Sadly not

Sometimes I hated being a decent guy. Still, I wasn't a saint. She was far too hot and I had to do something. I got my pants off and deliberated, then sat on the edge of the bed beside her and reached around to cup one of her lovely soft tits with one hand and proceeded to beat myself off with the other.

It was the best I could do really, and even as I came, I regretted my decency, What I would have liked to do was climb on board this **** beauty and fuck her hard and fast, then deal with the consequences in the morning, but no, and with a sad sigh, I released her breast and reached for the box of kleenex that always sits handily beside my bed.

Afterwards, I was a little curious, so I had a rummage in her purse. Her driving license named her as Shelly and confirmed her age as 19. Oh well, good night Shelly, I thought and tucked the quilt around her and turned off the light.

I cleaned up a little in the kitchen before taking up a spot on the sofa and giving way to sleep myself, still kicking myself for not taking advantage of fortune when it occurred. I appeared to have looked a gift horse in the ass.