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Stray Condom

Short story By: Fjt22

Tags: Comedy, Sex

Just writing when I was bored....based on true events.

Submitted:Jul 13, 2007    Reads: 1,392    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

We all talk about safe sex. With the STD rate climbing rapidly it is safe to assume that intercourse without a condom is risky business. Who wouldn't use protection? I use protection, however I worry more about pregnancy than STD's. Aside from herpes and HIV, all others are cureable. I don't worry much about chlamydia, syphilis, hepatitis A B or C, gonorrhea, HPV, anal and/or genital warts, molluscum contagiosum, nongonococcal urethritis or scabies though since they are easily cured. So when I open a box of condoms it's not because I'm afraid of catching something, it's simply because I'm afraid to have a child at the wrong time in my life.� �With that said I'd like to share a sex story with you.�

I had met a girl. An adorable girl with auburn hair, hazil eyes, a lip ring and a wonderful sense of humor. We went out and it went well. A nice dinner, a nice walk and amazing conversation. I could tell you every moment we had together prior to our engagment of intercourse however I'll spare you that part since you probably could care less.

She was drunk. I was buzzed. I wanted to leave and so did she. What worried me was where I was supposed to go. I've had sex too many times in the back seat of too many cars. It's been a while since I've done it in a bed and I prefered not to end up in the back seat of my jeep. Well obviously�here we are in the back seat of my jeep. It's the summer time, it's hot, and gas is way to much money to let the car run the whole time with the AC blasting. Here we are. Box of condoms in my hand, sweat is pouring out of my entire body, I can't breath, I feel like an animal and one of the most non romantic men in the world.� And there's the key.� Men.� I'm a man so of course the lack of oxygen and the unbareable heat did not stop me. The condom is on.

Fourty five minutes later. I can't understand how I am still alive. I felt like I had sprinted non stop across a vast desert. I'm not done though. She accidently pulled the condom off when I decided to take a break. I grab the second. It was a box of three. Second one is on. I'm back in the action. No I'm not. The condom broke. That's ok because I have a third one. I reach over into the front seat and grab the last condom. I pull the "tear here" piece. The condom flies out of the package and dissappears . This can't be happening. I spent ten minutes trying to find it. No luck. This isn't even my jeep. It's my fathers jeep. I'm not worried about my father finding a condom. I'm not worried about anything but being able to finish. And I can't. Not because of STD's but because of having an accident baby. Now she is not in the mood. And I'm in pain.

It's been three weeks since and the condom has yet to be discovered. And I've yet to finish.


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