Author's Notes:

'One Night in Montreal' is my contribution to Literotica's 'One Night in XXX' Story Event.

Having experienced the absolute magic of this city's yearly Tour La Nuit night ride myself, there was no other destination I could have chosen for this story.

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

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One Night in Montreal

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Roman eased his compact SUV onto the off-ramp from the Trans-Canada Highway to join the slow flow of traffic on the Décarie Expressway which was showing no signs of being express at all. He was finally past the industrial sprawl of the outskirts of Montreal, and the sunken north-south highway would take him directly into the heart of the city. This was his favorite part of the route.

The drive from Toronto, where he lived with his family, had taken him six and a half hours this time due to construction delays and he was feeling a little rough from being behind the wheel for that long. Normally, he would have had a co-pilot along to share the driving. His best friend Angelo was supposed to have joined him this weekend. At the last minute, Angelo received a call from his on-again-off-again girlfriend Bianca who'd gotten over their latest meltdown and wanted to be on again.

Angelo bailed on the Fellowship as, in his words, 'One does not simply walk away from epic make-up sex with Bianca'. He'd apologized, but that still meant Roman was left to decide if he was going solo on the trip or canceling and losing the money he'd paid for the hotel and the event tickets.

Solo, it was.

He glanced once more at the clock on his dash as this late arrival was jeopardizing his ability to join the first event he'd signed up for this weekend. The 'Tour la Nuit' was a 20km night time group cycle through city streets closed to other traffic. This year was the first time he'd signed up for it. He and Angelo had participated in the festival weekend's main ride in the previous three years. Le Tour de l'Ile de Montreal took place on the first Sunday in June. They'd promised they'd return and this time they'd join the Friday night Tour la Nuit ride as well.

Roman frowned as time was short and he still had to drive into the core of the city to reach his hotel, check in, get changed into his cycling gear, and ride to the start line. He'd chosen the downtown hotel as it was reasonably close to the start line. His mountain bike was securely strapped down on his truck's bike rack, and he'd spent the evening before mounting strips of blue and white led lights to the bike frame. His ride was going to look so sweet! If he could just get moving!

As if hearing his silent plea, the speed on the Décarie began to pick up, and he breathed a little easier.

He spotted the ramp leading up to the street where he and Angelo would typically reward themselves with a journey's conclusion meal. It was Angelo who first spotted the massive orange ball in the distance and made them stop on their first visit to Montreal. They'd discovered Gibeau Orange Julep, a roadside attraction from bygone days but still serving amazingly yummy fast food. Maybe not the healthiest meal but a welcome break after their long drive from Toronto. Roman sadly passed the exit this time but promised himself a visit on the way home.

He continued south to the end of the Décarie, exiting into the spaghetti of the Turcot Exchange and heading east towards downtown. It wasn't long before he was driving into the tunnels under the city. He took an exit up to the surface then drove north into the center of the downtown district. He could see the preparations being put in place to block off the roads for the cyclists. His grin grew wider.

He lowered his window and enjoyed the warm evening air. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and nothing in the forecast to indicate this would change. It was perfect weather for a night ride!

Roman finally made it to the hotel and parked in the underground parking lot. He ensured he locked his bike securely to his bike rack then went up to the lobby to check in. Once he had his room key, he went upstairs and took a quick shower to freshen up. He shaved and looked at himself in the mirror as he dried his shoulder-length black hair.

Angelo was a smooth operator who had no problems talking with girls and getting a date; when he wasn't back with Bianca, that is. Bianca was much like Angelo and Roman knew she had boyfriends when she wasn't with Angelo. He could only wonder at the ease with which they each attracted people and had their little flings. He marveled at that ability as he was always too shy and typically struggled when meeting new people.

Angelo also had the pretty face, and Roman just looked fierce. He had dark brows over dark eyes, and his nose had a flattening bump that made it look like it'd been broken, but it hadn't. Bianca once told him he had a nice smile and said he was a good listener.

She'd also made a play for him once. After a particularly bad breakup, Bianca bumped into him alone in a nightclub. She was a little drunk, but she decided she'd enjoy his company, dancing, and drinking, which they did for hours. After he managed to get her to leave, he took her to her home, kissed her on the cheek, and graciously said his goodnights. She'd made it obvious he was welcome to share her bed that night, but he went home instead.

Later, when she was back together with Angelo, she'd cornered Roman alone and asked him point blank why he hadn't slept with her. She'd never been refused before.

He'd told her that, while he found her very attractive, he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his friendship with Angelo. That seemed to calm the woman's insecurities.

Not that he'd always been a loner. He'd had a girlfriend once, Cindy. They'd been together for about a year until one day she informed him that she was leaving him to go overseas and find herself. That was two years ago, and he hadn't heard from her since.

He had a strong body, especially his hands and arms as he was a stone mason in the family business and worked with the heavy materials every day. He cycled in the summers and played hockey all winter, so this and his job kept him fit.

Once he was dry, he put on his cycling clothes. In preparation for tonight, he'd gone online and ordered Toronto Maple Leaf cycling jerseys, one for himself and one for Angelo. He was feeling just a little nervous about it now as he didn't have Angelo here wearing his to back him up. It should have been the two of them. He shook his head and pushed that from his mind. The colors on his jersey matched the lights he'd added to his bike. Still, he almost chickened out. He had another cycling jersey for the main ride on Sunday, but he didn't want to wear it twice. He gave his head a shake. Blue and white it was!

He glanced at the clock and breathed a sigh of relief as he still had time to ride to the start line. He grabbed his wallet, keys, and room card and headed back down to the garage. He pulled his helmet and gloves from the backseat and two water bottles from a cooler as well. His backpack had some snacks, spare tubes, tools, and a small pump. It also had his ride bib which he pulled on over his jersey. This one said Tour la Nuit on both sides as well as 'Lait' as the milk producers were a major sponsor of the ride. Angelo got a chuckle from that, but Roman was pleased as he preferred them over less healthy products. He realized it also covered up the Leaf's emblem on the Jersey, so it wasn't so obviously a Leaf's uniform.

Unlocking the bike from the rack, he did a quick inspection, and it looked good. The lock went into his pack, he put on his helmet and turned on the lights. The bike glowed brilliantly, and he grinned happily. He wished he could have shared this with his buddy, but who was he to deny his friend a weekend of epic sex.

As he rode up the garage ramps to get back to street level, he thought about Angelo and Bianca. While they made a beautiful couple, he never really understood why they were together. They were too much alike, and neither was willing to compromise for the other. They had a very physical relationship, but they barely spoke. He was worried about his friend.

