Chapter 3 - memories

Jenny’ place was so much larger than any other New York apartment Martin had been in. Her and her husband had two spare bedrooms and a view across the city that most people could only dream of. No wonder the girl was so keen to show it off! “And this…” she smiled, opening the final door, “…is the master suite!”

Walking in, Martin couldn’t help but marvel at the high ceilings and huge windows across the city. He looked over at the massive, luxurious bed and back to Jenny with a strange, exciting sense that she had saved this room until last for a reason. As expected, Jenny had furnished it beautifully, not just this room, but the entire place. All around were pictures of herself and Vincent on their wedding day or honeymoon. It seemed that, no matter where Martin looked, Vincent was staring at him from somewhere.

“Come and sit down,” Jenny smiled, patting the beautiful designer couch back in the large lounge area.

Martin nodded and took his place, feeling a little awkward again, spotting Vincent’s eyes staring at him from the wall opposite. If only that huge marine knew how much he lusted after Jenny, he’d probably be on the first flight back here, ready to punch his lights out.

Several beers and take-out options later, Martin looked at his watch and saw the time. “Two in the morning!” he cried, laughing at what a bad influence Jenny continued to be, even after all this time. “I’ve got to get home! I’m at work in six hours!”

Jenny laughed and rolled her eyes at Martin’s sudden concerns. “Stay here,” she offered, smiling. “You might as well, now it’s so late.”

Martin considered the offer. He could pop home to get changed on the way to work. “I guess you do have two spare bedrooms,” he chuckled, still amazed by that fact.

“I certainly do,” Jenny grinned, a little tipsy from the wine she had been slowly sipping all night. She smiled at him, holding his gaze a little too long. Then she walked her fingers across the couch and onto Martin’s lap. “But who said anything about you staying in one of those…?”

Sitting back in his seat as if he were strapped up for a rollercoaster, Martin felt Jenny’ hands suddenly slide all over him. He felt Jenny’ lips meet his; kissing him. Amazed, he kissed back, slowly at first, but then his instincts kicked-in and his body took over. Before he knew it, Jenny was on his lap. His hands were touching her, gliding over her perfect petite frame and beautiful butt. He felt his shirt being unbuttoned and watched excitedly as Jenny’s clothes started to disappear too.

Only as Jenny was leading him into the bedroom did Martin look back at the picture of Jenny’s husband on the living room wall. There they both were on the beach, with Vincent’s huge, powerful chest and massive biceps on full display. He swallowed in intimidation but still followed his new lover’s lead, back into the master suite.