Let's find out.

"So how do I do it? Do I just look away and forget you?" she asked.

He sighed. "God, I hate giving this up but I know I'm gonna have to sooner or later. We're talking so just glancing away won't do it. One of has to leave or something has to distract you." He stood and smiled sadly. "God, Becky, it's so good to talk to you. I miss you so much, babe."

"See you soon," she replied with a wink. He turned and walked away. She pulled out her phone to check the time.

Good lord, she had lost almost an hour! She glanced around and noticed that there were a few new faces in the coffeeshop. When had they arrived? Had she fallen asleep?

"Hello," said a strangely familiar voice. A striking man of about 30 pulled out a chair. "May I sit with you?"

She blinked and was suddenly on her couch. She looked around in confusion. There was a strange man sitting next to her with a worried look on his face. On her TV, the opening credits of an old comedy were scrolling across the screen.

"Becky?" he asked with concern. "Did you forget?"

"Forget what? Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" she demanded. "And how do you know my name?"

He sighed and put his head in his hands. Becky pulled out her phone to dial 911, but before she could finish dialing she was overtaken by a dizzying confusion. She looked up and saw a strange man in her bed. They were in her bedroom? She yelped when she looked down and saw lingerie on herself. "What- what the fuck? Who are you? How did you get in here?"

The man looked crestfallen. "Oh, god damnit. We were so close..."

"Close to what?" she asked. "Were you gonna- oh God, did you **** me?" The whole situation was so overwhelming that Becky just closed her eyes and focused on her breathing.

She was breathing fast and hard. There was an immense pressure on top of her and suddenly she felt something slam into her and Becky realized she was having sex. She opened her eyes to see a handsome stranger on top of her. His hand was on her tit and he was thrusting into her.

"Who the fuck are- ohhh, oh fuck me! Oh my God, that feels incredible!"

His other hand had snaked down and had deftly found her cleft. As his thumb gently circled her clit, Becky sucked in air. He looked at her with a strange intensity that made her a little nervous. "Sam," he said through clenched teeth as he rammed into her again.

"Sam..." she moaned, not knowing who that was.

"Look -unh, look at me. I'm Sam." He said emphatically.

"You're Sam," she moaned. She closed her eyes and tilted back her neck as she spoke. She couldn't think straight but didn't care as long as he kept doing what he was doing.

"Open your eyes," said a commanding voice and she did as she was told. The man underneath her was glistening with sweat and his piercing brown eyes were trained on her. "What's my name?" he asked.

"How the hell should I know?" she said. "I don't even-"

"What is my name," he repeated. This time it was more of a command than a question. He punctuated it with a sharp thrust, almost hitting her cervix.

"I don't- oh God, I don't fucking know! You could be anyone! You could be Sam or John or Harry or-"

He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed his entire body upwards, lifting her off the bed. Her sentence ended in a surprised grunt of pleasure and she realized she was close to cumming.

"Sam." he said emphatically. "I'm Sam. Look at me. Say it."

She stared at the man underneath her with lust. "Sam," she said thickly. He pistoned into her again and that old familiar feeling crept into her just below her stomach.

"Sam," she said emphatically, never breaking eye contact with the man. He softly rubbed her left nipple and she felt his member twitch inside her. "Sam!" she pleaded, as if saying his name would bring her to completion.

"Sam, Sam, Sam, don't stop, oh fuck Sam I'm about to-" she was cut off as she felt an immense release ripple outward from between her legs, locking all of her limbs in taut suspension and flooding her brain with endorphins. Sam grabbed both sides of her head and brought his face to hers. They were inches apart and he filled her vision like a supernova. "Sam!" she shrieked into his face, and collapsed forward onto his chest, panting wildly.