The garage door opened and Roman rode out onto the street. He got his bearings and slipped out onto the roadway behind a group wearing the same ride bib as he was. They smiled at his light show and said something in French which exceeded his high school lessons in the language, so he just smiled and nodded. They seemed to take no notice of his lack of comprehension as they rode away when the light changed.

They rode north, getting closer to the park and saw a few police cars blocking the main road. When the light changed, Roman followed the cyclists past the police cars, and they began a long steep climb on the avenue next to the park. When they finally crested the hill, they found hundreds of cyclists already waiting to start the ride. Roman's smile widened as he saw the lights. Every kind and color of LED light was on display, and it wasn't even dark yet. The sun was just kissing the horizon yet the happy lights flickered, pulsed and shone their chromatic hearts out. Some were in the strips like he'd strapped to his bike's frame. Others were parts of toys tied to helmets, or baskets, or the cyclist's bodies themselves.

Everyone seemed happy and excited, chattering to each other, eager for the ride to begin.

As he rolled closer to the main group, he overheard snippets of their conversations. Most were in French, but occasionally he'd hear English. He didn't really listen in, but he let the energy wash over him. It was electric!

When he reached the pack, he stopped and straddled his bike, smiling to himself as he saw the anticipation on the faces of the people around him. Music was pouring from huge speakers a radio station set up on the curb, and some riders were singing along.

He saw cyclists of every age group from kids in bike trailers right up to octogenarians who looked like they might give him a run for his money in a race. The bikes on display ranged from Bixi city rental bikes to $4000 carbon fibre racing bikes. Roman saw some of the bikes were likely making their first appearance of the year after spending the winter and spring months collecting rust on a balcony. He wondered if they'd survive the journey. He glanced at the owners of these rolling rust factories to see if they looked like they'd survive the short route too. His mind flashed back to a previous sweltering summer day when he and Angelo rode in the 50km Sunday ride. They'd spotted paramedics doing vigorous chest compressions on a severely overweight man on the ground, ripples from the thumps rushing outwards through his doughy flesh, a victim of poor life decisions. It'd been a shocking and sad sight.

Pulling his mind back from that, he closed his eyes and let the music and laughter wash away the darkness. He felt so good! While it would have been nice to share this with Angelo, the night held so much promise he was just glad to be a part of it!

It was going to be a great ride!

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When they left the grounds of McGill University, they were five ladies out for a night of fun on their bicycles. They'd decorated their rides and their helmets with lights and put on their sexy cycling clothes. Most of them anyway.

The straggler in their party was a last minute replacement for the roommate of the other four. The missing girl, Yvonne, had to go home to take care of a sick parent. Julie was her lab partner and gave in to her pleas to take her place as the fifth rider. Julie was riding Yvonne's mountain bike as well.

Unfortunately, Julie was much shorter than her leggy lab partner and the bike's seat post had no quick release to lower the saddle. Also, Julie had a much simpler bicycle in her hometown of Gatineau, so the gears and brakes of the mountain bike were taking some time to get used to. She'd spent the afternoon practicing and was confident she could do the route tonight, but she really wished she could drop the saddle a few centimeters, five max!

While she was wearing cycling pants and gloves, she had her comfortable Montreal Canadiens hockey jersey on top which clashed with the form-fitting cycling jerseys the other ladies were wearing.

Julie wasn't as slim and svelte as they were. Yvonne would have matched them perfectly, but Julie had boobs and an ass, both of which jiggled when she walked.

The tight black pants already felt too weird, like she was naked!

The ride bib covered the team emblem on her jersey, but the red and blue lights she had on the bike continued the team colors theme.

As they got closer to Park Avenue where the start line was, a group of four young men rode up beside them on fancy racing bikes. These cyclists hadn't added any extra lights to their ultralight bikes, just the standard tiny white flasher on the front and red flasher on the back. Julie admired their muscles showcased by their tight cycling clothes. Yvonne's roomies immediately struck up a flirty conversation with the men and Julie began to feel like a fifth wheel. She eased herself further and further back as the group rode closer to the hill leading to the start line. She got a few glances from the four ladies, but they seemed fine with her separating herself from their group. She'd have to thank Yvonne for sticking her with such an unfriendly group.

When she reached the traffic light at the base of the hill, she saw police cars were blocking car traffic from the road. She waited for the others to leave once the light went green and seriously considered turning around right then and there.

That's when a family rode past her with each of the children wearing a cute, glowing animal plush doll strapped to their helmets. She grinned at the happiness on their faces and moved to follow them across the street.

Julie concentrated on finding the right gear to get herself up the final hill. Gears were something she'd be looking for on her next bike!

When she finally crested the hill, she saw more cyclists than she'd ever seen before in one place! Hundreds? Thousands?

She rolled slowly down the other side of the hill, struggling a little to grip the stiff brakes, and stopped at the back of the pack. Straddling the frame, she stared in wonder at the brilliant display of lights on the bicycles around her. Everyone seemed so happy and excited. She could no longer see the four ladies she'd begun with, but she didn't mind as riding solo with all these joyful people was going to be wonderful!

She was looking forward to it!

-=-

Roman examined the sheet metal screw he'd just removed from his front tire. It had a nasty sharp point that had gone right through his tire and inner tube while he rode down a slight downhill lane through a pretty neighborhood. He was only 5km into the route and already in love with the Tour la Nuit experience.

Aside from the flat, that is, but he could swap out the tube with a spare in just a few minutes.

He watched the other riders rolling past for a moment as he stood on the sidewalk under the streetlight. Dense tree branches dimmed the light somewhat, but he had enough to work with. He was out of the way of the cyclists.

He heard a burst of female giggles as a group of four women on brightly lit mountain bikes cruised by with four men on racing bikes following close behind. He watched them for a bit as he wondered if the men were in hot pursuit and if the ladies intended to be caught tonight. He snorted to himself as he turned back to his bike. He rolled up the punctured tube and shoved it down to the bottom of his backpack. He had a patch kit to repair it if he went through the three spares he'd brought with him.

A sound behind him and up the hill caught his attention as he'd heard it just before he was forced off the road — a high pitched pop followed by a repeated hissing.

He began to turn as a second sound came to him.

"MERDE!"

Roman watched in surprise as a young woman riding a mountain bike rushed towards him. Her front tire was quickly losing air, and she was coming at the curb at an angle. At the last second, she tried to turn away from the curb, but the wheels struck, launching her from her bike into him.

He just had time to throw his arms wide before the delightfully plush woman collided with his chest and took him down onto the lawn behind him.

He laid there with his arms around the woman for a dazed moment or two. She felt really nice pressed against him. He released her as her hands moved to push against his stomach lifting her face to look at him in surprise.

"Are you ok?" Roman asked as he looked into the woman's pretty eyes.

