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If Only Us...

Novel By: Tom Oldman
Romance



This is a story of very young lovers who refused to give up. It didn't happen this way, but 'if only'... View table of contents...


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Submitted:Apr 12, 2013    Reads: 20    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


On one beautiful autumn evening, three weeks later, as we lay in our bed at the Inn, she posed a question to me that gave me a lot to think about.

"Tommmm, what if," she said in that childlike sing-song voice I loved so much, "I got pregnant?"

I stopped breathing for a moment, and then turned to face her, the unspoken question showing plainly on my face. "You know we've talked about this before, Baby" I started to explain to her, but she put her finger on my lips and shushed me each time I tried to speak. I fell silent.

"I know, I know," she said. "But I love you so much and I hope you love me even half as much, my darling. Please, let's make a baby."

"This is a huge step, honey. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want? Your parents and mine will be upset to say the least. One or both of them might even get sent home. This could hurt their careers."

She closed her eyes tight, tears leaking from them down and onto my shoulder. I turned to look at her and she opened them to look back. There was no guile or cross purposes in those eyes that I could detect. She really, truly, wanted me to impregnate her.

"Can we take the time to think about it? I know I need some time to see if I'm actually ready for a family. Lord knows I love you and would do anything for you but to do this is a huge leap into the unknown. I want to make sure I'm ready for it. How about forty-eight hours? Two days from right now. I'll give you a positive answer then."

"Okay," she said in a small voice. "I think I can wait that long."

She threw her arms around my waist, snuggled close to me, and wormed her face deep into the hollow of my shoulder. She sighed once, twice, and then settled into a deep sleep. I, on the other hand, stayed awake trying to get my mind around this development. I loved her - there was no denying that - but, what kind of love was it? Was there enough love to carry us through angry parents, hassles by numerous 'authorities', and endless counseling by everyone even remotely having anything to do with the 'troubles of teens'? My brain finally shut down and, with her soft snores in my ear, I dropped off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke first and headed to the bathroom to clean up. When I came out, she was standing at the window dressed in the filmy nightgown she wore to bed. The sunlight streaming through the window made the outline of her body in stark contrast to the light outside. I came over and slipped my arms around her from behind.

"Penny for your thoughts, Virginia."

She turned, threw her arms around me, and snuffled into my shoulder that I must think she was a bad girl. I told her that nothing like that had ever entered my mind. I professed nothing but love for her and that I'd walk through hell itself for her. I assured her that she was definitely not a bad girl - only a girl in love.

She dried her eyes, hugged me close, and kissed me slowly. I returned the favor until I felt the beginnings of an erection. She pulled even closer yet and rubbed her hips across mine while she purred in my ear.

"Come; make love to me once more before we go. Please." She whispered to me, dropping her hand to caress my growing interest in her.

I pulled back, swooped down with one arm, and caught her right at the knees. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed and laid her down. I knelt beside her and began kissing her starting at her chin, slowly, with no haste at all. She responded by arching her back and thrusting her breasts upward for me to kiss. When I moved down towards them, she sighed heavily, closed her eyes, and purred deep in her throat.

"I love you." She repeated over and over as I kissed each breast in turn.

I retained soft pressure on them with one hand and slid the other downward over her soft belly and into the deep vee between her thighs. I touched her gently several times and then followed it with my mouth; falling petal-soft kisses leaving a damp trail down her stomach. I finally reached my goal and kissed gently until she opened her legs for my waiting tongue. She sighed deeply, rearranged her hips a little, and then reached for the back of my head.

She pulled gently, guiding me into her intimate spots that only she and I knew. As I continued with my attentions, I felt her hand fall to the bed and grasp me. She slowly stroked me as I tended to her. She stilled my head with a hand. I looked up in surprise at her. She was staring directly at me with half-lidded eyes.

"Please make me a baby. Right here, right now."

I took in those earnest eyes and found I couldn't resist her. I positioned myself and began to slowly make love to her.

"Oh! This is so much different! I can feel you, the real you!" She exclaimed softly.

