Page 25 of Reversal of Fate

14 – Guy Interrupted

Carter stood up and rid himself of his jeans and the briefs he wore underneath. When he turned back to Julie, her gaze dropped to his cock. Her eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath.

By her look, Carter guessed that not only was Julie a virgin, she hadn’t seen an erect cock in real life. He hoped that she wouldn’t change her mind at the last minute, because he was so hard by now, it was almost painful. Not being able to find release in Julie’s hot body would be a huge disappointment. And a failure on his part. But if she wasn’t ready for his cock, he was prepared to continue to make her come with his hands and mouth until she was.

He locked eyes with Julie, then put his hand around his cock and tugged on it once. Julie’s lips parted, and she licked them.

He slid one knee on the bed to join her.

“Julie, I just heard what happened at the party. Are you o—”

The voice was accompanied by the opening sound of the door, and stopped abruptly.

Carter instinctively blocked Julie from view, and quickly glanced over his shoulder. At the door stood a black girl about the same age as Julie.

“Tonia!” Julie shrieked, and scrambled to pull the duvet over her.

Tonia had the decency to instantly whirl around facing the open door. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright… Obviously you are… Sorry, again, sorry.” She fled, pulling the door shut behind her without looking back.

Carter looked at Julie.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled, mortified. “She gonna tell everybody that I’m… that we’re…”

Her entire body looked flushed.

Carter took the interruption in stride and shrugged. “Just as well. At least nobody else will barge in now.” He lowered himself onto the sheets next to her, pulling her into his arms. “Where were we?” He brushed his lips over hers very lightly. “Now I remember. I was about to make love to you… as long as you still want to.”

She put her hand on his nape. “I do.”

At the invitation, Carter rolled over her, bracing himself on his knees and elbows, nudging her thighs apart. He adjusted himself, ready to plunge into her, when she put one hand on his chest, stopping him.

“Condom,” she said.

He instantly remembered the lectures he’d attended as part of the one-week intensive training he’d undergone.

In 2025, sexually transmitted diseases still ran rampant all over the world, and unwanted pregnancy was a problem. In 2051 HIV and other STDs had been cured. Health care was free all over the world, because world leaders had recognized that a healthy workforce was a productive workforce. And by the mid 2070s there were no more unwanted pregnancies. If an unmarried young woman did get pregnant and wasn’t prepared or willing to keep the baby, dozens if not hundreds of families were lining up, offering vast amounts of money to adopt the baby. Abortion was virtually unheard of and only performed when the life of the expectant mother was at risk.

Carter had never worn a condom in his life, and he’d been unable to practice because no company in 2085 produced condoms, and the stock that was still available from the late 2060s just before production of condoms had ceased, had deteriorated so badly that the thin latex had crumbled upon removal from its foil packets. Unfortunately, Carter had forgotten to purchase some upon his arrival in 2025.

Carter hovered over Julie. “Fuck, I don’t have any. I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t planning this.”

To his surprise, Julie smiled at him. “That’s refreshing.”

“Being unprepared?” he asked, perplexed.

“In a way. You’re probably the only guy who’s ever gone to a fraternity party without carrying a few condoms in his pocket.” She kissed him softly on the lips, then she motioned to the bedside table. “Top drawer.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Carter said and reached for the drawer. Inside, there was indeed a small box of condoms. It was still in its original wrapping. For a few seconds, he struggled to remove the outer plastic, before he could open the cardboard box and take out one foil packet.

He turned away from Julie so she wouldn’t see how inept he was at rolling the condom over his cock. And it turned out he was truly inept. He started rolling the condom over his erection, when the damn thing ripped.

“Fuck!” he cursed.

“What happened?”

He looked over his shoulder. “It broke.”

“Oh. Does that happen often to you?”