"Y-yes! I'm so sorry for crashing into you!" she exclaimed.

His brain tingled madly at her sweet French Canadian accent, and he immediately wanted to hear her speak again. "That's ok. I don't mind," he said quietly as his eyes lingered on her mouth before returning to her eyes. She gave him a cute smile as she climbed to her feet. Roman stood up and noticed she was shorter than his 180 cm by at least 20 cm.

She turned and picked up her bike which was lying on its side on the sidewalk.

"Is something wrong with the brakes?" he asked, and her eyes went to his sharply. She relaxed as she saw it was just an innocent question.

She took a deep breath and let it out. "It's my friend's bicycle. It definitely has something wrong with it. I squeeze, but I don't slow quickly at all!"

"I bet the seat is too high as well," he ventured, comparing the saddle height to her body next to it.

She turned to face him with a smirk on her lips and her hands resting on her curvy hips. "Are you saying I'm too petite?"

Roman's eyes flew wide. "No! No, you're perfect- beauti- not petite, I mean- you are petite just not... too petite." His treacherous mouth betrayed him into sounding like a fool again. Always, when faced with a pretty girl, he stuck his foot in his mouth. He clamped his jaw shut.

Her eyes seemed to be merrily twinkling as she smiled up at him. Then she noticed the stiff way he was holding his body and her expression became sweetly apologetic. "I think I am teasing you too much, no?" He gave her a cautious nod, and she sighed. "My apologies. Thank you for saving me! Vous étiez très galant!"

Roman reached for his high school French to translate her words and settled on believing she said something nice about him. "You're welcome."

She turned to look at her front tire with a cute pout. "It seems my lovely ride has come to an end."

He suddenly didn't want her to leave. "No! I mean, I can fix that! The brakes and the seat height too," he offered.

She looked to him in interest. "Oh! You are handy with the tools?"

A broad smile stretched across his face at her words. "Yes, I'm handy."

Her smile widened and became coy once more. Then she noticed his bike was upside down on the sidewalk a short distance away with its rear tire removed. "Oh! You have a flat as well?"

He nodded. "Let me just finish that, and I'll fix your bike too. I'm Roman Manetti."

She dazzled him with a pretty smile as she shook his hand. "Julie Nadeau."

He nodded as he struggled to breathe. Turning to his bike, he focused his mind on replacing the tube. His hands automatically moved as he was well practiced at it. A few minutes later, he had the innertube in, the tire inflated and remounted. He glanced at Julie, and she gave him an impressed smile.

With his tire repaired, he turned his attention to her bicycle and discovered a sheet metal screw in her tire too. He looked up the road and wondered if additional screws waited to catch other unwary riders.

He pulled it out and held it out for Julie to take. "One of these caught me as well. There may be more on the road back there." He aimed a thumb over his shoulder to point uphill.

Roman wasted no more time in removing the tire, replacing the damaged inner tube with one of his spares, inflating it, and remounting the tire on the bike. He flipped the bicycle upright and checked the brake levers. He discovered there was too much slack on the cables, so he got out his tools and gave each cable a good tightening. He showed Julie how little she'd have to squeeze to get the brakes to engage now and she clapped her hands for him with a happy smile.

Next, he took out his Allen wrenches and found the right one to lower the seat. He dropped it down a good seven centimeters. "Give that a try," he suggested, and she nodded as she swung a leg over the bike. She sighed in relief as she kept the bike from rolling downhill with a light squeeze of the brake levers.

"This is so much better, Roman! Thank you! You are indeed skilled with the tools!" she gushed.

He chuckled seeing her happiness and nodded to her.

"How can I repay you for your repairs?" she asked as he put his tools back in his backpack.

Slipping his arms through the straps, he turned to smile at her. "Are you riding with anyone?"

She looked down the hill for a moment then held his eyes with a smile as she shook her head.

"This is my first Tour la Nuit. Would you share the experience with me?" he asked hopefully. He turned his bike's LED lights on, and the blue and white lights lit up the sidewalk around them. He saw her looking at him in surprise as a slow smile slipped onto her lips.

"Interesting colors you are displaying tonight," she said as she lifted her bib.

He finally paid attention to the jersey, and the red and blue lights on her bike took on new meaning. "You're a Habs fan?!?" he blurted.

"And you, a Leafs fan?" she returned.

Roman found he couldn't look away from her cheeky smile and discovered himself returning it. "I won't tell if you won't," he said conspiratorially.

She gave him a playful grin then nodded. "Agreed."

One of the volunteer mechanics stopped next to them and asked a question in French. Julie answered and handed him the screw that had been in her tire. The man's eyebrows rose then said something else to her and nodded to them both. He pulled his bike up onto the sidewalk and rode back up the hill.

Roman looked to Julie who smiled at him.

"He is going to look for more screws," she explained.

"Ah! Good! Shall we go?" he replied, gesturing for her to precede him.

With a nod, she glanced up the hill and pushed off to join the stream of cyclists. Roman slipped out right behind her after ensuring the way was clear for him as well.

When he looked forward, his eyes were trapped by the sight of Julie's perfect apple bottom, resting atop the saddle and squeezed into her spandex bike shorts. He pulled his eyes away and rolled up beside her. The red lights on her bike frame were casting a warm glow on her face and chest. He struggled to keep from staring, as her riding position allowed her breasts to swing forward and press against the jersey's front.

"So this is your first Tour la Nuit," she said.

"Yes! I've ridden in the Tour de l'Ile the past three years with a friend of mine, but this is the first year we signed up for the night ride."

"Oh! You're here with a friend?" she asked in surprise.

Roman shook his head. "No, Angelo bailed on me at the last minute to get back together with his ex-girlfriend."

Julie's smile stretched wide. "Ah! He is having the make-up sex!" She giggled at Roman's surprised expression. "It's the best kind, yes?"

He struggled to keep up in the conversation.

"I- I wouldn't know. My last girlfriend left me to find herself in Europe and never returned," he muttered.

"Did you love her?" Julie asked.

Roman was definitely feeling off balance, but he answered with honesty as he had no clever words to use. "No, I think we were only together because our friends all had partners and we didn't."

"So, friends with benefits?" the cute French Canadian asked sweetly.

Roman thought about that for a moment then smiled sadly and nodded.

When he reflected on their relationship so honestly, he realized he couldn't call Cindy a girlfriend. So he'd had no girlfriends. At all.

He looked over to see Julie glancing at him with a worried expression while biting her lip.

"I'm sorry if I made you sad. I sometimes say the wrong things and can't stop," she said softly.

He snorted as, even worried she was so damn cute. "It's ok. Let's talk about you now since you opened me up so wide. It's only fair."

She gave him a little nod. "What would you like to know?"

