Hotel sex is always a good idea

A calm settled over the room as they each scanned their new (temporary) residence. Abbie always enjoyed hotels -- so clean, so well equipped. She loved how she was constantly discovering new things, and of course, never lived there long enough to run out of those moments.

"This place is amazing, Jake!"

Jake blushed. "Thanks." He had been so overly aware of Abbie's actual presence that he hadn't actually thought about one particular truth in all oft his -- that he reserved this hotel suite before asking Abbie to join him, and had picked it with the as-yet-unachieved fantasy that she'd come along on the trip. Even during the course of their unusual relationship in which they'd frequently have sex (sometimes in rather non-traditional places), he still carried a certain amount of doubt, that maybe each time would somehow be the last time.

"You must have booked this a while ago, you know, to get such a great room!" Abbie ran to the balcony, pushed apart the curtains, and looked out. "This view!" She turned back toward Jake. "Jake, come look at this view!"

Jake obliged, joining Abbie at the balcony door. It was a stunning view. They could see the pool down below, but looking straight out, the could see the entire city -- and beyond it, green landscape, lush and majestic.

Abbie turned back to him and cocked her head. "Wait, if you booked this a while ago ... but you only asked me to join you a few days ago ..." She glared at him, as if trying to coerce a confession. "Did you have some other date planned for this, and she backed out?"

"No!" Jake answered very quickly, sincerely surprised at Abbie's question.

"Come on, Jake, tell me true. I won't be mad." Abbie folded her arms and looked him straight in the eye.

Jake's face reddened. "What on earth would I have to gain from lying to you? I swear, Abbie, I had no other date planned."

She squinted her eyes, staring at him, and smiling. "In that case, Jake Lewis, there's no explanation other than that you reserved the best room in the hotel ... because you dreamed of bringing me along with you." She released her arms, touching his shoulders delicately with her soft fingers. "And then because you're a sweet, sensitive, and sometimes unnecessarily nervous man ..." She drew closer to him, placing one hand on his chest. "... you didn't get around to inviting me until the last minute."

Jake couldn't help but be mildly embarrassed. Abbie had figured it out exactly, and there was absolutely no point in trying to make up any other kind of story. "Yeah," he said. "I got this room about six weeks ago."

Abbie moved her hand to his face. "Six weeks ago? That's ... that's really soon after, you know, the coffee room."

Jake chuckled. "Yeah."

"Jake," Abbie said, getting closer still, and putting both hands on his face. "Why didn't you ask me sooner?"

"Who knows."

"What if I had other plans this weekend?"

Jake shrugged and shook his head. "I didn't really have it all figured out."

Abbie leaned forward and kissed Jake. It started just as a soft, closed-mouth kiss, but quickly evolved into something more intense, as their tongues teased each other. Without even thinking about it, Abbie's hands slid down Jake's body and clutched his ass, pulling him closer to her. She could feel a bulge in his pants as he pressed against her.

"You're a lucky man, Jake Lewis. I'm a popular girl, and I could very easily have had quite the busy social calendar."

"Yeah," Jake agreed, nodding and exhaling, recovering from the kiss. "I'm a lucky man."

"And this," Abbie said, gesturing to the room, "is absolutely stunning." She kissed him again. "Now, did you still want to go find an ATM?"

Jake had forgotten his suggestion of picking up some cash, and stared blankly at Abbie. "Huh?

"You said we should probably get some money rather than you asking me to flash my tits at everyone we have to pay."

Jake smiled. "Will you flash me again, just to remind me what's at stake here?"

Abbie slowly moved her fingers to the edge of her shirt and took hold of it. Slowly, she peeled the material up. "Like this?" She kept her eyes on Jake, always admiring the way he started to smile when he looked at her naked body.

"You know," Jake began. "We might not need any money ... if we don't go anywhere." His smile grew.

Still holding her shirt up, Abbie spoke quietly. "But the whole reason we're here in your cousin's wedding. Don't we have to eventually go to that?"

"Ah, fuck it. Fuck her." Jake gave Abbie a cute look. "Fuck me?"

"Wow, terrible segue," said Abbie. "But I guess the pool and stuff will be there later. So ... okay!"

Jake never grew tired of this. It didn't matter what the plan might have been, what was the right thing or wrong thing to do -- if he suggested sex, they had sex.

Abbie was looking around the room. "Have we ever actually done it on a bed?" she asked.

Jake laughed. "You know, I don't think we have."