“Birth control… Uh…”

“Wait,” he says. “You’re telling me you’re not on birth control? How could you let me not use a condom?”

“Let you? What are you talking about. You’re the one who stuck that thing in me without a condom on. It’s your responsibility.”

“I’m not the one who can get pregnant,” he says.

That makes me angry. I can feel my face getting red and my pulse skyrocketing. A moment ago everything was calm and now I’m quickly approaching furious.

“You know I came inside you, right?” he says. “I mean, you cleaned yourself up. You didn’t think about it then?”

It sounds impossibly stupid, but no, I didn’t think about it. I can’t exactly say that. I’ll sound like a complete moron.

Instead, I just get more angry. “Listen,” I say. “You’re the one who didn’t put on a condom…”

“You already said that,” he says.

I get up from the bed, covering my breasts with my hands. Now that I’m angry, I don’t want him to see me naked. I wish I could get my clothes on at some super human speed, but instead I have to hunt around the room looking for each individual article of clothing.

“You’re just going to leave?” he says.

I don’t answer him. I’m too angry, and I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe because that in a small way, he’s right. I shouldn’t have let him come inside me without a condom. What the hell was I thinking? I know what I was thinking… it was his massive cock. It felt too good to stop.

I finally get dressed, except that I can’t find my bra.

So I leave, letting the door slam behind me, without saying a word to him. I walk down the hall, suddenly aware that my screams of pleasure were probably heard echoing all down this college corridor.

And I couldn’t find my bra… I’m braless, and for some reason my nipples are still pointed and erect, showing right through the fabric.

More than a few people peek their heads out of their open dorm room doors to take a glance at me. I just keep my head high and don’t look at them, my eyes averted.

First stop is going to be the pharmacy for a couple dozen pregnancy kits. But how long does it take for them… how long do I have to wait? I don’t want to tell Jane yet. She’s going to give me a hard time, even in her weakened state.

I pay for the pregnancy test kits without actually looking at the cashier. He’s an old guy, who’s probably seen thousands of college girls just like me coming to buy the kits. Who knows what he’s thinking of me.

But I know what I’m thinking about myself, and it’s nothing good. How could I have been so stupid?

I don’t track my cycles. Only the hippie girl that I knew in freshman year actually does that. I mean, who has time for that kind of stuff, with classes, tests, papers?

I try to calm myself down, taking deep breaths, and telling myself that the chances of me getting pregnant are low…

Dumb, dumb, dumb—I keep repeating these words to myself like a mantra. I have the self-awareness to realize that it’s not particularly helpful.

Everyone makes mistakes, right?

But this is a big one…

I just can’t deal with this now, not with the end of school zooming up.

I get back to my dorm room. I pause outside, and take a deep breath. Maybe I should just hide the pregnancy kits, so that I don’t have to talk about it yet with Jane.

Yeah, that’s definitely the best idea. I know exactly how she’s going to be with something like this. She’ll just never let it go.

It’s not like I have my backpack with me. It doesn’t seem like I have anywhere to stash the things. I’ll just have to do the best that I can.

I walk down the hall. Our room is at the end.

From the first door on the hall, I hear some intense giggling coming from it.

The door is open a crack.

There are two girls who live there who I have barely seen at all since the first day of the school year, back in September. They’re almost always out partying, and when they’re not, they’re eating at fancy restaurants, on their parents’ credit cards of course.

I would just walk by and ignore the giggling, but I hear Shane’s name and my ears perk up.

I pause outside the door, right near the crack, careful to keep my body so that they can’t see me.

“Oh my God!” says one, giggling. I think that by her voice it’s Shawna. Her roommate is Faleena.

“Shane’s sooo hot,” says Faleena.

“That’s insane! Look at the way he’s arching his back!”

What are they talking about? From the conversation, it sounds like they’re looking at a picture of Shane.

Could it be my Shane?

Well, he’s not exactly mine. I don’t know what to call him.

The thing is, there’s only one Shane that anyone knows about on campus, and there’s only one Shane that girls would giggle over in their dorm room.

Careful not to be seen, I move so that my eyeball is right at the crack in the door. From my vantage point, I can see that they’re sitting in their desk chairs, looking at a laptop. I can clearly see that the laptop is playing a video.

I almost gasp in surprise, but I manage to hold it back at the last moment.

They’re watching a video of Shane. Not just Shane. But a completely nude Shane. And he’s masturbating like crazy. His cock is still etched in my memory from what feels like just moments ago. It looks bigger in person, but it looks big enough on screen. In fact, it looks massive.

“Wow, his cock is insane!” says Faleena.

“Yeah…” says Shawna, who sounds like she’s going breathless from excitement.

I have no idea where they got this video. But I know it’s not streaming, that it’s not live, because Shane’s hair in the video is much shorter.

I suppose someone could have recorded him surreptitiously without his knowledge and then somehow Faleena and Shawna got their hands on it.

I should go back to my dorm room. But I’m curious. For one thing, despite being mad as hell at Shane, I can’t seem to tear my eyes off his gorgeous body as he goes to town on himself. They have the volume turned up and I can hear Shane grunting as he strokes his cock furiously.

“Look at his hips!” says Faleena, sounding breathless herself.

“Faleena!” says Shawna, shock and surprise in her voice. “What are you doing?”

I can see from my hidden vantage point that Faleena’s hand is moving suspiciously down near her crotch.

“Nothing,” says Faleena, her voice quiet and embarrassed.

“Well, if you’re doing that, I’m going to too.”

Part of me wants to bust into the room and tell them not to masturbate themselves silly over my man. But… he’s definitely not my man.

Instead, I leave as quietly as I can, making sure that my footsteps don’t make too much noise.

I open the door to find Jane lounging around eating potato chips.

“You get those from the vending machine?” I say.

“You’re not going to let me ask how it was?” says Jane. “And yeah, they’re the best ones in the whole machine. Spicy banana flavor.”

“Gross,” I say. “How are you feeling? Any after effects?”

“I’m pretty much fine,” says Jane, but she sounds sleepy and tired. “I think the chips are helping.”

“I’m sure they are,” I say sarcastically.

“What do you have there?”

She’s looking pointedly at the plastic bag I’m clutching in my hand. Shit. I forgot to even try to hide it.

“Uh, nothing.”

“I can see through the bag, you know.”

“I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Are you serious?” says Jane. “You might be pregnant?”

“It’s just a precaution,” I say.

Now I tell her what happened, how he didn’t use a condom and I’m not on birth control, which she already knows.

“I can’t believe it,” says Jane. “You’re like definitely going to be pregnant.”

“That’s a huge help,” I say.

“I’m just trying to be realistic.”

If I get pregnant, what am I going to do? It’s going to be screwed, that’s what. My parents aren’t going to help me out. They’re broke and they moved to Mexico last year. As far as they’re concerned, they’re done with raising me. That’s fine… but it could make things a little difficult if I have to raise a baby on my own while trying to get my PhD.