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PrepPy GoThic LoVe

A redo. Cleaning up the story in A03.

Chapter 1 WiLd TiMe

College hot gothic girl he kept her panties.

He remembers her hot breathe against his ear after sliding home as she arched her back heaving her perky breasts against him. Letting out the sexiest cry he ever heard to only have her tell him that he was her first. Even frozen in his most drunken state he knows this is monumental. Leaving him to make sure in a most deep animalistic way that she was cared for. Only to lose count after bringing her to the edge once again and placing tiny marks all over her body. As they continued drinking and enjoying the prolonged buzz. To his delight not even didn’t minding her lengthy babbling of science. It essentially was a huge turn on. Who knew?

Draped with a bedsheet just barely covering his ass Oliver looks around an unfamiliar room. Getting up and finding his clothes he takes a moment to look at his marked body of last night’s affair. He can’t really recall much except those beautiful alluring eyes and freckles across her nose. Remembering the thick eye makeup, she wore. How he helped clean it off with some booze and his now obvious streaked black mascaraed t-shirt. Holding her panties which he found near his discarded shirt. A tube of her lipstick which he thinks she reapplied a few times during their hot make out sessions that always led to another round. Peeping around swiftly he brings the silky emerald cloth towards his nostrils for a quick sniff. Letting out a satisfied grunt. Damn he wishes she was here now to maybe entice her to take care of his hardening bulge.

Walking into a small bathroom off the side of the room it’s undeniable at Oliver’s reflection on the mounted mirror. She did a number on his neck. Ghosting his fingers against some very well bruised skin with some highlighting of her blackish hue of a lip color. Sweet lips of a dream girl leaving noticeable marks on his face and torso and Oliver lets out a hearty huff. They must both be walking around campus with knowing hickeys for days.

Wrecking his mind for a name he recalls a Fizzy or was it Lizzy? Whatever her name was. She rocked his world. Hopefully he did the same to hers.

Never in his time being dragged to this party by his so-called friends like Max and Devon. Especially with his best friend bailing did Oliver think roaming around the frat house would have led to meeting a queen. Literally he called her his queen which preceded to get a snazzy remark but they were both hammered enough and quickly with no thoughts in the world he led her to an upstairs room.

Amid his recent celebration of his 20th birthday with a big bash at his off-campus very posh place where he shares with his best buddy, Thomas Merlyn. Nothing like waking up with a few girls wrapped around him. Under a blanket fort that contained an incredible amount of the pillows he never knew he owned.

Nearby Tommy Merlyn was plastered on a deflated air mattress containing a few other feminine limbs stretched eagerly around him. Yet that extravagant party didn’t cover the wild night he just had with one gothic chic who showed him the meaning of hot and heavy.

He dropped out of Harvard after getting caught sleeping with a professor. The school didn’t tolerate it at all. He was now trying a third school his parents threw money at. Boston University his grades were average but he was missing classes after certain massive drunken states. He just doesn’t care. Living life, the way he is living it gives him a sense of entitlement and feeling good is very relevant for him. Oliver also knows he has to do the bare minimum or he’d be back home under his parent’s full watch which depresses him into the vicious circle he has going on.

He doesn’t have anyone at home that he loves. His last girlfriend which he keeps going back and forth in some shameless runt. Keeping her like a retainer. Someone who he can use to please his parents into thinking after college maybe he’ll settle down even though he knows that isn’t the case. He will most likely land up having to be forced into some sort of loveless marriage. Land up working for his dad and eventually take the role to run the family company.

Hence, he is here jerking off near what could be a clean wash cloth that he’ll use to clean himself. After this he’ll walk across the campus to reach his residence a few blocks east and fully shower to at least make it to a few of his classes.

“Hey dude you done with this room?” One of the frat boys calls to him after he lets out a grunt. An image of the girl who did wonders to him now fading.

“Yea. Sure.” Oliver walks by the lanky guy and picks up his belongings and stuffs the virgin’s panties in his pocket.

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Leaving a brief kiss on his temple.

Felicity wakes up and feels his breath against her clavicle bone. A hand palming her breast with his other used as a pillow sometime during some decent sleep. Her body feels sore as she stretches a little not carrying if she wakes her bed mate. Her brain screaming in agony but not nauseas as she thought she would be. She feels his morning boner not far from her behind as his body is curved around hers.

