May I direct your attention to defense exhibit A?

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way,” you say with a grin, standing up. Quickly unbuttoning the fly of your blue jeans, you push the denim trousers down and off your hips.

“My God!” Theresa gasps, blushing deep red. “Oh. My. God.”

“Well?” you arch an eyebrow.

“I’m still not sure if you think I’m beautiful,” she says, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “But I do think you’d like to fuck me.”

“Any guy would like to fuck you,” you admit. “But I’m not just any guy.”

“Oh?” Paul’s sister says, tilting her head haughtily, her dark eyes following your swaying rod.. “And just who are you?

“I’m Simon,” you say with a laugh and a thrust of your hips.

“Well then,” the redhead says with a lick of her lips, “Simon. Are you just going to stand there or are you going fuck me silly with that length of meat that’s supposed to be your manhood?”

“Supposed to be?”

“It’s more like a log than a dick,” she shrugs, jiggling her pert breasts.

“And how would you know?” you ask. “Tell me the truth.”

“The Internet, silly. I’m not a slut,” Theresa sniffs.

“But you want me to fuck you silly?”

“What do you think I’m really up here for? My boyfriend back home fucked around on me, so I came up here to show him up. What’s it to you? Now,” the young woman says, whipping the light blue sheet clear of her body and spreading her legs, “Are you going to bust my cherry like a man or what?”

“Oh my God!” you hear Paul burst out behind you, followed by the slam of the door closing.

“Oh, shit!” Theresa curses, diving for the sheet on the floor as you turn to face your friend, smiling sheepishly.