【悬疑】Mirror Mirror（2）Chase

【悬疑】Mirror Mirror（1）Abby

Abby is NOT pregnant!  She is NOT pregnant!

I want to run around the entire floor, high five everybody in the ER, kiss her again and again...No wait, she may not like the kissing part although she is jumping up and down like the cramp never happened.

Don’t get me wrong.  I like Abby.  But liking her enough to fuck her is what mattered.  Daniel's words, not mine.  For me, I like her enough to not just lose my virginity to her, but I also want to explore more with her, in bed and out.  She wouldn't be a test drive before buying the car, a trailer before the movie plays in theaters, the qualifying match in FIFA World Cup, or any other shit before the real deal.  That being said, 17 is not exactly the right age to be a father in my book, and I absolutely prefer not to be the asshole that make her get rid of the baby if it turned out otherwise.

“I am not pregnant!”  She squeals with suppressed excitement, “I was so scared when I was waiting there the whole time I thought I was gonna throw up!  Let's tell the doctor and see what he says!”

Oh, right, we have to ask the doctor.  If Abby was not pregnant, why the hell was she hurting so bad?  She said the first time sucked, so I waited a couple of weeks before we gave it another go.  But wasn’t it supposed to get better the next time?  Whatever was broken down there should've healed by now, right?  Man, I sucked it up because I wanted her to enjoy it, and now she must be traumatized.  What a shame.

About 10 minutes later, Dr. Morris comes back with the chart, his brows furrowed.

“Hi there, Abigail.  I see that you are not pregnant, which is excellent news.” he pauses with a hint of concern in his voice, “Since the cramp is gone and no urgent treatment is necessary at this point, I would suggest you to see a gynecologist to make sure everything is okay.  You can schedule an appointment in the OB/GYN department on the second floor before you leave today.  In the meantime, please make sure to use contraceptives during intercourse.  You are very lucky this time but it can happen if you are not being safe.  Condom is very effective and also prevents STDs, but I want you to take home a brochure that lists other types of contraceptives for your reference.  It's on the wall near the reception desk.”

“Okay.” Abby nods like a kid promising her parents to floss, “can I leave now?”

“Yes, you are done here.  If the cramp comes back, call your OBGYN because that’s their specialty.” Dr. Morris gives us a practiced smile, then leaves without further comments.

I turn to Abby for her instruction.

“Let's sneak out of here.  I don't want to make that appointment.” She skips down the hall, but halts before we step into the elevator.  I follow suit, not sure if she's changed her mind about that appointment.

“Um...My bra feels funny.”  Stretching her arms to the back, she fixes it over her shirt, finishing with a subtle sigh of satisfaction.

“How do you do it?” I am genuinely curious.

“Do what?”

“Fix your bra from behind.  It took me like 5 minutes to put it back on you.”  I confess, the struggle to attach those freakishly small hooks still fresh in my mind.  I make a mental note to search for “Velcro back bra” online later.  If there’s no such thing, I would invent one.  I bet I would make big money on it.

She folds her arms to cover her chest like I can’t imagine what lays underneath, “You are obviously better at taking it off.”

“Of course.” I say proudly, “but I am a fast learner.  Maybe if you let me practice more...” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively before I feel a hard punch in the ribs.

Once we step out of the building, Abby bursts into laughter so hard it turns heads as we walk down the street towards the parking lot.  But she’s always a head-turner, so I am used to it.  Jabbing one finger to my chest, she warns with mocked anger, “don't you dare tell anyone about this!  Good thing the school year just ended.  Lisa and Jessica would've laugh their panties off if they found out.  That was so embarrassing!”

“There’s nothing embarrassing about getting sent to the ER in the middle of having sex.”  I try to keep a straight face, “when school starts, you can brag that we went to the ER because we broke the bed and your pinky toe.”

Abby tilts her head like she is contemplating, then frowns as she looks down at my crotch. “Why are you walking funny?”

“I didn't put my boxers on.”  I groan, “too busy dressing you.”

She giggles and claps her hands like she truly enjoys seeing me in pain while my poor boys rub against the jeans, with a fucking boner! Geez, I hope this won’t cause any permanent damage.  Why would anybody call going commando liberating?  I can’t even walk straight!

