The New Girlfriend

The door closes to her apartment, and we’re kissing.

Drunk. And kissing.

My hands find her hips, and my hands pin her against the door. My hands find her ass and bring her forward, still kissing me her I don’t want to stop. She drops her purse at the front door and her arms wrap themselves against my neck. She kisses, her breathing is hard and fast, she moans.

I find her neck with my lips, then my teeth, then back to my lips. My cock is getting hard and my patience is getting thin. I spin her around, her hands are against the front door and her ass
Is rubbing against my cock. She fucking loves it. Such a good little slut.

I lift up her skirt and drop her purple thong to the floor. Her back arches and I know what to do. I grip my cock and find her cunt, and push myself into her.

That GASP she made nearly made cum. She moans against the door and I go to work. I thrust. My hands find her hips and I put her in position. I thrust harder. She spreads her hands up against the door and I thrust again. The door is jingling, and I thrust again. Her cunt is already wet and my cock throbs inside her.

The Woman in Room 1603

I shouldn’t be here.

The room number is the same as she wrote on the bar napkin, 1603. She’s behind that door, right? She gave me her room number. She.. She liked me, she was laughing the whole time we were at the bar. She sat next to me, drank with me for two hours, and said she was going to her room. But she did write her room number on a napkin and handed it to me before she left. And that look—that LOOK she gave me. I’m not, well, I do know she wanted… I don’t know.

And now I’m here. Outside her door—is it her door? It probably isn’t, this is dumb. I should go. Go to bed. Just go to bed.

Instead, I knock too loudly for this time of night. Idiot. Why the fuck did I do that? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Wait, no…

Footsteps. Footsteps coming to the door oh fuck someone is coming I should go—

The door opens. It’s actually her.