"So many things!" Roman thought to himself, but he controlled his grin. "Earlier you said you weren't riding with anyone, but you hesitated and looked down the road. What was that?"

Her smile lit up her face, and he was dazzled again. "You caught that?" she said peering at him from the corner of her eyes like she was embarrassed. He nodded. "I was riding with four women, roommates of my friend whose bicycle I'm riding. She asked me to take her place tonight. The roommates found four men to chase them. I did not feel welcome, so I let them ride ahead."

Roman nodded as he intimately knew how it felt to be alone at a party. Still, it worked out this time!

"Then you fell into my arms," he said with a grin. "Is there someone else in your life whose arms you fall into?" Once the words were out, Roman wished he could take them back as they sounded so incredibly needy and lame.

"Ho ho! So I'm not the only bold one!" Julie chuckled. "Such boldness deserves an answer as a reward. I do not. My last boyfriend left me when I told him I was coming to Montreal to go to school."

"So, you're in University?" Roman asked, relieved she hadn't taken offense at the embarrassing delivery of his question.

"Yes, I'm studying to be a nurse," Julie answered as she watched his expression. He just gave her an impressed smiled and nodded. "What about you Roman? Are you going to University too?"

He shook his head. "No, that wasn't on my life path. I'm a stone mason. I work with my Dad in the family business. I've been training at his side since I could lift a trowel."

She looked at him curiously. "Trowel?"

He nodded. "The tool for working with the mortar between the stones."

"Do you enjoy this?" she asked.

He nodded. "I do! It's very satisfying to work with stone and my hands!"

"You have powerful hands!" Julie blurted then looked away in embarrassment. It was his turn to enjoy her expression.

"Thank you," he said with a grin.

"What else do you do to stay in such good shape?" Julie continued and bit her lip as the words slipped out.

Roman's smile widened. So he wasn't the only one admiring physiques. "My work can be physically demanding, so I get a bit of a workout from that. For fun in the summer, I cycle as much as I can. And rollerblade! In the winter I play hockey."

"Like your beloved Leafs?" she quipped, having recovered from her loose tongue.

He laughed. "Nowhere near that good! I'm not very graceful on skates, and I'm not a fast skater. Still, it's fun to play with my friends. We're poor amateurs at best." He looked at her. After her positive reaction to his last question, he felt comfortable with being a little bolder than he normally would be. "What do you do to look that good?"

She gave him one of her megawatt smiles and nodded, acknowledging the points he'd scored. "I like to cycle, dance, hike in the woods, and skate during the winter. I don't play hockey, but I do like to watch and cheer for the best team!" She pointed to her jersey, and he snorted with a grin.

"You're lucky I'm the least fanatical Leafs fan in my family. My Dad might disown me if he ever found out I was fraternizing with the enemy," Roman said with a grin.

"You think of me as the enemy?" Julie asked with a cute pout.

"Never! I think you could be a very good friend... with dubious taste in hockey teams!"

She gave him a fake look of shock and playfully slapped his hard bicep. Then a satisfied smile slipped onto her lips. "I also think you could be a good friend... if you consider you might be wrong about which team is best!"

Roman nodded thoughtfully. "I've never been accused of being stubborn. I'm always willing to listen to and consider opposing viewpoints, no matter how crazy they may be!"

"You are a cheeky one!" she gasped happily.

They left the neighborhood roads to exit back out onto one of the main thoroughfares. Most businesses were closed, and Roman assumed this was due to the reduced traffic caused by the road closure. People were out on the sidewalks though, cheering at the cyclists who'd gone through the effort to light their bikes artistically. Some were noticing their opposing team colors and calling out to them. Roman wasn't sure what was being said, but Julie was happy and called back to them so he'd wave as well.

"They think they are witnessing a miracle! A Leafs fan and a Canadiens fan getting along peacefully!" Julie finally explained.

He glanced back at the last group who cheered for them then to Julie. "I can get behind that message!" he said.

The route took them back into the quieter and darker streets of the neighborhoods, making the lights on the bicycles that much brighter and more colorful. They grinned at each other, soaking in the positive energy of the night.

They watched a group of kids race by with flashing lights all over their torsos. Roman saw they'd wrapped strings of battery powered Christmas lights around themselves. He and Julie shared impressed smiles.

In the distance, they could make out the tower of Montreal's Olympic Stadium, and it gradually got closer. "Looks like we might be getting an up-close look at the stadium," he said.

"Have you been inside?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No, I'm not a big fan of baseball, football, or going to concerts- I like music, just not the concert experience."

Julie was nodding in agreement. "I've been to a couple. Much too loud and too crowded."

Roman couldn't agree more. "What kind of music do you like? Who did you see in concert?"

"I like music that lifts my spirits. I don't have a specific type I like. The last concert was so unpleasant; I can't recall the name of the singer. One 'slap the bitch' and I lost interest. I wouldn't have gone, but my friends invited me." She shook her head with a frown. "Not my scene."

"Same here," Roman agreed.

They rode on and turned into the parking lot next to the stadium to find themselves slowing dramatically to ride up a narrow ramp. They crept around the massive building to its south side. There, the crowd of cyclists was squeezed down to funnel into a down ramp.

Roman looked over at Julie incredulously. "What was the point of this? Why force so many cyclists to go through such a tight route?"

She shrugged as she shuffled along next to him. Then she bumped his arm with her shoulder playfully. "Maybe it's to get us closer together!"

He glanced at her in surprise then nodded with a smile.

Sure enough, with the tight route, the shuffling movement, and so many people on bikes, someone lost their balance, tipped over and crashed into the cyclist next to them. Roman was tall enough to see over the cyclists ahead of them, so he described the issue to Julie as they waited to move forward again.

Finally, they made it to the ramp and rolled down to cruise across the street into another neighborhood.

"Ahhhh..." Roman contentedly sighed as they rolled along on the relatively spacious road.

"You are spoiled by having the road to ourselves! Now you will expect to have all of the lane!" Julie teased.

"That doesn't sound too bad, you have to admit," he said fixing his gaze on her.

She gave him a slight nod and smile. "Yes. It does sound wonderful."

They rode on through the city streets, enjoying the positive vibes from the other cyclists, the volunteers cheering them on at each turn, and the spectators as well. Every once in a while, they'd spot some creative soul whose bike, helmet, or body was lit up in some unique and spectacular way. They would cheer for this cyclist, or group in one case, to show their appreciation.

Roman and Julie pulled their bibs to the side, so the team emblems were visible on their jerseys. This led to their getting more attention. Most were very positive, and even the negative was just in good fun.

