Marcus

Marcus couldn’t figure out how to put the condom on right. He unfurled the whole thing and then realized that no matter how much he stretched out the base of the latex, it was going to kill as he tried to put it on. This was the only condom present in Jeanne’s dorm room at the moment.
“We don’t have to do it,” Jeanne said, “We can just do a few other things.” Then she kissed him.
Marcus was just months away from his 21st birthday. He was not a virgin, but he could count his sexual encounters on one hand. Each time he had managed to get into bed naked with a girl, it would be the last time for that girl. This was not due to any deficiencies on Marcus’s part, but by his unwillingness to ever talk to anybody he had been intimate with after the fact.
He was a college student and he made good grades and he had a good internship with Touch & Go. He was acutely aware that everything which was presently solid in his life was nothing which was going to last. He was only going to be with Touch & Go through the summer, and they were not going to offer him any paying positions. He might have been able to handle the business end of a major-indie record label, but he would never possess the musical talent or the rapport with musicians necessary to become a player in the field. The problem was that he always thought he knew more than whoever was giving him orders. This led to a lot of talk about insubordination and smartass-edness. How Marcus never talked about anything that was actually relevant. How he was incredibly selfish, and somehow nobody would call him out on it. How his internship was limited to six months for a reason.
After the semi-sex, Jeanne and Marcus said little, kissed again, and tried to fall asleep.
In the morning, Marcus was the first one up, and showering. Jeanne was still asleep when he got out. He wrote her a note before he went home:

“Thanks for everything, it was a great night, (sorry for my incompetence!), you’re an incredible girl, have a nice day. –M “