Worrying as I lay there, thinking why she didn’t say something sooner, I asked myself, “Why didn’t I thought about it too.”
Eventually, I heard the bathroom door open and as she came back in the bedroom, I tried to smile. She had a towel wrapped around her, making sure it covered her and then without looking at me she wistfully said, “I think you should probably go.”
I understood what she was feeling and not saying anything, I got off the bed and started getting dressed.
Pulling up my shorts and putting on my shirt, I tried to reassure her by asking, “You’re on the pill, right?”
Cassie didn’t say anything right away but then as she sat on the edge of the bed, she said, “Yea, but I didn’t want you to cum in me.”
Again, not knowing what to say, I finished getting dressed and as I started to leave, Cassie followed me. Turning for a second, as I got to the door, I said, “Don’t worry, okay.”
This seemed to make her half smile and then after looking at each other, I walked out and she closed the door. Leaving, I wanted to keep in contact with her, but how? I didn’t have her number and didn’t live in that town, only visiting a few times a year.
Before I headed home, I decided to swing by her house, wanting to see her. However as I drove by, I saw there was a car in the driveway, and figuring it was probably her parents, I kept driving. I just wanted to make sure she was okay and maybe get her phone number, but mainly I wanted to make sure she was okay with what had happened and hoped she didn’t get pregnant in case she really wasn’t on the pill.
I have visited my friends up there and I’ve driven by her house, but as of now, I haven’t run into her. I continue to see her little butt whenever I think bout her and hope we’ll see her again. I do however, worry about what kind of reception I will get if we see each other.
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