The Condom and the Condom

The plan was made. David's perverse logic had settled in the room like an irrefutable truth, at least for the two boys. Javier was already imagining himself as the conqueror, the man who would finally break the barrier, the first to penetrate Lucy. He could taste victory on the tip of his was then that reality, in its most mundane form, intervened.

David, with a calmness that contrasted with Javier's evident urgency, asked him, "Did you bring any condoms?"

The question hung in the air, bursting Javier's fantasy bubble. He patted his pockets, a useless gesture. "No, I don't have any," he admitted, frustration tingeing his voice.

"Me neither," David said, shrugging.

Javier felt a wave of panic. He was so close. He couldn't let such a stupid detail ruin everything. He had to come up with a solution, and fast. He could only think of one thing: being inside Lucy.

He turned to her, his mind working at full speed. "Lucy, finish giving David oral sex," he ordered, his voice regaining some of its authority. "He'll be the last one for now. After him, your jaw won't have to work anymore, because my blowjob will be the other way." He smiled at her, a lewd promise. "In the meantime, I can go to the store to get a condom, and that way, when I come back, I can get my reward. I'll be back soon."

Without waiting for a response, Javier quickly got dressed and left. The idea of leaving them alone didn't sit well with him; it was a huge risk. But he consoled himself with the thought that, when he returned, Lucy's virgin pussy would be his alone. It was an incredibly naive thought on his part, a blindness caused by his own overwhelming desire.

With Javier gone, Lucy felt strangely exposed. The director had left, leaving her alone with the lead actor. With a sigh of resignation, she got back to work, kneeling before David.

As soon as Javier left, David, in a playfully innocent tone, asked her, "And you, Lucy? Didn't they give you condoms at school, or your parents?"

The question took her by surprise. And then, a vague and distant memory surfaced in her mind. "I think... I think I have one," she said, her voice a murmur between aroused and fearful. "But it's from a long time ago. I don't think it'll work."

A slow, calculating smile spread across David's face. He saw his opportunity. "Let's see," he said softly. "I can test if it works or not."

He leaned toward her, his voice becoming a conspiratorial and protective whisper. "Think about it, Lucy. I have more experience than that virgin Javier. If he were to test it and the condom doesn't work, it could break and put you at risk. It's better that I test it, since I know what I'm doing. If it works, perfect. If not, we'll know, and nothing will have happened."

The manipulation was masterful. He was using Javier's own inexperience as a weapon, and framing his own urgent desire as an act of pure responsibility.

Lucy hesitated for a moment. David's logic, filtered through the fog of her arousal and her own naivety, made a perverse kind of sense. He was right. It was safer for him to test it.

"Okay," she said finally.

She got up, went to the drawer of her nightstand, and after rummaging for a moment, she found a small foil packet, a little wrinkled with time. She returned and handed it to David, the condom feeling like a time bomb in the palm of her hand.