11 comments/ 59953 views/ 20 favorites No Room at the Inn By: TexRiffraff (Author's notes: This is a work of fiction. In this fantasy, nobody is worried about STDs. In real life, all non-monogamous sex should be practiced using accepted safe-sex precautions. All persons involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Very special thanks to LunaRosa for her perceptive editing. This is a better story because of her insight. This story is written in multiple first person -- all four characters narrate the story. The benefit is getting to see things as they occur from multiple points of view. To me as the writer, that is worth the extra effort to keep up with who's talking. I hope you as the reader agree. Note to readers: If you prefer your stories to be non-stop "action," this probably isn't the story for you -- it is slow to become Literotic. But if you like the characters and stay with it, I think you'll find it worth the effort.) : : : : : H O L L Y : : : The hotel front desk was crazy busy. Dozens of guests were waiting to get their rooms. There was a clerk at every station, working frantically, but the line was growing faster than they could check people in. My friends Shannon, Mark, Jason and I waited patiently. When we got to the front of the line, Shannon went first, she didn't get the bad news. I was next in line, I did. : : : : : Three years earlier: S H A N N O N : : : I had just graduated from college, and jobs were scarce. In my senior year I interned with ZNN, the cable news channel, working evenings and weekends, and I guess I impressed someone, because they offered me a job. It was entry-level, and a bit of a sham: thirty-five hours a week, which they called part-time, so they didn't have to pay benefits. But it was a foot in the door, network experience that would at least look good on my resume. M A R K : : : When I graduated, I returned to my little home town, and spent a year at the small TV station there. On a trip to the big city to visit a college buddy, on a whim I applied at ZNN. I couldn't believe it when they offered me a position. It didn't pay shit, but it was an "in," and I snapped it up. The idea of moving to the city was overwhelming. Everything cost more, and distances were huge. It took forever to get anywhere, and I didn't know anybody. The one good thing was, I had gotten back together with my high school sweetheart, and she was going to move with me. At the last minute, however, she got cold feet and bailed, so I hit the city alone. H O L L Y : : : I had worked at ZNN for a few months, and it was a great job, except for the pay -- my paychecks were decimated by rent and car payment. To save money, I brown-bagged lunch. At first I just ate at my desk, but it didn't take long to realize what a bad idea that was: while I sat there, it looked like I was on the clock, so I was constantly interrupted. The network encouraged tourist visits and school field trips, so the building had a huge atrium with a food court, with dozens of tables. I started taking my lunch down there. J A S O N : : : The food court was great, but of course everyone breaks for lunch around noon, so it was always crowded. Every day it was the same ordeal: I'd hover around the edges, looking for a place to sit, competing with dozens of others doing the same thing. One day I had waited a particularly long time, and my food was getting cold. I saw a lady vacating her table, and made a beeline for it. I arrived simultaneously with a really cute girl, wearing a ZNN employee badge just like mine. I really wanted to sit and eat, but I was raised to defer to ladies, so I said, "Go ahead, I'll get the next one." "Sit," she said, smiling, "we can share, there's plenty of room." I was hungry, she was friendly -- and pretty -- so I did. S H A N N O N : : : I guess that made us officially the first to meet. I had already noticed him -- we all did the food court every day, and it didn't take long to recognize the regulars. A couple of days later, I was looking for a table, and Jason already had one. I caught his eye, and he gestured at the empty chair across from him. Before long, we were sitting together almost every day. I had a boyfriend, so I didn't really consider Jason romantically, which normally I would have, because he was hot, and fun, and obviously I knew he had a great job. The third or fourth time we sat together, I saw Kristin, who sits near me in the office, looking for a seat, so I asked Jason if he'd mind if she joined us. J A S O N : : : Kristin is another looker, and fun to talk to, so she was definitely welcome. Her friend Mark joined us a few days later, and he fit right in, too. Before long, there were seven of us. I mean, it was never all seven at once, most of the tables there seat four, so every day there'd be a different three or four of us. But the core group was seven. M A R K : : : I got to where I really looked forward to lunch. The girls were gorgeous, and everyone was fun to be around. I had a serious crush on Shannon -- she was intelligent, outgoing, and witty, and she had the face of an angel, great boobs, and killer legs. She already had a guy, though, and frankly, the other girls were every bit as fun and pretty, so I didn't pursue her. We always had plenty to talk about: what clubs and bands were hot, where the cheap happy hours were, what restaurants had good food and atmosphere, but were affordable. We all dated (not each other), and had stories to tell about great dates, and even better stories about lousy ones. We all drove used cars, some of them more "used" than others, so if one of us found a mechanic who could fix things that would stay fixed, and perhaps charge less, we'd share that. H O L L Y : : : I really liked Jason, and since Shannon seemed to know the most about the group, I asked her about him. "Jason is great," she said. "But take your time, Colin is also a great guy, and Mark is too. They're all smokin' hot. No guy wants to feel like your second choice, so before you make your move, be sure Jason is really the one." She had a point, Colin and Mark were amazing. Deep down inside, though, Jason was who I wanted. Unfortunately, by the time I was ready to act on it, we were all such tight friends, it didn't seem right to disrupt things by reaching for romance. S H A N N O N : : : Entry level positions aren't very stable at the network, there's a lot of turnover -- management calls it "churn." A lot of the new-hires simply don't work out, but the low pay and long hours inspire the rest of us to look for opportunities elsewhere. Ideally, we'd all like to advance within ZNN, but just as often, the next position is somewhere else. Colin was the first of our core seven to move on -- he got a fantastic position with PBS and moved to Washington, DC. It gave us all hope. Kristin was the next to go, hired away by a network affiliate in Los Angeles. Then Melody got engaged to a guy who got transferred to Chicago. That left four of us. M A R K : : : The first time we traveled together was a long weekend. Jason and I were both going to do the family thing at Christmas, so for Thanksgiving we booked cheap flights to a little town in the Smoky Mountains, which had a bed & breakfast I read about that sounded fabulous. Shannon and Holly were going to visit their families, but those plans fell through for both of them. The b & b wasn't sold out, so the girls joined us. Long story