The last few days, I haven’t felt like myself; my stomach hurt and I felt sick when I would smell the scent liquor…which is so unlike me! I guessed that I had the stupid stomach bug that was going around campus. My roommate sat down on my bed and seemed nervous; she asked me if I had recently had unprotected sex. It was funny because we both were on the pill; and I reminded her of that. She said that maybe I needed to take a pregnancy test; I shot up in bed and screamed, “What?!” She reminded me about the party when I fucked the dork in front of everyone; she laughed nervously, saying that maybe he was really potent. Shit, I couldn’t even remember half of the party, so I decided to go buy a pregnancy kit.
At the pharmacy, I bought the kit and headed straight for the one-stall bathroom. I peed on the stick and waited; I was so concentrated on watching for colors that I didn’t even hear the door open behind me. “Hey, stupid little whore,” the voice said. I began trembling; those are the exact words that Reagan had used while a group of guys fucked me. But, it had been dark, and I didn’t see any of their faces.
I turned around and he already had his hand on my mouth. “Do what I want and I won’t tell Reagan that you’re here.” He lowered me to the ground and unzipped his pants. He shoved his cock between my lips and I began sucking; he slapped my face, telling me that I was going too slow. But, my mind was on that little stick that sat on the sink. Was I pregnant? What was I going to do?
He shot his load down my throat and wiped the remaining jizz in my hair. He walked to the sink and picked up the stick. “Well, at least Daddy’s gonna be happy. Stupid little whore…” he chuckled as he left. I looked and he was right: I breathed a sigh of relief because the test was negative. I exhaled loudly, thinking that now I could go back to having fun!
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