"Ingrid I'm not sure." Ayden chipped in immediately. It had been seven months since their last encounter, yes, at that tender age. Ayden wasn't really after sex with her, and he still wouldn't want to deny her if she was serious that she was up for the idea.
"Babe... please," she cried out, lashing out her puppy dog eyes at him and how seductive she looked in them!
"But what about your family? Your dad is probably waiting for you right now." He told her, hoping to detour her enthusiasm.
"Well, I'll know what to tell them." She sounded assertive.
"Fine." He said after a long pause. "But you have to promise me that you'll take the contraceptives, Ingrid. I love you very much and I don't want to mess up what we have achieved so far you know."
"It shows that you care about me, Ayden and I appreciate you for it." She said, her voice a little bit rusty from the beer. "I promise I'll take them..."
It must have taken a minute before they were both on their feet, and he led her to his room, probably where the action would take place. To him, it felt wrong with one step, then right with another. He was doing it for the girl he loved after all, and he didn't want to make her feel downwind.
So there they were. Two kids about to commit their bodies to this strange desire. He looked straight into her eyes. He was sure that he wanted this now. He wasn't sure at first, but now, he was all hands on deck. He walked to her; she was standing by the bedside drunk. He was drunk too. A little bit. He kissed her on the forehead, took a step back. He stared at her eyes, looking for all the possible signs of a 'or maybe we should stop this' from her. She didn't nudge him otherwise. She was all in.
Ingrid went on him, caressing his skin and waking his yearning as she could, her fingers trailing his body. His hands soared to her thighs, lift her up as Ingrid threw her legs around his waist and pressed her onto the wall. He kissed her neck, corners of her lips, and pulled her harder against himself. She felt an excruciating sensation run across her body and couldn't hold back her moans, hugging tightly onto his back with the same aggression. She had missed this. Ayden placed her on the bed and she strapped her hands around his neck. He grabbed onto the laces of the slip dress and looked at her cute innocence that was blowing up the fetishes in his mind. He ran them down.
He went on and took her hands and pinned them above her head and started kissing all through down her neck to her navel caressing her thighs and sending off those powerful waves that caught her out of breath. They knew what they were doing. It was not their first time at each other's hands after all. She took his shirt off as he got out of bed, took off his trousers, and got back to her. He grabbed her by her hips and leaned onto her closer, underwear to underwear.
She stared at his eyes craving and begging for more before he dug in for a kiss. She panted slightly to his delight as he raced to her down under, caressing each and every inch of her body that he could grab. And soon he noticed that she was ready for the main event, he paused as if thinking of something.
"Why—is... everything okay?" Ingrid asked, struggling to match her breath with her body's demand.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked in a low sudden tone breathing rhythmically.
She nodded. He looked at her one more time. She seemed assertive.
With all the consent beforehand, Ayden did what he knew best.
Ingrid Purcell, what are you doing?
Well as fate would have decided, she was never going to hear her guardian angel's warning. Ayden would take her home later that day. She would thereafter fail to take the contraceptive pills due to the drunkenness brooded inside her at the moment. It would last a day and its effect two more. She'd never had this far too much beer. Ingrid would be pregnant a day from now. She would however not notice in the coming week and when she did thereafter, it would be too late. So here they were. A young girl who had decided to make that one wrong decision that one day. It would later be followed by a whole series of predicaments at her. And it would be costly!
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It had been over two hours now since Ingrid had decided to excuse herself from the event. The speeches had now ended and Lance Harper had been called forth to close with a vote of thanks on the graduates' team. He had an attractive public image and this made him an icon to many. He was the guy to do the job for sure. He talked of the great accomplishments the campus had enabled them to achieve, he himself being recognized by some of his lecturers and peers for constructing a groundbreaking device that could detect and monitor health problems in people— old and young.
Lance was a BioMechanical Engineering student and so he felt the urge to do something for the community hence the device. It gave him fame and praise because it had gone to become one of the most helpful health systems in Seattle and would soon spread across the state. He was on that stage for a reason. He delivered his speech so well and were it that his parents were there, they would have been so proud of him. He was raised by fosters and when they died he was left to inherit all their property, and that's how he had managed to secure a place for himself at U.O.W. Such a lucky bastard ey? When life gives you a lemon, well, you know the drill. People cheered him on as he returned to his seat. He was charming in his black gown and back brushed as usual hairstyle. He pleased the stadium. Some closing prayer followed and the event was finally over. Five hours were finally up!
People took some time behind buildings, toured around the campus, took photos with the musicians and actors present at the event, sang some songs, sat around at the cafeteria for some buffet, some just sat under trees and talked and prayed. They were just having the moment. Living the memories because they would depart and perhaps not see each other again for a long time. Lance and his buddies were taking some shade under some tree at the edges of the track that surrounded the pitch. He had interacted with a lot of greats and all the clout was starting to take a toll. He went on to hide below a tree— at least that's what he thought he was doing.
"So Lance, do you have any plan on how you are going to deal with the Ethan situation?" Asked Mike as he took off his hood.
"Yeah, I have been thinking of something that will keep him out of the way for a long time." He answered cracking his knuckles again.
"Oh no! You want to kill him?" Asked Myles mouth wide agape!