short, we had a great time. By our second year at the network, we had all gotten past the phony "part-time" status, and were officially staff. Among other things, that meant we got paid vacation. Just one week that first year, but that's better than nothing. Holly was going to use her week to go to Oregon and meet her boyfriend's family, but they broke up instead. Once again, Jason and I had planned a trip, this time to Santa Fe. She began dropping hints, so we invited her to join us. S H A N N O N : : : My boyfriend was becoming less and less tolerant of the long hours I was working, so we split up. What, I was going to be the only one not going to Santa Fe? We had such a great time in the Smokies, joining them was a no-brainer. The Smokies trip was just a long weekend, Santa Fe was for a whole week. I wondered if it might get weird, two guys and two girls, spending all that time together. If one pair or another started to hook up, it could get awkward. I shouldn't have worried, by then we were such solid friends, no romantic overtones reared their ugly heads. It was a fabulous week. H O L L Y : : : Santa Fe solidified it -- from that point on, we planned all our vacations together. We were all climbing the career ladder at the network, which meant longer hours than ever at the office. That left none of us in any danger of having a steady BF or GF. The good news was, that meant there was no one to object to our trips together, or want to come along. We all dated, though, it's not like we were monks or nuns. It was funny, Monday at lunch, I could always tell who had a great weekend, and who didn't. We knew each other so well, just from body language and facial expressions, it was obvious: Mark got laid, Jason didn't but hadn't expected to, and Shannon had expected to, but it didn't work out (jeez, what kind of moron would mess up the opportunity to sleep with a hottie like Shannon -- I'm just sayin'). J A S O N : : : We did holiday weekends in New Orleans, Colorado, then Santa Monica -- we got rooms in a small bed and breakfast barely a block from the beach. By then we'd all advanced to getting a real paid vacation of two full weeks, and we put together a mega-trip to the northeast -- the first time we had planned an entire two weeks together. We were going to New York City for a week, then the second week at another b & b, this time in rural Vermont. New York was going to be a whirlwind -- we had tickets to two Broadway shows, live jazz at both Iridium and The Blue Note, and a Yankees game. During the day we'd visit the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, and the art museums. Vermont would be the opposite: all we had was four rooms, a rent car, and maps. We made loose plans for hiking, a winery or two, maybe a maple syrup farm, all very low-key and relaxing. H O L L Y : : : Our flight to New York was fine, our cab to the hotel was fine, and Shannon got her room fine, but after that, the wheels came off. I was next in line. The desk clerk looked up from her terminal and said, "I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not showing that reservation." I gave her the confirmation number, but she shook her head. That was ridiculous, we'd booked all four rooms at the same time, and Shannon's reservation was fine. Knowing that if I took a room there at the counter, I would lose the on-line discount, but realizing I didn't have many options, I asked, "Okay, how much can I get a room for?" "We're sold out." Shit... J A S O N : : : A different clerk gave me the same story. Fuck me in the heart... All those tickets here in the city, airfare to Vermont a week from now, and no place to sleep. No room for Mark either. So, now what? I got my phone out and fired up the browser, to see if I could find some rooms, hopefully nearby. I hated the thought that we'd be in different hotels, we had always stayed under the same roof before. S H A N N O N : : : The lobby only had a few places to sit, and they were all taken. Holly, Mark, and Jason had their phones out, and stood uncomfortably, searching for rooms on-line. Their body language indicated they weren't having any luck. Jason in particular looked like he was getting seriously aggravated. "Hey everybody," I said. I held up my key, "Maybe we only have one room, but at least it has places to sit -- come on up." The room turned out to be quite nice, with two queen-size beds and a sitting area with a love seat and two chairs. The guys went to work on their phones, and Holly got her tablet out. I stepped out, saying I'd be right back. I went down to the lobby bar and got four beers to-go. When I got back to the room, the air was thick with tension. "No luck?" Mark said, "Nothing." Jason said, "Not really. I found one room at the Ritz-Carlton, it's $529 a night." Holly said, "The Plaza has a single for $659 a night." "A night? That's ridiculous," I said. They all nodded in agreement. We sat in stony silence, drinking our beers. "Look around you," I said. "I see two queen-size beds. We can all sleep here, easily. There's no reason to get any more rooms, especially at those rates." Nobody argued, but I could tell from the body language, they weren't thrilled. M A R K : : : I said, "Um, there's no reason you needed to know this until now, but I don't really sleep in, uh, jammies. Or anything, really." Jason said, "Um, well, same here." S H A N N O N : : : I savored that vision, for just a second, and answered, "No problem. We've all been swimming together, just sleep in your tighty whities-" Jason interrupted, "Boxers." I continued, "-whatever, sleep in your underwear, it's no more revealing than a bathing suit. I sleep in a t-shirt," Holly nodded that she did too, "you've seen way more of me than that at the beach." Everyone nodded. H O L L Y : : : By then it was almost 8:00, and I was hungry. The hotel was near Carnegie Deli, so we headed there. We all left our luggage in Shannon's room. No one had unpacked yet, so I guess it wasn't "official" that we were all staying there. It was good to get outside, even in the concrete canyons of New York City. It only takes a bit of effort to see the sky, and it was a crystal clear evening, not a single cloud. Sunset was spectacular; it made me feel like maybe things would be okay. Nature was showing off that evening -- I have no idea how the sky can go from golden to aqua to purple in a smooth gradation, but it did. M A R K : : : Carnegie Deli was great. Jason had been there before, and on his advice we all got matzo ball soup, chocolate egg creme, and these amazing mile-high sandwiches -- mine was pastrami dressed with a layer of chopped liver, Russian dressing, and cole slaw. (I know, most people hate chopped liver, but I like it.) I'll say this: anybody that makes light of chicken soup being a universal remedy hasn't had the matzo ball soup at Carnegie Deli. I was wondering whether to bring up the room situation, but Shannon beat me to it, saying, "So, no one seems to have come up with other arrangements, are we agreed that we're all sharing my room?" We all nodded. Shannon put her hand out over the table, palm down, and we added ours on top, in that three musketeers "all for one" thing. With that settled, we headed back to the hotel. In the elevator going up, I said, "We don't know how long the hot water lasts here. I assume everyone wants to shower, and the ladies should go first. But I'd ask that you keep it short, so