Oh you feel good ... I can make it better."I tensed. I had no doubt about that ... just his hands on me did all kinds of things, made me hot, made me ...et made me want him but he was Becca's lover not mine. I tried to move away from him."Michael why are you in my bed?"He sighed."I think it's obvious I ... I came here to fuck you..."I just looked at him and damn, I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. But this wasn't about her ... no ... it was about Becca and what he thought I'd done."No. Suddenly I asked how about boyfriend do you have one?How will you spend your time in weekend? She said no I don’t have one to which I was just kidding her saying. I don’t believe you being such a beautiful, sexy girl you don’t have one and I doubt on you. She became shy and just was watching how I was cooking asked if she can use toilet. I showed her the way. I came back to kitchen and was just seeing magi if it’s completed. She just came behind and asked for towel before.I speak she just. I sent hi and after a day or two, the reply came. After a brief formal introduction, somehow we decided to talk and carry forward. So days went on and we used to regularly chat. She was 25, recently broken up with an ex, having a very good job and was extremely presentable. We exchanged numbers and started chatting regularly on WhatsApp and on phone calls. In the mean time, I often used to praise her beauty in sexual and nonsexual ways. She used to appreciate and blush.We became intimate and I. And she felt mostly pleased. She wanted to look good for him. And she was almost sure she did. She was slim, athletic, but not skinny. Living at altitude helped, but so did an active lifestyle. She looked at her breasts. Yes, they were slightly lower than they used to be, but still full and round. Ah well. The steam interrupted her ritualistic scrutiny. She stepped behind the fogged glass of the shower stall and flinched at the hot water. She adjusted the dial. Her body tingled in waves as hot.