I don’t know when it was, but I’d been asleep, and then suddenly my eyes were open in pitch darkness and someone’s hand was over my mouth. So I swung my arm out of the covers, fist clenched, the start of a fight reflex, except that I hit female skin. Just under a pleasantly plump breast.
It was Lisa, not wearing red jeans. Or a t-shirt. I didn’t think I’d been especially charming that evening, but I asked no questions. We’d rolled into the bed and under the blankets, and she grappled me while I reached for the bedside table and shook out a condom from my wallet.
When that was sorted, we kissed, trying different angles, until I pushed her down onto her back. She’d opened her legs when she felt my cock touch her, and made a small, encouraging noise in my ear.
She’d shuddered several times, silently but powerfully, so I felt I’d done well by her.
Eventually I came in her, holding back my usual uncouth racket, and lay on my side with my arms around the daughter of the house, her ass conveniently placed if I happened to awake more or less recovered. I was fond of Lisa by then. I fell asleep.
Some time in the coldest and darkest time of morning, I was woken by the door’s careful closing. I was alone.