After my debut...

After that special day when I became SEÑORA, I felt different, had that secret I wanted to shout, but obviously couldn't. Scared, anxious, guilty, my week went by without news of Marcelo. On Wednesday, after school, I found him and gave him a sign to wait until my friends left. A few blocks later, we met again. I didn't know how to react, but he took control of the situation. I started understanding that he was my lover, my trap. I doubted between staying or leaving. On one hand, my guilt with Roberto (my boyfriend, now husband) and on the other, my desire to feel Marcelo again. The hymen was already broken. Once or ten times more, it was the same, I had a craving so I accepted his proposal to see each other on Friday. We met a few blocks from home. For my parents, a pajama party with my friends from Cole. I saw the car, got in and greeted him with a hello. He approached and kissed me. While he said - Don't you want me anymore? - Yes, Marce, I love you! It's just... My mouth was broken by a kiss and he whispered: - To me too, because despite your 17 years old, you're a woman and not a silly little girl who doesn't know what she wants. I hugged him, kept kissing me. I thought I was a woman and had everything under control, didn't put obstacles. I took Ramón Falcón and in a few blocks we entered the hotel. He already had me again. He kissed me without the impatience of teenagers. I was learning what the previous game was. That night I enjoyed it differently, I liked seeing him naked, looking at his cock without shame, which I didn't access to kiss (suck). He didn't insist, smiled and with a little kiss felt like he forgave me. We no longer did it in the dark, I showed myself naked, opened my legs to receive him. The pain was no longer the same, I felt his cock filling my cave, he taught me how to put myself on top of him, the first movements I made guided by his hands that marked on my waist like I had to devour his cock. My fantasy was getting fulfilling. Some tickles were marking the intensity and place where I wanted the rubbing of his member and thus I arrived at my orgasm, but he kept going, I turned over, getting on top, arched my waist, placed my legs over his shoulders and continued to penetrate me until I felt his tremors and the palpitation of his cock filling me with semen. We didn't care!!!! I took consciousness, confessing, was so dazed I didn't see the magnitude of the problem that implied a maternity, it was a way of resolving the sentimental conflict that had between Marcelo and Roberto. That night, we kept doing it, until he fell asleep on top of me, embracing him to get to know every inch of his body. At 7 am, I went to pee, when I came back already a bit nervous because I didn't know how to continue, he was waiting for me awake, reclined against the headboard of the bed, marked that I should go to his side, hugged and made my skin tingle, we started kissing again and with that smell and warmth of just woken up he took me again. At 8:30, he showered and I was looking for my clothes in the room. That week, we talked about taking care of myself, and arranged with a gynecologist friend from the family to put an intrauterine device on me. On that Friday, I went to the clinic, a fifty-year-old doctor put it in and gave me a talk about contraception.