“So we start all over again with more confusions,” I commented to her.

She looked at me and shook her head. “There are no more confusions.” She had made up her mind to go all the way with me no matter what.

I spoke in lowered tones, “This has been, and still is, a very long night.” Then we heard the first knock at the door.

I looked into Victoria’s eyes and put my index finger to my lips for silence.

“A lot of women want me tonight,” I whispered to her, “but it looks like you’re the one who gets me.” Then I kissed her lips.

I figured we would make love in silence while Rachel tried to break the peace.

“Hello,” Rachel called through the door after her knocks went unanswered.

“So I’m the lucky girl tonight?” Victoria mumbled through her smile. I went on to undress her in the silence of the dark room, and she undressed me.

“If you remember, you were here first,” I told her.

“Terrance, are you in there?” Rachel continued from the hallway.

Victoria and I stripped naked and fondled each other in the privacy of the room.

“Great body,” she whispered as she touched me.

“It better be. That’s what I make my living with,” I told her. “Yours ain’t bad either.”

Rachel got fed up at the door and stated, “If this motherfucker made me come all the way over here…”

I was quietly moving Victoria to the bed.

She asked me, “So, what if I had come ten minutes later?”

That was a tough question made easy. “You didn’t,” I told her. That’s all I planned to say about it. I reached for my condoms and joined her on the bed.

BOOMP, BOOMP, BOOMP!

I don’t know if it was the slow, silent, meticulous stroke, or the fact that another woman was locked outside the room, but the push in Victoria’s pussy was spectacular. I couldn’t keep a straight face. Every move sent a shock of enjoyment to my mug.

“Do you like it? I know I’m rather tight,” she commented.

That only made it feel better. I had to increase my stroke a touch while still being mindful of the bedsprings.

“Yeah,” I breathed into her face.

BOOM!

I ducked forward as if someone was shooting at me.

Rachel had kicked the damn door. “Fuckin’ coward! Damn asshole is plain scared of this pussy,” she spat through the door.

Victoria was caught between a smile and a grimace from my steady stroke.

Then she tried to talk. “She, she, she was…oh, oh, oh yes.”

“She was what?” I asked.

Victoria shook her head with an open mouth and no longer cared. Nor did I care anymore about the bedsprings. It was feeling too good up in there.

“Are you glad…you came back?” I asked her.

“Yeeaah,” she panted.

All of a sudden, her grip upon my lower back became more urgent. “Is it deep enough?” I asked her.