I returned from the pharmacy with my little purchase hidden under my coat and ran into the washroom.

“Don’t slam the door! For the millionth time, don’t slam the door!” My mother yelled from the kitchen.

I sat on the toilet and read the instructions. If the dot becomes red, I’m in trouble. I pulled off my panties and peed on the stick. Butterflies in my stomach were churning and churning, making me sick with fear as I waited for the results. “Oh shit!” I thought as the dot on the stick reddened into a deep burgundy. What was I going to do?

“I am so fucking pregnant.” I sobbed to my best friend Stacy. I lay on the bed with the phone glued to my ear a box of tissues nearby.

“You are in some deep shit, Ashley.” She replied anxiously. “I mean, this is waaay serious.”

“Oh my God, I have to tell Jason.” I stammered through my tears.

“You gotta. What are you going to do now? I back you up with any decision you make. You know that.” Stacy said.

What were friends for, if they weren’t there for you in a time of need?

“Let’s meet at the mall at noon, ‘k?” Stacy said soothingly. “We’ll talk it over and everything’ll be alright. Trust me. See ya then, ‘k?”

I hung up the phone and cried uncontrollably, rocking on my bed. “What the hell was I going to do? I was still in high school. I was going away to college next year. I had so many plans.

My parents will kill me, no… no… Jason will kill me first. No… no… his parents will kill me first.

I ran downstairs and yelled to mom, “Going to the mall.”

“Okay honey, will you be back for dinner?” She replied cheerfully.

“Dunno. Meeting Stace.” I said hurriedly as I slipped on my sneakers and bolted out the door.

“Call then okay? Luv ya.” Mom said.

“If she only knew.” I thought fearfully as I bolted out the front door.

“Shit, the car was in the shop.” I said as I surveyed the empty driveway. I waved to Heidi as she rode by on her bike in the warm summer sun.

“Hey beautiful!” She yelled as she rode by.

What did she mean by that? She called me 'beautiful', like the hundred or so times she's called me that. Did she know already? Was there like a sign on my forehead that proclaimed "Pregnant Girl"? Oh God, was I paranoid.

“Heidi would know what to do.” I thought as I watched her coast down the block and disappeared around the corner. She's so cool. I should talk to her, but only after talking to Stacy.

I sat on the steps in front of the house and called Stacy.

“My car’s in the garage, I forgot. Come pick me up pleeease?” I asked her.

“Sure, I’ll be there in 15 minutes tops, ‘k?” Stacy said.

“’Okay. See ya.” I replied.

I put away my phone, sat down on the steps and thought back. Jason hadn’t pressured me into having sex with him; at least I didn’t think so. And I swear we only did it a few times and I don’t think I had an orgasm (or maybe I did, they didn’t teach us in Health).

I was always popular and so was Jason, we were a perfect fit for each other. Perfect kids from Perfect families, living in Perfect neighborhoods, having Perfect friends. Perfect girls didn’t get pregnant. We just didn’t. We were supposed to graduate from Perfect High, go to a Perfect College, and get married to a Perfect man who had a Perfect job then have Perfect babies.

Jason and I had started going out in tenth grade, our parents approved, he was perfect and so was I. “What a perfect fit.” My mother said when she met him. We were from perfect families. Who could ask for anything more?

He was tall and good looking and the quarterback (what else) of our school team. I was a cheerleader (again, what else), Homecoming Queen, honor student etc. etc. I mean, I wasn’t one of those ‘other’ girls.

Maybe it was that night that Jason’s parents were out and we raided his dad’s bar. We got a bit drunk and fooled around. It had to be that night. I didn’t want to do it, but he pressured me and I finally said yes. What a fool I was. He didn’t use a rubber, and it was so good.

I remembered his hard cock driving into me, his strong hands gripping my breasts tight as our bodies writhed in unison to our lovemaking. I remembered my passion kicking into overdrive as I felt his turgid hardness thrusting into me, relentlessly filling me, urging my lust for him (maybe I did have an orgasm). I remembered him howling as he released his seed deep into me. I remembered as he wrapped me in his strapping arms as we lay panting on his bed, our juices mingling in me.

It was the only he came in me without a rubber and it felt exquisite. I remember feeling the wetness in me and his throbbing erection spurting and spurting his come into me, coating my insides, mixing with my love juices. Impregnating my womb.

“Oh, to have never felt that.” I thought woefully as I waited for Stacy, alone on the front steps.