I was a kid. I was just a damn kid of nineteen out with his friends when I met Wendy. We were all at a buddy's house whose parents were conveniently gone for the weekend. The beer and wine flowed and that night I met the love of my life.
Wendy had just turned eighteen and a senior in high school and looked it. Young, pretty with her long straight brown hair and beautiful big brown eyes that seemed to follow you no matter where went in the room. I waited for her glass to go empty before making my move.
"Get you a refill?" I asked with my best smile.
"Sure, wine not beer, though."
I brought back the whole bottle of wine and sat down next to her. We had a great time and no, I didn't get her drunk and jump her bones. I wanted to, but didn't; at least not that night. I didn't have a steady girl and I found out she'd broken up with her long-term boyfriend two months earlier.
"Well, looks like I'm in the right place at the right time," I said before realizing how dumb that actually sounded. But hell, like I said, I was a stupid kid whose hormones were now in overdrive. We exchanged numbers and before we parted I did get a kiss, no tongue but at least a kiss.
Wendy was fun, a bit moody at times, but still a lot of fun. We dated for about six weeks before I made any move on her. She wasn't a virgin, but told me straight out she wasn't a tramp either.
We had gone out with some friends and ended up back at my buddy's apartment. We were getting into it hot and heavy, on a chair in the dining room, when I went a little too far for her liking.
"Steve, there's people all around and they're looking at us," she said hiding behind me with her top opened. "If you want to go any further it's not going to happen here." We ended up parking on an isolated rode up by a lake near my house.
I grabbed a blanket out of my car and we had sex for the first time under the stars. We didn't make love; it was something like two teens rolling around on a blanket trying to act grown up. I did make sure she got off first, because once inside I wasn't going to last too long. It had been a long time since I'd been with anyone and was so worked up I was ready to burst at her first touch.
We did everything by feel because it was very dark and there wasn't much of a moon. There was no oral but a lot of kissing and finger play. Luckily I had a box of Kleenex in the car for cleanup. We fooled around once more that night before she said it was getting close to her curfew and had to get home before her father went nuts.
"Steve, my father is kind of protective, and if I'm late it will be a cold day in hell before he'll let me go out with you again." I broke a few speed limits but I made damn sure I got her home on time. We were having the time of our lives when it happened.
I was working for a construction company just outside of town when Wendy surprised me at lunch.
"Hey babes," I said kissing her before I realized something was wrong.
"Steve, I'm late this month," is how she blurted it out. "I'm about three weeks late and I might be pregnant," she said starting to cry.
She cried as I held her and I even felt like crying myself. There was no way she could be pregnant; we were always so careful.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Steve, I think I'd know if I got my period, it's not something you can over look. I don't want to go to a doctor because it'll get back to my parents so I bought a home pregnancy test on my way over here. I'll know for sure this afternoon."
She left and I went back to work but it was the longest afternoon of my life.
"Steve, it was positive. What are we going to do?" I didn't have an immediate answer but I knew who to talk to.
"Mom, we've got a problem," I said as Wendy and I sat in the dining room the following day. "Wendy's pregnant."
"Oh my. Are you sure, dear?" Wendy nodded yes. "You two didn't use any protection?"
"We did mom, I don't know how it happened."
"Well I guess it doesn't make any difference how, but you two need to decide what you're going to do. Wendy. I know your parents aren't going to be very happy and Steve, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when your father gets home. However, it needs to be addressed because it's not going away, at least not for another, what seven months?"
I, or should I say we hit my dad when he got home that night. After hearing the word stupid a couple of dozen times he cooled down enough so I could talk to him.
"Son, I hope you're going to do the right thing by her?" he asked me.
"Dad, I haven't decided anything yet."
"Steve, there's nothing to decide. You two will get married and become almost instant parents. Wendy, I know your parents aren't going to want to hear anything about getting rid of it so you don't have much choice. At least you'll be able to graduate before you gives birth. Your parents know yet?" I told him no. He took out his cell phone and my life, as I knew it ended. "Hank, Don here. We need a little meeting with you and Mary, now if you've got the time. Ok, we'll see you in twenty minutes." We drove in separate cars. Wendy cried and I tried to make her feel better.
Wendy's dad used a lot stronger words than stupid when he addressed us, especially me. I thought for a moment he was going to hit me with his clenched his fists, but his wife kept him in check.
"Hank, I've told them I think it would be best for them to get married immediately," my dad told everyone.
"Hell yes, he's going to marry her. He'd not going to knock up my daughter and just walk away," he shouted looking right at me. "And the sooner the better."
At this point it was out of our hands. They never asked us if we wanted to get married, what type of wedding we wanted or where we wanted to live; the four of them made all those decisions, without any input from either Wendy or myself. I liked Wendy a lot, but I wasn't sure if I loved her. Guess it was a little late for that now.
Our wedding was planned in less than three weeks. It was to be kept small and we could invite only a few of our closest friends. Neither one of our families were very large so we had the ceremony at her parents' house and the reception at mine. Hell, I was just nineteen and wasn't even old enough to drink but my dad slipped us a couple of bottles of champagne and wine anyway. We spent our wedding night in a room at the Hilton Hotel, not even the bridal suite.
We hadn't had sex in weeks and I was looking forward to having a staple diet of it from now on. There was no white wedding dress but I did carry Wendy over the threshold. We both laughed when I stumbled and almost dropped her. We put our stuff away and opened one of the bottles of champagne; it was awful.
"Isn't champagne supposed to be good? This stuff tastes like crap," she said downing the glass anyway and pouring another. I opened up one of the other bottles of white zinfandel that we also had.
"I think you'll find this more to your liking," I said handing her a glass. We drank that bottle and half of another before getting ready for bed.
We took a shower together. Neither one of us had seen the other totally naked in the light, and when she stepped into the shower I was more than satisfied.
"You're beautiful Wendy," I said kissing her. She however couldn't take her eyes off my now hard dick.
"Steve, are you about normal? You're only the second person I've been to bed with and my ex-boyfriend was a lot smaller."
"Honey, I guess I'm about normal but it's not the size it's what you do with it." I said asking myself where I'd heard that stupid phrase I'd just dumped on her.
We soaped up one another and for once we didn't have to worry about anyone bothering us or getting caught, we were legal. When I slipped in one finger she stiffened and told me she wasn't going to do it in a damn shower on her wedding night when there was a perfectly good bed in the other room. With a towel around her, she ran for the bed throwing the towel at me when I got close enough.
We made love for the first time that night and it was wonderful. We no longer had to worry about a condom and that in itself was an improvement. We'd done oral a little bit but neither one of us had any real experience so the first time I just got her wet, played with her clit until she was more than ready before slipping in. When I started slamming her she told me to go easy.
"Steve, we've got all night you don't have to hurry. I just want to feel my husband inside of me flesh to flesh for the first time." So we kissed and tenderly made love until we both climaxed. I don't know if it was love I was feeling, but it was something special.
We took three more showers that first night as we started getting a little bolder. When I went down on her, she promised that the next time she would at least trim it up since I kept pulling hair out of my mouth. She became real vocal when I licked and sucked her clit until she came but also wanted to know how she tasted. I went up, kissed her and slipped my tongue in her mouth.
"You know what, I expected something different. I don't know exactly what, only something different."
