If you are reading this now then you probably read my first confession. I broke the Catholic rules of saving yourself for marriage and remaining pure. He was the love of my life though and nothing we ever did felt wrong, at least not mostly wrong. Once we began making love it seemed we did it every chance we got. We were safer, using condoms now, even though it was clear they prevented it from being quite as good as it was in that musty cabin.
Months went by and our love life was amazing. Looking back, it was so exhilarating to live a fun college lifestyle with my very hot boyfriend. College parties and drinking finished off with romps around one of our apartment bedrooms was so hot. I wouldn't trade those days for anything.
I think it is natural that every man wants to finish inside his partner. That's why we have sex after all. Of course, I'm also told that it feels exponentially better for them too. A combination of pleasure and natural desire make a creampie something that every guy eventually begs for. My boyfriend was no exception to that.
The problem was, I wasn't on birth control and wasn't planning on it. He was understanding and respectful as always and I knew he was only asking out of desire. We were always open with each other about our desires. Every time he mentioned it, I took it into consideration and I would dwell on how I wish I could make it happen for him. As time went by, I thought that I could safely grant him that wish by timing just right to my cycle.
His birthday was about two and a half months away as I began to secretly track my cycle for him. Weeks went by and finally the days were approaching. Although it wasn't the exact day I would probably choose, the upcoming Saturday night of his birthday was close enough in my cycle to be a safe-ish option. I made up my mind that I would surprise him with what would hopefully be the best present I could give him.
It may sound like I was confident but I wasn't. I was nervous. It was in fact risky and wasn't a decision I took lightly. I thought about all of the factors and I assumed it would be best if he came as little as possible. As I mentioned in my last confession, he had a tendency towards a large load which was only amplified if he took a while. My goal was to make him come more than once on Friday night and then hope that Saturday night happened relatively quickly. Obviously in hindsight this wasn't the most scientific premise but it's what a college girl assumes.
Saturday finally came and all was going as planned. We went out to dinner at his favorite restaurant and went back to his apartment. We put on a movie in his room which was always just used to help hide the sounds from his roommates. I slowly climbed on top of the birthday boy and began kissing and touching him. Tonight was all about him.
