Edited by AtoMisery
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Chapter 1 - Preparation
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My hands ran up Sophie's loose, white t-shirt, making my way up her waist, as I aimed for her breasts. Over the bra, to start. It's not like I'd never felt them before. I had, a few times. But her parents were downstairs, somehow sending the vibes that they were listening to every breath we took.
"Guys, dinner's ready," shouted Mrs Garcia, briskly walking up the stairs.
We jumped off the bed. Sophie pulled her top into place, and I stood up, while attempting to tuck my erection under the elastic in my boxers.
"Fuck, this is so shit," Sophie whispered to me.
Throwing her head around the door like a spy, she groaned in disapproval then summoned us to come with her downstairs.
"Thanks mum," said Sophie.
We followed her into the dining room, where her dad and brother, Toby, where sitting, looking impatiently at the large chicken in the middle of the table.
As soon as they had both sat down, Mr Garcia cut the chicken and dished out pieces to everyone. Then we all ate.
After some general chit-chat, Mrs Garcia turned the conversation towards us moving out for university in a few months time.
"So are you guys looking forward to uni?" she said.
"We can't wait," said both of us together.
"I bet you are. It's a great opportunity for you both to work towards your futures," she said. "It's something I hope you both take seriously."
"We will Mrs Garcia," I said finishing my last mouthful.
"Your father and I have been talking," she paused, taking a sip of her drink.
"Oh, this'll be good," said Toby under his breath but louder than intended.
"Watch yourself," scolded Mrs Garcia.
"Your father and I promised to rent you an apartment if you passed high school. Both you and Ben passed with amazing grades, and we're so excited for you both. We've found you a perfect flat five minutes away from the university and your father's ready to send them the years rent."
"Thanks mum," said Sophie.
"Yeah, thanks a lot Mrs Garcia. We couldn't do this without you," I said.
"We want what's best for you. But we also understand at your age, there are certain distractions that can get in the way," continued Mrs Garcia with her trademarked face of disapproval.
"No mum, you know we're focused on passing our courses," said Sophie. Even I was convinced.
"Yes, well I know how these university days play out. So anyway, your father and I would like you to take some precautions."
"Mum," whispered Sophie, as her faced turned bright purple.
"Well, no I don't mean those precautions Sophie," said Sophie's mum. "We've done some research and there is a place nearby that installs a small device that ensures you can't get pregnant."
Both me and Sophie, embarrassed and confused, looked at each other until her dad interrupted.
"Yes, would you mind coming with us tomorrow. It'll only take an hour. No pressure, all we ask is you listen to what they have to say."
Wanting the conversation to stop, we both nodded.
"Okay Dad, anything for you," said Sophie flashing her eyes.
"That's my girl," said Mr Garcia. "Thanks Ben for keeping an open mind."
"No worries Mr Garcia," I said standing up and leaving the room with Sophie.
We both went back to Sophie's bedroom, of course keeping the door open as routinely requested by her parents.
"What the hell?" said Sophie.
"Yeah I know! They want you to go on the pill, don't they?"
"No way, she is strongly against the pill, or anything like that. I guess she could have changed her mind, but I really doubt it," said Sophie.
"Then what could it be. I read about a cap thing they can put to stop cum getting to your eggs. Maybe it's that," I said trying my best to think what they could mean.
We talked for a bit longer than made out. I moved my hand back under her top, while our mouths joined. I moved my hand under her bra feeling her warm, soft nipples.
"Ben, Mr Garcia can take you home now," said Mrs Garcia's from down the stairs.
"Thanks Mrs Garcia," I replied.
The both of us were frustrated but I made my way to the car. Sophie joined us for the ride.
"So we'll come and pick you up tomorrow at nine in the morning. Then we'll see what this place has to say," said Sophie's father.
"Yeah, thanks again Mr Garcia," I said, kissing Sophie on the cheek then leaving the car and making my way inside.
I didn't really think much about it for the rest of that night, other than I was a bit annoyed I had to wake up earlier than normal on a Sunday.
So the next day, I woke up on time, had my shower, changed into something casual and waited for Sophie and her parents to pick me up.
When the car arrived, Sophie phoned me and said: "Hey Ben, my dad couldn't make it today so my mum's here. We're ready when you are."
We drove for a while, until we approached the car park for a health center. Me, Sophie and her mum walked up to reception, gave our names then took a seat while we wanted for the consultant to call for us.
"Mrs Garcia," said a tall man with short hair, standing by the reception door.
He took us to a small office, where we had a seat and a drink of water.
"Now, this must be your daughter Sophie, and her boyfriend Ben?"
"Yes Doctor," replied Mrs Garcia.
Me and Sophie said "Hi."