Yet another 'loving wives' story, with not a lot of explicit sex. I don't do that! Sorry. Hope you like it though. I, as always really enjoyed writing it.
If you read this 'John Murray' then don't forget your promise. (sorry, private message )
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"Tom, I've got something to tell you. I'm pregnant."
Words that would bring untold joy to some couples, but when you are unmarried and both still teenagers, then believe you me, it just ain't the same.
But I'm rushing ahead some, so let's go back just a little in time. Not very far as it turns out, just a few weeks or so.
Dawn and I had been friends since primary school, where we had been in the same class, me being just a month older than her. We were friends, our parents were friends, and for that matter even our grandparents had been friends. It was just natural that we would end up going out together, and from the age of about fourteen she was the only girl for me, and me the only guy for her.
It was natural ---- the way it was supposed to be. Sort of the natural order of things.
We'd messed about a bit of course, you know what I mean! But we were both from fairly religious families, where virtue was still something to be taken seriously, and Dawn had made it very clear that I wasn't going to get beyond first base until we had both at least reached the legal age of consent, and even then probably not too far.
I didn't argue, and at the time, with the upbringing I'd had, I didn't even resent it. Then I had my birthday, and a month later Dawn had hers. It was a very nervous couple that started to experiment with things that most couples of our age were probably already familiar with.
We enjoyed it ---well of course we both did, and in fact it was bloody marvellous, and within a week we made the major decision to go all the way.
It wasn't very good actually, but I guess that's often the case, and by the time I'd got the hang of the contraceptive thing, which I just purchased that day, then the rest of it was all a bit of a haze.
Not actually a disaster, but .... Well .... Well yes OK, it was a complete bloody disaster if you really have to know. I lasted a good thirty seconds, and poor Dawn was left there wondering what all the fuss was about. Then the bloody condom slipped off when I pulled out, and that put both of us into a mild panic. So much so that it completely put us off even trying again for the time being. More Dawn's idea than mine, but --- well --- what's to say?
Anyway ----- at least aware that I was no longer a virgin, I continued with the love of my life, having just left school and started an apprenticeship as a bricklayer with a local building firm.
I'd loved it from the start!
"Get yer bleeding 'perps' straight you useless bastard," the foreman would shout at me, but I knew from his smile that I was doing well. I was a natural, so I would just grin back, get my head down and carry on.
"Going to the dance tonight Tom?" It was Fred, one of the qualified brickeys five or six years older than me. A guy who had helped me out on several occasions when I'd got lost on what I was doing, and sort of adopted me on the site.
"Yer, probably Fred," I answered a bit cockily. "I think Dawn is quite keen on going."
"I'll take her if you don't want to go," he joked with me. "She's a little darling that Dawn of yours'."
What he said was true of course, as Dawn stood about five foot three tall, with beautiful auburn hair that hung down to her shoulders. She had what you might describe as a 'neat' figure, nice and curvy without being too much so, and a trim little waist that I could just about span with my two hands. In all honesty though, I probably never really at that stage appreciated quite what a pretty woman Dawn was maturing into.
Accordingly, later that evening we turned up at the dance, me in my best jeans and all, and Dawn in a short summer dress that quite simply did everything for her figure and shapely legs.
She was lovely and radiant, and from the looks of the other lads there, I obviously wasn't the only one to think so. I guess even then I knew that I'd have to be on my toes, and sure enough a constant stream of admirers kept coming up to ask her to dance. I didn't mind ---- well --- you know what it's like when you're young and inexperienced. A few years on I might have enjoyed the attention that she was getting. I might have been more accepting of the way they were holding her close, perhaps even taken pleasure of some sort from how outrageously some of them were flirting with her. I might have even not minded the fact that Dawn openly flirted back, but as an unsophisticated teenager, so unsure of myself when around that crowd who were all mostly a bit older than us, then I simply didn't handle it well. I didn't know how to.
Jealousy is an awful thing to suffer from, and I was suffering badly.
"How about dancing with me," I asked Dawn when I'd just about had enough. "You've danced the last six times with those other guys and it must be my time now."
""Not this one Tom," she threw back at me hardly bothering to look me in the eye. "I've promised Alf there the next slow one, and he'll be upset if I let him down."
Oh dammit!
