LAST CUBA LIBRE

LEO

I lean back and watch the xenon headlights of an Audi A3 cross the windscreen, while Jessica gets on with it making sucking noises with her mouth that really get me going. Then she pulls up her dress, takes off her thong and throws it in the air with a drunken giggle. I pull the lever to lower the back of the passenger seat, take off my boxers and my jeans, rummage in my wallet for a condom and slip it on. In the meantime Jessica has got into doggy position and is whispering 'Fuck me!' in a way that suggests she would be great at dubbing porno films. I touch her with one finger to make sure she is wet enough and realise that she is not just wet, she's dripping, so I climb over the gear lever and shaft her without more ado. I'm not really hard though. Too much to drink. So I close my eyes and imagine it's the pole dancer under me. That works and I start giving great thrusts making our bodies slap against each other, while Jessica leans down and puts her face against the seat keeping her legs bent and her arse in the air, moaning softly. Suddenly she tries to turn round, but I grab her hips firmly to let her know that she has to remain in this position. I don't want to see her face. It's the pole dancer, not Jessica, moaning under me. It's the pole dancer, not Jessica that reaches back to stroke my balls while I shaft her. It's the pole dancer moaning, "More! More!"Jessica moans louder and I can't hold back, I come, grasping her hips and pushing into her as hard as I can, when I suddenly hear a snapping noise like a rubber band breaking. I realise that there is something different in the sensation of moving insider her and I already know what has happened because I've felt it before. So I stop and pull out slowly. The condom has burst and my prick is half in and half out of the rubber sheath and its all messed up with my sperm."Fuck!""What's the matter?" asks Jessica without changing position."I think the condom burst.""Did you come?!"I'm afraid so.""Fuck!""I already said that."Jessica turns round and sits on the seat frowning."Are you in the fertile period?" I ask."How the hell do I know?""These fucking rubbers!" I exclaim. "I've told you time and again that it would be better if you went on the pill!""Then I'd be covered in cellulite and I'd look like hell." says Jessica."So you'd rather be pregnant?""Of course!" she says laughing. She's still drunk."Aaahh!" I exclaim furiously. Then I put my jeans and shoes on, I open the door and throw out the burst condom, just as a gay couple walk past the 147. They both look at the condom disgustedly. I light up a Malboro Light."Would you mind closing the fucking door?" asks Jessica, annoyed.I don't listen to her. She gets dressed again, pulls up the seat back and glares at me, she's livid."You are so boring," she says. "You worry about everything." "Well, let's hear..." I say angrily. "How do you intend to deal with the situation?""Simple. I'll ask the gynaecologist if this is my fertile period. If it is, I'll just take the day after pill.""Ah." I say."It wasn't so difficult, was it?" she says, sarcastically.I don't answer her and I pull on my cigarette blowing the smoke into the freezing November air. Then I shrug and put a CD by Depeche Mode into the 147's CD player and go directly to Enjoy the Silence and I ask Jessica, "Do you want a cigarette?""It might hurt the baby," she says caustically.I'm not laughing. I give another pull and glare at her."If it's a girl we'll call her Demetra," says Jessica. What if it's a boy? What do you want to call it, if it's a boy?""Alan," I answer. "We'll call him Alan."