After flying in, I was tired. I had a nice seafood dinner in the hotel, and, unusually for me, decided to have drinks in the hotel bar. I was at a tab...e, and happened to look up at the bar.On a barstool, face turned away from me, was a woman with a wonderful pair of legs, revealed by a short-skirted business suit. When she turned, and I saw her face, I gasped. “Becky?” She spun around.“Oh, my God. It’s been a couple of years, but I didn’t forget. I hated it when I lost your number. Let me. ” I don’t think I realized until I heard myself say it aloud, but apart from the color, and the French Gothic embellishments, the chapel was a near duplicate of the seaside chapel where my oldest brother got married. I was thirteen. It was my first time as a bridesmaid instead of the flower girl. “The States?” he asked. “In Nags Head.” “Is your family still there?” “More or less,” I shrugged uncomfortably, “The east coast, anyways. Most of them.” “What brought you to Montreal?” “School,”. I want to feel you come inside me.” “Seriously?” Mike asked, obviously excited about the prospect. “Mmm hmm.” “No chick has ever let me do that before,” Mike said. “Me either,” Ron agreed. “Mmm – I get to be your first. I like that.” Helen lay back and parted her legs, wincing a little as she parted the sticky curls surrounding her sex. “Am I split? Bleeding?” Ron and Mike both looked, and Mike answered, “No. It’s really red though.” “There’s some lube in that drawer over there,” Helen said. Getting to know that she, too, watched adult movies gave me a flicker of hope. I was hoping that maybe there was a chance when I could get her. One evening. When I was going for a bath. I found Sakina sweeping the floor of the rear side of the house.Since everyone was busy, I took a chance and asked her to fetch some hot water from the kitchen. She got me hot water and left it in the bathroom. When she came out, I asked her to help me to soap my back. Shying away, she said, “No.” I took her.