Bailey awakened. Man, my head hurts, my face hurts, he held his head. I  definitely had to much to drink. My left hand is throbbing. He looked at it, his eyes focused: it was swollen and bruised. I must have gotten in a fight! I can't remember! As he looked around the room, there were clothes everywhere, flung, and tossed. His shorts are turning on the ceiling fan. Oh Shit, He thought, what have I done? There was a stirring beside him, his eyes flew open, and he slowly turned, It's Sam, naked in my bed!! Oh, What the hell had I done!! Think, Think . "Shit, I don't remember."

Had Sam come with me willingly? Was she drunk? Did I take advantage of her? Oh God, I hope I didn't force her. He shook his head. I wouldn't have done that, I don't think. No, I wouldn't have done that no  matter how drunk I was, and if I had,  she would not have stayed with me. Not if I had done something like that, I would never hurt Sam. I must have taken advantage of her, she is Naked in my bed.

God, She is beautiful he thought. He looked at the closed drawer at the side of my bed.  Hell, I didn't even take time to protect her. What the hell was I thinking. Obviously, I wasn't thinking. How did we get here, to my house, and in my bed. What day is it? Great, just GREAT!, the one thing I have waited years for, and I'm too drunk to remember. She told me, she told me I drank too much, Point Proven! :)

Sam stirred. She opened her eyes and smiled at Bailey moved and snuggled to him:
"Good Morning! Head hurt?" she giggled.
"Not funny Sam," he said .
"You are an  incredible lover Bailey Malone."
Great he thought:
"Sam,.."
He didn't know what to say, how was he going to tell her, he didn't remember shit.. "
Take my word for it Malone, I am sure you don't remember, but I do!!"
Great. he thought, just Great.
"Sam"
She began to caress him. He pulled her close to him. She caressed his chest, down his Abdomen, and began to stroke him. She slid her leg over his. There was an immediate response. His heart rate increased, his breath quickened. He whispered:
"Sam."
She continued to stroke him and began to kiss him, and rub her body on him. He responded to her. He wanted her. They could talk later. Sam moved to straddle him. Her body lay on top of him. He was  so aroused by her. She felt so good, it felt so right. She slowly eased herself onto his thick, engorged member. Bailey gasped. Slowly, she began to move. Her vaginal wall holding him. She rode him slowly then began to increase her stokes. Bailey was in heaven. She was making love to him! As the intensity grew, he found it hard to stay controlled.

The sound of Sam grunting and the site of her riding him was more than he could stand. He began to thrust. The seat roll down his face and body. The harder he thrusted the harder she rode. She was lost in her feelings of sexual pleasure and it just pushed him harder. He brought her over the edge, and he quickly followed. This he would remember always. She collapsed on his chest. He held her tight.

" God, Sam I love you. That was incredible!!"

"Not as incredible as last night," she smiled and looked deeply in his eyes, "but pretty good."

Bailey shook his head. Boy, he really wished he could remember.

After a restful sleep, Bailey got up and pulled on a pair of gym shorts. He went to the kitchen and made coffee. He needed Coffee. He sat on the couch, and sipped it. How had this happened? Not that he was sorry, but he really hated to not remember. Sam came into the kitchen in his shirt. He grinned.
She really looks natural that way, he thought. She got coffee and can over and sat in his lap. She had omitted the underwear.
"Hi, Princess," he kissed her.
She looked at him and smiled. She opened her hand and gave him 2 aspirins. "Sam,...I hate to say.."
"That you don't remember what happened last night?"
" Yeah."

Sam grinned.

