I stared down at my cock. The tip was bare, poking out of the end of the condom, while the rest of it remained latched right below the head. The condom must have ripped somehow while I was pounding into her hard.

“What?” Layla asked again.

“The condom fucking broke.”

Layla pushed herself to sit up and put her fingers between her legs, then pulled them away revealing a milky sheen on the tips. She didn’t say anything. She just looked at me with wide eyes, like she was scared and confused of what to do.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m clean.”

“Yeah, but what if I get pregnant?” Layla asked.

I chuckled. “The chances of that happening are pretty slim. I’m sure the condom has spermicide inside of it, and even without spermicide, it usually takes a few encounters before you have the baby problem.”

Layla nodded. “I should probably go clean up.”

I smiled. “Yeah.” I leaned in close and gave her a peck on the lips. “I’m sorry babe.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

I stood to my feet and started pulling up my pants, realizing at the same time I had gotten dirt and grass stains on my pant legs. “I look terrible.” I laughed again.

Layla stood up and started brushing herself off. “Yeah, well, I’ve got dirt all over me.”

“You look fine,” I said. “Mostly just your hands.”

Layla pulled her panties on and slapped the back of her dress a few more times before she huffed and looked at me. “So….” She tilted her lips and gawked at me seriously. “Are you sure you don’t have any other girls? You’re not going out with Samantha anymore, right? Because I usually don’t—“

“Layla,” I interrupted. “Don’t think for a moment that I have another girl.” I walked in close and wrapped my arms around her back. “The only person I’m interested in now is you.”

I gave her a few pecks on the lips and then I started walking her back towards the fence. We climbed the bleachers, I hoisted her on my back, climbed the fence, and dropped down as carefully as I could.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Layla said lowly as our feet touched the ground. “We’ve got to hurry. It feels like you’re leaking out of me.”

I threw my arm around Layla’s shoulder and we walked our way back through the darkened halls and back to the restrooms near the prom area. She slid inside the women’s room, and I went inside the men’s.

After cleaning ourselves off the best we could—the pants on my tux were ruined, and there were wet spots where Layla wiped off dirt off her dress—we met back in the hall, and I glanced down at my watch. “It’s almost 12 now.”

Layla nodded. “I don’t want to leave you, but you should probably take me home now.”

“Dude!” Caleb suddenly appeared in the hall, his young date standing right behind him. “Why do you have shit all over your tux?” he asked, picking a piece of grass that I missed off of my suit.

“None of your business bro. We just went outside a little bit.”

Caleb tilted his head as if her were examining me, then he turned back to Layla, particularly looking up and at the wet spots on her dress. “Outside?”

His date was squeezing on to his waist, smiling brightly and looking at the ground, practically oblivious to the whole conversation. She obviously liked him a bit too much.

“Yeah. What’s the problem?”

Caleb shifted one of his legs. “Alright, whatever. But you guys missed pretty much everything. The King and Queen have already danced and it’s all wrapping up now.”

“Yeah, we’re about to head out.”

“Yeah, alright.” Caleb looked at me again, disapproval in his eyes. “We’ll talk later.” He slapped his date on the ass, signaling for her to release her grasp and they both dipped into their respective restrooms.

Layla decided to forgo saying bye to Amanda as she didn’t want additional questions about her dress, and we headed out to the parking lot where Benny was waiting. “How did it go?” he asked, giving the same strange looks that Caleb did to the stains on my trousers.

“It was fun,” I said.

“Yeah, it was great,” Layla added. “I think we both had fun.” She looked up to me and with a sly smile and gave me a light punch to the side of my torso.

We made out nearly the entire way back to Layla’s house, and it took everything I had not to take her again in the backseat of the limo, but I managed some restraint, and we ended up pulling into Layla’s driveway about 10 minutes after 12.

“Thank you for tonight,” Layla said.

“No, thank you for inviting me. I had a great time, and sorry about… you know?”

“I told you, it’s okay. I think you’re going to have to buy the large size next time. Magnums or whatever they call them.”

I chuckled and gave her a light slap on the thigh. “Alright, I’ll do that. When will I see you again?”

“School ends next week, and I’ll have lots of free time after that.”

I rubbed my hands together. “I can’t wait.” I lifted my eyebrows before giving her another quick kiss. “You better go before your Dad comes out here to investigate.”

Layla nodded. “You’re right.” She sighed. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

We gave each other a long, hard hug, and then Layla ran out of the car and up to the door of her house. It was the first time I saw her go inside her home the right way. I patted the wall of the limo, signaling for Benny to take me home.

The whole ride back, I had the biggest grin on my face. It wasn’t my style to have sex with my clothes on or even to just have sex in missionary position the way that we had, but somehow just looking into Layla’s eyes and being connected to her felt like the best sex I had ever had.

I was really falling for the girl. I wasn’t sure if I’d call it love or not, but it was something very close to that. All I knew is that it was amazing when she was near me, and I couldn’t wait for the next time that I saw her.

She was my girl. We never said it, but after that night I felt like she was my girl.

I was so elated that the fact that the condom broke and I came so deep inside her was completely forgotten.