maybe there'll be some hot water left for us guys." Everyone nodded. S H A N N O N : : : I showered first, they all insisted on it because it was "my" room. I had to take a deep breath as I stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a t-shirt. They'd seen much more of me than that before, most of my bikinis are tiny, but somehow, in the seclusion of a hotel room, I felt much more exposed. M A R K : : : My heart skipped a beat when Shannon came out of the bathroom -- I've never gotten over the crush I've had on her since day one, even though I never let it show. She's so gorgeous, and in her t-shirt, somehow she seemed vulnerable in a way I'd never seen before, in a very sexy way. She must have felt it too -- her nipples were trying to knife their way through the front of her shirt. I did my best not to stare. S H A N N O N : : : I thought, "Hello, nipples, what are you doing? This isn't what you think." They argued, going, "No, actually, it isn't what YOU think." J A S O N : : : Holly grabbed her stuff and headed for the shower. I said, "Wait, before you do that, let's figure out the 'arrangements.' Who, um, is sleeping where?" Everyone was hesitant, making a long uncomfortable silence. Shannon finally said, "Look, this doesn't have to be awkward, we're just four friends with only one room, right? Let's just draw straws, or rock-paper-scissors, anything. I mean, it's just sleeping, right?" I nodded at Shannon and Holly and said, "I wonder if one or both of you would really be as comfortable sharing a bed with a guy as you would be with each other, and I don't think anyone should feel put on the spot. Maybe it should be ladies in one bed, and Mark and I can take turns in the other. I'll sleep on the couch tonight." S H A N N O N : : : No one spoke. I went and sat on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek. I said, "That's very sweet and considerate, but not necessary. I'm sure everyone will behave." Holly nodded in agreement. Despite the chasteness of what I said, my tummy turned little flip-flops as I sat in Jason's lap. Actually, the flip-flops might have been somewhat lower than my tummy -- we've all been friends for such a long time, but he and Mark are still hot guys. Make that VERY hot guys. I noticed that his cock twitched as it realized that a nearly-naked girl was sitting on it. H O L L Y : : : I recalled some sensational New Year's Eve kisses with the guys, as well as how fine they look in their swimsuits. I subdued that thought and expanded upon what Shannon said. "I say no one sleeps on the couch. It's actually a love seat, anyway, and it's way too small for either one of you, you'd be miserable on it. I'll share a bed with either one of you. Even if we're under the same covers in our underwear, I know you won't molest me. You guys figure out who's with whom, I'm taking a shower." As I headed for the bathroom, I felt a ripple of excitement as it occurred to me I might end up paired with Jason. I'd wanted him for such a long time. In all the things we'd done together, I'd never gotten to "be with" him... M A R K : : : Holly shut the bathroom door. Shannon pointed at me and said "Eenie, meenie, minie, moe," alternating her finger between Jason and me. It came to rest on Jason. "You're with me, big boy," she said. "And you ARE taking a shower before you get in bed with me." I'm pretty sure I hid my disappointment. My heart (and my cock) had pulsed a bit when she pointed at me, but then she ended up with him. It probably wouldn't lead to anything, but I would love even being under the covers with her. Waiting for my turn in the shower, I must have briefly dozed off with that happy thought, because the next thing I knew, I felt my dick straining against my jeans, and someone had plopped onto my lap, saying, "Is that for me?" H O L L Y : : : I exited the bathroom, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties, hoping that I'd find myself paired with Jason. Yes, I knew he wouldn't molest me, but if it's consensual, then it's not molesting, right? I needed to quit thinking that, it'd be terrible to wreck the best friendships I've ever had. I was clearly the only one having naughty thoughts, so I tried to calm down. Jason gathered his toiletries and headed for the bathroom. Shannon gestured quickly between me and Mark, signaling me I had been paired with him. Just as well, I guess, things could get out of hand if I was with Jason. Mark looked like he had dozed off, and must have been having quite a happy dream -- he had an impressive stiffie showing. I thought for a second that maybe this night still held some possibilities, then squashed the thought -- these are my best friends. A few minutes ago Shannon sat on Jason's lap in her underwear, and I was feeling playful, so I did the same to Mark. I threw my arms around his neck, felt his hard-on on my thigh, and squealed, "Is that for me?" : : : : : No Room at the Inn M A R K : : : I was the last to shower, and as the hot water flowed over me, it struck me that there's no tired like out-of-town tired -- I was beat. I must not have been the only one -- by the time I exited the bathroom, they already had the lights out. I slid into bed with Holly, still a little disappointed it wasn't Shannon. I only needed a second to overcome that; Holly is every bit as attractive as Shannon. Most guys would kill to be with either one of them. They both have amazing bodies, with high, firm breasts, graceful, flowing waists, flat tummies, soul-stirring asses, and legs for days. Shannon is a little taller, maybe 5' 8, and slightly thinner, with rich brown hair. Holly is slightly shorter, about 5' 5 or 6, more voluptuous, definitely more top-heavy, with wavy, honey blonde hair. Holly was on her side, facing away from me, so I spooned in behind her. I rested my arm across her waist, above the covers, and kissed the back of her head, whispering, "Good night." I relaxed, thinking that in about thirty seconds, I'd be out like a light. H O L L Y : : : My mind was racing too fast to consider sleep. I had thought that it would be no big deal to share a bed with my friend Mark, that I wouldn't get all hot and bothered, but it wasn't turning out that way. I remembered when we all first met. In those earliest days, I had the hots for Jason, that's true, but I thought Mark was the sexiest. I wanted Jason for my boyfriend, but I had recurring fantasies about having a one-nighter with Mark, if it could be done without upsetting the group dynamic. M A R K : : : I was drifting off, still spooning Holly, but I kept noticing that it felt like she was snuggling back into me. No, I was just imagining it. But, there it was again, a distinct, tiny wiggle of her hips, pushing her amazing ass into my groin. "Little Mark" definitely noticed. I was already half-erect, then she did it again, bringing me closer to completely hard. She reached out from under the covers, grasped the hand I had on her waist, and gently pulled it under, placing it on her upper hip. Her t-shirt had risen past her waist, and my hand was now on warm, bare skin, the delicious curve between her ribs and her luscious hips. H O L L Y : : : I didn't want him to go to sleep, but I didn't want to disturb Shannon and Jason. I was horny as hell, but I wasn't sure if taking things to a sexual place was a good idea. I just knew I wanted it, tonight anyway, and it seemed Mark was on the same page -- I