I admitted to myself that there was definitely a different 'feel' to things now. Things I had missed when using birth control were revealed to me as she wrapped her legs around my back. When she began her orgasm I actually felt it this time as she gently writhed in my embrace.

With no regrets, or hesitation at all, I felt my orgasm start down in my toes and work its way up to the center of my being. At the first jolt, she shouted once, a short bark of joy, but remained almost silent as I continued pouring my essence into her. She held me tight, tears leaking from her closed eyes, as I slowed; then stopped. The dice were cast now. Would they come up seven, or snake eyes?

We fell apart, gasping with our exertion. She carefully sat up and walked slowly to the bathroom door. I lay back and wondered if I had done the right thing. Should we have waited? Should I have declined? No matter what happened now, she and I were intertwined. If she became pregnant, I would hold my head high and take whatever came along - good or bad. I loved her like life itself and would allow nothing to harm her.

* * *

By mutual consent, we abstained from lovemaking for almost three weeks waiting to see what happened. She went one week past her normal menses, then two. We decided to wait one more week and then tell our parents. I promised I'd be there with her when she told her mom and dad. She was terribly scared but understood it had to be done.

We picked the moment carefully and, after dinner one evening with her mom and dad, she and I had asked to talk to them. We settled ourselves down in the living room and, after several starts and restarts I just came out and told them that I had gotten Virginia pregnant. Her dad blinked a couple of times but it was her mom that surprised me the most. She flew out of chair, gathered a weeping Virginia in her arms, and made soothing sounds.

Her dad looked oddly at me and then seemed to deflate a little. He motioned for me to follow him and went into another room. When he turned to me I stood ready to handle anything that he gave to me; I had every argument ready for him; I knew the answer to everything that he could possibly say; except what he actually did say.

"You're a hell of a fine boy, Tom. I know of your dad and I can tell he raised you to be a pretty square person. You and Virginia have been together now for what, almost two years now, isn't that right?"

"Yes, sir."

"I am told by the parents of other teenagers that for two kids to be together for two weeks is a very long time, let alone two years. I had a feeling a long time ago that you and she were right for each other. That's why her mom and I even let you go out together on unchaperoned dates and the like. We knew you would take care. That's why I'm at a disadvantage now. What happened?"

"Well, sir, Virginia and I talked more than once about you being up for orders very soon. When that happened we'd be separated for a long time - maybe permanently, and neither of us wanted that. We love each other, Sir. There's no getting around that. There was no pressure given by either one of us against the other at all. She and I decided this by mutual consent - and I … we … are prepared to follow through on it - no matter what."

His visage softened. "Well, I was due to get orders, but I got an extension for another year. I haven't told anyone because I just found out today. I was going to save it for after dinner, but you two trumped me with your news. But that's neither here nor there now. What matters now is Virginia's happiness. Have you told your parents yet?"

"No, not yet. That is coming up tomorrow. I just hope my dad doesn't think I've let him down."

"Well, if he does, I'll have to set him straight on that account. It took real fortitude to do what you did tonight. You could have denied it, or even let things get way out of hand. But, you didn't. I think you have the strength of character to see this through. You have my blessing."

I was astonished. I was prepared for enraged fatherhood. I was prepared for anything but what I got - acceptance. We both stood and solemnly shook hands. He walked to the sideboard, got out two glasses, poured two dabs from a bottle into each and offered me one of the glasses. It was Irish whiskey. I toasted him and downed it, struggling to not show a face at the strong liquor. I must have passed the test.

"We'd better go back and see how the other half is getting along hadn't we?"

"Yes, Sir. I think we should."

We walked back to the living room. Virginia was nestled in the crook of her mom's arms with her eyes closed. She snuffled from time to time, but when she opened her eyes and saw me she ran across the room, whooped into my shoulder, and held me tight. As I wrapped an arm around her, I could see wetness around the eyes of both her parents. I felt a million feet tall right then. All I had to do now was slay my own dragon.





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