“I am glad this amuses you.” I grunt, and open the door for her before I get into the driver's seat.

Awkwardness ensues as we drive back to Abby's home.  The absence of her chatter sets off an alarming thought of her sexual engine going on maintenance again.  I busy my mind with a strategic way to tackle this question without sounding like the dick that I am.  The sperm buildup must’ve hijacked my brain, because I can’t think of anything!  Frustrated, I roll down the window, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence with the sound of the chilly July wind blaring into my ears.

“Do you know there are 20 different ways to prevent a pregnancy?” She shouts against the wind to grab my attention.  I take a quick look at her. Oh, she was just checking birth control options on her phone.  Whew!

“Pills, shot, patch, implants, NuvaRing, IUD, morning-after pill, sponge, female condom...Okay, I don't want anything that'll mess up my hormone or put inside my Va-jay-jay.”  She announces, and continues reading, “Pull out is too risky according to the doctor.  Hey, how about vasectomy?”

I jump, almost hitting the break in the middle of the highway.  “NO!  I don't want any surgical knife near my dick!”  I exclaim in horror.

“Relax, I am just messing with ya.  We'll stick with the condom then.” She chuckles, “I like your dick as much as you do.  Just tell him to perform better next time.”

“Hey, that wasn't my fault!” I protest, “Daniel says sex is a matter of trial and error.”

She smirks, “oh yeah?  Why don’t you and Daniel practice a little before we try again?”

“Awww~~~Abby, are you jealous?”  I tease her, “afraid he's more experienced than you are?”

“See?  That is the exact reason I don't like you two to hang out together.  He's bad influence!”

“But he's my best friend.  I was there for him when he came out, and he was there for me when fat chicks hit on me.  We should be allowed to hang out without our bae.” I throw her a smug smile, “I don't care what other people think as long as you know how manly I am inside.”

She snorts, “he was also there in the back seat on our first date.  So are you calling me fat now?”

“Come on, it was a double date.  He was making out with his boyfriend in the back seat, remember?”

“Hahah, yeah, sweet memories.”  She laughs softly.

Sensing the good mood in her voice, I carefully approach the delicate subject of a do-over, “Hey Abby, since we were not quite finished there..." I pause before throwing her a quick glance, bringing her attention to the bulge between my legs.

She mocks good-naturedly, “yeah, we were not quite finished...” then, with a tone sharp enough to cut through denim she strikes, “because I was too busy dying from pain, remember?”

I flinch, and let out a defeated sigh, “fine. Today’s Saturday.  How about Tuesday?  The bakery closes on Wednesdays right?”

“No, next week, you sex addict!”

“A sex addict who only had sex one and a half times.” I say sarcastically, feeling sad for my dick.

Her tone softens, “no, seriously, I have a hunch there’s more to the cramp than just the pain.  Do you think I should really check it out like the doctor said?  Do you think it has anything to do with my ‘condition’?”

Okay, now I really feel like a jerk not worthy of kissing her feet, let alone any other body parts.  What kind of shitty boyfriend only thinks of his own pleasure when his girlfriend needs medical attention?  I mentally slap myself and respond more sincerely, “how does your condition have anything to do with sex?  Visually maybe, because you can’t enjoy the glorious full view,” I can’t help waggling my eyebrows, “but everything else should be fine.  But I think the OBGYN is a good idea.  Preventive care should be covered by your health insurance, right?”

“Isn't preventive care for shots and annual physicals only?  Our insurance only covers cancer or something serious.  That much I know.”  She sounds worried, “this trip alone probably costs a lot.  What if mom and dad find out when the bill comes?”

“I am sure they'll understand the urgency if you tell them about the cramp.”  I wink at her, “just skip the sex part.”

“Ha Ha Ha, very funny.  I am making you pay half of whatever this costs.” She threatens jokingly.

Knowing her, I won’t get to see the number at all.  If it run in the thousands like the time I busted my ankle, she'd be in deep shit.  Helping her is easy.  I don’t have money to burn, well, not yet.  But I also do okay with tutoring and other side jobs.  The problem is how I can get her to let me help her.  I don’t know what it entails, but I am willing to take on this challenge, FOR HER.

【悬疑】Mirror Mirror（3）Erica