"Do you want to know what happened, Bail?" Sam purred.
He smiled.
"Yes, I really would."
" Well Bail.,  I saw you leave the office, I knew you were upset. I called to you but you ignored me. I knew where you were headed: to a bar or to  buy booze for home. I went into the office and checked your caller I.D. Yes, I was a snoop!  I saw that Janet had called and wondered if she was responsible for you mood. I went to your house to wait. You returned home in about a hour. You had been drinking. We went into the house and  talked, and you drank. Your defense were down with the alcohol on board. I must admit I took advantage of it.
The more you drank the looser you tongue got. You told me Janet called and was upset because you had not acknowledged "THE DAY." It seems yesterday was your anniversary. For some reason it was important  to Janet that you remember and acknowledge a significant day from your past. Apparently, she propositioned you and when you rebuked her she got ugly. She said I was responsible for the break up of your marriage and subsequent divorce. I laughed, but you didn't. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the subject matter until I looked in your eyes. I knew there was more we needed to discuss. You didn't want to talk but I goaded you. Apparently, Janet never got over you calling my name in the heat of passion."

She smiled, hugged him and looked deep into his brown eyes and spoke:

"I knew I loved you and then I knew why you kept me at arms length. I also knew that after what I'd heard there was no way you would keep me at arms length last night. I decided you had enough to drink so I took the glass from your hand and you told me to go home. I told you That wasn't going to happen. I decided now was the time. I moved toward you, straddled your lap, put my arms around your neck and looked into your sad eyes. You meekly told me I needed to go home. I leaned over and kissed you on the neck and again you told me to go. Your words told me to go but your body told me to stay. I unbuttoned your shirt and started to kiss your chest and felt your arousal and you breath quickened. I knew I had you. We hugged each other and you hands moved over my back as we started to lightly kiss each other. I whispered in your ear, "I love you Bailey." You pulled me back and looked deep in my eyes then kissed me like I'd never been kissed before.
We were let's say getting quite involved with each other.
We did not hear the door open, but we did hear, "I Knew It!!!. You Sorry S..O. a B.....! I Was Right!, and you can't keep your hands off that little Blonde Bitch....." She glared at you and hissed, "No wonder you had no time for me tonight, and you, you Bitch..." She stormed over to us and pulled me off your lap. As I opened my mouth to try to reason with her, she busted me in the face and knocked me to the floor.

You Roared off the couch and screamed," Get The Hell Out Of My House!" You shoved her away from me and reached to help me up when she came at you with a vengeance. She was hitting and kicking you and screaming obscenities at you. You moved her towards the door and shoved her out. David stormed into the room. You and he exchanged heated words that ended when he ask you if I was the little Whore that broke up your marriage. Needless to say, you pummeled him and tossed both of them onto the street.
I was crying, not for me but for you. I don't know what her problem was. She has been with David for months. They are getting married!
You picked me up out of the floor. You are such a gentle man Bailey. Under that rough, and tuff exterior, is a wonderful lover. We had so much fun undressing and exploring each other."
She laughed.
"That is how your short's got on the ceiling fan. I put them there."

Bailey sat looking at Sam. He reached out and lightly kissed her bruised lips:

" I'm so sorry you had to be a part of that melee last night. Janet has unfairly blamed you for our problems for a long time, but I never thought she would go this far. That's over now and I'm glad you know how I feel."

He pulled her to him and he began to rub her legs. Slowly he worked his way under the shirt. He slipped his fingers into her wet folds. She cooed, "Oh, Bailey," and began to move with his hand. Passion showed  on his face. . He kissed her as she rode his hand into ecstasy. She gazed into his eyes as she reached down and eased his engorged member from his shorts. She tenderly moved  herself onto him.  He groaned. She was so tight, so perfect. She caressed him with her body. Bailey was not able to maintain control. He was overcome with a primal need. He thrust deep and hard.   The heat of passion was voiced in the grunts, groans, heavy breathing, and the sweat rolling off them. Sam climaxed over and over. Bailey's drive built with each one.  He erupted into Sam. 

The orgasm that Racked him, was incredible. He could not reason. He could not see. He could not breath. He was lost in the sexual heat. They clung to each other. The sweat rolled down their Bodies.
Bailey finally whispered:
" That was incredible, Sam, You are incredible!! I Love you Princess.
 Sam looked into his eyes:
"That is what last night was like Bail...." She kissed him.
"Bailey," she said.
"Yes, Princess" he whispered.
"How about a shower, will you shower with me?"
"I would love that honey, I would love it."