​     Twenty-five years old.  

     All through dinner, both Adam and Regina knew they'd probably wind up in bed together before the night was over. 

     And now, here they were. 

     They held glasses of cabernet, yet neither of them sipped. They weren't really in the mood for red wine. 

     They sat on Adam's bed next to each other to remove their shoes. Their hips barely touched. They went to stretch out on the bed to make out, but, no, that didn't work. She was wearing some nice clothes that she didn't want wrinkled.

     "Where's the bathroom?" she asked.

     "It's the next door down the hall."

     "I'll be right back."

     Forty-five minutes later:

     She returned to the bedroom wrapped in a towel and carrying her carefully folded clothes.

     "My turn," Adam said.

     One minute, forty-five seconds later:

     He had a towel wrapped around his middle too, but he dropped it long before he got anywhere near his bed. Regina was already under the covers. Because he figured she was a bit modest, he didn't sneak a peek as he got in bed with her. They kissed and embraced. Regina was tall and athletic with no butt whatsoever, and Adam liked a nice, pillowy butt, but, hey, come on. She was a naked female, and it'd been a while. The touch of her taut breast felt great.

     They stopped long enough to pant, and that's when Adam finally got a good look at her nakedness.  

     Her breasts were speed bumps. 

     Her nipples were as hard as buttons. 

     She shaved. 

     Regina asked with her eyes, well, do you like what you see? 

     And his body language response was, yes, very, very much. 

     The passion kicked up a notch after that. Adam did his best to follow a sexual progression she'd be happy with. 

     He'd never had sex with someone so muscular before. It was like he could feel every mastoid or deltoid or whatever as he caressed her. He kissed and fondled her breasts until he felt they'd been well tended. He let a finger slip between her legs to find her wet. He swiveled so that he could bury his face in her cunt even as she did the same with his cock. He felt her lips slide up and down his dick shaft even as he made slow circles around the inside of her hole with his tongue. She rolled  on to her back so that he could enter her. They got a rhythm going, but Regina seemed dissatisfied with it. They changed places so that she could be on top. Now she controlled the rhythm, but that didn't seem to work, either. She let her fingers wander over to her own clit, and she diddled herself, and that did it, that's what, at last, got them both excited. Adam felt himself rise to his climax even as she rose to hers, gasp, gasp, and then it was over. 

     They rested next to each other after that, only their elbows touching. 

     "It's been a couple years now, hasn't it?" Regina asked. "Since you and Angel..."

     "Yeah."

     "In your heart you're still with her," she said. "I can tell."

     The lights were all off in Adam's room, yet still it was easy for them to see each other. The flames from the city burning on the other side of the bedroom window caused everything, Adam and Regina included, to glow so red it seemed like they, themselves, were on fire.

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