She couldn't figure out why she felt so uneasy. This should be exciting.
She wracked her brain for the reason why she didn't feel right. Maybe it was that they hadn't been communicating much since April. Even though that was the most fun she's had with him, maybe it was just that it might not get better. Or maybe it's because it was 10:45 at night and he hadn't texted her yet.
He'd gone out for drinks with his colleagues and some students and it had ran later than he thought it would. He invited her to just come directly up to his room. It made her feel cheap, but she had gotten all dressed up and then starred up at the ceiling for the last hour. It should be worth something right?
His hotel didn't have a parking garage, so she walked from another garage at night. He came down and peaked his head out of the elevator to let her up. He let go too early and the elevator door crashed into her arm as she tried to enter. "I should've stayed home." She said. He insisted he tried to keep it open.
The room was big and had a great view of downtown. "I can see my car from here!" She joked. He poured her a whiskey that was so strong she had to close her eyes to drink. They chatted on the chairs for a bit, and she went over to pour him a whisky. She didn't want one for herself since it seemed his AC was broken and she was already a bit overheated. He said it had been that way his whole trip but he didn't have time to go down and complain. He liked it colder than she did, so she was a bit surprised.
She took the opportunity to show him the top she'd bought for the occasion that looked a bit like ropes. It was something he'd mentioned previously, and he commented how bold she was to be wearing it just over a wrap and pants. At some point she went over and laid down on the bed and he chastised her for going over to "his bed" "without permission."
After a bit of fooling around he got up and went over to his luggage and they both lost the rest of their clothes. She was stretching on the bed with her back to him, and suddenly he was behind her. It was forceful and unlike how it usually was between them. It hurt, but he had her pinned to the bed in a way that she could barely speak.
About 3/4's of the way through, he jumped up and said "shit" and walked over to his luggage. She asked what was wrong, and he said he had seen her with her ass up on the bed and just went over and forgot the condom.
Her heart felt like it took on an underwear quality, and she felt a lump in her throat. She'd never had unprotected sex before, and she thought he was over at his luggage getting the condom and just trusted it.
As she snapped back to reality she realized he was fumbling with the condom so they could continue, and she asked what the point was. He reacted poorly, and they went back and forth for a bit before she suddenly realized what was different.
"How drunk are you right now?" She asked him.
"I'm pretty drunk. I probably shouldn't have had that last whisky."
He was drunk. He forgot the condom.
And 3 weeks later when she got her STI test results back, negative, she wondered if she'd be able to forgive him.
