This is the ninth part, in a long series of stories about a huge pack of condoms. They may be edited afterwards, but hopefully not too much.

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Me and Ceph have known each other for about 7 years. I was just a young girl when he took me in and protected me from the evils of the world. We never spent much time together but when we did I always felt safe. He was the guy I could call up in the middle of the night while standing outside his door and be let in and taken care of. The nights when I couldn’t bare to be alone, he was there for me.

We have both been moving around since then. Now we hadn’t seen each other for many years and suddenly he was coming to town, of course we had to hook up.
Even though he many times had took me in and taken care of me in the past we had never been physical, if we were it was very non sexual. We had recently been bringing this up in conversation hinting that we wanted to fuck each others brains out. I had been telling him a little about the exploring of my kink side, which had brought this on.

Here we were, he was in town, I was up late and wanting him to come by. Unfortunately he didn’t see any of my messages until it was too late. I had mentioned being horny, and that he had missed out.

The next day he came over to my place and we watched a movie together. It was decided that he’d be spending the night and I was hoping he wouldn’t remember the text. Why? I’m not sure, maybe I was a little embarrassed.
There had at times been this tension, that never really got released between us.

We cuddled up on the sofa, I disappeared in his arms, feeling really comfortable and relaxed. It was well needed. Relaxing hasn’t been my strong suite lately. We were carefully caressing each others hands and arms. Our hands playing with each other. His hands were really soft, and a part of me couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel on other parts of my body.
It got hot in the sofa, and he got out of all of his clothes besides his boxers. Getting him out of his clothes was easier than I thought, I thought to myself. We kept cuddling while watching the movie.

When we got into bed, we just laid down next to each other, like any friends would do. I found myself wondering if I would be able to sleep next to him, knowing myself having issues sleeping next to people who can potentially be more than just friends to me.
We were both exhausted, and not really cuddly. I got under my covers ready to sleep. But something was bothering me and he noticed.

Being a very caring person he talked to me about it for a bit. I ended up borrowing his arm to hold me, we found ourselves spooning. I was convinced we’d fall asleep.

- I’m horny, are you? he asked me.
- No comment.
- That means you’re horny.
- No comment.

I didn’t know what I wanted. He started to caress me. I felt him getting hard against my bottom. He took my hand, wanting me to touch his hard cock. I didn’t go with it. I said I didn’t want to play with it at the same time making sure he knew I wanted other kinds of play.
His hand found itself inside my thong, finding out how wet I was. Two seconds later he was fingering me to make sure I was ready to get him inside me.
Our remaining clothes were thorn off.

- Do you want me to fuck you.
- Not without protection.
- Sure.
- This will make you laugh, I said and brought out the pack.

He giggled a little, and I got out condom number nine, gave it to him and turned my back to him, while pushing out my bottom so we could spoon again. I felt him squeeze inside me.

- Damn you’re tight.
- Mhm…

I tried to stay still while he pushed himself inside me. It didn’t take long for me to start doing the fucking. I moved myself in and out. I felt every inch of him inside of me. Every little piece of change just enjoying the moment. I kept going, since I enjoyed being in control of what was going on.

- I love having sex with girls that know how to fuck.

I took that as a compliment, and carried on. I pushed my arms against the wall as I was riding his cock.
He turned me around on my stomach, squeezed in, and pushed up. He was high up on my ass so he could get further inside of me. He sat his hands on my lower back and held me down as he fucked me. Every thrust pushed up against my cervix and sent tingling sensations through my entire body.

We were both exhausted, before we even started having sex and it was getting to him. He laid down on his back, and I got up on top of him. I noticed he was a little flaccid. I started to move on top of him, carefully rubbing myself against his cock, teasing. I was so intensely wet I could almost feel it drip down on him.
I moved my hand down finding out he was ready to get ridden. I carefully slid down his cock, feeling him inside me again and let out a moan.

Again I was in control. We had given control over to each other once time each. Riding him slowly, just taking it easy, enjoying the moment. Enjoying this new cock inside of me. When he was getting close, I took his hands up to my breasts and made sure they stayed in place, massaging my breasts. As he was getting even closer he squeezed, and squeezed even harder. Until I yelped in a mix of excitement and pain removing his hands.
We both calmed down, I stayed on top of him, watching him.

- How many times did you cum? he asked me.
- I don’t.
- You don’t?
- I don’t cum.
- You don’t cum? Ever?
- I was just enjoying the moment.

We both calmed down, and I was thinking: That was about time. Why didn’t we do this earlier.

This is the ninth part, in a long series of stories about a huge pack of condoms. They may be edited afterwards, but hopefully not too much. Me and Ceph have known each other for about 7 years. I was just a young girl when he took me in and protected me from the evils ...