It’s the longest fifteen minutes of my life. She tells me it usually takes an hour, but she’s gotten the sopping wetness out of her hair, and she doesn’t want to wait any longer.
She strides toward me from across the room to where I’m sitting on the bed and just as she starts shooing me across the mattress to let her in, it hits me.
I gasp. “I don’t have condoms.” I’m going to cry. Like a straight up manchild I’m going to lie sprawled out on her bed and thrash my arms and legs like a toddler who wants Lucky Charms in the cereal aisle of the store.
Then I suppose I’ll head to the pharmacy and pick some up. It’s not really a big deal, but I’m not sure my boner is going to deflate enough for me to sit in the driver’s seat of my car.
Athena bursts out laughing. “Do you need a minute?”
My body heats, she probably saw my whole thought process flash across my face. “I just didn’t want to have to leave now that I’m ass naked, and all the blood in my body is running south.” I stand up and bend to pick up my shirt. I don’t want her to think I’m pressuring her in any way to do something we may never do and go bare.
She steps on my shirt as I try to lift it. “I have the implant. What did your last health eval say?”
Is she really asking me if I have an STD or an STI? “You have to get laid to get those things, Bright Eyes.”
There’s a long moment stretched out between us as all we do is stare into each other’s eyes. We’re doing it more and more lately, and it’s something I could do for days on end.
“Wait. You have an implant? Like they put something inside your body to stop you getting pregnant?”
She nods, stepping between my legs and picking up my hand to run over the skin.
Holy shit. That’s… something.
She rubs at the space between my eyebrows. “It’s okay. Some people get them for super bad periods. It works long term for like three years, so it’s cost effective. It’s pretty effective.”
“You really want that thing in your body?”
She gives my question some thought, and I flex my toes in her plush carpet. It feels so soft under my feet.
“No, I don’t think so. I’d like to not have something foreign under my skin releasing hormones into my body.”
I nod, pulling her to me for a kiss. It’s too soon to bring it up now, but if my girl doesn’t want kids, I’ll be booking myself in for a vasectomy. I’m not going to let her keep that thing in her body if she doesn’t even really want it.
I mean, how many women out there actually want to have something alien in their bodies?
She kisses my concerns away for the moment, her fingers sliding into my hair as she nips at my lips with her teeth. I’ve waited too long for this, and while I have previously nutted in my pants, it’s been a while since, so there’s every chance I’ll be back to two pumps and done.
I slide back into the bed on her Egyptian cotton sheets. At least, I think that’s what they are, but this isn’t the time to ask. We both know it’s time to be intimate. No more hiding, no more hesitating, no more delaying, I’m about to have sex with Athena de la Peña.
Holy shit.
I’m about to have sex with Athena de la Peña.
How is this real life?
“Are you going to move over, Scottie?” She’s staring at me like she’s already asked but I haven’t answered.
I scooch over in the bed. Okay, whatever these sheets are they feel nice under my ass and sliding my balls across them feels some kind of way, too. Is it weird to ask for sheets for my birthday? Or Christmas? It’s weird, right?
Sitting side by side in bed, it gets weird. The atmosphere changes from heated and comfortable to anxious. I’m not sure which of us is actually apprehensive, but I know that I’m going to make sure it doesn’t last long.
I pick her up and plop her onto my lap, ignoring the squeal of either delight or indignation, I’m not exactly sure. Of course, I didn’t account for the slip and slide that is her sheets so the two of us slowly move as I pull her to me.
“I think I love your sheets.” I kiss the top of her shoulder. “I like how they feel under my nuts.”
She laughs. “I don’t know if that’s something the company thought about in their promotional material. Feels nice on the balls. I bet they’d sell millions if they just told men their sack would feel silky smooth against the sheets.”
I nod, kissing her again, this time at the bottom of her throat, enjoying how her head tips to the side to grant me access. “Exactly. All we need is a little bit of ball love sometimes. We’re simple creatures.”