could feel his hard-on pressing into my backside. I listened carefully in the direction of the other bed, and could clearly hear Shannon and Jason breathing slowly and deeply, on the edge of deep sleep. I had no idea if they were light sleepers, but just in case, I thought we should give them a few more minutes. M A R K : : : Then she was still, and I decided that I must have imagined it. Not entirely, I still had a delightful handful of her flank, but that wasn't necessarily an invitation to sex. Then, as I drifted back towards sleep, she took my hand again, slowly pulled it up under her t-shirt, and placed it over her breast. There was no way I misinterpreted that! When my fingertips found her nipple, she quietly worked her hand around behind her, and surrounded my dick, squeezing it as it tried to escape from my jockeys. H O L L Y : : : I slowly turned over, hooked my leg around his ass, recaptured his cock with my hand, and found his lips with mine. We kissed forever, massaging each other's lips with our own, caressing each other's tongues. When we came up for air, I whispered into his ear, "Let's give them a little longer to get to sleep, then maybe we can do this without disturbing them." I felt him nod. S H A N N O N : : : The sound of kissing is unmistakable, especially in a dark, silent room. So is the sound of whispering. I couldn't hear what she said, but it was definitely Holly, and the urgent tone of her whispering told me that I wasn't the only horny person in the room. I mean, I assumed the guys were horny, guys are always horny. Now I knew that all four of us were. H O L L Y : : : We enjoyed another long, silent kiss. He did something to my tongue that felt incredible, and I regretted that by being stealthy, we probably wouldn't be able to do oral -- I'd love to feel him do that to my clit. I bet it would launch me straight into orbit. We were still on our sides, face to face. I placed my hand on his side, hoping he'd read that as "hold, please." I rolled onto my back, just long enough to lift my hips and slip my panties off. He took the opportunity to jettison his jockeys. Then I hooked my leg over his waist, rolled him onto his back, and straddled him. I sat up straight, found his hands, and led them to the hem of my t-shirt. That was all the hint he needed, I raised my arms and he pulled it over my head. M A R K : : : There was very little light in the room, just a glow from the alarm clock, but my eyes had adjusted, and it was just enough to see her breasts. They were more incredible than I ever imagined -- grapefruit size, slightly pear shaped, hardly any sag, with large areolae. As incredible as they looked, though, when I cupped them in my hands, they felt even better. She leaned forward to where a nipple hung down over my mouth. I blew onto it, then vibrated the tip of my tongue across it. I sucked it deep into my mouth, caressing it with the soft, wide part of my tongue. I released it, and moved over to where I could do something similar to the other one. H O L L Y : : : There's no way he could have known how sensitive my breasts are, and how perfectly he made love to them. My whole body shivered, just from what he did with his mouth. I could feel his cock, trapped between his abdomen and my slit. Normally I'd rub myself up and down his length to get myself more ready for insertion, but the moment was so electric, so erotically charged, there was no need for that. I simply lifted my hips, positioned his tip at my entrance, and lowered myself down over him. M A R K : : : I don't think I've ever felt a pussy that was so hot. Not hot as a metaphor, but hot as in warm to the touch -- physically, thermally hot. H O L L Y : : : Usually, I'd start out by easing in his entire length, then grinding myself down over his abdomen, directly stimulating my clit. Then when I'm near cumming, I'd start to rock my hips, deep fucking him, giving him the friction that he needs to get off. This time, I didn't need any of that. I was so stimulated, I just needed to FUCK. The more I stroked him, the better it felt, and the better it felt, the faster I went. It didn't take either one of us very long. I felt his cock pulsing, cumming up into me, and that's all it took, my universe erupted in the brightest super-nova of an orgasm I had ever felt. I came so hard, I couldn't keep moving, but Mark kept pistoning up into me, making up for the motion I lost. Good teamwork! Finally, I collapsed over him, trembling. Sleep would be quick, and deep. The last thing I heard as I drifted off was the unmistakable sound, from the other bed, of people fucking. : : : : : S H A N N O N : : : I almost said, "You know, we can totally hear you over here." But I didn't. What they were doing, as they explored each other, was so innocent and sweet, I'm glad I didn't disrupt it. Jason obviously also noticed. He whispered "Are you awake?" into my ear, and going with the flow of eroticism in the room, I answered non-verbally, with a deep kiss. He stiffened briefly, and I worried that I may have gone too far, that he was offended and didn't want to go there, but he was just being a gentleman. He whispered, "Are you sure?" It was too dark for him to see a nod, but I figured that pulling my t-shirt over my head would be enough of an answer. J A S O N : : : I went to pull her panties off, but she wasn't wearing any. My hands, expecting fabric and elastic, instead found tummy, waist and ass. Her skin was tight, smooth, and feverishly warm. My cock, which was already in the process of realizing there was an opportunity here, shot to full attention -- I guess she had been commando all this time. S H A N N O N : : : I was so aroused that I didn't need any foreplay. I didn't WANT any foreplay. J A S O N : : : She slid my boxers down, rolled onto her back, and pulled me on top of her, guiding my cock straight into her pussy. Wow! I mean, wow! S H A N N O N : : : I'm sure I startled him, but it was what I needed, and he sure didn't seem to mind. We kissed while he long-stroked me, plunging slowly from the tip to the hilt. J A S O N : : : She was so wet, so hot, so slick. We fit together incredibly well. She crossed her ankles behind the small of my back, and met every thrust with one of her own. Time came to a standstill. It felt like nothing existed except cock and pussy. We gradually sped up, accelerating toward the ultimate end. As I got close, she repositioned her feet, crossing them behind my shoulder blades. The change in angle allowed my final half inch in. My cock twitched in appreciation. We came together, her pussy convulsing, clamping over my cock and releasing it, as I launched my cum up into her. Her entire body tensed, and she tightened her arms and legs around me, squeezing me tight. S H A N N O N : : : He was somehow able to keep thrusting into me, which extended my orgasm even longer. From the peaks we attained, we somehow landed on our sides, face to face, our arms draped over each other, our legs intertwined. My body shook deeply with aftershocks. J A S O N : : : I remember her kissing my face, and then I fell straight into deep sleep. S H A N N O N : : : I don't remember falling asleep. I know I could have slept for days. Unfortunately, some creep had set the freakin' alarm! : : : : : J A S O N : : : I'm the creep that set the alarm, but then I'm the guy that made and paid for the reservations at the Statue of Liberty. You have to