breakfast is served

"Did you order room service?" asked Abbie quietly.

"Yes!" said Jake. "I totally forgot about it, though. I mean, having sex with you makes my brain get all fuzzy." He pumped into her a few more times.

"Maybe don't keep doing it if you're going to go answer the door?" said Abbie, laughing.

"Oh, like I'm ever going to stop fucking you, Abbie Andrews." They both giggled, and Jake continued his thrusting.

There was another knock at the door, and the voice outside again called through. "Room service! Room 1962, Mr. Lewis?" Another knock. "Are you there?"

"Why doesn't she just leave it outside?" asked Abbie.

"I'm wondering the same thing," Jake said, committed to staying engaged with Abbie. "Maybe she'll just go away."

Perhaps leaving the food outside the door was the standard protocol, but whoever was delivering this order had one more idea in mind. Jake froze mid-fuck when he heard the sound of the door handle turning. "Oh my god, she's coming in," he hissed into Abbie's ear.

"Grab the covers?" asked Abbie.

"I don't have them!" said Jake. "I think they're over on your side?"

The voice from the door was now louder, naturally, as it came from inside the room. "Hello, Mr. Lewis -- I have your breakfast here. Where would you --"

Maybe it was because of how utterly normal it ought to have been, sex between consenting adults in a hotel room on a vacation weekend. Maybe it was because of how absolutely shocked the room service delivery woman was. Maybe it was because although yesterday had been a wild adventure -- the car, the balcony, the pool, the bar, the party -- Jake and Abbie were actually just having a truly private moment together. But whatever the reason, they never felt more exposed than they did in this moment.

"Oh ... oh my god ... ohhhhh," groaned the voice at the door. "I am ... I am so so so sorry, Mr. Lewis. I honestly, I ..."

Jake was silent. He tried to imagine what this looked like from the doorway. Most likely, the woman saw Jake's bare backside, his boxers around his lower legs, maybe Abbie's mostly naked body in front of him. The woman at the door probably couldn't actually see their genitals, but there was no secret about what they were doing.

As he lay there, Jake actually felt his cock stiffen a bit at the idea that someone was standing behind him. Why won't she just leave? he wondered to himself. His head relaxed at the neck, and fell onto Abbie's back. He felt Abbie's breath shudder, perhaps with a slight giggle.

"Why won't she just leave?" Abbie whispered.

"That's what I was just thinking!" Jake replied.

The woman behind them hadn't left. "I'm just -- oh, wow. I'm just kind of ... I'm going to get so fired for this, oh wow ..."

Jake realized that the woman wasn't leering or anything -- she was scared. Scared that Jake might report her or something.

"Oh shit, I think she thinks I'm going to ruin her day," he whispered to Abbie.

"You should say something."

"How about you say something?" he snapped back to her, intending to just be sassy and playful, but forgetting that Abbie would agree to anything.

Abbie shrugged a little. "Okay."

"No, I --" Jake started, but it was too late.

Abbie turned her body and sat up a little bit. This pulled her off Jake's cock, and now Jake just lay there feeling more exposed that he had a moment earlier.

"Hi," said Abbie, smiling at the young woman.