The route turned northwards, taking them back towards the park on the east side of the mountain. The ride was almost over, and Roman found himself trying to think of a way to delay its end. He didn't want to say goodbye to his cycling partner.

He caught Julie looking at him and smiled shyly. "I'm having so much fun, I don't want it to end," he blurted.

Her smile widened. "Me too! I want to continue riding! Do you have somewhere you need to be tonight?" she asked.

His smile widened as he looked at her hopefully. "Not at all. I'm all yours!" His face fell as he heard the words leave his lips. "I mean-"

"No! You cannot take those words back! You are all mine tonight!" She chuckled with a wicked grin.

He couldn't stop the relieved snort from escaping, and he gave her a happy grin.

They relaxed as the night was no longer ending at the finish line. They were able to enjoy the last few blocks though there was a fair amount of climbing to get back up to the park.

The crowd at the finish line was loud and boisterous, with a brass band playing and volunteers shouting directions through megaphones. Roman could only imagine what it must be like to live in one of the houses facing the park. Cyclists dismounted and walked their bikes into the park where a fairground with rides was set up as well as a few stages for music and shows.

"We should get a picture taken of us to prove we completed the ride," Julie suggested. When Roman nodded, she flagged down one of the ride volunteers and asked her to take their picture. Roman and Julie handed their cell phones to the young woman who gestured for them to get closer together.

Roman was overly aware of how soft Julie felt against his side as he put his arm around her. She didn't seem to be shy about pressing her body against his at all.

He smiled for the picture then held still as the girl switched to his phone. He felt Julie's hand slide down to cup his ass. He looked down at her in surprise and saw an impish smile on her lips. His hand moved on its own to slide from her hip to rest just under her breast, his fingers supporting its weight. The flash went off just as Julie squeaked in surprise.

Julie stepped away but only after she gave his ass a quick squeeze. "Cheeky fellow!" She struggled to hide her grin.

"Me?!? You're the one grabbing my ass!" he responded with a smile.

Julie grabbed Roman's hips and turned his ass towards their photographer who was giggling at their antics. "How could I not squeeze such a muscular ass in tight shorts!" The flash went off again as Julie got a double handful and squeezed.

"Who's being the bold one now?" Roman laughed as he spun around to pull Julie's back against his chest with his arms wrapped around her. His palms rested under her full breasts. He couldn't bring himself to squeeze them as that felt like he'd be stepping over a line, but it felt so good to be holding her in his arms against his body. The flash went off again as their photographer continued to giggle. Their helmets were keeping their faces from getting too close, but he could tell she was smiling. Her arms were wrapped around his, and she wasn't trying to pull away.

"Take one with my camera," she called out to the girl, and they smiled for the next photo.

Roman was beginning to react to the feel of her body against his as her perfect ass was grinding ever so slightly against his growing erection.

The young woman had to leave so she approached to hand back their cell phones. Roman and Julie had to release their hold on each other to take them.

"Cheeky," he sighed as she turned and glanced down at his shorts with a small smile on her lips.

She nodded. "I think we can say we're both guilty of that."

They smiled at each other, both feeling the pull of their attraction.

"Would you like to get a drink?" Julie asked suddenly.

"Sure. Do you have a particular place in mind?" Roman asked

"Someplace close by. Cheap and good. Let's go," she replied with a grin.

They walked their bikes through the busy park until they reached the bike path that ran beside the road they initially climbed to reach the start line. They rode down the hill and followed the bike path down to the main thoroughfare of Sherbrooke Street.

"McGill is a short distance from here!" Julie called out.

"My hotel is across the street," Roman returned, and Julie paused to look.

"Noted," she said with a twinkle in her eyes and headed west on Sherbrooke. Roman followed and did his best to keep an eye on the traffic, not just her amazing ass.

As they rode past the university, she pointed out where she went for classes, and he looked where she pointed.

They turned down Peel to coast down the hill a short distance past Saint Catherine Street to the Peel Pub. Julie found a place to lock the bikes together. Yvonne hadn't given her a lock, so she was grateful Roman's lock fit around both of their bikes. They left their helmets locked to the bicycles as well, and Roman finally got to see Julie's lovely strawberry blonde hair that was straight on top but fell in waves to her shoulders. She ran her fingers through it to fluff it up after being trapped under the helmet.

As they walked back to the pub, Julie reached out and took Roman's hand. They smiled as they realized they were both still wearing their gloves. They pulled them off, and he put them in a mesh pocket on the outside of his backpack. Then Julie's hand found his once more. He liked that.

When they reached the pub, they saw a table opening up in the patio seating set up on the street. With an excited yelp, Julie released his hand and rushed ahead to stake her claim on the table. Roman followed more slowly and gratefully sat in the chair she gestured towards.

A harried busboy arrived and cleared the table for them. He half-heartedly snapped something, and Julie said something back and pouted at him. With a snort, he walked away with the dishes in the small tub he carried.

"What was that?" Roman asked curiously.

"Apparently, there's a waiting list for tables out here," she replied.

"Oh! Should we leave?" he asked beginning to stand.

"No!" she waved him back into the chair. "I told him I was a friend of Claudette, one of the waitresses."

The door pushed open abruptly, and a tall and slim woman wearing a pub apron stepped outside to peer at them. Roman saw her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, she was wearing dark eye shadow, and her eyes weren't showing the warmth of recognizing a friend. He looked to Julie questioningly as he was wondering how good of a friend this waitress was. "This is Claudette?" he asked and saw Julie nod slightly.

He watched the woman stride towards them, and he still wasn't picking up any friendly vibes. Julie appeared to be shrinking back into her chair.

Just before she arrived, Roman took his wallet out and pulled out a fifty. The bright red of the plastic bill caught the waitresses' eye immediately as he rolled it under his fingers on the table. She perceptibly slowed as she reached them. Out of the corner of his eye, Roman saw an older woman move to stand in the doorway to watch them with a suspicious scowl. The manager? Best to assume it was.

The waitress leaned closer to speak to Julie. "You're the friend dropping my name to take a reserved table?" Julie smiled up at her hopefully. Roman casually slid his hand along the table top to put the waitress between it and the manager. She palmed the fifty then leaned down to press her cheeks against Julie's. "You have a very smart friend," she said into her ear. She stood back up and looked to Roman. "What will it be?"

"Anything good, cold, and on tap," he said with a grateful smile. He saw the woman's smile grow warmer. She had lovely eyes and quite the assortment of piercings.

Roman marveled at how women paid more attention to him when he was out with a date. If he'd been alone, he doubted Claudette would have glanced at him twice. That said, if he'd been here with Angelo, he would have been invisible.

"I'll have the same," Julie said to the waitresses' look.

With a nod, Claudette gave Roman another little smile then turned to return to the pub. She nodded to the woman in the doorway who frowned and stepped back inside.