book weeks in advance, but if you do, you can go into the statue, all the way up inside her head, and actually look out the slots in her crown. If you can get reservations, if you're not claustrophobic, if you don't have a fear of heights, and if your knees are up to the task of several hundred steps, up and down, it's a fabulous way to spend a morning. We barely made it on time. We were running so late, we didn't have time for any breakfast other than a power bar in the taxi, so by the time we got back to Manhattan from Liberty Island, we were all famished. It was early for lunch, but we headed into the first hole-in-the-wall pizza joint we could find. I don't remember food ever tasting so good. S H A N N O N : : : Next step was to catch a cab up to the art museums, but as we finished our pizza, I said, "So, about last night." No one responded. Holly tried to look innocent, Jason didn't say anything, and Mark looked like he was going to say something, but then didn't. I sighed. "We don't have to talk about it, if nobody wants to. But, I have a question." No one responded. "Well, then, here it is: Is anybody feeling possessive?" Nobody answered. Mark finally said, "That's not the question I was expecting." I said, "That was a hell of a line we crossed last night. If we handle it wrong, someone could get seriously hurt." The resulting silence was so awkward, though, I didn't pursue it. I settled for asking, "So, we're all OK? Still friends, just with 'benefits' now?" By staring at each of them one by one, I got three nods. H O L L Y : : : I said, "I have a question, too." Everyone groaned -- getting too serious for vacation, I guess. I continued anyway. "There are still four of us, and we're still sharing one room with two beds, so we still need to double up. My question is this: What about tonight?" Mark said, "THAT was the question I expected. I'm still glowing from last night, I haven't thought about tonight." Jason said, "Me either." Shannon nodded that she hadn't either. I said, "It seems to me our choices are: we can declare last night a one-time event, and wisely say no more of that shit because it'll probably fuck everything up. Or, we can pair the same way. Or we can swap." Shannon said, "Before we answer, think about this afternoon. Anticipating tonight could be seriously distracting. I wouldn't want anything to interfere with enjoying the art museums. With that in mind, should we decide now, or at dinner?" "Dinner." "Dinner." I agreed, "Yeah, dinner." Shannon said, "Dinner it is." That was easy. : : : : : S H A N N O N : : : The museums were, of course, fabulous. The concierge at our hotel recommended the Stage Door Deli, said it was better than Carnegie. I'd say it was different -- as good as, but not better. I think our discussion about tonight was the shortest discussion we ever had: I said, "So..." and before I could even restate the question, Jason said, "Swap." Holly and Mark said, "Swap." "Swap," I said. : : : : : Again, they insisted that I shower first, which I didn't think was necessary, since by then we knew the hot water lasted. But it enabled me to make a statement: when I was done, I took the deepest breath of my life and opened the door. I wasn't wearing a t-shirt, and I wasn't wrapped in a towel. I was completely naked, my arms shamelessly at my sides. Holly hissed, "Shannon!" Mark and Jason were speechless. Not believing what I was doing, I raised my arms, and did a slow twirl, showing them ALL the sights. I swear I could feel their eyeballs scorch my skin as they scanned me from top to bottom. "Well," I said, "it's not like last night. Tonight, we know what we're going to end up doing. I'm just setting the mood." M A R K : : : Shannon was shaved almost completely smooth. All she had left was a little circle, about the size of a quarter, right at the top of her slit. Unusually for a shaved girl, though, her little puff wasn't trimmed short -- she had taken the trouble to leave it really long. I tried not to stare, but I could see little droplets of arousal clinging to the curls, emphasizing its length. I knew that Holly had a narrow landing strip -- I hadn't seen it in the near-darkness last night, but I definitely felt it. I didn't get to see it now either. Even though Shannon was already naked, Holly went in and shut the bathroom door before she undressed. Shannon plopped down on the bed and we chatted while Holly showered, just like we had last night, except tonight Shannon was NAKED, and this time I didn't doze off. With Jason and I still dressed, and her laying there, all stretched out, not covering anything up, with just that little dot of pubic hair, she seemed so much more than just naked. I was the last to shower. Holly and Jason had followed Shannon's lead and exited the bathroom naked, so I felt like I should too. Only thing was, I spent my entire shower thinking about how I was finally going to get to sleep with Shannon, and how her tits and pussy had looked when she exited the bathroom. By the time I was done drying, I was sporting 100% full wood. Oh well, as embarrassing as that felt, I was among friends. It's not like we have much in the way of secrets left between us... The three of them were sitting on the beds, talking, until I rejoined them. Holly and Jason fell into each other's arms. Shannon was sitting on the bed farthest from the bathroom, and she tracked my progress across the room like she had planted a CIA homing device on me. I knew Shannon's breasts were smaller than Holly's, but I never realized how much -- I'd guess about two cup sizes, maybe three. She told me one time she thinks they're too small. That's ridiculous, I think they're fabulous. In fact, don't tell Holly, I think Shannon's are sexier -- they're so perfectly round, and have a little more of that tantalizing ripple under the skin when they bounce. Somehow they make her more sensuously feminine. Maybe having less bosom draws less attention away from her flat tummy, her wonderfully sleek waist, and her luscious hips. Anyway, fine, they're smaller, whatever, I don't care. At that moment, all I knew was, she was achingly beautiful. I stood over her, admiring her. She was one exquisite creature -- I couldn't find a flaw. She was soft, yet she was firm. She was slender, yet she was curvaceous. She was graceful, she was delicate, she was perfection. I thought, she could have posed for the Greek sculptors. Cleopatra would have looked ordinary next to her. Richard Burton would have taken the Cartier-Burton diamond back from Elizabeth Taylor and given it to Shannon. John Derek would have passed over Ursula Andress, Linda Evans, AND Bo Derek to be with her. Brad would have picked her over Angelina. I must have taken too long, because she patted the bed beside her, interrupting my thoughts, and said, "Are you just gonna window shop? Or do you wanna come in, maybe try something on?" I laughed and slid in next to her. : : : : : H O L L Y : : : I was finally going to have my moment with Jason. I'm sure Mark's shower didn't actually last forever, but it felt like it. He emerged from the bathroom, finally, naked like the rest of us, and it was very sweet, he already had a raging hard-on for Shannon. What I was focused on, though, was I was finally going to get too sleep with Jason. J A S O N : : : Holly ran her fingers through the hair on my chest, caressing me softly. Tonight had a completely different mood -- there was no stealth, no haste, no sense of getting away with something. Last night, as incredible as it was, had a frantic feel, like if we didn't get the deed done quickly enough, the carriage would turn back into a pumpkin. Tonight we had the luxury of taking all the time we wanted. H O L L Y : : : Last night was exciting because it felt so taboo, like we were getting away with something. Tonight was exciting in a completely different way -- pure, raw sexuality. Jason ravished my breasts for a minute, but as much as I enjoyed that, what I wanted, what I had wanted for years, what I wanted right now, was his cock in me, and at that moment I wanted to start with it in my mouth. J A S O N : : : She seemed very eager to get down to my dick, and who am I to disagree with that? I also wanted to get to feast on her, though, so I spun around under her. She got to have my cock, I got to have her pussy. I pulled her lips apart and dived in. H O L L Y : : : Oh my god, his cock was wonderful, it was everything I had hoped for. And oh my god, his tongue was talented, it was better than I imagined. His lips, my slit, his tongue, my clit, I don't know exactly what he did down there, but whatever it was, he took me to all the right places. J A S O N : : : She sure seemed to love my mouth, the way she pressed herself into it. And, she seemed to love my cock at least as much. I had heard of hum jobs -- if that was what she was doing to me, then I'm a fan. I'm not sure she realized she was humming; the way she mashed her groin onto my face, I think that she may have just been really enjoying herself. I liked it so much, I hummed back onto her. My mouth settled comfortably into her slit, freeing my hands to explore her tits from below. H O L L Y : : : I don't think he realized he was moaning onto my clit. The vibration was driving me absolutely wild. Then when his fingers found my nipples, it was game over -- I came so hard, I was afraid I was going to injure him. J A S O N : : : One of the things I love about oral is how up close and personal the lady's orgasm is. There's not any doubt -- there's no way she's faking it. It puts a very different spin on "in your face," and I love that. The down side is, one of my other favorite things is cumming together, and that's not gonna happen when you're giving head. Unless, of course, you sixty-nine. That's what's so great about it, it's the perfect solution: you get your "cake" AND eat it too. No Room at the Inn Her thighs, her arms, her back, they all went completely stiff, and her pussy pulsated all over my face. She froze under the intensity of what she was feeling, luckily for me with my dick at its deepest in her mouth, and she seemed unable to stroke me for a moment. She compensated by sucking as hard as she could, and that's all it took -- the combination of that intense suction plus how sweetly she was cumming for me, I exploded into her mouth. : : : : : M A R K : : : Shannon turned toward me, and pulled me in, wrapping me in her arms and legs. We kissed, softly. She teased my nipples with her fingertips, and gradually escalated the kiss from a gentle spring mist to a typhoon. This girl kissed me like she had eavesdropped on my fantasies. She massaged my lips with hers, she wrestled my tongue like she was trying to tie it in a knot, she lightly bit my lips, she sucked my tongue in and out like it was a mini-cock. Her mouth was the perfect shape, the perfect size, the perfect softness, the perfect fit to mine. While she did all that, she pressed my cock against my belly, tracing its length with her slit, marking it as her territory with her scent. She seemed to have further plans for her mouth than just kissing. She lowered herself down my chest, tonguing my navel for a moment like it was a pussy. S H A N N O N : : : He tried to turn around so we could do each other simultaneously, but I whispered, "You can do me after you cum, while you recover for the main event." I gave him a moment to comprehend that. When I felt his cock twitch, I knew he got it. I drew his cock in, sucking it deeper and deeper, until it bumped the back of my throat. I think he expected me to slide right back off of it, and get this blowjob started, but I had other ideas. I just held it there, swirling my tongue slowly across the underside, while I alternated sucking hard on him and sucking softer. M A R K : : : Whatever she was doing down there drove my dick insane -- it was like a freeze-frame of the final instant before cumming. I've never felt such an intense sensation, and it seemed she could make it last as long as she wanted. She pulled back off my cock, leaving a thick sheen of saliva, and rather than taking it back into her mouth, she fisted it, corkscrewing slowly around the base. She kissed my balls, and sucked on the sensitive skin of my scrotum. I tensed -- I have very sensitive balls, and anything other than the most delicate handling can hurt. Her touch was perfect, though, she sensed perfectly where the line was between my pain and pleasure, and she stayed unerringly on the blissful side. S H A N N O N : : : I went even lower, licking and sucking on the ultra-sensitive skin between his nuts and his anus. I love it when a guy does that to me, and I make it a point to do things to him that I love -- not only do I get off on the power of causing that much pleasure, but it also plants the idea that, a little later, he could do the same thing to me. When you go first, it's kind of like writing an x-rated letter to Santa, with no limitations -- if your lover is attentive, and I had a feeling Mark was, you can ask for all the things you want without saying a word. M A R K : : : She confined her hand action to swirling around the base of my cock, so when she took the tip back into her mouth, it was the first direct contact it had in minutes. I just about exploded. She was a master, however, at keeping me at the height of the pre-orgasmic state without sending me over the top. She began to stroke me with her mouth, slowly at first. She sped up, gradually, continually. She only paused once, to say, "I can't wait to swallow your cum." Cumming in her mouth? Swallowing? She HAD eavesdropped on my fantasies! S H A N N O N : : : Head is such a personal thing. I mean, who doesn't like to receive? I don't think there's any more intensely satisfying way to have an orgasm. But I love to give, LOVE to give, being able to provide another person that much pleasure, I love doing it. If receiving head is somewhat selfish (and it is, because at that moment you're only receiving pleasure, you're not providing anything in return), then giving is one of the ultimate gifts one person can give. M A R K : : : Little by little, she sped up, like an eighteen wheeler with no brakes coasting downhill, gaining momentum. By the time I came, she was face-fucking me at warp speed, maintaining an unbelievable level of suction. I felt like I was going to cum forever. I wish I could have, the way she continued to suck me, it was heavenly. S H A N N O N : : : He stayed on his back, and pulled me on top of him, caressing my back. He kissed me, and oh so slowly ran the fingernails of both hands gently up from the bottom of my ass, across the small of my back, along my spine, over my shoulders, up my neck, and into my hair, tickling my scalp. The little hairs on my arms and neck stood at attention, and my entire body tingled at the lightness