Quick Dips

It was my first year of University, first semester; I was 19. I was hot and heavy in the middle of some foreplay with my “then-boyfriend”. We would often do some “quick dips” (as I liked to call them) during the pre-game warm up. If it isn’t self-explanatory to everyone, basically, it is when he would start intercourse for literally one second, without the condom on yet, and then pull out. It felt good and was a fun part of our routine...until that day. After the second or third “quick dip”, he kept kissing me, but his dick went limp.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing; I finished,” he said, nonchalantly.

“You fucking did WHAT? ...WHERE? ...INSIDE ME?”

In the same unconcerned tone, he replied, “Oops, sorry.”

HOLY SHIT! What the hell?! My mind was racing. Now, even though I knew him pretty well, I wasn’t too concerned with the STD factor, but not completely 100% sure. Then there’s the whole PREGNANCY factor, as I wasn’t on the pill at the time. And finally, let me bring up the fact that I didn’t give him fucking permission to do that! I felt pretty violated; especially when he didn’t seem to care, or think it was a big deal. IT WAS TO ME! Even though I was far from abstinent, I liked to think I was at least saving THAT aspect of sex for a more serious partner, perhaps the guy that was going to end up being my husband. Well, I guess I can scrap that idea now... thanks, Asshole! I was super pissed off.

We pretty much broke up after that. The entire next week, I didn’t sleep at all. I was brought up to believe that if could happen to you, it probably will. Fan-fucking-tastic! When my period was about 10 minutes late, I was off to the school nurse in a mad dash. I couldn’t even wait to go to the store to get a test. Luckily, they did them there instantly, and it was free!

NOT pregnant and no STDs. PHEW! A wave of relief came over my whole body. I was super lucky and I sure learned my lesson. I saw my freshly-ex-boyfriend that afternoon and told him that I took the test. He actually had the nerve to accuse me of lying about the pregnancy scare to make him feel bad...like it was all about him. I said it before, and I’ll say it again... ASSHOLE!