“What do you mean? You’re protected ... aren’t you?”“Not exactly,” she replied. She rose up on her elbows and rolled away from me, sitting...on the edge of the mattress in one smooth operation. “Gotta go,” she added, and headed for the shower. A trail of semen was running down her left leg. It reminded me that I was wet with our combined juices, and reached for the box of tissues we kept beside the bed for such moments. What did ‘not exactly’ mean?Liz had gone to work, and I had eaten my usual. "It's just something I clicked on," I stamered. "Do you want to try it?" Brad asked not giving away any emotion in his tone. I said yes with a jubilant tone, not realising how desperate I must have sounded in that moment, "but who goes first?" Brad then said with a quiet confidience "I think I should be allowed to do you first, after all, I wanked you off." I could not argue with that so with a begrudging reluctance I agreed and walked over to his bed and layed face down. "What are you doing?". ' I think that's true.”Listening to Carla and learning more about how she thought fascinated me. I wanted to find out what made her so shy and frightened and what she wanted for her life. I remembered the conversation we had at dinner about security, how she really didn't want to be an accountant but was convinced to go for a degree so that she could work for her Uncle Charley. I remembered how she knew she needed an adventure in order to release her hidden self, and here she was sitting in. By the time the incident in question had rolled around, however, I had pretty much had dismissed Casey as a typical cock tease, figuring I had two chances of screwing her as I did getting sex at home more often than every Saturday night. Slim and none. Or so I thought then. Adam had been out of town and, as always, I was left instructions ‘to look in on Casey,’ and take care of anything she might need. Casey had come in from an afternoon movie date with her latest boyfriend one Saturday. She.