Breaking their kiss, she asked “where…”
Andy, glancing about, now saw the dim silvery reflection of the condom packages that Sam had strategically placed. She’d prepared it with sheets and blankets and all they had to do, she said, was unfold it. He felt closer and closer to her, more and prepared to open himself to her, more aware of his desperate need to please her, to pleasure her. He took one, dangled it before Julie, his look asking her…”you or me?” Wordlessly, a shy smile playing across her face, Julie gingerly took it from him, spent a moment looking at it, her fingertips gliding over its ribbed circle, then decisively tore it open, tossed the wrapping aside, and carefully held by her fingertips while both looked at, while both absorbed the profundity of what its portent.
