I figured I’d let her take a quick nap before going another round, and I ended up falling asleep myself. I wasn’t sure how long I slept, but I woke up with Nyomi wrapped in my arms with her back against my chest. Her top leg was draped over mine, and my dick was nestled deep inside her.
“Hold up!” I said when something very vital dawned on me.
I looked at the bedside table where I put the condoms, and it was empty aside from the stuff that belonged there and my phone. I lifted the blanket and saw two wrappers and two used condoms.
“Shit! Where’s the other one?”
I kneeled, looked on the floor between the bed and the bedside table, and saw something shiny. I picked it up, and sure enough, it was the condom I was looking for, . . . unopened.
“Fuck!”
I sat on the bed, looking at the unopened condom as if staring at it would change the fact that I didn’t use it. I had to contact her to let her know we’d had unprotected sex because I had no idea if she was on birth control.
I grabbed my phone and called my brother. He picked up right away, and by the sound of his voice, he’d been up for a while.
“Wassup,” he answered.
“I need Nyomi’s number.”
“Who?”
“Nyomi. The woman I left with last night.”
“Why are you telling me?”
“Because you were talking to her friend. Did you get her number?”
“Nah. We spent the whole night talking, and when I asked for her number before we parted ways, she said some shit about waiting until the universe brought us back together.”
“What?”
“Tell me about it. I don’t have her number, so I can’t help you.”
“Fuck!”
“What happened? Did she steal your wallet and dip out on you?”
“Nah, she didn’t steal my wallet, but her ass dipped out.”
“I guess you’ll have to wait until the universe brings you back together,” he teased.
“Yeah. I hope it’s soon because she might be carrying my baby.”
“The fuck! Nigga, I know you didn’t slide in raw.”
“I think I did. Actually, I’m positive I did, unless the last time we fucked was a dream.”
“Bruh, how the hell did you let that happen?”
“I don’t feel like getting into all that. I gotta go get this workout in. I’ll hit you up later.”
“Cool.”
I ended the call, flushed the used condoms down the toilet, washed my hands, and left the hotel room. The whole ride home, I thought about the last time Nyomi and I had sex. If it were a dream, I’d never had a dream that felt so real.
Even if nothing happened between us again, I wanted to at least give her a heads-up about what had possibly transpired between us. If she hadn’t dipped on me, we could sort this out, but now, I had no way of warning her.
I made it home, brushed my teeth, and changed into some workout clothes. Ten minutes later, I walked into the fitness room that was attached to the clubhouse in my subdivision. I only worked out here on weekends when I didn’t feel like driving to the university.
