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She reaches behind her and cups my cock through my jeans, making her intentions clear.
“Do you have any condoms?”
Why the fuck haven’t I bought any condoms?
I’ve never hated myself more than I do in this moment.
Closing my eyes because I can’t bear to look at her as I cringe my answer. “No…” God, she’s gonna hate me.
I swear I’ll make it up to her though.
When she’s quiet for way too long of time, I crack one eye open to peek at her.
She’s got one eyebrow cocked and a curious expression on her face. Seeing she has my attention, she whispers, “Why?”
Shit… how do I say this… “I… Uh…” Great, I’ve got an impeccable vocabulary, and it totally fucking fails me in this moment.
What do I even use as an excuse? It never even crossed my mind.
I’m such a dumb ass! And incredibly moronic, unprepared dumb ass.
Completely misreading my discomfort, she shrugs. “What would you say if I brought some?”
Well, shit…
