'Safe' Sex

You can't help but look down at that trunk between Sam's legs again. "Look," you say, "you can fuck me, alright?" "Just-!" Again, you have to keep Sam from jumping you straight away, "Just put a condom on!" "Haven't got any." Again, he starts towards you. "But I do!" You pull a ribbon of condoms out of your back pocket. It pays to be prepared. You wink at him as you tear off one packet and hold it out for him to take.

Sam looks less than impressed. So much less than impressed that he slaps the condom out of your hand. "Fuck, no! I hate those things! I'm doing you a favor, here, and I'm about to give you a damn good fucking to boot. I should get something out of this!" The fucking nerve of this guy! Some people would pay good money for a chance to fuck you, condom or no. Hell, some have!

"You should get something out of this?! You are getting a fucking sex **** out of this! Stop thinking with that head down there and try using the one on your neck for a change, asshole!" You **** yourself to calm down, before he decides you might make just as fine a **** as Mandy would. Prettier, certainly. Smarter, too, though that probably wouldn't matter. "Anyway," you continue, taking a deep breath, before your mind can go too far down that particular path. You kneel down to pick up the discarded condom. Which just so happens to put you face-to-face with what is arguably Sam's best asset.