I brought a condom," I tell her when I slide her panties down. We're both hot and sweaty, and I can't resist hr anymore.

"I did, too," she whispers against my neck. "But we might not be able to use it."

"Why not?" I expect her to tell em this was all a mistake, that she really didn't mean to get me all hot and bothered just to tell me I'm not worthy enough to take her virginity, but it's the truth.

She clears her throat. "It all d-d-depends on whether or not you're allergic to l-l-latex.

Auteur: Simone Elkeles