She leaned closer and behind a hand whispered something at my ear. I laughed. The Temptations launched into their next encore, crooning. Curve and dip to her shoulder and breast countered my shift on the red velvet couch to free up space. Instead, she claimed the lead.

Rapt face under tangles of hair, she delved into me, her fingers unhitching my belt. The zipper fell apart in halves.

"I hope you'll call home." Hands gathered back her hair. Her breasts lifted in the same motion and when they emerged from shadow, I saw tiny blue veins at the nipples and golden freckles across the heavy cleavage. "Call home soon," she said. She wiggled her shoulders, the bra straps slipped down her arms.

"Yep," I said, wondering why she kept harping on it. Her skirt fastened at the side by buttons. My fingers failed until she undid the damn buttons.

"Home is important," she said. Her thumbs hooked the top of her black hosiery and sidled them down. She paused, expectantly.

"Yep," I said. For that correct answer, I was awarded a pair of red panties. She took my hand to get me on my feet, her hands sliding down my sides. A hot urgency in them freed my jeans.

"Home is all." She kissed at my ear.

"Got it," I said as we stepped into each other.

Her parquet floor was a firm but tacky mattress....