a different session. Kylee may sound naïve, ignorant, and definitely innocent, but trust me: she is not alone like that.
I myself, on the other hand, am a wise old man. As of today I'm 25 years of age. I have known joy, and I have known heartbreak. The students who come to me for advice in the sexual realm sometimes seem straight out of that dubious website, Literotica. They have known incest, promiscuity, cheating paramours, cheating husbands and cheating wives, and all sorts of problems and issues relating to their nascent, or highly developed in some cases, sense of their sexual self. My job, of course, is to help them achieve emotional balance and thereby come to be at peace with themselves. Kylee may not be typical, but we had a special bond, since she reminded me of my little sister. In the case of Kylee we had seven sessions.
October 2, 2023
1.) How did I get pregnant (Kylee asked me)?
There are several steps to getting pregnant. The first one is to be born female. If you skip this step, you are, as we say, shit-out-of-luck. So let's suppose you're a woman (we're talking a cishet woman -- cishet means cisgender, heterosexual). We never assume these days. What's that you say? You just had a brutal breakup with your romantic partner? I see. You have sworn off men and therefore went off "the pill," which you never liked anyway because it gave you nausea, headaches, and worst of all -- mild weight gain. You no longer need the pill anyway, because carnal relations with men are history. Got it.
Due to the break-up with that asshole Ryan, however, you tailspin into a depression from which you cannot seem to escape. Susie invited you to a party. You decide to go and get so stoned and drunk your mind will pass into the transcendental plane, a hyperplane far away from reality. It's a perfect plan -- or it would have been if that new guy, what's his name, hadn't been there. We'll call him Dylan, since as you say, Susie calls him that. Dylan sweetly helps you get stoned and then gets you mind-bogglingly drunk on his special formula margaritas. Grateful to Dylan, and having transcended the relative, you follow him into a dark room, whose dominant feature is a double bed.
You don't make Dylan wear a condom because it never occurred to you because you're on the pill, you think, as if it were yesterday. Dylan doesn't wear a condom because it's up to the woman to protect herself from getting pregnant. He takes you doggy style so you don't see his wet cock devoid of a rubber, or even his not really ugly but definitely not handsome face and beer belly. Actually, you are so drunk you don't really see much of anything. Much better that way. You get two screaming orgasms out of the deal, and a missed period two weeks later. You did, however, manage to transcend the relative. Good for you.
October 4, 2023
2.) How do you know you're pregnant?
It's simple. You missed your period, right? Well, that's happened before; you never were that regular; I understand that -- it's not that uncommon. You look for your pregnancy tests and you gradually remember you dramatically threw out when you went off men. This is all Ryan's fault. You wait to see if you miss another period, and you do. You go to CVS and buy a few pregnancy tests and urinate on them (and on your fingers, too). Okay, so you're pregnant. How is that possible? Who the fuck is the father? It must be Ryan since you haven't fucked any guy since you went off men.... Oh, wait. There was that party. The party where you got so wasted you remember nothing. Maybe someone fucked you at the party? That would keep that asshole Ryan out of your life. Too bad you have absolutely no idea who it was who knocked you up.
October 6, 2023
3.) Where do you live?
Montana or Texas, you say? Well, we're currently in Texas. That's a state where you are shit-out-of-luck. It's better in Montana. However, your period of denial has led to an advanced gestational age of your fetus, so you're already screwed in terms of an abortion locally. It's too late. Maybe, though, you could visit your parents in Montana and quietly get one there? Why are you laughing?
October 9, 2023
4.) What do you do?
There's really only one thing. You can't get pregnant if you already are pregnant, so you call Susie and ask if she knows of another blowout party you could go to? Bring some rubbers, though -- not so much to avoid pregnancy; that ship has sailed. No, bring them to protect against STDs. No, it won't help your main problem, but maybe you'll stop crying and feel better?
