Wilbert and you are friends...well, with benefits. You're both in that secrecy for a quite long time now.

He is sat on the bed, shielding himself with his arms. You are hitting him. You're mad because Wilbert....did not take it out. And he didn't use any protection.

"Ouch! Hey, stop!" he complained.

You are worrying. What if he gets you pregnant?

"Come on! Stop! I'm sorry, okay?" he muttered that made you stop.

"Dad set me up with a girl. I don't want her," he sighed. "Help me."