Page 27 of Winning Her

But then, there was a third thing. I was in a bed that wasn’t my own because it was too large and soft. There was also the fact I wasn’t alone in it. In fact, I couldn’t curl up much when I tried, because I was being held close to a body larger than mine by strong arms.

My memories from last night weren’t all gone, and I knew who I would see when I opened my eyes. I didn’t want to, just yet, because I knew the moment I did, I would want to run away.

But my curiosity won out. After a minute of debating with myself, I let my eyes flutter open, and there he was.

Trent. I was lying in bed wrapped in Trent’s arms.

It was a dream come true, even though teenage me had thought it would be so much more innocent. Nevertheless, Trent was holding me close enough that I knew he was completely naked. And so was I.

My body started to heat up all on its own as memories from last night bombarded my thoughts.

Oh, shit.

I was tempted to squirm but I didn’t want to wake him up.

Why not, though?

I paused at the thought, realizing I did want to wake him up. The thoughts from last night were all wonderful, but I wanted more than just a memory. I wanted to shake him awake. I wanted to feel him between my thighs once more, his cock inside me, filling me up and moving deliciously in ways that drove me crazy with lust. I wanted to kiss him again, taste his silky skin one more time.

Not that I could kiss him with the way my mouth tasted. With my head still aching slightly and my body feeling so icky. There was something uncomfortable between my thighs when I shifted them, and I thought it would be better if I could have a bath and brush my teeth first. Maybe gargle some mouthwash to get rid of the disgusting taste in my mouth.

So, no waking Trent up for some morning fun. I would be too awkward about it anyway, with last night being my first time and all. I remembered him remarking I was tight and hoped he hadn’t realized that fact.

But more than that, I knew it was a mistake.

I bumped into him and seduced him last night. We both got lost in the moment, but he would regret it when his eyes opened and he saw who was lying next to him.

Before that happened, I had to be gone.

This was all my fault. I couldn’t say I’d been plastered last night, but I hadn't exactly been sober either. Running into him was one thing, and I didn’t know where the courage to kiss him even came from, but I knew he would blame me for coming on to him.

I’d had enough shit from this guy as it was. Thinking of the fallout from last night’s activities was enough to make my stomach churn some more.

This shouldn’t have happened at all. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling uncomfortable at the soreness between my legs, only to freeze when I remembered what it meant.

We didn’t use protection last night.

Shit!

With sudden urgency, I started to move. I did so carefully, doing my best not to wake him. His arms slid out from around me, and I got off the side of the bed, standing up. Almost immediately, I was falling, but I managed to hold onto the bed and brace myself so I wouldn’t end up on the floor. My legs were just a little wobbly, but what surprised me was how sore I felt between my legs. How had I not noticed that?

I winced as I straightened up once more, better prepared now. I walked around the room, looking for my dropped clothes, and pulling them all on, grimacing at how disgusting I felt. I needed to get back to my room and take a shower.

Fully dressed, I tiptoed out of the room, taking a last glance at Trent sleeping peacefully before I ran.

Back in my room, I tossed my clothes off and went straight to the shower. I ducked under the spray before it could warm up and I stood under it, letting the water wash over me and sluice away the aches.

I was panicking.

We didn’t use any protection last night!

I was a virgin, and I’d had myself tested before. There was no worry on my end, and while I didn’t know about Trent because he wasn’t a celibate, I had to believe he probably took care of himself. That controlling personality of his wouldn’t allow for anything less, would it?

But there was another, bigger worry, and I didn’t know what to do with it.

“What happens if I get pregnant?” I said to myself, my voice hushed.

I hadn't been on any contraceptives before because I didn’t have a sex life. So last night had come out of nowhere. I knew there were pills I could take, the morning after pills. I just didn’t know if I could bring myself to take them? Could I bring myself to do that to a possible pregnancy? The thought of being pregnant was a little daunting in my current position, but I was even more worried about what would happen if I did nothing about the possibility.