**Friday Night Affair**
“I can’t be arsed walking home,” she said, stood at the top of the stairs.
“Well, you can stay,” I responded. “I don’t know if the spare room is done up. You can stay in my bed.”
I walked up the stairs and she turned. Her loose dress showed off her perfect figure. She had the most incredible curves and gorgeous thighs. She reached for the door handle to my bedroom and let herself in, and I followed her. I stepped around her and shut the door. The room spun in my drunkenness as I took my shirt off and threw it down.
“I’ll need a T-shirt to sleep in,” she said. I picked up the first T-shirt I saw, medium length and black, and handed it to her. She dropped it on the bed and dropped her dress. She adjusted her hair and the image stuck with me. I had the perfect view. She wore lacy underwear and a red bra. Her huge ass was alluring, and the visible crack between the cheeks made my heart race. It was happening.