It's the bride-to-be...

I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the door. Peeking through the door's eyehole, I was surprised to see Michelle in the hall. I opened the door wide enough to stick my head out.

"Hey, Michelle, What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting ready for the wedding?"

"Could you just let me in," she asked as she glanced nervously down the hotel hallway. "I really need to talk to you..."

"I just got out of the shower..."

Michelle gave me an irritated looked and pushed the door open. "There's nothing in here I haven't seen before," she said, entering the room and glancing at the towel around my waist. "All squeaky clean?"

I was annoyed by her intruding into my room, but as I looked Michelle over, I felt my dick plump up. She was wearing a tight low cut light purple sweater and a pair of khaki slacks that hugged her ass. I just wanted to get rid of her before a full-fledged erection tented my towel. "What did you need, Michelle?"

"It's about Matt," she said, giving me a doe-eyed innocent look. She stopped there and began to look at her feet.

"Well," I said, "What about him?"

"Well, he... he's..." she was having trouble spitting it out until she saw the irritated look on my face. "He can't make me cum..."

"What!?"

"Matt can't get me to orgasm," she said again flatly.

I was shocked that she was telling me this, but I was also surprised by what she had said. While we were dating, Michelle had always cum, sometimes repeatedly, whenever we had sex. The thought of her sweaty writhing body caused my already hard cock to start pushing up at my towel.

"Michelle, why are you telling me this?"