When they were alone, Roman held Julie's eyes. "Being bold and pretty sometimes isn't enough."

Her grin returned. "You think I'm pretty?"

He rolled his eyes as she giggled. "I think you're beautiful. Do you even know that woman?"

Julie shrugged as she glowed from his compliment. "We spoke for a time when I was here last week. She seemed nice."

Roman shook his head in amazement. This girl was going to get herself in trouble with her daring. Granted this time it was only scooping a reserved table and name dropping but she'd done it without a second thought. Julie was relying on luck and her very pretty face. "She was nice. She could have taken the fifty and still had us kicked out."

Julie blinked in surprise. "Fifty?"

Roman smiled incredulously at her. "You didn't see me slip her the money?"

She shook her head apologetically as she bit her lip, then smiled gratefully at him. "So, you must do well at your job?"

He snorted in surprise at how she changed the direction of their conversation. "Yes, I do well. Our family business does very well because we do quality work and we have clients lining up for us to work on their homes. My dad assigns me homes to work on independently, so I get to keep a larger portion of the fee. I mean, I'm not rich or anything but I'm comfortable, and I don't live extravagantly. This weekend trip to Montreal is an annual treat."

"The best treat!" she agreed, and he nodded.

Julie glanced towards the entrance. "Do you think it's safe for me to go in to use the washroom?"

"Be bold," Roman suggested, and she giggled as she nodded.

"Don't go anywhere!" Julie said as she headed for the door.

A few minutes later, Claudette returned with their drinks and set them on the table. "The manager is pissed at me as she's promised the table to another couple. She's such a bitch!"

Roman's smile slipped away. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine. She's just angry at your girlfriend."

He blinked at her for a second then he clued in. "Oh! Julie?"

Claudette's chuckled knowingly. "She leaves the table, and you forget your girlfriend already?"

Roman's face heated up. "We just met tonight. It's a little early for me to be thinking of her as my girlfriend. As nice as that would be," he added. He gave her a twenty for the beer and indicated she should keep the change as he felt sorry about her trouble with her manager. Claudette's smile brightened even further.

When she walked away, there was an extra swing to her hips, and she caught Roman watching as she glanced back.

Julie returned and gave him a delighted smile. "Still here!"

He chuckled. "Of course! I'm having a much better time with you here than I would be having alone in my hotel room."

"Good!" she asserted. "I'm having fun too!"

They sipped at their beer and found it to be very good.

"What's next for Roman Man..."

"Manetti."

"Yes! What's next for Roman Manetti?" Julie said with a grin.

"In what way?" he asked.

"Your life plan," she clarified.

"Ah, we've reached the big question time of the night! I wasn't expecting to reach it so soon. Ok, let's do this!" he took a sip and swallowed. "I have a great job doing something I love, working with people I love, so I suppose the next step is to either find a life partner or buy or build a house for myself first and then find a life partner. I'm not sure what will happen first or what should happen first. I'm not exactly having much success at home meeting someone I would consider dating, much less marrying. Maybe I'm not moving in the right social circles." He held her eyes with his. "Your turn. What's your life plan look like?"

She nodded. "I completed my undergraduate degree. I have a Bachelor of Science Nursing. Now I'm going for my Master of Science Applied in Nursing."

"Congratulations on the degree! How many more years for your Masters?" he asked.

She beamed a happy smile at him. "Two."

"Is that a heavy course load?" he asked.

She grimaced. "Yes! It will be so stressful! But I have the drive, and I will succeed!" she insisted.

He grinned at her fierce look. "You go, girl!"

She giggled happily at his cheerleading then sipped her beer. As she set it down, she blinked at the table. "Ooo, I think I will have to stop at one tonight! I haven't eaten since breakfast, and the beer is going directly to my head!"

"We should order some-" he began but stopped as he saw Claudette approaching their table with a plate of loaded nachos. He looked up at her in surprise.

"One of my tables refused their order of nachos as it had olives on it. Would you care for it? My treat," Claudette said just for their ears.

Roman glanced at Julie who was all grins. "Yes, please!" he said, and Claudette nodded as she placed the plate on their table. She touched Roman's shoulder as she leaned in a little. "Enjoy!"

He was a little overly conscious of the warmth of her touch as she'd been carrying the hot plate of the nachos. "That was very kind of her!" he said to Julie who was giving him a strange look. "What?"

"If I were a jealous woman, I would suspect Claudette is trying to seduce you," Julie said with a sly smile.

Roman snorted. "Because she gave us nachos?!?"

Julie tilted her head as she looked into his eyes. "Have you not heard that the route to a man's heart is through his stomach?"

Roman chuckled as he shook his head. "It's a good thing you aren't a jealous woman, as I think you may be well off the mark with this one. Sure, she may be a little flirty, but the only thing she's after is a tip."

"But the tip of what?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Roman burst into laughter and Julie looked very pleased to get such a strong reaction from him.

They enjoyed the snack as they people watched. The traffic on the street was still busy this late but it was a Friday night, and people were looking for a little fun!

Claudette returned and cleared the empty plate away.

Julie noted she touched Roman's shoulder once more and gave him a broad smile. When the woman left Julie gestured to Roman's shoulder, and he shrugged with a smile as he still believed it was a meaningless gesture.

"Where would you like to ride next?" Roman asked as they prepared to leave.

"I don't feel like climbing the mountain so maybe a ride along Saint Catherine?" she said.

They left the patio and met Claudette who stepped out the door with a smile on her face.

"Thanks for the nachos!" Roman said with a smile.

The waitress stood closer to him and leaned in to whisper to him. "My boss is watching. My job is on the line, so play along." She held Roman's eyes with hers.

He blinked in surprise at her serious tone then her mouth was on his as her hand cupped the back of his head. Her body crushed up against his and that felt wonderful! Her tongue darted into his mouth to tease his tongue, and he felt the cool shock of a piercing. As quickly as it began, she stepped back with a wicked grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she ran a finger along the corner of her mouth.

"Have a lovely night!" she said to him and slipped back inside the pub as Roman stood frozen on the sidewalk.

He felt a tug on his arm and let himself get dragged towards the locked up bikes.

He finally got his brain back play. "What the hell..."

Julie seemed a little subdued as she glanced at him. "I guess I had a reason to be jealous after all."

"No! When she brought out the drinks, she told me her boss was still pissed at her for giving us the table. Just now she said her boss was watching and I needed to play along as her job was on the line. But I had no idea what she was going to do!"

Julie stopped and turned to face him as she took his hands in hers. She looked in his eyes and saw his innocent confusion. "Roman, she played you. I saw them together when I went inside, and they were laughing and friendly. Her job wasn't at risk."

