A moment of clarity and truth.

Slowly getting your breath you stare down at the most gorgeous and desirable women you have ever known. Of course you have been with other women, but never someone as passionate, playful, intelligent and sexy, as Samantha. Normally you wouldn't have sex on the first date, let alone after meeting someone for the first time, it's just not your style. You might be very progressive on social issues, but in practice you are very traditional when it comes to your own sexuality. Yet looking down at the half naked beauty beneath who is staring up at you with those soft warm hazel eyes full of longing, it all feels just so natural, so right.

For a moment, clarity of mind out weighs your desires. You think of your campaign, and also her's, how this one night could ruin them both. You think of all the people who are counting on you. You think of how radically different she is from you in beliefs, and how it would probably never work out. Finally, you remember her last words, “We really shouldn't do this,” and that now you have her pinned to the floor all alone in your house.

With a resigned breath you let go of Samantha's wrists and begin to straighten up. “Sorry” you say with resolve, “for taking advantage of the situation.”

Sensing your thoughts Samantha reaches up and lightly brushes the side of your head with her hand. Looking at you with swimming eyes, she gently says in a voice full of affection, “It's okay John, I really want this. I really want you.” She kisses you softly, but passionately, as her breasts push against your chest. Your lips only partially respond as you internally war with yourself.

Kissing across your right cheek you feel the warmth of her breath, the fresh fragrance of her hair, as she whispers into your ear, “Take me to your bed, make love to me.”

When you still hesitate again, Samantha moves her face in front of yours. Her fingers gently trace across your cheek, chin and lips, as her eyes intently examine every feature of your face. Finally running her hands through your hair she stares deeply into your eyes with a wondrous mixture of longing, desire, pleading and contentment. Her full red lips in a sultry voice whispers but one word . . .

“Please.”

That one word does more to sway you then anything she could have said or done. Even though you have known Samantha Kenderick for but a day, you're assured that this is a word she hardly very utters, especially in this kind of situation.

Surrendering to her, you passionately return Samantha's kiss. With her still in your embrace you stand, gently cradling Samantha in your arms. Silently, with your eyes fixed on each other, you walk up the stairs carrying your lover to your bed.