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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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