CHAELISA One-shots

Condoms

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“No, Sorn! I’m already on my way home! I’m like a block away!” Lisa let out a heavy sigh, which was easily picked up by the Bluetooth ear-piece she was wearing. After a long day of school and work, Lisa was all ready to go home and climb in to bed. Her big sister, Sorn, had other plans.

“Exactly, you’re already driving! C’mon Lisa!” Sorn whined down the other end of the line. “It’s one stop, it’ll only take five minutes!”

“You know I hate buying those things!” Lisa huffed in reply, but Sorn could hear the defeat in her voice. Despite her protests, Lisa would do just about anything for her sister.

“Condoms.” Sorn cracked up. “You can say the word you know.” The older sibling could imagine the look of disgust on her little sister’s face. She knew Lisa was easily embarrassed by that kind of thing. Hell, she hadn’t even been able to go the chemist and buy her own tampons until she was almost nineteen.

“I hate you.” Lisa grumbled back, though she was already turning in to park outside of an all-night pharmacy.

“No you don’t.” Sorn sounded smug. “Hurry back, I’m going out soon!”

With that, she hung up. Leaving Lisa to carry on grumbling under her breath. “Love you too, Sis.” She pushed the door open with more force than was strictly necessary, setting off a little silver bell. An elderly black lady smiled at her from behind the counter. She had the look of a wizened old grandma, and Lisa instantly felt a flood of guilt. Awkwardly returning the smile, she quickly put her head down and shuffled off to find the prophylactics.

Things only went downhill from there. Lisa was stood in front of a large display of condoms, utterly clueless as to which ones to get. Being a lesbian, the college student had never really had to contemplate the conundrum of condoms. There were big ones, small ones, ribbed, flavored; there were even some that claimed to glow in the dark. Lisa picked a pack of those up, and began scrutinizing the box.

“Good choice.” Lisa almost dropped them as a voice sounded from the other end of the small aisle. A blonde girl was offering her a knowing smile, and Lisa felt her cheeks instantly reddening. She had never been known for her social skills, or handling her embarrassment very well, so Lisa ended up scowling back at the girl. The blonde shrugged. Seeming to take the hint, she went back to reading the magazine she’d picked up from the rack.

Lisa replaced the box of luminous condoms on the shelf and pulled out her phone. Already mortified enough, she chose against calling her sister and sent her a quick text instead, ‘What kind???’.

Sorn always had her phone on her. She was a stickler for texting back promptly; except for that night apparently.

Lisa was left standing in front of the - surprisingly large - display of condoms and lubes, gawking at the various brands like a fish out of water. To make matters worse, the woman behind the counter had started to glance at her in the security mirrors mounted to the wall, and the blonde kept slipping her sly looks. Feeling her embarrassment growing with each passing second, she finally threw in the towel and just picked up a random selection of sizes, flavors and thickness.

Sorn would probably end up making some sort of joke about just how much sex Lisa thought she got, but her sister’s lame jokes were bearable in comparison to being stared at by strangers.

Lisa huddled the boxes and packets against her chest and put her head down again as she made for the counter. She’d barely gone ten steps when she knocked in to someone; the blonde who had been standing at the magazine rack.

Lisa had been in such a rush, and had been carrying so much, that her intended purchases went flying everywhere. Condoms began raining down around her and the highly amused blonde. Lisa’s blush deepened as she stammered, “They’re not for me! I don’t… I don’t use them! I mean, I don’t go around having unprotected sex. Not with men. I’M GAY!”