Klara

It was a minute before Jake finally let me down. I sighed as my feet touched the ground. My thighs were still trembling, so I leaned back against the wall as I righted my clothes. Jake helped, reaching behind me to zip my dress up for me. I blushed a little as I fixed the crotch of my panties.

Out of nowhere, I burst into hysterical giggles. I slapped a hand over my mouth, but besides arching an eyebrow, Jake didn’t seem put off.

“You’re laughing right after we had sex. Should I worry?” he asked, a corner of his mouth quirking up.

I let out a few more giggles before I got a hold of myself, shaking my head.

“Um, no. It’s nothing like that, just…every time I meet you, I do things that don’t seem much like me.”

“So you don’t let random strangers take you to their hotel rooms while you’re drunk?” he asked. “Or spend a whole day with them and have sex in a limo? Then meet them two years later and fuck in the back of a bar?”

I giggled again. “Um, no. I’ve only ever done that sort of thing a