I lead you both through the hotel lobby and back to the elevators. As the quiet carpeted bustle of the main floor floats past you check yourself out in the mirror, eyes glancing over at your friend. The friend is younger, big hips and breasts contained in a tight white business shift. You've known her casually for about a year. She's nervous, biting her lip, and you can see a little flush in her cheeks. The elevator door opens and we step in. The soft woosh begins the ascent.
"Nice hotel," you say, alert and making small talk.
"Yeah," she giggles, and adjusts her purse. I say nothing and the elevator slows to a stop, the doors opening, and I lead you out into and down the hotel hallway. We stop at the door as I insert the keycard.
"Well ... " She says, as if she knows this is the final step. You start to say something but I open the door and walk into the room. Nervously the two of you follow. I sit on the bed watching you shuffle nervously on your feet.
"A TV. A bathroom." you comment in the interest of random conversation.
"Do you want to go?" I ask evenly.
"No ... uh ... no ... I'm okay." Your friend is now blushing. Her name is Cathy and she looks like she wants to respond but doesn't.
"Okay." I relax back on the bed, spreading my legs slightly. You both look at the bed with fascination tinged with nervousness, lust and some fear. "Kiss each other," I say, taking polite command of the situation, which is the agreed upon plan. You both are taken aback for a moment and you look at her. Her white skin is now almost pink with flush and she's taking short breaths, looking at you and averting her eyes to the floor before looking back. I watch patiently as you start to step forward.