recap: Cory and Tuk

Tuk stared at the door. He didn't like this scenario, and was beginning to wonder whether another round of sex with Abbie was worth it.

"How long?" Tuk muttered.

"Excuse me?" Cory said, startled.

Tuk sighed. "How long until we go back in. Jesus Christ, I know you have a huge cock, and I don't fucking care."

Cory laughed. "I don't know. I figure we'll stand here a minute or so, and then she'll open the door, and we'll go back in." He stared down the hallway, his hands clasped over his genitals. Cory had spent enough time as a swimmer over the years that the difference between wearing a speedo-like suit and, well, nothing, was fairly minimal. He didn't want to be naked in the hallway any more than Tuk did, but he wasn't as distraught by it.

"I just wanted a fucking towel," Tuk commented. "This is so stupid."

Cory didn't reply. It was silent again, and the two men made the determined effort not to look at one another. Cory was neither ashamed of being naked nor homophobic in his avoidance of looking at Tuk. (Tuk, on the other hand, was probably a little bit of both.)

"What if she doesn't come back out?" Tuk asked.

"How would that be possible?" Cory said. "She doesn't live there."

"Doesn't mean she couldn't sleep there. What if they all fall asleep and we're just out here?"

Cory shrugged. "Then we go back to our own room upstairs, and pretend none of it happened."

"We don't have keys."

Cory laughed. "Good point." He took a deep breath. "Then, I suppose, we go down the front desk -- like this -- and explain that we got locked out."

"Yeah, whatever. You can go."

"Okay, I can go. Tuk, you're getting kind of wigged out." Cory turned to face Tuk. "Just chill, man. She'll be back in a minute, I'm sure."

"Sure. How are you sure?"

"Because we're playing a game where we pretend to do whatever we did twenty minutes ago."

Tuk leaned against the door.

"So what happened before?" Cory asked. "Ben texted us, we got the text, we came to the room, and we joined the party."

Tuk hung his head, sighed, and then looked up. "We got the text, we came to the room, we knocked on the door, and we joined the party."

Cory chuckled. "Okay, we knocked on the door. So go ahead, knock on the door."

Tuk quickly and rapidly pounded on the door. "Hey!" he shouted.

"Yo!" Cory hissed. "It's late, don't shout! Besides, that'll make people come out into the hallway and see us."

Tuk was still knocking, but lowered his voice to a whisper. "Hey, we're out here, let us in!"

Tuk kept knocking, though no one came to the door.

"What the fuck are they doing in there?"

Cory sighed again, a common response to Tuk's anxiety. "The same thing we were all doing before. We were making sweet love to that sweet baby in there, and you freaking out is killing the mood. So chill."

Tuk groaned angrily and knocked again. "Us being locked in the hallway is killing the mood." He turned back to the door. "Come on, already. Get your fucking cocks out of that woman and answer the door!"

Another ten or fifteen seconds passed, but then the two men heard the latch click, the knob turn, and then saw the door creak open. There stood Abbie, in all her naked glory. She daintily wiped a corner of her mouth with her finger and looked out into the hall.

"Why don't you boys come back in and join us?"