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.
