"Hold your horses Sam! I'll be right there!" I grumbled as I stumbled out of bed. The clock on the bed stand said it was one thirty in the morning. I was still half asleep as I reached for the hotel room's door and asked angrily, "How could you lose your key?"
"I have my key right here," Beth grinned, patting her purse. "Unfortunately it doesn't work on your door."
"Beth!" I snapped in surprise as I blinked hard twice trying to force the sleep from my eyes. She was wearing jeans and a nice shirt. She was also carrying a six-pack of beer.
"Aren't you going to invite me in? My mother is probably looking for me," Beth giggled. She was obvious at least buzzed. She looked down the hall in both directions acting as if her mother would arrive any minute.
I was forced to smile. She reminded me of the old Bugs Bunny cartoon where Elmer Fudd looks from side to side in an exaggerated manner, turns toward the camera and says, 'Shhh. Be very quiet. I'm hunting rabbit!'
"Come on in," I laughed, moving away from the door. Beth entered and quickly shut the door. I shook my head and added, "You really look like you're afraid your mother will find you."
"You don't know my mother!" Beth replied, no longer smiling. "She was over protective before dad died, but since then she's been a crazy woman!"
"Where did you get the beer?" I asked, changing the subject. Beth's smile returned.
"A bunch of us went out after the wedding. I'm surprised you didn't come. I looked for you, but you were nowhere to be found," she said with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm surprised your mother let you go," I said, not answering her unspoken question.
"The doctor went," Beth said in explanation.
I nodded, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was thinking about my earlier experience with Sylvia. It was so wrong! She was my best friend Sam's sister and it was her wedding day. Okay, so her groom was passed out and she was being her typical bitchy self, but I still couldn't believe that I actually blackmailed her into sleeping with me. It was so unlike me! It must be because I was drunk. Okay, drunk and horny.
"Did you even talk to the poor man?" I asked, returning my focus to the beautiful woman in front of me. Beth was short, with curly dark hair. Her chest was small, but her ass was perfect, at least in my opinion. Sam would say it's a little too big, but I like a large ass on a woman, as long it's shapely.
"He was too busy talking up little Ruthy," Beth replied. I felt a twinge of jealousy. Ruth was Sam's youngest sister and my favorite. I always liked her and probably would have asked her out if she wasn't Sam's sister.
"Was he getting anywhere?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Not with Ruthy," Beth snorted. "He kept bringing up his car and the house he recently bought."
"Oh boy!" I said, rolling my eyes. "Ruth is the least materialistic person I know. He should have talked about how his job helped people. He is a doctor after all!"
"I know! Ruthy is always a sap when it comes to helping others," Beth said. I nodded, but didn't really agree. Ruth just cared about people. That didn't make her a sap, at least not in my book.
"So, what brings you here?" I asked, changing the subject.
"A rebellious nature?" she offered with a grin. "I don't like my mother interfering with my love life. It's not like I'm a kid anymore. I'm twenty four!" She really sounded miffed.
"You're an only child?" I guessed.
"Yes," Beth sighed, calming down considerably. "I'm all mom has since Dad died." She sounded almost ready to cry.
"You love her a lot," I smiled knowingly.
"With all my heart," she replied, but then she frowned and added angrily, "But that doesn't mean I'll let her run my life!" She really was drunk. Her emotions were all over the place.
"So, why don't you tell her that?" I asked. Beth looked off into the distance and nodded.
"I guess it's time," she sighed. She smiled at me and changed the subject. "I didn't come here to talk about my mother."
"Which bring me to my earlier question," I said. "Why are you here?"
"I want to get drunk and relax with a man I find attractive," she smiled, handing me a beer.
"Well, it looks like you've the former covered," I teased. Beth laughed.
"Now, if I could only find an attractive man," she joked back.
"Don't be nasty," I replied.
"I would never," she said, placing her hand over her heart. I laughed as she added, "Besides, that Sylvia's job in the family and she does it so well."
"That's not very nice," I said with a shake of my head, and then nodded, adding, "But true, so very true!"
We talked about Sylvia and the wedding for a little while as we drank. She got us both another beer and changed topics. She started talking about her job. It sounded very stressful. It looked to me like poor Beth needed a break from reality. That was probably why she was here.
"Let me give you a massage," I offered. It was pretty much out of the blue.
"What?" Beth asked in surprise.
"You sound like you could use a massage. I'm told that I'm pretty good at it," I replied.
"Are you sure your not just trying to get me out of my clothes?" she grinned.
"Of course I am," I replied. "But that doesn't mean you can't use a massage." Beth laughed and stripped down to her bra and panties. She certainly wasn't shy! I was still in the shorts I wore to bed.