It happens all the time of course, but I didn't know that. A young girl's head turned by the flattery and attention of older and more experienced men, and them taken in by the youthful beauty of a pretty teenage girl out to enjoy herself.
I watched while Alf took my girl onto the floor. I watched while he held her close --- too close! I watched while his left hand slid carefully down her back, till it was all but cupping her bottom, and I watched while he reached down and planted a quick kiss on her neck.
But I didn't watch any longer. Like the fool I was, I strode out onto the dance floor and started to pull them apart.
"Get your hands off my girlfriend," I shouted at him.
"Piss off you little runt," Alf cried back at me, pushing me away as I tried to reclaim my girl.
It deteriorated very quickly, as things tend to when you have young men, strong drink available and a dispute over a girl. Within moments the two of us were struggling together, trying to throw punches and wrestle each other to the floor. He may have been older than me, but I at least held my own.
Dawn started to scream, and then others started to join in, and before I knew it I was in the middle of a ruckus that I had started.
Then the bouncers arrived. Well they do, don't they?
They soon had me collared and were on the point I suspect of giving me a going over, when Fred, my older mate from work intercepted on my behalf. Fortunately he seemed to know the bouncers and convinced them that I had been provoked into the fight. OK --- so I didn't get a working over, but I still got thrown out of the place.
And what of Dawn you are no doubt thinking. What indeed!
I was outside, and my girlfriend was still in there with all those horny guys, and in my mind I was convinced that one of them would get to her. I was furious, bloody furious. I was angry with Dawn for acting like that, unable to recognise that she was simply a young girl enjoying attention. Oh the distractions of youth! OK --- a little bit more than just attention, but if only I had kept my cool, then .... Well who knows? Perhaps my life might have turned out different.
Trouble was, I was all for storming back in and taking the lot of them on. Stupid really, absolutely stupid, as they would have slaughtered me, but such is the arrogance of youth.
"Hang on there Tom," Fred tried to calm me down, holding me back from going back in. I suppose the fact that he managed it so easily was some reflection that I realised how silly it would have been. "You can't go back in there Tom. Accept it, you just can't."
"I'll murder that bastard Alf," I claimed through my anger.
"Yes sure Tom," Fred counselled me. "Maybe you will, but not this evening, and not in the state you're in."
I'm not at all sure that I actually saw the wisdom of his words, but anyway as he continued to hold me, I eventually quietened down.
"What about Dawn," I demanded at last of my pal. "She's still in there somewhere, and God knows what she's up to."
"Dawn's a sensible girl Tom," Fred tried to assure me. "She won't be doing anything silly, I promise you."
"So why isn't she out here to see how I am?" I demanded close to tears.
"Probably frightened to," responded Fred. "You acted out of order there mate, and she's probably frightened to come out."
The two of us settled down, and at last Fred released his grip on me, happy that I wouldn't do anything silly.
"Look Tom," he told me in a serious tone. "You stay here and behave yourself, and I'll go back in and get Dawn."
I mumbled something, but Fred made me promise to stay put and not try to follow him back into the building. I then had to wait for ten stomach-churning minutes, while Fred went to find my girl friend. I felt terrible --- I hated everyone and wished like hell that we had not gone out that evening. But we had of course, and as much as I may have wished, I couldn't turn the clock back.
They were perhaps the worst ten minutes of my life up till then, and if Fred hadn't come back out when he did, then I'm sure I would have charged back in there.
"She's in the toilets crying," Fred informed me sadly. "She's surrounded by simpering females who all think you're a stupid prick. But at least if any of those guys try to make a move on her now, the other women will dismember them."
It was pretty obvious that Dawn wasn't coming out anytime soon, and Fred and I stood there chatting while my temper slowly subsided further. Eventually he persuaded me that the best thing I could do was to piss off home, and he promised me that he would personally make sure that Dawn wasn't bothered any further, and that he would make sure she got home safely. I didn't like the idea of course, but Fred went back inside and confirmed that Dawn was being calmed down, and would ring me the following morning.
Yes --- you're right of course. A terrible ending to a God damned bloody awful evening. Half way home I threw the packet of condoms I had taken with me into the ditch. Silly thing to do, but I had really hoped that I would need them that night after the mess up we'd made ten days before, and my pointless action just about summed my night up.
Damn it!
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