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“Use the condom,” I said.
“Yep,” said Ross. “Yes. Good. Absolutely.”
He fumbled his wallet out of his jeans, which were round his knees, and dropped it. Coins went everywhere. Fiona started giggling. He found the condom, tore it open with his teeth, and spent what felt like a full minute trying to roll it on the wrong way up.
“Ross,” Fiona said, trying not to laugh. “Let me.”
She sat up, took it from him, and rolled it down his cock in one smooth movement. He made a strangled noise as her fingers closed around him.
“Okay,” he said. “Okay, okay, okay.”
She lay back, spread her legs, and pulled him down. He lined himself up, pushed into her slowly, and she gasped.
He managed four thrusts.
On the fifth he froze, his face screwed up, and let out a long, helpless groan. His hips jerked twice. Then he collapsed on her.
There was a very long silence.
“Nineteen years,” Ross said into the sofa cushion. “Nineteen years I’ve been thinking about this.”
“It’s alright,” said Fiona, patting his back, shaking with suppressed laughter.
“It’s not. I’m going to move to Spain.”
I lost it. I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the armchair. Then Fiona lost it. Then, eventually, muffled, so did Ross.
He went home ten minutes later, red to the ears. Fiona came over to me, still giggling, and climbed into my lap.
“Well,” she said. “Your turn. Please last longer than that.”
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