We had been foolish, though I had protection, and we had tried to add to it with my pulling out, but we had only been partly successful with that part... and if the stories I heard could be believed, then we were either completely safe, or utterly doomed. I suspected it was somewhere between the two, but as Blackwood fell further behind it began to feel more and more like the former rather than the latter.The last few months of my college years were not stressful, academically. I had completed my. .Your eyes take in the dimly light room... the only light coming from several candles...A fire burning in the fire place...A picnic dinner spread in front on the plush rug in front of the fire...I see your smile... as you tell me how nice...I can sense your approval at the setting I have created...I move to turn the music up a little higher... and walk back to you...I lean over and whisper... "would you like to dance?"...Your reply is to pull me close to you... your arms wrapped around my. "I'm so glad you two are learning to love each other." Oh that we are Mom," I told her. Tom looked like he was biting his tongue.We learned to value the privacy we had. But we knew that we would be sooo dead if Mom and Dad knew what was going on. So we limited our games to immediately after school. We never played if Mom or Dad went out on weekends because we could never be sure how long they'd be gone.My family Doctor gave me a prescription for birth control and she agreed not to tell my. He adjusted his position and even though it was dark in the Union I saw the unmistakable bulge in his jeans. I was so turned on at the thought of me having this effect on another guy. He just smiled and asked if I wanted to get some fresh air. I nodded and followed him out of the bar. Once we were outside we started wandering back to his house. Past the usual fast food takeaways which were bustling with students laughing and messing about in the cold evening. He had his hands in his pocket and.