"Will we can't do this," she said, although she herself didn't even believe it because there they were, at four in the morning…doing it.
"Shh," he told her, "it's okay Karen," and Karen believed him. She pulled his head down back to her mouth to keep her from talking. She backed Will up and they stumbled along the walls of the hallway until they made it into Will's room. Karen threw her bra onto the floor since it was already unhooked and she took her shirt off.
Will had only done this with a woman once before but it didn't matter, he wanted Karen…badly, more than he wanted anyone before, man or woman. Karen wanted him too, she felt it deep within her bones, a feeling she had never gotten with Stanley.
Karen claimed to love Stan, but maybe that was only because she didn't know what love was, not until now. Love was not having to be afraid that after sex you were going to get beaten black and blue, love was not suffering through a painful marriage for prada, love was simple dynamics, it was friendship.
Karen came to Will and took his shirt off. They fell back onto the bed and Will slid up to the head and Karen climbed on top of him. Will was intoxicated by her dominance, her intensity, Stan was insane to hurt that woman, she was amazing.
Karen bit Will's lip and he inhaled sharply. Her soft hands undid Will's pants and she slid them down along with his boxer briefs. She ran her tongue down his torso and put her mouth where he wanted it, but he soon pulled her up and flipped her around and got on top of her and removed her pants as well and slid himself into her.
Karen whimpered and stuffed her fist on her mouth to muffle her moaning. She felt great being with someone new, someone handsome and she wanted to please him best she could.
Karen fell asleep in Will's arms. Pretty soon Karen's eyes fluttered open and the room was flooded with sunlight. She stood up and wrapped the deep red bed sheet around her. She walked into the house, Will wasn't in the living room or kitchen. She walked out onto the balcony and he was smoking, she lit a cigarette off of his and he smiled. "Good morning," he said.
Karen remained silent and sat on the ledge and crossed her legs. They didn't hear Grace enter, but she said, "Will? Are you home?" But there they were on the balcony, Karen naked underneath a sheet and smoking with Will.
Grace opened the door to the balcony, "Hi Will," she said, and then she put the pieces together. "Hi…Karen? Will are you smoking? What the hell's going on?"