Author's Note: This chapter has strong sexual content.

Also, if you recognize the song lyrics, it's from Mariah Carey's Your Girl.

Vera...

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In Trish's room, there was plenty of grunting and sweating going on.

"No, I said left foot on the red circle!" Jen laughed as she sat on Randy's lap. They were watching John and Trish have a half-assed attempt at Twister. John was playfully changing up his position so he would be either on top or underneath Trish. Every once in awhile, John would make a comment that would make Trish loose her footing and lo and behold…she would fall on top of him.

"You just want to feel my ass, don't you?" Trish laughed at John.

"Is that a rhetorical question or do you really want an answer?" John smiled.

"Whoa!" Trish lost her footing again and fell on her back, bringing John down with her. He fell in between her thighs and they were both laughing.

"Trish, if you wanted me to sleep with you, all you had to do was ask!" John laughed.

"Well…" Her voice trailed off.

John looked down at his potential girlfriend. "Well, what?"

"Well, don't you want to?" Trish asked.

"And yes, I think that is our cue to go to bed now, Randy." Jen grabbed his hand.

"Oh hell no, I want to see this porn!" Randy became more comfortable on the couch.

"Let's go!" Jen yanked Randy off the couch and led him into her bedroom.

Realizing that they were alone and she opened her mouth too quickly, Trish had to come up with something to diffuse the tension. "Hey, do you want to listen to a song from my new album?"

John sat up. "Sure. What's it called?"

"It's called Your Girl." Trish then had an idea as she looked over to the dining room table. "Come with me." She got up and took John's hand. She led him to the dining room table. Trish then went to the stereo and popped in a CD. She began to move softly to the music as she hummed the melody. She climbed on top of the dining room table. She was climbing towards John as she mouthed the words to him.

See, I used to be so shy
Sit at home and fantasize
(I should be your girl)
But I ain't wastin' no more time
Cause I've got to make you mine

Trish then flipped over onto her back as she arched off the table. She lifted her legs over her head and spread them in the air, which caused John to leap out of his chair. She never lost her focus from John's eyes, which were bulging out of his sockets due to Trish's impromptu performance.

As Trish continued to mouth the lyrics to John, she was slowly stripping off her clothing. And John was fully paying attention to what Trish had to say—and what she had to offer.

I'm gonna make you want to
Get with me tonight
I'm gonna put those naughty
Thoughts into your mind
I'm gonna show you clearly
I can rock your world
You're gonna know for sure
That I should be your girl

First, a button came undone and then two. Soon, Trish was fully exposed wearing a barely-holding up demi bra. Then top button of her jeans came undone and she beckoned John to come closer so he can unzip her. Trish continued to mouth the lyrics to John as she hurriedly removed his belt buckle.

See I used to be afraid
But now baby I can't wait
(I should be your girl...)
I just gotta have your love
And enough's enough's enough

John wasted no time in unzipping Trish and pulling her jeans off her so that she was only in her bra and thong. Trish scooted closer to the edge of the table and wrapped her legs around John's waist. She ripped open his jersey, and ran her fingers over his hard pectorals.

"You're right, Trish. Enough's enough's enough." John said as he lifted Trish off the table and carried her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

From the other end of the hotel suite, Jen and Randy were looking in on the action. "Hey, can you do that?" Randy said suggestively.

Jen shot Randy a disapproving look. "In your dreams." She then closed their bedroom door.

Meanwhile, back in Trish's bedroom…..

John and Trish were all over each other as they collapsed on the bed. John pulled down his jeans and since he never wore any underwear, he was ready to go. Trish found herself staring at John's package, admiring his thick girth and generous length. Kinda like Dave's. Trish then shook her head quickly to get her thoughts clear and focused on John, who was obviously noticing.

"What's wrong, Trish? Do you want to go forward?" He asked.

"Oh yes." Trish nodded as she removed her bra and thong. "I just can't believe that you're a big boy."

John pulled out a condom from his jeans pocket. "Just making sure." He then opened the condom and rolled over his stiff member.

Trish, feeling herself getting hotter by the second, quickly jumped on John and straddled his waist. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he guided himself inside her. His large hands were tightly gripping her cheeks as he slowly began thrusting inside her. Trish was playing with John's tongue as she tried to contain her screams. John gave Trish passionate strokes as she rode his cock perfectly.

Stopping for a brief moment, John walked over to the bed, while still holding tightly onto Trish's cheeks. He then fell back onto the bed as Trish sat on top of him. She closed her eyes as she pumped his shaft with her hot sex, riding him slowly at first, but moving quicker shortly after. Trish screamed in pleasure, leaning backwards to increase the friction.

"Oh God, yes! Yes, John! Yes!' Trish moaned as she felt waves of an orgasm wash over her body. She collapsed onto John's chest, breathing heavily. She nuzzled her mouth against his neck as she softly kissed him.

But John had other ideas in mind, he was just getting started. He turned Trish onto her back and he traced her lips with his tongue. He then pulled out of her as he took a nipple into his mouth to suckle on it. He then leaned down to kiss her navel and moved down below, staring at what he has been waiting for past the several days.

John spread Trish's thighs apart as he dived his tongue into her wet folds, circuling her nub with the tip of this tongue. An ex-girlfriend taught John how to perform cunnilingus and John was an active learner. He practiced writing the lower-case letters of the alphabet on Trish's clit. The reason for the lower-case is that there were more curves and Trish was loving every minute of it. Her body arched off the bed with every flick, suckle, and lick. She felt yet another orgasm approaching as her body began to shake.

"Oh God! John! I'm coming, I'm coming!" She screamed out again as John abruptly stopped licking and re-positioned himself on top of Trish.

"John, I don't know if I can…" Trish murmured.

"I'll be gentle, baby." John said as he entered Trish. She tightly gripped the sheets as he moved in and out of her. Just like Dave, John filled Trish completely and she couldn't get enough as she grinded her hips against him, wanting and needing more. Soon, John steadily moved inside Trish, riding her as sweat dripped off their bodies and their hands interlocked with each other.

Feeling his own strong release was approaching, John hastened his pace, holding onto Trish's waist as he kissed her fervently. Trish also felt yet another orgasm occurring and let go as her screams filled John's mouth and her walls milked his shaft. John moaned loudly as he finally came inside her.

John rolled off Trish and lay beside her, looking up at the ceiling. He had just won the title, elevated to the highest standing in his professional career and he had an amazing woman right next to him. He was definitely on top of the world.

He rolled over to face her. He cupped her face into his hand and caressed it. "I guess this means you're my girl, eh?" He smiled, remembering the song.

"I guess so." Trish smiled as she kissed him.

John rolled onto his back as Trish laid on his chest. She's had the one of the most incredible sexual experiences and she was confused at the same time. She was in love with a married man but she didn't want to let go of a great guy lying beside her.

What in the hell did I just get myself into?