/Samantha/
While I was sitting on his lap, I could feel a rustling in his pants, so I chuckled and moved around on purpose. "Whatever, it doesn't matter let's just see what our parents say first ok," he replied, planting a passionate kiss on my lips. "It doesn't matter." He laughed and then held me still while saying, "You need to stop that little girl," in a teasing tone of voice as he narrowed his eyes at me. He went in to kiss me, but I drew back laughing, making him grunt. I chuckled again and leaned forward, sticking out my tongue and carefully tracing his bottom lip. This time, he moaned.
I became aware that the table had fallen silent, and as I turned to look around, I saw that everyone was staring at us, the females with expressions of envy, and the lads with emotions of lust. I flushed and asked, "What?". When I asked him while I was rising up and moving off his lap, the other boys just laughed and continued to pat Henry on the back. I smiled and shook my head, lads will be boys.
After school, I had to report to the clinic, where, to my amazement, I arrived only five minutes late. There, I was questioned in great detail about the various aspects of my sexual life. She thought it was very cool that I was going to start taking the pill before we had sexual relations, and we came to the conclusion that I should get the contraceptive injection.
It was an easy injection in the buttocks, it lasted for a whole year, and after three or four injections, it actually made my periods stop completely, which was fantastic. She performed the procedure right there and then, and it appears that it took my body only forty-eight hours to process it. She gave me some information about it in the form of a leaflet, and according to what I read, there weren't very many symptoms that I needed to worry about. Perhaps I would experience stomach cramps today or tomorrow as the virus worked its way through my system.
Henry was waiting for me when I arrived, which was a pleasant surprise. I pulled into the parking lot just as he was emerging from the locker rooms, which was perfect timing. After getting out of the car, I waited for him to come to me by leaning against the vehicle. He saw me and ran over to greet me; I jumped into his arms and wrapped myself around him as he kissed me passionately; he said, "Mmm I missed you" as he pressed his lips to mine, and I laughed.
"You missed me? It hasn't even been an hour yet "I was joking with him as I ran my hands through his hair.
He said, "Yeah, but I've hardly seen you all day, I missed this," as he grabbed my derriere and pulled me closer to him while easily supporting my entire weight. "I missed this," he said.
I teased him by saying, "Take me home, Henry, and show me how much you missed me," and he responded by groaning and carefully putting me in the passenger seat before turning the wheel to drive away.
"So, Samantha bear, how did you fare with everything?" He asked me while he was driving the few minutes to my house while he was holding my hand.
"Good, I decided to go for the injection so that I don't have to do anything at all except from go back for another one every three months," I remarked with a smile after completing my thought. "Good, I decided to go for the injection because..." My primary care physician had persuaded me to participate in this study after explaining that young women of my age who attended parties occasionally became pregnant as a result of their medications being flushed out of their systems due to the effects of hangovers they suffered the following morning.
"Injection? Really, they continue to do that? "He said in utter disbelief.
I gave a feigned expression of pain as I nodded and replied, "Yep, right in my ass. I'm probably going to get a bruise or something."
He then teased me by squeezing my hand and said, alluringly, "I can kiss it for you if you like."
I responded with a flirtatious, "Mmm I was hoping you would say that," to which he responded with a soft mumble while maintaining a smirk on his face. "Would you like to know the very finest thing?" I inquired without malice.
Again stroking my hand, he continued, "Yeah, of course, I wish you'd have let me come with you, I wanted to be there for you." "I wanted to be there for you."
I kissed the back of his hand as I spoke to him and told him, "I know, and I love you for it Henry, but you had practice, and she would have had you wait in the waiting room anyhow, so there would have been no sense in trying."
He let out a sigh. "Yeah, okay, so what do you think is the top pick?" After pulling into my driveway, he questioned in a questioning tone, and I hurriedly jumped out of the car to answer him. I knew my parents were at home because their car was parked in the driveway; thus, I stepped up to the door and waited for him to catch up with me there.
Once we were outside the front door, I leant into him seductively, put my hands on his chest, and brought my mouth to his ear. I said, while biting his earlobe, "It only takes 48 hours to get into my system, and then you won't ever need a condom again." He moaned softly.
I bit my lip and nodded in response to his husky "48 hours?" question. I tried to ignore the tingling sensations that were spreading throughout my body and instead took his hand and pulled him into the home while giggling. He seemed so lustful that it made me want to have sexual relations with him.
I greeted my mother and my brother with a cheery "Hey, James!" as I skipped into the room and embraced both of them.
Samantha, what the devil could have transpired? my mother questioned as she wiped away the tears that were forming in her eyes, and I said, "Oh shit, I forgot all about my arm!"
"Oh Err I well I...." I suddenly found myself stuttering; now what do I say to my parents about this?
Henry moved forward and pulled me down onto the couch next to him, saying, "We had an issue while you were away, maybe you should sit down." After saying this, he stepped back.
Henry sat down with them and described everything to them, including Blake, what the police had stated, and the hospital. My parents sat there stunned and terrified. James's face contorted into a hideous scowl, and he leapt up from his chair "That f*cking piece of trash! I had a conversation with him, and while I thought he was a nice kid, you should wait till I see him before you try to kill him "He sputtered. Henry rose up and put his hand on his shoulder in a reassuring gesture as I watched him with big eyes. In all the time I'd known him, I'd never once heard him curse. I just watched him with open eyes.
I knew that if Blake ever came near me again Henry would have trouble controlling his temper, and I prayed that never happened. "Don't worry about it, he won't hurt her again I promise," he said earnestly, but I winced slightly at the threat in his voice. I knew that if Blake ever came near me again Henry would have trouble controlling his temper. I never wanted to consider the possibility of Henry being harmed under any circumstances.
My mother poked fun at the situation by asking, with a twinkle in her eye, "So apart from the whole hot guy that turns out to be a psycho and the broken arm, did we miss anything?"
I quickly shook my head and said, "No Mom, nothing," while giving Henry a brief glance, which revealed that he appeared to be in some pain. Henry smirked.
"Do you think it's possible for me to go to Vegas with some of the boys from school this weekend? Mom, what do you think? Henry will also be there, and I thought it would be a fantastic opportunity to get to know some of my new friends better. All of my new friends are attending "I remarked with a grin at Henry, who appeared to have finally realized why I had kept our relationship a secret from them.
"Vegas? Absolutely not, Samantha; I'm sorry, but the answer is no "my mother remarked while fiercely shaking her head. I gave James a look and thought, 'Ok, it's time to employ the gentle stepfather routine.'
"It's just that I don't know any of them properly and I've been finding it a bit hard to fit in and make new friends and I just thought that when they asked me to go that I would be able to feel part of the group that's all," I quietly looked at James with my puppy dog face, and he looked at my Mom with a pleading expression. "I just thought that when they asked me to go that I would be able to feel part of the group that'
I am well aware that tugging on an old person's heartstrings is not a good idea, but come on, we have a whole weekend to ourselves with Henry! Mutter heaved a sigh and asked, "You're going, Henry?" She questioned while gazing at Henry, who gave the impression that he was finding it difficult to contain his laughter at my insignificant remark.