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revelling in his discoveries. When
he sensed that I could hold back no longer, his thrusting became faster, for
minutes only, and we climaxed together, explosively - our juices fusing for the
first time. Shuddering in each others arms with the intensity of the moment, I
cried. I had just experienced what it was like to be made love to. I told Gavin
I was in love with him and I was deliriously happy when he expressed his love
for me also. We made love three times during the course of the night.
    Time moved
forward at a pace I struggled to keep up with - life was like a dream. We were
out socialising quite a lot with our friends and Bobbie and her new boyfriend
Phil were also included in that circle. I was quite surprised that I could ever
get any work done – I was always tired and hung-over. I was also too wrapped up
in Gavin and our love-making and our life together. I had friends, a best
friend, and the best boyfriend I ever had, who I truly loved. He made love to
me, and I loved being made love to. This was not the emotionless fucking or
shagging I’d had experience of in my past. My heart melted each time I saw him,
and I wanted to make love constantly. I even fell in love with saying the words
‘making love.’ I gave Gavin a key to my flat, and gradually he stayed more and
more nights per week until he was living with me permanently.
    During my third
year, my bubble of happiness was popped one day when I received a very upsetting
call from Mum - Dad had been rushed into hospital with a suspected heart
attack. I left a message for Gavin back at the flat after leaving Uni and
hurriedly threw a few clothes into an overnight bag. Shooting off in my car to
see Dad in Intensive Care at their local hospital, my journey was filled with
dread. I was afraid for him – and myself. How would I ever cope without my
wonderful Dad, I loved him so much and he was far too young to die. I was also
worried for Mum and wondered how she would cope without him if he died. The
tears made it difficult for me to drive. I couldn’t concentrate and I couldn’t
get there fast enough. My breakfast was threatening to make a re-appearance – I
felt so physically sick. I was frightened in case I was too late.
    By the time I
reached the hospital the diagnosis had already been made. It had been confirmed
that Dad had indeed suffered a minor heart attack but he was going to be okay.
It hurt to see Mum so distraught, and wrapping my arms around her we comforted
each other as we waited in the family room to be told when we could go in to
see him. He looked reasonable (but otherwise very exhausted,) considering the
ordeal he had been through, and he was still hooked to the ECG machine. He was
pleased to see me there with Mum, and he even joked that he was pleased to still be seeing Mum as he had thought his time was well and truly up.
    Bobbie called
me later that evening to see if Dad was doing okay and asked how Mum and I were
coping. I assured her that Mum and I were both doing alright and Dad was making
good progress. She went on to tell me that she had parted from Phil, her latest
in a long line of suitors, as well some other trivial bits of news from Uni.
She didn’t sound as if she needed any consoling about her break-up with Phil,
so I said I would see her and Gavin maybe in a week’s time and we said our
goodbyes. Gavin rang me at bedtime to say he was missing me and I cried when I
finally put the phone down. I ached to be with him but my parents were my
priority –they had to be.
    Three days
later Dad was discharged from hospital care and told that he must take things a
lot easier than he had been doing of late. It was nice to have him back at home
and Mum fussed around him endlessly. I ended up staying with them for another five
days and I continued to call Gavin each night, missing him more with each day
that passed. Leaving Mum at home to look after Dad, I went out for a food shop
for them, and stocked up with fresh supplies and enough