Later he remembers joking with his friends about this and that she overheard part of it and seemed quite upset. "Ah well," he thinks as he stands up,...putting it behind him, however just as his feet hit the floor, he loses his balance, and falls back down sitting on the bed again. He feels heavier, and uncoordinated; almost as though he has lead weights in his pockets but being naked that explanation doesn't quite work. Once again he sets it aside as probably just the effects of some sort of. . average. But standing there dressed like she was, with her long black hair unbrushed and falling in a wild mane around her face, she seemed anything but average.We were dancing together, but not really dancing, just kind of moving close. I was wearing that same red t-shirt I'd worn all day, and I'd put my hipsters back on, soft sort of imitation suede pants that stretched around my hips, really clinging tight to my body. They showed off my ass nice, I thought, and my long legs."Hey, do you. It wasn’t that far from my compact one bedroom flat to my parents’ house, so instead of driving and leaving my car in front of their place, I got my pushbike out and pedalled through the quiet streets. Mum and dad have always been early risers and Becky was sitting with them at the kitchen table sipping tea when I arrived.She is almost three years older than me and she is very attractive, in an adult way. Her long hair is currently mostly blonde, but the colour is not quite the right shade for. I was going to fuck her the minute we got in the hotel room, then again at bedtime and in the morning. We hadn’t discussed anything, but it was an unspoken certainty. She wanted our little relationship as much as I did.At the hotel she sat down discreetly while I checked in, putting her down as my wife. It was one of those sterile, very functional hotels with no personality and a dead sound in the corridor.As soon as the door closed behind us we were in each other’s arms and I was slipping her.