I have a condom.

"I have a condom coach, in my bag. Never go anywhere without," Kacey remarks. Both relief and disappointment flood my conscious mind, relief she's taking precautions to protect herself, disappointment she won't let me go in raw. Does make me wonder if she's on the pill? Or is this the only method of protection she's got? My wife this was the only one, but that was different, at least it was to me

My train of thought is interrupted when she reaches over the desk and plucks the small foil packet from her purse and hands it to me. "There you go coach. Safety first right?" she remarks with a grin.

Slipping my free hand from her slit I tear open the packet, revealing the moist lubricated condom inside. I have to place it down for a second to free my cock, the object of her desire, and while I get the condom slipped on, she squirms a little, getting her shorts off, spreading her legs, her shorts at my ankles alongside my pants and boxers.

I step closer, the erection bobbing a little. I kiss here whispering a question in her ear. "Your on the pill also right? So a condom is more a way of being responsible then necessary right?"