All in the past (mostly)

After Amy and I fucked Kevin, she went home. I stayed a little while longer and had sex with him again before I went home, leaving him my lingerie. On Monday, we turned in our project and our groups were broken up. I had Kevin's number, but after seeing my boyfriend again I felt bad for what I had done and elected never to cheat again. I saw Kevin now and again in class and recalled how he made me feel but I never talked to him in person again. He asked for nudes now and then and sometimes I sent him some, recalling our past sex as I masturbated and restrained myself from cheating again. I'd never forget it, but it was in the past now.

One holdover from my weekend remained, though. After I felt weird a few days in a row, I took a pregnancy test and found that I was pregnant. I had gotten so much cum pumped into me unprotected that I wasn't really surprised; the question was only who the father was. It could well have been the random guy on the dance floor who got me knocked up, it was impossible to say. It was definitely not my boyfriend's though, not that I would ever tell him that.