of his touch. Then he flipped me over and went to work. M A R K : : : I couldn't wait to taste her pussy, and I couldn't wait to feel her cumming on my tongue. But I wasn't about to skip over those spectacular breasts. Her nipples were already diamond hard, but when I kissed them, they stood even taller. I drew circles around them with the tip of my tongue, and she responded with a deep, guttural moan. The more I caressed them, and the more I felt them respond to my touch, the sexier they seemed. I went to work on the rest of her body like it was made of braille, and my lips and tongue were fingertips. S H A N N O N : : : I couldn't wait for him to get down to my pussy. As soon as he had cum for me, I was ready for his tongue there. But I adored what he did to my tits. Some guys are disappointed that they're so small. Mark clearly felt none of that; he showered them with attention. Even when he pulled off and began to kiss his way down to my pussy, he continued his devotion to my breasts. He squeezed them, he lightly tickled them with his nails, he drew soft circles around my nipples with his fingertips. He lingered on my belly button, licking it as I had done to his. Maybe he HAD read my Christmas list! M A R K : : : I finally arrived at her pussy, and it was heaven. Hot, sweet, and ready to launch her into space. Because she was almost totally shaved, I was able to lick all around it, waking up the sensitive skin surrounding her slit. Using the soft width of my tongue, I caressed her outer lips, slowly, from bottom to top. I pulled them slightly apart with my thumbs, and repeated the massage, mingling my saliva with her nectar. I wanted full, unobstructed access to her, so I lifted her feet, pressing her thighs up against her chest. I took her hands and placed them behind her knees, so she'd hold her legs up in the air. Then I returned to her sweet pussy and worked on getting comfortable -- I planned to be there awhile. I think she expected me to dive in and go deep. Not yet, though, there was the small matter of that little patch of skin below her vaj, the oh-so-sensitive "taint," which she had so elegantly tongued on me. She also seemed to shave there, by the way, which made it all the more sensitive. I kissed it, I surrounded it with my lips, I sucked on it, I painted it with my tongue. S H A N N O N : : : Yes, there IS a Santa Claus! M A R K : : : Now let's eat some pussy... I always make a full event out of cunnilingus, my ladies get much more than just a brief couple of licks. I could barely believe that the pussy in front of my face was finally Shannon's, and I wanted to make this the best I'd ever done. I started wide and soft, and gradually intensified by going deeper. Her sex was so incredibly sweet and tender, I hoped that she would take her time cumming, so I could linger there. S H A N N O N : : : I felt his breath on my pussy, then a long, slow, soft, wide lick from the bottom of my slit, right up to the clit. He sucked at the top, massaging my clit between his lips, and slowly released it. I felt a low, primal moan escape my throat. He returned to the bottom of my slit and did it all again, except a little longer, a little slower, a little softer, and a little wider. He held my clit captive in his mouth with suction a little longer, before he released it. I moaned lower and louder. The third time was the longest, slowest, softest, and widest yet, and he added a light vibration with his tongue that only ended when he sucked my clit back into his mouth. M A R K : : : Her moaning was now continuous, almost feline -- not a purr, more like contented growling. Her orgasm began with the tiniest little quiver right under her little curl. When I felt it, I homed in on her clit, using more suction and smooth, fleshy stroking with the soft part of my tongue. S H A N N O N : : : He vibrated his tongue across my clit, and I exploded. I had never cum that big before. I felt my entire body go completely rigid. My legs were still up in the air, and I still held my calves. My legs tried to pull free, while my hands tightened their grip, and my arms fought to hold everything in place. My abs strained to pull me into a curl, lifting my hips and presenting my pussy more fully to Mark's mouth, while my back tried to straighten out and arch. My lungs pulled full of air, which my chest then tried to push out, while my throat struggled to hold it in. My neck wanted to arch backward, while my face tried to bury itself in my chest. Every part of my body tried to move, with another part pushing equally hard in the opposite direction. I'm surprised all that internal pressure didn't squeeze my poor brain out of my ear-holes like toothpaste. He rolled his tongue across my clit, and rolled, and rolled, and I came, and came, and came, for what seemed like hours. M A R K : : : Call me a master of the obvious, but Shannon seemed to like having her legs up. S H A N N O N : : : He spent a couple of minutes kissing my breasts, settling me down from cumming. Then he spread my legs, and knelt in front of me, cradling my butt with his spread thighs. He lifted my legs, and placed my ankles on his shoulders. He massaged my thighs, slowly kneading them, starting at my knees, working down toward my tummy. M A R K : : : I placed the soles of her feet on my chest. She naturally splayed her knees, and I slipped the tip of my cock in between her lips, but only as deep as the head. I took her ankles again, lifting them away from my chest, holding them apart, and pressing the tops of her thighs into her tits. I slowly pushed into her pussy, as deep as I could. When I was fully buried in her, I brought her legs together, ankles and knees, and set her heels together on my shoulder. S H A N N O N : : : His cock felt absolutely magical. Placing my feet together like that made my pussy clamp down on his dick, and all that tightness created an almost supernatural warmth -- it felt like his dick and my pussy merged together in a nuclear glow. I wanted to indulge in that and not do anything to disrupt it, and he either sensed that or he felt the same way, because we just held there for a nice long while. M A R K : : : I started rocking my hips slightly, fucking her gently and slowly, and she matched my pace. She seemed to be remembering a particularly sensuous slow song. It must have been a good one, she was clearly enjoying herself. Her face glowed with contentment, and we slowly began to increase the rocking in our hips. I left her ankles on my shoulder, and reached forward to cup her breasts. She covered my hands with hers, I thought at first to limit what I did there. What she was doing, though, was directing: she pressed her hands over mine, squeezing them over her tits. She pulled my hands inward, compressing her boobs together, creating a deep cleavage. She relaxed that, and raked across her nipples with the washboard created by my fingers. She led my fingers across her nips several times, up and down. All the while, we rocked our hips a little more each time, a little deeper, then a little deeper still, and before long, we were seriously fucking. She released my hands, having made it clear she wanted me to play with her tits. I rolled each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, and she went bonkers. S H A N N O N : : : It almost felt like he was tasering my nips. It was right on the razor's edge of pain, but it felt so intensely