"What? Then why..."

"She wanted to kiss you, in front of me! To prove she could!" Julie said, dropping his hands.

"I don't want to kiss her. I- I want to kiss you!" Roman exclaimed, and Julie looked at him cautiously.

Since he'd already begun his confession, he continued. "I've wanted to kiss you since you first crashed into me!" Julie was smiling so he hadn't offended her.

"Then why don't you?" she asked, her smile becoming coy.

Not wanting to give her time to change her mind, he leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were soft on his, and his arms automatically wrapped around her. She gasped slightly feeling his strong hands on her body. Then it was Roman's turn to gasp as her arms went around him and her hands slid down to squeeze his ass. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and he sucked on it, drawing another moan from her. Their passions flared as the kiss deepened.

Julie suddenly pulled back to look into his eyes. She seemed to be struggling with something then the coy smile was back. "You said you have a hotel room nearby?"

Roman smiled and nodded.

The ride back up the hill to Sherbrooke was agonizingly slow for both of them, but once they were past the climb, they raced along the road, past the university, and on to his hotel.

"The bikes?" Julie asked as they dismounted.

"Be bold!" he said with a grin and walked straight through the front doors, rolling his bike over to the elevators with Julie bringing up the rear. They took the elevator up to his floor, and they hurried down the hall to his room.

Once inside, they rested the bikes against the wall. Julie kicked off her shoes and wandered further inside. It was a pretty standard hotel room with a desk and chair, a small sofa, a coffee table, a chest of drawers, an end table and the highlight of the room, two queen beds.

"Two beds!" Julie said with a smile.

Roman shrugged. "Remember, Angelo was supposed to join me. Now I'm so glad he didn't."

"I'm glad I accepted Yvonne's request to take her place," Julie smiled.

Roman moved closer and put his arms around her. She tilted her face up to him, and he brought his lips down to caress hers. He loved the feel of her soft, plump lips.

"Mmmm! You're a good kisser!" she purred.

"I could kiss you all night!" he sighed.

She giggled. "I had hoped for more than kissing."

"Bold!" he said with a grin.

"I'll show you bold!" she replied with a wicked grin as she knelt before him and took a grip on the waistband of his bike shorts.

Roman's eyebrows went up in surprise as she pulled the tight pants down his legs.

"Oh! Look what you have for me!" Julie exclaimed happily, wrapping the finger and thumb of one hand around the base. Before Roman could say anything, Julie took his growing erection into her mouth and sucked him in all the way down to the root.

"Mmmmm!" she purred with her face pressed against his stomach, causing Roman to gasp from the intense vibrations.

He could feel his cock continuing to grow and press on the back of her throat. He expected her to pull back, but instead, she just straightened her neck to let the head slip further into her throat until he reached maximum rigidity.

Julie slowly pulled back, letting his cock feel her tongue sliding along the underside. He was watching her with rapt attention as she looked up at him with a mischievous grin. Suddenly, she plunged his cock back down to the base, forcing him into her throat. She repeated this slow withdrawal and fast plunge a few times until he thought he might lose his mind.

Finally, she pulled further out than before. When the head reached her lips, she swirled her tongue around the spongy tip. He gasped once more before she released it with a wet pop. "You have a lovely cock, Roman. It fits my mouth so well!"

He pulled his jersey up and over his head as she admired his firm muscles. "I think you may be a little overdressed," he said with a raised eyebrow.

Julie stood up once more, but before she could tug her hockey jersey up, Roman pulled her against his naked body and kissed her deeply. She moaned into the kiss and clung to him as his tongue tangled with hers. Her hands gripped his naked ass and tremors ran through her body. He took a grip of the lower hem of the jersey and lifted. She helped and only broke the kiss when the garment couldn't get past their faces.

Roman leaned back slightly to look down at her chest. He was startled to see her breasts squeezed into a sports bra. It had a zipper running down the center, and this was already halfway down. What was more surprising was the size of Julie's breasts. They looked like they were being squeezed uncomfortably tight in the bra. He automatically reached for the zipped, and she giggled when he managed to get it open only to discover another clip under the zipper. She released this one with a sigh and looked up at him as she bit her lip self-consciously. He was amazed by her proportions. For such a petite woman, her breasts were very large. Certainly, each was more than a handful, even for his big hands. Not that he was complaining, but from how she was breathing more comfortably now, that bra couldn't have been too comfortable.

"You're so beautiful!" he sighed happily, and her face lit up with a bright smile. When he suddenly knelt at her feet and tugged her bike shorts and panties down, she yelped in surprise. Her ass jiggled as he slid his hands back up to squeeze them. She had muscle there beneath the fat. Truthfully, her ass was perfect. Smooth and round like an apple but not huge. Another pleasant surprise was that she was shaved clean down below. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her pussy.

Julie gasped and gripped his hair as her head fell back. She felt his arm wrap around her legs, then she was being lifted from her feet and carried over to the bed. He supported her as he lowered her to the bed, his mouth never leaving her lower lips, his tongue driving her mad.

"OH! Roman! You are very good at this!" she panted.

He suddenly pushed her legs back as he teased and sucked at the wet lips.

"Yes!" she gasped, throwing her head back on the mattress.

He plunged his tongue deep again and again as she thrashed under him. He drank her nectar as he sucked on her soft lips then moved to take her swollen clit into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. He slid a finger into her pussy as he did this and her back arched.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Too good! I am cumming! Roman! Cumming! Yeeessssssss!" she squealed.

His eyebrows rose as Julie reached her climax much quicker than Cindy ever did. With her, his jaw would be aching before she finally reached her release.

He slowly eased off and felt Julie hit a few more small peaks as she came down from her bliss. He lowered her legs to the bed and stood at the end of the bed as she smiled up at him.

"That was wonderful!" she sighed.

He smiled at her and watched an impish grin slip onto her lips as she looked at his thick cock.

"I need a minute or so to recover but why don't you bring that beautiful cock up here for a moment," she said crooking her finger at him. With a smile, he knee-walked up the bed beside her, and she reached out to wrap her fingers around his hard flesh. "Mmmm, you are so hard for me!" She moved her hands to the sides of her large tits and squeezed them together. "Do you like my breasts? Would you like to feel them around your cock?"

Roman loved the way she said cock! Her accent in itself was enough to get him hard as iron, but now she was saying the sexiest things! "I love your breasts, and I'd love to feel that!"

At her gesture, he swung his leg over her torso and pressed his cock down into the space Julie made between her tits. She squeezed them together once more, surrounding his cock with her softness.

Roman's eyes closed in happiness. "That feels so nice!"

"You have never done this before?" Julie asked.

