It was about four in the morning and I do not 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.
Two floors up was Pats room. I didn't call up to him because I knew that this would make the werewolf angry. At that moment he was just standing near me breathing heavily.
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.
Sometimes when she was drunk she would be mean to me, and other times she would have sex with me. I decided to take my chances and make a run for it. I was fat and not capable of achieving much speed. The werewolf must not of even chased me. If it did I wouldn't have had a chance.
Pat lived on the same hall as Zoe and me. His door was open and I could see him sulking as I past bye. The door to my room was also open. I stood at the door way and saw Zoe taking off what remained of her clothing.
"Did you have a good night?" I asked.
"It was alright."
She was tall, almost six foot, and had a thin petit body.
"Come to bed," she said in soft voice that let me know that we would not be fighting.
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..."