good. I wasn't expecting to cum again yet, but Mark played me like an instrument -- he was magic. My orgasm completely overwhelmed me. M A R K : : : Her head thrashed wildly from side to side. She pounded the mattress with her fists, and grabbed huge handfuls of sheet. Her hips seemed completely out of control, bucking wildly up and down, and her pussy convulsed deeply. It all added up to a symphony of sensations on my dick. I had no chance of lasting any longer, the magnitude of her cumming triggered me immediately. I was just along for the ride, but what a sweet ride it was. S H A N N O N : : : When I was three, my dad bought me a mechanized teddy bear called Teddy Ruxpin for $1 at a garage sale. Teddy had a cassette player embedded in his back, and his mouth, eyes, and other features were controlled by the contents of the special tape -- "Teddy's" voice would say fun little girl things, and his face would automate in sync with what he said. I loved Teddy Ruxpin, he was my constant companion. Then one day my friend's older brother put a Van Halen tape in him. Teddy wrinkled his brow into an evil scowl, threw his mouth open in a hideous scream, and rolled his eyes back into his head. Van Halen made him look like the devil, and I never played with him again. Why am I telling that story? Because I suspect that's what I looked like during that orgasm. Except, of course, in a good way. M A R K : : : My eyes feasted on her as we came back down to earth. I never knew "disheveled" could be so beautiful, so sensuous. Her hair went in every direction, her forehead and upper lip were covered in droplets of sweat, her eyes were crazed, and she was roughly nested in a mass of randomly wadded hotel linens. S H A N N O N : : : I'm pretty sure I was drooling... M A R K : : : I settled in beside her and cradled her in my arms. She snuggled into my neck, and we drifted off to sleep. : : : : : H O L L Y : : : After Jason and I came on each other's faces, I found myself draped limply on top of him, feeling like the proverbial boneless chicken. I kissed his face, and whispered, "We're not done, are we?" He teased me, "Do you want to be done?" I shook my head fiercely. "Well then, we're not." Still whispering, I asked, "You know what I'm in the mood for?" "Tell me, baby." "Do you like it from behind?" "Doggie?" he squeaked. His dick sprung to attention. "It's only my favorite..." My pussy flooded at his enthusiasm. I oozed myself into place on all fours. "Ready when you are..." He began to caress my ass. "No," I whispered, a little more urgently, "READY when you are." J A S O N : : : Well then, what are we waitin' for? I had a quick thought, as I positioned myself, that I would drive my entire length into her all at once, startle her, get underway with a bang. But as I lined myself up, I had a better idea, which might surprise her more. I positioned my tip between her outer lips, barely entering her, and held it still for a moment. She was so eager, so impatient, I could feel her trembling. I slid into her, slow and steady, easy but relentless, until I had completely disappeared into her, my thighs pressed tight against her ass. H O L L Y : : : I wanted him to slam into me, get this party started, but what he did instead was heavenly. I was so ready for him, so eager, there was no resistance, just slick, hot pleasure. What little bit of friction there was, every fraction of an inch of it was electric, and when he bottomed out, I wanted to keep him there. I squeezed him, holding him in place, savoring the warmth that his dick generated in my pussy. J A S O N : : : When I started to ease out of her, her elbows collapsed, a low moan escaped her throat, and her breasts and shoulders fell to the sheets. She landed on the side of her face, her cheek snuggling into the bed. I pulled all the way out to the very tip, being careful not to lose contact. I wiggled a bit, emphasizing the minimal contact that remained between us. Then, I started back in, as deliberately as the first time. When I reached the end, the difference in her posture allowed slightly more of me into her, and this time we both moaned. H O L L Y : : : He had me in a zone, an erotic trance. I was barely aware of where I was, what he was doing, what I was doing. J A S O N : : : I don't usually do slow. I was all set to speed up, find our tempo and go for it, but she seemed to be enjoying slow so much, I kept stroking her slowly. Turns out, she was onto something, that slow thing was actually quite nice. Maybe slow IS our tempo. H O L L Y : : : Sometimes guys can be in such a hurry, I loved that he wasn't rushing. He fit me so well, that speed was so luxurious, it was such a perfect moment. I could do this all night. J A S O N : : : At this tempo, each stroke has meaning, its own intensity. I'd grab her hips for a few minutes, using them for leverage, then I'd release for awhile, letting her pussy and my cock be our only point of touch. I couldn't plunge with as much power that way, but at that slower pace, it wasn't about power, it was about smoothness. H O L L Y : : : I didn't want to disrupt what we were doing in any way. I said, "Just like this, baby, just like this, don't change a thing." I was trying to speak softly, sort of a semi-whisper, but it came out as more of a rasp. He seemed to get the point anyway. J A S O N : : : She said something about not changing, and I agreed. This speed had a life of its own. H O L L Y : : : I wasn't aware of starting to cum. I didn't notice a beginning of any sort, just at some point I realized that I was cumming, and cumming, and cumming, and had been cumming for awhile. It was a long, low, wide, serene cumming that felt like it could last indefinitely. J A S O N : : : Her pussy began gently pulsing over me, massaging me, and that just about finished me off. The only thing was, I was having such a good time with this slow thing, I wasn't ready yet. I paused for a few seconds, letting the urge to cum pass. H O L L Y : : : He stopped. The way I was positioned, I couldn't take over the motion, so I croaked, "Don't tease me, baby..." J A S O N : : : I only needed a few seconds to recover, then I started back, maybe even slightly slower. She purred her satisfaction. If anything, to me, this felt even better, more intense, more indulgent. It felt like her inner walls were rippling along the length of my dick as I entered and retreated. H O L L Y : : : As great as this all felt, as much as I wanted it never to end, I eventually got to a point where either I needed to stop, or I needed us to go to a higher level. J A S O N : : : She made eye contact over her shoulder, and said, "Take me home, baby. Fuck my lights out." I'll admit, from time to time I may be a bit slow on the uptake, but I didn't need to be told that twice. "Slow" was over! I grabbed her hips with both hands, slammed into her, and went to town. There's a place that I've only been to a couple of times, where I'm so stimulated, I can't cum. It makes no sense: it's wonderful, and it's terrible. It feels so intense, but I'm nearly numb. I'm almost there, and I'm a long way off. It's painful pleasure. That's where I was with Holly: the more I pounded into her, the closer I came to cumming, but the further away it went. I sensed that's where she was, too -- I know she'd been softly cumming for a long while, but she seemed near a much bigger release that she couldn't quite reach.