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Noah’s hand was on her hip, guiding her down, when his brain kicked hard against the inside of his skull.

He blinked. Sat up a little, “Shit. Wait.”

Jillian froze mid-grind, her hot pussy kissing the tip of his cock, and her fingers splayed on his chest.

“What?” Her breath was ragged, skin flushed. Her thighs still squeezed around his hips, trembling like she was seconds away from exploding.

“I, uh...” He exhaled through his teeth, embarrassed by how fast his pulse was racing. “We didn’t bring any protection.”

She blinked once. Then twice. And then gave a short little laugh, “Oh my god. Is that what stopped you?” She flopped sideways onto the bed beside him, arm draped over her eyes. “Dude. You’re the only guy I’ve been seeing, and I’m on the pill.”

Noah didn’t move. His stomach was tight, his breath shallow. “Still,” he said. “I just... I don’t want to fuck this up.”

Jillian peeked at him through the crook of her elbow. Something shifted in her face—she didn’t seem annoyed, but she wasn’t thrilled either. Just somber, like he had woken her up from a pleasant dream, and there was no going back to it.

For one perfect second, they were just two naked twenty-somethings wrapped up in each other’s arms while drunken strangers shouted downstairs. Then they were apart, miles apart.

Noah worried he ruined the magic of the moment.

She rolled onto her stomach and rested her chin on her forearm. “You’re kind of sweet,” she said. “It’s a good thing I like you so much, otherwise I might be annoyed.

He chuckled, shoulders relaxing. “I like you too.”

Noah stared at the ceiling for what felt like a minute.

Then she rolled over and sat up, draping her thigh over his, half-straddling him. “Alright, it’s obvious someone was getting fucked in here before we got here, what are the odds this room has a box of Trojans stashed somewhere?”

Noah shrugged, “Low. But I’m an optimist.”

So they started searching.

Jillian grabbed her top and half-shimmied it back on, not bothering with her skirt. Noah fumbled into his jeans just enough to feel decent, then started opening drawers. Everything creaked like it hadn’t been touched in ages.

The top drawer of the bedside table had a half bottle of lotion, some travel-size deodorant, loose change, and a very old iPod Nano.

Jillian had walked over to what looked like an old writing desk and opened the drawer. She made a face. “Nothing...” she said somberly.

Noah opened the closet. “Three flannels, an inflatable air mattress, and what I’m guessing is a box old clothes.”

“Found something.”

When he looked back, Jillian was on her hands and knees, halfway under the bed. Her pale ass cheeks arched high, both jiggling globes, bouncing slightly as she wagged her ass back and forth while digging for whatever it was under the bed.

Noah’s cock was tenting the front of his jeans before she dragged herself out and sat up, depriving him of the view.

She came out holding one of those dollar store Mini Backpacks, made with nylon so thin you could probably tear it open with your bare hands.

She was too focused to notice the erection Noah was sporting. She unzipped the bag, pouring the contents out on the floor. There was a Ziploc bag that looked like it contained some weed, but now held a few seeds and stems. A couple of glow-in-the-dark bracelets. Some toiletries. And a used bottle of lube with a tacky cap.

No condoms.

“Well, there’s lube,” she muttered, holding up the slender bottle between her thumb and forefinger.

They looked at each other. Noah leaned against the wall, not entirely sure what she was suggesting. “Maybe this is some kind of sign, we should wait?”

Jillian shrugged and tossed the lube atop the empty backpack. “Could be a sign.”

She straightened up and moved toward him slowly, and then reached down, her fingers tracing the waistband of his jeans.

“Well, we could do other stuff,” she suggested, her chin tucked, and her big doe eyes looking up at him all outlined in black.

She folded in her lower lip, biting down as she backed away, swaying her hips as she moved, his attention drawn to the little dark patch of hair above her pussy. His cock throbbed. He wanted her badly. Every inch of her. But this was about more than just getting off. She had been waiting for him for so long, he wanted it to mean something.

He nodded.