"You got a condom?" she asked, breathing heavily and sitting back.
"Um…" Freddie thought for a moment. "I think my mom gave me some a little while ago," he said finally. "They should still be in my room."
"Great," she said. "Let's go."
Freddie got up off the couch and led Sam to his room. There he rummaged through a few drawers before finding the desired box buried deep at the back of his sock drawer.
"Aha!" he said, bringing the box out and setting it on his desk. He quickly checked the date on the side of the box. "Still good," he said, reaching inside and drawing out one of the little foil packets. He walked to the edge of his bed where sat down on the crisply folded sheets. Noticing his cock had begun to grow soft, Freddie pumped his fist on it a few times to get up again before tearing the packet open and unrolling the latex sheath onto his dick. He tossed the empty wrapper aside and looked up to see Sam grinning a crooked grin as she looked him quickly up and down.
"Perfect," she said again, advancing on him and placing her hands on his chest. She pushed him back onto the bed and crawled up with him. She swung her legs over him, holding herself over him as she bent down to kiss his lips; her blonde hair pooled around his face while the firm nubs of her nipples just barely grazed the surface of his chest, giving him goose bumps and making him shiver.
"Fuck…" Freddie breathed as Sam lowered herself on...