Amanda Please Help Me. A Defective Latex Condom Causes Fear Of Pregnancy And A Trip To The Gyn.

Hello, my name is Wendy, and this happened in the late sixties as I came of age. I was a frequent masturbator then as I am now.

One morning as I was brushing my teeth I noticed the mint tingled in my mouth. I took a small dab of toothpaste and put it on my clitoris. Nothing much happened so I forgot about it. By the time I got to school, I was enjoying a mint tingle in a new and different place. It was excellent and I reverted to rolling my panties up and wedging them between my labia. That day in science class, we were studying the displacement of water and a rather large test tube found its way into my purse. I had a brand new toy…and couldn't wait to try it out. It worked great! I used that test tube many many times, as a matter of fact I still have it now. 

One day there was a tampon wrapper on the floor of the girls’ room at school and it reminded me that my period was due. When I got home, I checked my diary and got worried. I re-counted the days. Fuck, I was late. Then I remembered that broken rubber with Art. I just had to talk to Amanda. I blew out of the house before Mom could say anything. I knocked on the her door and went through it at the same time. Amanda asked, “What in heavens name is the matter?”  “Do you get pregnant every time you have sex and he…his stuff…sperm gets in you?” “Well, yes and no. For you to get pregnant the sperm has to find the egg at the right time in your cycle. We discussed this. Why do you ask, Wendy?”

“Well…I ah Art…We. Oh shit Amanda, Art and I had sex and the rubber thing broke and his … he.”“Ejaculated.?” “Yeah, that in me, and now I'm overdue.” I was on the verge of crying. “I don't want to have a baby yet; my mom will kill me.”

“Relax; nobody is going to kill you. Now, tell me what happened.” I told her that Art and I had been going all the way for almost six weeks now, how we used some of her rubbers the first few times and how the pharmacist had embarrassed Art about buying his own rubbers. That he stole one from his dad. Then I took a deep breath and just backed-up.

I don't know why but I just told her everything. How I was reading that romance book that got me wet. Then how I called Art over and read it to him. How I instigated the night he came over here, and I showed him pictures of people making love in her medical books. How we played with each other until I took him upstairs and used one of her rubbers.

She told me to get a calendar and show her some dates. The last time we did it, was Thursday September 4th. Since then we haven't had any rubbers. I should have started a period about the 28th and here it was October 17th already. I was a nervous wreck. Amanda said she would take care of me and furthermore it was probably just the stress of starting school again.

She sent me home and told me not to worry. Sure enough, that was easy for her to say. Mom knew I was uptight about something because she seemed to be hovering over me again. I checked my diary to verify the dates and I was not wrong. I decided that night that if I was pregnant that I would go to California and made a long note to myself.

The next day Amanda told me that I would be going with her to see a gynecologist next Saturday morning. She then told me what to expect as he did a pelvic exam. It sounded stupid to me and she went on to explain how we were going to cover it as a shopping trip. She also explained that Art's father’s rubbers were probably too old to be reliable and that she would get us a fresh supply.

Do you want to hear about my trip to the GYN?