Just let the rest of the day run out
From Torg Adventure
Sam never mentioned anything about the originally planned midnight rendezvous, so you're wondering if the little shower encounter you had earlier took it's place. Or at least displaced it, as Sam indicated that the love-making in the shower didn't count against your remaining two more chances with her. You're wondering if maybe she will do something to let you know if tonight is still on, or if maybe you should just go discretely to her room later.
For now though, you're going to rest. You've gotten three pretty good workouts today, two of them sexual. You aren't sure if you are going to get another one, but if you are, you better conserve your energy. You relax on the bed, watching tv and replaying the two times you had sex with Sam in your mind. Even though it keeps making you hard to play back those memories, you resist the urge to do something about. You've got something other than energy to conserve, too. With the condom breaking the last time you fucked Max, you may not need to worry about saving up your cum.
The clock keeps ticking by, until it was half past eleven in the night. Sam hasn't stopped by, nor had anyone else. Just another typical night in your house so far, although you're hoping that's not how it will turn out. Your plan at the moment is to head down to Sam's room a little after midnight. The worst that can happen is that she turns you away.
The clock has just hit five to midnight when a sound tears your eyes away from counting down the remaining minutes in the day. Sam has opened the door with the faintest of noises, wearing a sweatshirt from one of her favorite sports teams. If she's wearing anything under that, you can't tell. She closes the door quietly behind her, leaning back against it.
"I slept, Max," she says softly. "Very well, and longer than I planned." She does have the look of someone still throwing off the effects of a deep sleep, her eyes a little less focused than normal.
"I dreamed though, Max," she continues. "Of what we did today, and what we might do again for our other two times." She pauses, as if recalling the dreams. "I think I even came in my sleep, and I was so wet when I woke up..."
She moves away from the door. "Then I woke up. Just a few minutes ago. I had slept for hours, but not quite the rest of the day. And that's when I realized that as long as we started before midnight, we could still count this against the first one." She pulls the sweatshirt off over her head, revealing that she's just wearing some panties. True to what she described, the front of her panties were already visually damp with her juices.
Sam is apparently finding a reason to justify having sex with you again, although it isn't necessarily a good rationalization. She could just throw out the entire limit of three times with you, but that would mean admitting to herself and you that was no longer mostly about her holding up her end of the bargain. Plus, based on her sleepy appearance, she still hadn't fully awakened. She wasn't exactly sleepwalking, but she certainly didn't have her full wits about her.
She looks at the clock. "Three minutes before midnight, Max." She starts taking off her panties. "You need to be in me before then."
You're no fool. You start tearing off your clothes, just worrying about what's below the waist, and Sam tries to lend a hand, although ends up just getting in the way.
"Two minutes." Sam climbs onto the bed over you, straddling your body, just a little forward of your cock, her pussy poised above you. "Let's do this now, Max." She reaches down to grab your cock, and then her eyes open a little more.
"Condom, Max," she hisses. "We almost forgot. Hurry!"
Frantically, you reach over to the nightstand and open the door where you kept the condoms. You don't care whether you are wearing one, and given their damaged state it hopefully wouldn't matter in the long wrong. But if you didn't wear one, and in fact didn't get it on and get your cock into Sam before midnight, you might ruin a free go at Sam's pussy.
You offer the condom to Sam, but she just shakes her head strongly. "You do it Max, we don't have time." Her eyes are locked on your clock radio by the nightstand. "Please, Max, hurry. It's 11:59!"
You rip open the package and pull the condom out. Sam keeps watching the clock, and you can see her mentally counting down in her head. She reaches down with her hand, to put it over the hand you are holding your cock with, using that to point your cock at her pussy while trying not to get in the way of you putting the condom on. At least she's trying to get in the way. Between her hand and your trying to hurry, you're not having luck getting the condom on. You start to put it on, but your fumbling fingers let it slip off before you can start pulling it down. You grab it with your hand.
"God, Max, just a few seconds left," Sam whimpers. "Is it on?"
It's still in your hand, but you're going to try again as you get it positioned properly in your hand, while you other hand holds your cock in place, Sam's hand firmly over yours. Her pussy is just a few inches away from your cock. "Yeah, Sam, I'll-"
You were going to tell her that you were going to get it on in time. But as soon as Sam hears 'yeah', she squeezes her hand over your hand that is holding your cock, then pushes herself down upon it, sliding her pussy down over your uncovered cock.
It doesn't seem as if she notices the difference from feel. You hear her sigh as she feels your cock inside of her, and a moment later she murmurs the word "midnight". Following her gaze, you see the clock reading 12:00.
"We made it," she says, turning her gaze to look down at you sleepily. "We started before midnight, so you still get two more times after this." She leans over, planting her hands next to your shoulders on the bed, and starts moving her pussy up and down on your cock.
You could tell Sam that you never got the condom on. It's not like she couldn't get off of you for another minute so that you could put it on. That would be the smart thing to do, since the condom wasn't actually going to offer any real protection.
It felt so good going bareback though. Also, Sam still seemed half asleep, and completely horny. In that state, plus her lack of sexual experience, she might not even notice that you weren't wearing any protection. Of course, if she did notice, you could be in for a major freakout, and probably end your chances of having any more sex with Sam.
Tell Sam, or hope she doesn't notice?
