We stood there in the dark, staring at each other in the moonlight. The realization of what we were about to do hit us, but it was too late to turn back. Even if I had known then the repercussions of this night, I would still have gone through with it.

He looked me in the eye for a long while. Neither of us was smiling. He removed his shirt and let it gently float to the floor. His muscular chest glistened with sweat in the moonlight. My heart pounded as the sound of his zipper being lowered echoed through the room. His jeans slid to the floor in a heap, followed by a pair of blue bikini underwear.

He stood before me, naked and waiting. "Is this what you want?" he asked.

"Yes," I rasped. He walked toward me, reached out, and caressed my face languidly. We kissed passionately as he unbuttoned my blouse. I could feel his hands against my breasts, pulling me ever deeper into the fantasy. My blouse tumbled onto the pale blue carpet. I stared at it for a moment, eyes glazed as if in a dream. He wrapped his arms around me and unhooked my bra. A sea of pleasure swept over me as he felt and caressed me.

He finished undressing me and knelt at my feet. "Is this what you want?" he asked again. He didn't give me time to answer. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. As he laid me down and positioned himself over me, I saw the animal in his eyes.

I screamed, "Keith!" over and over again as we made love. The feeling is indescribable. I began to float off into the ocean of ecstasy. . . .

"I'm what?!" I screamed at the doctor. Denial flooded my mind. It couldn't happen to me! It felt too good. I couldn't be pregnant. I am a teenager! I am invincible! I am --

"Pregnant," he repeated softly. "You are pregnant."

Oh, joy.