He looked down into her eyes. "No, never."

"Cindy wouldn't do this for you?" she asked with a cheeky grin as he began to stroke forward and back in her cleavage.

"Fuck!" he gasped gently. "No, Cindy's breasts weren't large enough to do this. They were very nice, but there was no way I'd be able to do this with her. This feels so good!" He continued to thrust himself between them.

"Your cock feels very good, but I think it's time for you to put it someplace even better!" she purred. "I'm on the pill so no worries about little Romans or Julies."

He chuckled as he swung his leg over her to move to the side. She immediately rolled over and moved to her hands and knees. "This is my favorite position, and I like it très énergique!"

It didn't take much for Roman to figure out that one. "You like it hard and fast?" he asked as he moved behind her and stared down at her perfect ass. Cindy's had been much smaller and harder as she burned off most of her excess weight jogging.

Julie bit her lip sexily as she nodded at him over her shoulder.

Roman just had to kiss that amazingly sexy ass. He dipped down and grabbed her cheeks in his hands, spreading them so he could thrust his tongue between the wet folds of her pussy.

"AAAAhhh!!! Oh fuck! Roman!" Julie exclaimed.

He sucked and licked as she squirmed in his hands. When he pulled back to admire how wet she'd become he saw her pink little asshole winking at him. He smiled then moved forward to tease it with the tip of his tongue.

"FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!! WHAT!?! What are you doing?!? Fuck!" Julie cried out as her squirming increased.

Roman pulled back from probing her tight sphincter and smiled. "You don't like that?" he asked. He could tell from her body language she did like it, very much.

She looked over her shoulder at him, and he could see her struggle as she chewed gently on her lower lip. She didn't seem to want to admit it, but her pussy was dripping juices down the inside of her thighs.

"I don't have to do that if you don't-"

"No! Do it again. Just a little more," she whimpered.

He squeezed her ass, making her moan, then went back to teasing her puckered orifice. When he slid a thick finger into her pussy as he probed her ass with his stiff tongue, she began to chant softly to herself.

"fuckfuckfuck!oh!shit!Ah!Ah!fuckfuckfuck!"

She suddenly pulled forward and looked back at him. "Roman, please! Fuck me now!"

He moved closer and gripped his cock firmly as he dragged the thick head up and down against her wet lips until it was slick with her juices. Then he thrust forward, driving half of his length into her in one push.

Julie threw her head back as she gasped, so he pulled out and drove himself inside again, going a little further. He kept this up until his hips slapped against her soft ass and he was buried deep.

"Oh Roman! You feel so good inside me!" she purred.

"You feel incredible! You're so incredibly sexy!" he sighed.

She smiled back at him. "Remember what I said."

He grinned and slid himself out to the tip. "I do."

Hips slamming forward, the slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls, and Julie cried out happily. "YES!"

Roman took Julie's hips in his hands and set up a steady rhythm of pounding her ass with his pelvis. She felt so hot, wet, and tight around his cock and the sounds she was making told him she was enjoying it as much as he was. She was driving herself back against him, so he knew he wasn't hurting her. That said, her ass was turning red from the constant slapping as was his pelvis. The stinging mixed with the intense pleasure, and he thought it might be prolonging his release.

"YesyesyesyesFUCK! OH! YesyesyesyesFUCKFUCKFUCK! Fuck me, Roman! So good!" she squealed as she held herself up with one hand and pulled on a nipple with her other.

Suddenly, he could feel his pleasure begin to spike, and he knew he was almost there. He couldn't tell if Julie was close or already riding through a series of continuous orgasms as she was clamping down on his cock each time he drove it deep. In desperation, he rubbed his thumb rapidly over her puckered asshole and got his answer.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" she screamed. Her muscles locked up then shook as a colossal orgasm ripped through her.

Roman was swept away as well, his cum surging deep inside Julie. He pulled her tight against him.

"Yyyeeeeeessssss!" she sighed, feeling his heat filling her.

They rocked together on the bed for what seemed like an eternity until Roman felt himself shrinking inside her. He gently eased back until he slipped free. He sat back on his heels as he panted and watched in fascination as Julie's swollen pussy twitched and pulsed. She'd dropped her face to the mattress, but her ass was still in the air. He felt his cock twitch at the sexy scene before him, but it was too soon to do anything about it.

He grinned sympathetically at how red her ass was from the spanking he'd given it. He reached out with both hands and gently ran his fingertips down those beautiful reddened cheeks.

Julie sucked in a sharp breath as he felt her shiver in reaction. Finally, she couldn't take any more and fell forward to escape his touch.

"Roman! You're going to drive me insane with pleasure!" she cried out pitifully.

He laughed in surprise. "That doesn't seem like such a terrible thing."

She turned her head and looked back at him with a sweet pout which just made his smile wider.

He stretched out on his side next to her, resting his head in his palm. "I can't get over how incredibly beautiful and sexy you are and how fortunate I am you fell into my arms!"

Her pout became a satisfied smile. "Thank you for the compliment. I too feel very fortunate! That was the best ever!"

He raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Best ever?"

She gave him a false look of outrage. "How can you doubt me?!?"

He shook his head. "I don't doubt you. I doubt myself! I don't have that much experience and certainly never with anyone as amazing as you!"

She stretched her face towards him, and he leaned forward to caress her lips with his. She sighed when they pulled back. "Mmmm! That is what I mean! Your kisses are incroyablement sensuels!" At his blank look, she growled playfully at him. "You need to learn French!" He nodded, and her smile returned. "Sensual? Deliciously so!"

"Only because your kiss is equally sensual!" he insisted with a smile. "I told you I could kiss you all night!"

"I think kissing is all my body has left tonight. I am, how you say, completely fucked," Julie moaned.

"Thoroughly fucked!" he chuckled.

"Yes! That!" she giggled. "It was so good! No one has made it feel so... puissant!"

He chuckled as he shook his head until she mimed flexing her arms. "Strong?" he guessed.

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

He nodded his thanks. "It was the best for me too!"

She moved closer and kissed him again until they both sighed happily and pulled back.

"Can you stay with me tonight? I don't want this night to end," Roman asked hopefully.

Her megawatt smile returned. "I also don't want it to end so yes; I will stay. Tomorrow you can do that thing with your tongue again down there. I don't know why it feels so good, but I must have more!"

He chuckled as he watched her flushed face. She was so damned adorable! "You can have as much as you want!"

"I think we are going to be so much more than good friends, so I forgive you your choice in hockey teams," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Roman laughed and grinned happily. His heart was filling with joy as he held her eye. "I want that so much, I forgive you for being a Habs fan."

She giggled then kissed him again.

It was the sweetest peace treaty he'd ever negotiated.