Alma had never expected to find herself in this situation.
She'd always been a cautious woman, especially when it came to the matter of relationships and sex. Since she went through sex ed in high school she had been bombarded with informational warnings; STD's, AID's, the difficulties of pregnancy and childbirth. She took precautions, always using condoms, even when she had a ready supply of morning after pills in her bedside drawer.
Her virginity had been lost to a French boy -- a blur of unsteadying alcohol and an arguement which somehow had changed into angry passionate kissing on the night of the Upper Sixth Form prom -- who had not wanted much more than that. When she hesitantly told her older sister what had happened she had recieved a slap upside the head and a march to the doctor's with a lecture, lucky her sister had been at least calm and generous enough not to mention it to her brothers. But she'd never spoken to the French boy again.
The experience left her distinctly turned off sex for the longest time, until she finished school and reached her second year of university. A bright, happy American transfer student came into her life, refusing to be brushed off by her coarse nature and charming her every which way, but she didn't even let him touch her with more than a few kisses until she was fully prepared to make sure nothing came of it that she didn't want to. Everytime they had sex, she was sober and aware and unrelenting in her insistence on the protection they used, much to his consternation. He valued spontaneity, she preferred to plan ahead.
Maybe that was what lead to their breakup, or at least lent to it.
Alfred had become more distant, spending less time dogging her heels and nagging her to come out with him, away from her boring books and extra-curricular studies. It had taken her a telling amount of time to notice that her text inbox was never so full anymore, that days could go by without them seeing each other.
Then the cincher. She had gone to his room intending to talk with him, to try and salvage their relationship and opened the door to find him too busy plowing a busty, platinum blonde haired Russian (and a proven natural blonde from the view Alma was given) to give her any notice. What had followed was a screaming match to put any two-year-old's worst tantrum to shame. Alma had had called him every foul name she could think of under the sun and thrown her textbook into his head, breaking his glasses with pleased vindication before she stormed out, the Russian slag smiling pleasantly all the while.
Ending up back in her room, she had broken out the last of the alcohol she'd recieved for her twenty-first birthday and started drinking herself into a stupor, cursing the fact she didn't have anything close to a friendly shoulder to cry on since her best friend was at home seeing her family that weekend. Well, she called her her best friend, Keiko was likely her only friend when it came down to it. Alma was a poor people person, usually hanging off the group Alfred seemed to bring in for company. She'd guessed that was over then.
She'd always been a cautious woman, especially when it came to the matter of relationships and sex. Since she went through sex ed in high school she had been bombarded with informational warnings; STD's, AID's, the difficulties of pregnancy and childbirth. She took precautions, always using condoms, even when she had a ready supply of morning after pills in her bedside drawer.
Her virginity had been lost to a French boy -- a blur of unsteadying alcohol and an arguement which somehow had changed into angry passionate kissing on the night of the Upper Sixth Form prom -- who had not wanted much more than that. When she hesitantly told her older sister what had happened she had recieved a slap upside the head and a march to the doctor's with a lecture, lucky her sister had been at least calm and generous enough not to mention it to her brothers. But she'd never spoken to the French boy again.
The experience left her distinctly turned off sex for the longest time, until she finished school and reached her second year of university. A bright, happy American transfer student came into her life, refusing to be brushed off by her coarse nature and charming her every which way, but she didn't even let him touch her with more than a few kisses until she was fully prepared to make sure nothing came of it that she didn't want to. Everytime they had sex, she was sober and aware and unrelenting in her insistence on the protection they used, much to his consternation. He valued spontaneity, she preferred to plan ahead.
Maybe that was what lead to their breakup, or at least lent to it.
Alfred had become more distant, spending less time dogging her heels and nagging her to come out with him, away from her boring books and extra-curricular studies. It had taken her a telling amount of time to notice that her text inbox was never so full anymore, that days could go by without them seeing each other.
Then the cincher. She had gone to his room intending to talk with him, to try and salvage their relationship and opened the door to find him too busy plowing a busty, platinum blonde haired Russian (and a proven natural blonde from the view Alma was given) to give her any notice. What had followed was a screaming match to put any two-year-old's worst tantrum to shame. Alma had had called him every foul name she could think of under the sun and thrown her textbook into his head, breaking his glasses with pleased vindication before she stormed out, the Russian slag smiling pleasantly all the while.
Ending up back in her room, she had broken out the last of the alcohol she'd recieved for her twenty-first birthday and started drinking herself into a stupor, cursing the fact she didn't have anything close to a friendly shoulder to cry on since her best friend was at home seeing her family that weekend. Well, she called her her best friend, Keiko was likely her only friend when it came down to it. Alma was a poor people person, usually hanging off the group Alfred seemed to bring in for company. She'd guessed that was over then.
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