Fiasco

“Ava” is a new girl at Joyce’s. She’s a brunette in her early 20’s whose goth look makes her resemble the girl on NCIS. She met me in the parlor in black lingerie and stockings that nicely contrasted with her pale skin. After some brief pleasantries, we adjourned to the bedroom. Betraying a little nervousness, she quickly went to work, sliding a condom on me and beginning a blowjob. (She noted that the condom was banana flavored.) Then she climbed on top and started riding me reverse cowgirl for a few minutes. As she rolled over on the bed, the rubber slipped off, but she absentmindedly moved to slide me inside of her.

“Aren’t we going to use a condom?” I interjected.

“Oh. Yeah.”

She didn’t have another condom in the room, so she slipped on her lingerie and went out to retrieve one. I waited. And waited. And waited. I wondered if she had to go to the store. Finally she returned to the bedroom with a new condom. I had gone limp waiting for her. She stroked my soft cock to reanimate it.

I couldn’t get hard again.

This hadn’t happened before. I’ve never had a problem getting it up. But now I was completely flaccid. Ava continued to stroke me, but no response. I strained to produce an erection, but I couldn’t will it into being. She grew distressed. “I’m sorry. I guess you don’t like me,” she said sadly. I reassured her it wasn’t her. I finally gave up. As we got dressed, she continued to apologize. I felt bad for her. As she walked me out, she gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. I left feeling embarrassed. It was, as Stendhal put it, a fiasco.