We had never not made love before, never just wanted each other for a cheap thrill, but yet here i was thrown over the seat of his car, jeans around my knees, bum in the air. A cold chill rant through my body as he pushed inside me. I wanted so badly to turn around and feel the softness of his lips on mine, but i knew this wasn't about kissing- this was about sex. It didn't last long, but i didn't mind - spinning around in my chair and pulling up my jeans. As he sat next to me sorting himself out, i starred blankly at the knotted condom on the dash board. We had never used condoms before-except for a bit of a try out, but i had insisted on it this time though. We weren't together anymore and i wanted to keep that little bit of distance, even if i wasn't ready to stop sleeping with him just yet.
