Hotel

"I should have enough for the hotel," Zack said.

With that they were off. They paid for their meal and left the restaurant, walking normally to the hotel. On the inside, they felt as though they should be running. The anticipation between them was palatable. Brandon could feel it dripping from his headphones.

To onlookers they were just a casual couple, walking down the street, holding hands, but the tension between the illicit couple felt like electricity. A current that ran from one to the other and back again. They were horny and they were going to a hotel to satisfy that horniness and knowing what they were preparing to do sparked their arousal from an ember into an inferno.

With each step, Ashley felt her body tingle. Being dressed up and going out had very feeling good already but being with Zack, who was willing to accept and forgive her, had her ready to jump him on the restaurant table. She had planned this date with the intention of discovering once and for all if there was anything between her and Zack, deeper than sex. She was convinced, now more than ever, that her relationship with Brandon was missing something that Zack could provide. And for that, she wanted to show her appreciation.

Zack too felt the tension in his body pulse as they approached the hotel. It didn't feel real to be walking into a hotel with his friend's girlfriend on his arm. They'd been together for a couple of days now, but then it had felt like fun, just two people in need of release, exploring that sexual tension. But now it was getting real, it didn't feel real. It felt like the best dream he ever had was about to become the best wet dream he'd ever have, and he hoped to God that he was in a coma because he never wanted to wake up.

He talked to the receptionist in a voice that felt distant and unfamiliar. Looking to his side, he saw Ashley in her short black dress, blonde hair swept to one side, smiling back at him. Then the smile turned to concern as she listened to the receptionist.

"What?" Zack asked, turning his attention back to the desk and straining to hear through the fog of lust that had overtaken his mind.

"I'm sorry, sir," the young, brunette receptionist said. "There's a business conference in the hotel right now, so almost all of our rooms are booked."

"Almost all?" Ashley enquired.

"Yes," she said, typing on the keyboard of her computer. "The only room we have available right now is the honeymoon suite."