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 Archive name: motelbed.txt (mf,no sex)
 Authors name: Deirdre
 Story title : Motel
                                   
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 Motel
 by deirdre

 It was getting late.  Actually, it was already very
 late and I was about to drop off.  Sheila wasn't.  She
 was still talking to Nancy and John and they looked
 like they were going to talk forever.

 I looked around the room.  We were in a motel room,
 sitting around drinking and talking.  The motel was
 more-or-less between our house and John's and Nancy's
 and they'd come up with this scheme to all meet here
 for a visit.  It had been some months since they all
 managed to meet, and, well, their family do tend to
 be talkers.  Not that I have any complaints -- I've
 rather enjoyed being a "member" of a talkative family
 since my own tends to be less communicative.  But
 right now, I wasn't in any condition to do anything.

 "Honey, you're about ready to drop off," Sheila said,
 noticing my state.

 "I'm afraid you're right."

 "Listen, why don't you go on to bed.  We'll be up all
 night I'm sure."

 "OK."  I looked around, a little confused, thinking
 about my clothes, then headed for the door.  We'd
 rented three cabins and I wandered over to one of the
 other two.  The one they were talking in was Sheila's
 and mine.

 There I was in another of the cabins--the one John and
 Brenda were going to be in, I think.  I thought again
 about my clothes, being in someone else's room and not
 having my suitcase, but then just pulled off my pants
 and shirt and got in bed.  I was asleep in no time.

 I woke up.  The door was opening.  The light went on
 and then off again.  I sat up and a low light went on.
 "It's me," said Brenda.

 "Oh, I'm sorry," I said.  I should have picked Nancy's
 cabin because as long as she was talking to Sheila and
 John, her cabin would be free.  "I'll go to Nancy's."
 I thought about how I was going to manage to get dres-
 sed with Brenda there.

 "No, can't you just stay?  I... I don't like being in
 these things alone."

 "Sure, but..."

 "It's a big bed," she said.  "And if you're as exhaus-
 ted as I am..."

 It *was* a queen.  She went in the bathroom.  I wonder-
 ed what I should do and finally gave in and turned over
 to go back to sleep.  I was aware of the bathroom door
 opening again and movement on the other side of the
 bed. "Good night," I heard Brenda's soft voice.

 I *really* was so tired, I didn't worry about it too
 much.  But she stirred. She seemed restless.  I thought
 about being John, with Brenda tossing like this every
 night.  I turned over to try to get more comfortable.

 "I'm sorry," I heard Brenda's soft voice.

 "What."

 I sensed her scoot closer and felt her hand on my side.
 "Now I'm keeping you awake."

 "You just laid down."

 "Could you just... hold me?  I'm used to it."  She was
 very close now.  I realized we'd better not do this.

 "Brenda..."

 "No, just holding, really.  OK?" I turned over, toward
 her.  She turned her back to me and pulled my arm over
 her and held it against her shoulder.  I realized she
 was wearing a nightgown.  She pushed her rear up to my
 body and we were spooning.  She hooked her foot under
 mine.  "Like this," I heard her say.

 She dropped off to sleep.  I could tell by the feel of
 her breathing.  I lay there, holding her.

 I awoke.  It was still night.  Car doors and voices.
 Were they going off somewhere?  "What is it?" came
 Brenda's quiet voice.

 "Pizza, or something like that I guess."

 "I guess so.  Listen, thank you."

 "For what?"

 "For holding me like this.  I *love* to be held."

 "It's nice."

 "It doesn't have to be sexual."

 "I know."

 She didn't answer.  What a strange situation.  What
 would Sheila make of it if she walked in?

 I'd always liked Brenda.  I thought she was nice, if a
 little quiet. "Does it bother you?" She finally asked.

 "What?"

 "You know, being pressed against me?"

 Ha!  The unanswerable question!  Damned if I do...  I
 felt her wriggle just a little.  "It's very pleasant,"
 I finally responded.

 She let out half a giggle, then held my hand tighter,
 up against her cheek. "I *like* it," she said. I didn't
 answer her and I felt her fall asleep again.

 I awoke to her stirring.  It was daylight.  I was still
 wrapped around her just as I'd been the night before.
 "Are you awake?" came her voice.  I sat up.  She turned
 over and looked at me and smiled.  Then she slipped out
 of bed and into the bathroom and I found my pants and
 shirt and pulled them on.  Soon we'd found the others
 and were off to find a restaurant for breakfast.

 By midday, Sheila and I were on the road.  It was
 obvious she was sleepy and I expected her to drop off
 any minute.  She'd adjusted the seat back a bit and sat
 there motionless.

 "Did you two do it?"  Just like that, as she lay there!
 I'd thought she was almost asleep!

 "No!"

 She said nothing for a little while, still laying there
 motionless.  I glanced at her: her eyes were shut. Then
 she said, "You know, we peeked in and saw the two of
 you."

 "I... she said she didn't want to stay alone..."

 She giggled.  "So you just held her."

 "As a matter of fact, yes!"

 Once again, she didn't say anything for a while.  Then
 she said "she's awfully nice.  In that position, it
 wouldn't be unusual if something happened."

 I was a bit shocked by the way Sheila was taking this,
 even though nothing happened.  "Well it didn't!"

 "But she's so nice.  And don't *you* think she's a cute
 little thing?"  I glanced at her again: her eyes were
 still shut, and she looked for all the world like she
 was completely relaxed.

 "Well sure, but *I've* got what *I* need."

 She giggled again.  "Yes you do.  But you had your
 chance."

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