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Brian, Diana was his only other real friend, and this meant much more to him than just being an on-again, off-again, girlfriend. Hiding his fear, he jokingly said, “Don't worry darlin', I plan on getting a restraining order on you as soon as you let me know you're not pregnant.”
“I'm serious Cale, no more two AM shouts outside my window, no more surprise visits at work, no flowers, no wine, no phone calls, or texts. Nothing.”
Deep swallow. “You got it.”
“When was the last time you were tested for an STD?”
“You know I always wear condoms with new girls.” Diana's scowl let him know this answer wasn't good enough. “I'm clean, I was tested two months ago.”
Diana knew better than to be comfortable with that answer. “And how many women have you had sex with since then?”
“Only three and I wore condoms each time,” Cale said in a similar way an alcoholic would gloat about going a month with only three drinks.
Satisfied that they both had a clear understanding of the agreement, Diana asked, “Alright, Cale, do you wanna add anything else to this deal?”
Cale thought for a second, but nothing except the obvious came. “Can we have sex now?”

After foreplay that lasted slightly longer than it took both of them to tear the other's clothes off, Diana was on top of Cale bouncing with all she had. Diana, like most women, had a reasonable goal every time she had sex, and this was a more powerful orgasm than ever before. Luckily for her, Cale, like most guys, would do everything in his power to give her this climax.
He grabbed onto her waist and began to rhythmically slide back and forth with her. It was like his hips were constantly trying to catch up to hers. His mind on the other hand was in a struggle between enjoying the moment and not thinking about it too much in order to prolong it.
There were two opposing forces at work in Cale's attempt at holding off what the scientists call ejaculation. The first was all the alcohol he consumed and the numbing effect this had on the most sensitive parts of his body. At the moment, this was beneficial, but as we all know, excessive amounts of alcohol typically spells disaster when sex is involved.
If the alcohol made him numb, then the lack of a condom had the opposite effect. He felt every contour, moisture, and ripple of Diana. And the tightness! The tightness has to be mentioned.
Cale knew he was coming to his breaking point, and it was evident from her screams that Diana was already long past it herself. There was no longer any pain in either of their lives. It was all joy. Ecstasy. Completeness.
Finally, Cale couldn't hold out longer as a million different experiences, feelings, and thoughts flooded his mind while a million different DNA, RNA, and Amino Acids flooded Diana.
In the throes of each other, it didn't take long for them to pass out. When Cale came, their consciousness left. 4

The next morning, Cale awoke feeling more dead than alive. It was more than a hangover and more than getting pummeled in a fight. It was synergy. 2 + 2 = 5. Two horrible feelings combined into something greater than the sum of their parts.
Cale's first challenge was to open his eyes which had developed bruises in every color of the dark spectrum. It was painful to even do something that basic, but he slowly peered out, turned toward Diana's side of the bed, and saw nothing but the covers neatly made.
Out in her living room, Diana was preparing arguments for a high profile divorce case. Working on a Saturday morning was nothing new to her, but the reasons were different than normal. She was trying to distance herself from Cale. Of course, that distance only amounted to forty feet, but it was an improvement from the bed.
She had no animosity toward Cale, it was all self-hatred. She was angry she let him back in her life. Angry at how vulnerable she felt the previous night. Angry at how good Cale made her feel. Actually, that last thought did make her angry toward Cale, but it