Stephanie sat at her dining table across from Paul, "do you have a washing machine?" He abruptly asked, "I have my bag in my car and I was wondering if I could wash them here instead of going home." He smiled.

"What are you saying?" She took a drink of water, "are you asking me if you can stay the night?"

"You're talking to me like I'm your daughter and I want to spend the night at my best friend's house." He wiped his face with a paper towel, "but, if it's alright with you, staying the night sounds fun."

"Okay, well the washer is out on the deck. When you walk out there, open the door on the right. The washer's on the bottom, dryer's on top." She couldn't remember the last time she had a guy sleep over, "so where are you gonna sleep?"

He seemed surprised, "um, I don't know. Where am I gonna sleep? The floor?" He put his napkin on the plate and pushed it away, "there's only one bedroom in this place?"

"Well no, there's two, but they're both my bedrooms, one has my bed, and the other, is my nice, spacious walk-in closet. There's nothing but clothes and shoes and all my accessories and stuff."

"Well, I guess I'm sleeping on the couch, or the floor somewhere." He got up and grabbed his keys off the counter, "I'll go get my stuff out of my car."

"What, you aren't even gonna ask for half of my king-sized bed?" She stood up and put their dishes into the sink, "if you asked, I would of considered it maybe."

"How about I ask when I come back." He kissed her cheek, pushing their bodies together, "I'll be back quick." He smiled and opened the front door.

"What the hell am I doing? Why the hell was I so nervous all the times we went out, and then he shows up at my house with all this food and it's almost like I'm ready to fuck him right here on the damn table." She turned the water on and started to wash their plates. She continued to bash herself until he knocked on the door, "is that you?"

"Yeah." Paul's voice responded, "I had something in the car for you." She opened the door and gasped at the huge bouquet of bright colored flowers, "I was gonna have them in here when you came home, but I forgot. I'm surprised they didn't die in the car."

"You're so sweet Paul." She took the flowers and placed them on the counter, "and I have the perfect vase for them, that I never get to use." She started to cut the plastic around them when he wrapped his arms around her waist, "what?"

"You know what." He put his lips to her neck, "where's your bedroom at?" He asked, the sound of want in his voice, "you know, the whole time I was in Montana, sleeping on the little less-than-twin sized cot, I was thinking about you." His lips never left her skin, every word he said turned her on more and more, "were you thinking about me?"

"The sad part is, I don't stop thinking about you. No matter what I try to think about, it always ends back with you." She put her hands over his on her stomach, "my bedroom's the one on the right."

"You want to go there?" He whispered in her ear, "come on, let's go." He was surprised when she turned around, put her hands on his cheeks and held their lips together.

"Yeah, if you can carry me there, I don' think I can walk and kiss you at the same time." Before she could say anything else, she was swept off her feet into the arms of her man. When he laid her out on her bed, a swarm of thoughts came to mind. What was she doing? She barely knew him, but at the same time he wasn't a stranger, she did in fact kinda know him, from eating dinner three times, that was pretty much it.

"Wait, hold on, I didn't think of this. I don't have anything." He was kneeling above her in his boxers and a tank-top, "I don't have a rubber, I mean, condom, we can't."

"Why not?" She whined, breathless, "you don't keep one like, in your wallet, or in your car or something?" She sat up, "so what."

"Well, um, are you on the pill?" He asked, frustrated, "I mean, if you are, you trust me, right, as long as you're on something."

"Yeah, yeah I'm on the pill, I trust you." She didn't even have to think twice about lying to him, it was pre-meditated, she knew if she slept with him, it could get her somewhere with him later, she just didn't really think about where it would get her, "I don't know what it is, I want you so bad."

"Me too." He replied, unhooking her bra, "it's been so long, I haven't had the time for this in like, forever." He took his shirt off and leaned down to kiss her again.

She let out a sigh of relief when he was finally inside her, "go slower." She whimpered a little at a small twinge of pain, but soon enough, he was already in a steady rhythm. It hurt a little, only cause it had been so long, but on the other hand, she couldn't get over the fact of how good he felt between her legs.

Amidst her cries and lusty moans, she thought about what was happening. Occasionally he would kiss her neck, or her cheeks, but he kept his focus on her lips, it was almost like he could tell when it felt a little uncomfortable, and he'd fix what he was doing. He started to whisper little things in her ear, about how much he liked her, and how good it felt, then he told her to say something if she didn't like it, "no it's fine, don't stop." She whined back to his ear.

As they began to reach their end, he started to pick up the pace a little. Her already slightly loud whimpers became more and more audible. She noticed her nails start to dig into his upper back and neck. Her legs felt weak, and Paul, who was silent in the beginning, was now grunting louder with each thrust. The feeling in the pit of her stomach was intolerable and she was about to let out the most overbearing scream when as she opened her mouth, she felt Paul's lips on hers and she tried to contain her cry, "oh God." She panted when he held himself up.

"What?" He smiled, "was it that bad?" He got his answer with another deep kiss, "or maybe not." He began to start all over again, "none of us have work tomorrow, which means, we can stay up as long as we need to."

She was speechless, he was the most amazing man she'd ever been with, and after all that, he wanted more, "okay, just let me catch my breath first." She held her hand to her chest.

"Why? Why catch your breath if I'm just gonna make you breathless again? He put his hand on her hip and kissed her neck, "it's been that long for you too huh?"

She couldn't answer, just nod in the dark, still clutching her chest and breathing like she'd just ran a marathon.