A New Year's Resolution

"I don't smoke, and I don't usually let anybody smoke anything in it, but for you, I'll find an ashtray," she hugged me tighter.

"Oh, no! It's no bother. I'll just step outside when I need a smoke. I seem to be the only one of my buddies that smoke and I don't usually smoke inside my own house."
"Thank you," her dimples were habit forming, I thought as she flashed them at me.

Her apartment wasn't big. Just a small bedroom, a tiny living room and a kitchen with barely enough room to turn around in and her bathroom was just off the bedroom. As we walked in, she kicked off her shoes, flinging them aside – suddenly losing five or six inches of height – threw her parka on the couch and took a few waltzing steps before stopping in the middle of her tiny living room and staring at me.

"I can't believe I've got you all to myself," she giggled.

"I can't believe I've got you all to myself!" I echoed, chuckling.

"Let's go to bed, we can always shower later," she tugged me toward the bedroom.

I shrugged and followed as she led me into her bedroom. Before we were half-way to bed she had stripped down to her stockings and hopped as she kicked off her jeans, one leg at a time. I was in no rush. I stripped off my clothes and lay them on a nearby chair as Ronnie rolled down her nylons and tossed them toward her dresser, then she suddenly broke out with a huge yawn and blinked happily up at me, her cute little dimples reappearing. I grinned and slid into bed with her, pulling her into my arms. Snuggling up on my shoulder, she slid her soft little hand down my belly and pushed down on my stiffly standing cock. She slid her hand back and forth over it, curling her fingers around it as she slid her hand down then dragged them caressingly up to my belly button. A little of this and I was ready to tear into her tight little asshole, but . . . her little hand stopped moving. Her soft even breathing with her mouth open slightly and a little saliva drooling onto my chest – she'd fallen into a weary sleep. All that activity must be wearing, I chuckled to myself, really tiring. I rolled as gently and softly as I could onto my side and, hugging her to me, I, too, quickly followed her sweet little ass into slumber land as I felt her small hand curl around my softening prick in her sleep.