It was about four in the morning. I don't remember what the moon was like. I think it was normal. Anyway, the werewolf had me against the side of the hotel. He smelled like a paper bag.
A car pulled up to the hotel. It was Zoe, back from the bar. By the way she was walking it was obvious she had a good night. She didn't notice me, or the werewolf.
I walked away from the werewolf.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To my room."
The werewolf just looked at me. It knew what I was thinking. It knew that I wanted to fuck Zoe and was hoping that she was drunk and in the mood. As I walked away I could hear the werewolf chuckling.
By the time I got up to my room Zoe was already half undressed. She had strange breasts. They looked like lopsided zip-lock bags full of gunk. I loved them. And I loved giving them attention. They were precious like my grandmother's mashed potatoes except firmer and sexier. The rest of her body was perfect.
"Did you have a good night?" I asked.
"Come to bed," she said in soft voice.
I took off my pants and with an already erect penis got in to bed. Zoe held me close and kissed me with a fierceness that did not match the soft tone of her voice. She moved her head down to my crotch and placed her own crotch hovering above my face. It looked and smelled incredible. I attempted to lick her parts but she stopped me. "Justin don't."
She continued to lie on top of me, occasionally kissing and touching part of my penis and testicles. I attempted to lick again.
"Justin don't do that I'm..."