Hold Her Head When She Pukes

I met a girl through our circle of friends and after several weeks we decided to start dating.  Things seemed to go well and we were getting pretty hot and heavy. She had given me several hand jobs and I had fingered her but that was pretty much it. I had just turned 21 and she was 19 and at the time and we both still lived with our parents when not away at college. Things were getting to the point that we wanted to have sex and it just so happened that my parents would be out of town all weekend, so I planned a date. We went to dinner and a movie. The theater was practically empty so we sat in the back. We kissed and I unbuttoned her pants and slipped my hand in. She was wet. I spent most of the movie fingering her to just the point of orgasm then stopped just short of climax. She would open her eyes and give me a look like... "you bastard". I would just smile and give her a wink. When the movie ended I told her that my parents were out of town and asked her if she'd like to come over. Of course being totally aroused she said yes. We got to my place and she said she had to use the bathroom. She was in there awhile and I was concerned but she said she was fine. I grabbed her hand and led her to my bedroom where we undressed each other. Oh my god she was gorgeous! Up to that point we had not seen each other fully naked. She worked my penis with her hand until it was hard and then gave me a blow job as I leaned back on the bed. I had to contain myself so I wouldnt prematurely shoot my load. After a few minutes she climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my erection. She rocked her hips and moaned but then stopped. She looked at me, took a deep breath and swallowed... "I'm sorry, my stomach doesn't feel good." Then she vomited all over my chest. Talk about mood killer!! We went into the bathroom and showered off. Each time she vomited I would hold her hair back for her. I left her slumped over on the bathroom floor next to the toilet, naked with only a large beach towel over her and went into the bedroom to pull the sheets and make the bed. I carried her to my bed and slipped her panties and bra on her and then pulled the covers over her. She must have said sorry a thousand times and cried that she ruined our special evening. Shit happens. I dont know if it was food poisining or the stomach flu but I spent the rest of the night and the next day taking care of her and holding her hair with one hand and a garbage can with the other. You might think that would be enough to scare a guy off but you'd be wrong. We had a whirlwind engagement and were married 6 months later. We've been married 26 years now and have 2 adult children. She has more than made up for that night many times over and I still hold her hair when she has to puke.