Raising to a sitting position the sheet falls further down and she turns to look at him and her eyes land on his chubby that did wonders to her body hours ago. Picking up the sheet and covering him wondering why she is all of a sudden modest.

She read up about sex and even went online to watch some videos to see what she was getting herself into. She is young and as she looks at his face. Felicity pegs him for at least an eighteen-year-old and being she was only sixteen and a freshman at M.I.T. it was probably a good idea she leaves now and doesn’t get the awkward how old are you talk. Grabbing her purse at least she hopes they used protection. It was the one thing she made sure she took to this sex crazed party.

A part of her knows that her first time should have been sweet and memorable but she is at a stage where she wants to experiment and is truly tired of hearing about sex from others. She won’t touch drugs again. Felicity’s first experience with baked goods that led her into the emergency room. Having lied to the hospital staff while using an M.I.T. RA in her dorm to act as if she were her mom. Thank goodness Nellie was cool enough but man she owed the woman big time leaving Felicity to do some hacking for grade changes. Not her brightest moment.

Telling people who weren’t around her school projects, classes, etc… it has kept her true age from coming out. People act weird around her once they know she is a minor or a certified genius.

The acts themselves were worth coming to this party. The experience with this boy was really exceptional. His lips, breathe, hands that kept stirring a rising deep fire that seemed to never burn out.

Felicity can recall most of the acts while they kept drinking so reasoning wasn’t something in their forefront. Don’t get her wrong. It was also real dumb. None of the foil wrappers are missing. So, every ejaculation was pretty much on point to baby making if he doesn’t also have a S.T.D. for her to add to the list of why she did the most stupid thing in her life. Yet, she can gaze at him with a satisfied smirk.

Finding her long slitted black skirt and see-through black cami with a green faded dress shirt and her favorite Goth boots she loves. Unable to find her lacy green thong. She chucks it as a lost article of clothing.

Giving him one last look, leaves the room and runs down the stairs leaving the frat house as a past memory as she partially jogs and uses public transit to her college dormitory.

It is a few days when she has a chance to get the Plan-B and take it. She should have made it a priority but with the over flowing of classes and project meetings she always pushed it out a bit saying the word ‘soon’. With six courses, every semester plus labs she is always busy. That’s when she feels a little off. Chugging it to stress and maybe being under the weather as winters here in Boston are really cold.

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Finding a physician. That when the doctor walks into her examination room. A surprised question is asked. Could she be pregnant? That is how she finds herself in her second trimester that she had no clue she is almost six months pregnant.

“But I don’t feel or look like I’m pregnant?”

“Well Felicity, you are. We just confirmed it after the tests.”

“Oh.”

“Is there anyone…”

“No. No I’m fine.” She taps her head “I have a lot to think about.”

“Here is a list of gynecologists you should pick one and make an appointment; we can do that for you.”

“No, I’m okay. I’ll do it myself. Thanks.”

She leaves the doctor’s office a little shaken up. She is carrying another human in her womb. Now she has to think about the baby.

She can’t remember his name. It is probably for the best. There will be a good chance he’d just tell her to get rid of it or if he came from money and they usually tend to take care of their own problems. She grew up in Las Vegas she knows exactly what money can do. She is alone in this.

Mr. preppy lover was to be a one-time deal. Which will now lead to her panting and screaming and most likely swearing off his existence in a few months. She doesn’t need a frat boy to co-parent. He probably hogs all the sheets at night. Her mind telling her of other ways that he would more likely suck at. Even though a nagging reminder of the warm fuzzy fantastical dreams of his warm arms that night that felt really good.

Would she keep the baby? Probably not. Not much options for a sixteen-pregnant year-old teen. What she wants is to wake up from a nightmare of what a hormonal urge brought upon her. She lives in the real world. Where even working hard and being intelligent doesn’t stop the stork from visiting. She royally screwed up.

She needs ice cream. A good pint-size. Felicity will also need to read everything she can on what to expect because she has no clue if it doesn’t revolve around zeroes and ones.

Preppy Gothic Love redo... before cleaning up chapter 1 in A03.

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