Night at the hotel

We stopped near Buffalo for the night after a day of driving. So far the whole trip I was paying for the gas and her food, I didn’t mind. After her reaction early, I assumed she was leaving a bad situation. I picked a hotel that I could afford: it wasn’t the nicest but it wasn’t a shady motel.

I apologized when we pulled up, “I’m sorry about the accommodations. But camp really didn’t pay me much money, it mostly went to room and board.”

She laughed, “Oh shut up. This place is nice. Our rooms are on the inside. I’m sure they have a working ice machine.”

We checked in and went up to the room. She teased me, “I see you got a room with only one bed. I hope you’re okay sleeping on the floor.”

“No problem. But you might get lost in that huge bed all by myself. Your tiny body might not be able to handle the wave of blankets.”

She laughed, “Hey I have an idea. I know you’ve paid for so much so far, but do you mine buying a cheap bottle of wine from the liquor store next door. I think it would be really nice to share a bottle with you.”

“Yeah we can celebrate you finally leaving Maine.”

I didn’t really drink wine, so I just got something that was pink and looked sweet. When I got back to the room, Lindsey had showered. She was sitting on the bed in a T-shirt and small cheerleader shorts. Her hair was up in a towel. She saw me and smiled, “You’re amazing.” She ran to me and gave me a kiss. I kissed her deeply, and lifted her up off the ground.

I set her down and she fanned herself with her hand, “That was hot. I need a drink to cool off. Do you have a corkscrew?”

I laughed, “This is definitely a twist off.” I poured us both some cheap pink wine into the small plastic disposable cups. “Cheers to a fun road-trip!”

“Cheers!,” Lindsey said and drank half the wine from her small cup. I drank from my cup. I did not enjoy the taste but it was better than the cheap vodka a few nights ago.

“You’re way too hot to be this nice. What’s the catch? Do you have a tiny dick?” Lindsey laughed. “I’m just joking. Sorry just trying to figure out why you’re single. I’m single because the boys in Maine suck, no offense to Kyle.”

“I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me why I am after this trip. I am taking a stranger halfway across the country, so there is something wrong with me.”

“Don’t call me a stranger,” she said. “A stranger wouldn’t do this.” She put her head up beside mine and kissed my ear and nibbled on my earlobe. Then she kissed her way down my neck, and back to my mouth. We really started making out then, using our tongues for the first time.

She broke the kiss first, and then refilled her cup with wine. I did the same. I asked if it was okay if I took a shower. I was getting self conscious if I smelled.

I took a quick shower and washed myself. When I was drying myself off, I realized I hadn’t taken any clean clothes in with me. I wrapped the towel around my waist and exited the bathroom.