Author's notes: This is a work of fiction. In this fantasy, nobody has to worry about STDs. In real life, all non-monogamous sex should be practiced using accepted safe-sex precautions.
This story revisits the characters of an earlier story, No Room At the Inn. This story stands alone, you don't have to read that one to understand this one. However, if you want to read them in order, No Room At the Inn comes first.
This story, like the earlier one, is written in multiple first person - all four characters narrate the story. It may take a bit more effort to read, but the benefit is, as events unfold we get to see things from multiple points of view, in real time. To me as the writer, that is a net gain, and worth the effort. I hope you the reader agree.
Special thanks to Jashet Hon and Candace. Their observations and suggestions made this a better story.
All persons involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old.
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M A R K : : : The hotel front desk was crazy busy. Dozens of guests were in line waiting for their rooms. There was a clerk at every station, working frantically, but the line was growing faster than they could check people in.
My friends Holly, Shannon, Jason and I waited patiently. When we finally reached the front of the line, a clerk said, "I can help the next guest." Shannon checked us in -- we were sharing a single room with two queen beds. Everything seemed to go fine. She passed out our key cards in the elevator. We had no idea there was a problem...
S H A N N O N : : : We all work for ZNN, the cable news network. We work in different departments, but in the same building, on the same schedule. We met a few years ago at the food court, all newly hired, fresh-faced college grads.
We ate lunch together nearly every day. ZNN is a wonderful place to begin a broadcast career, you can learn a lot in a short time. The stress can be immense, though, and the hours unpredictably long. Although we all dated (not each other), the unreliability of our schedules prevented any of us from building any sort of long-term relationship. We discovered that we all love traveling, but none of us like traveling alone, so the four of us began taking trips together.
At first, it was strictly platonic -- one hotel, four people, four single rooms. Then, on a trip to New York City, the hotel royally screwed up. They were over-sold, and even though we had four reservations, they only had one room available. That room, however, had two queen beds. We couldn't find any other affordable rooms nearby, so we shared that one. Four people and two beds -- that would be two people per bed.
J A S O N : : : We went to bed the first night believing we were only paired for sleeping. It turned out, though, there was a considerable sexual undercurrent to our friendships. I mean, I knew Mark and I had erotic thoughts about the girls. They're hot and, duh, we're guys, but it never occurred to me that they might think about us that way in return. To my delight, though, after lights out, Shannon and I ended up screwing our brains out. In the other bed, Holly and Mark did the same.
We decided as a group that although we were comfortable including "benefits" in our friendships, no one wanted to be formally paired, so each night we switched partners. For a single guy, it was heaven, alternating between two hot ladies. There's an old saying, "variety is the spice of life." True that!
We never reserved four rooms again. Sometimes we get two rooms, sometimes a single room with two beds. I actually prefer having a single room. It's less private, which took a little getting used to, but each night when we swap partners, no one has to move their stuff. And it sure raises the energy level in the room to have another couple fucking in the next bed!
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H O L L Y : : : This trip -- San Francisco! -- we had a single room. I was exhausted from a tough week at work, and a long flight. All I wanted to do was put my feet up and chill for a few minutes, unpack, maybe catch a quick shower, then go get some dinner. We'd begin sightseeing tomorrow.
Of course, nothing is ever that simple. We got off the elevator, trudged down the hall, and I slotted the key card. Mark was right behind me as we entered the room, and didn't notice I skidded to a stop. He ran into me, nearly knocking me over.
I couldn't believe it. We had traveled several times since that big hotel screw-up, with no problems, but now we had another... There weren't two queen beds, there weren't two double beds, and there weren't two twin beds.
There was one bed. One bed. One. Freaking. Bed. It was huge, a king-size, no doubt. But, as big as it was, it was one bed.
I muttered one of the multi-syllable curse words, and since no one else seemed to have noticed the problem, they looked at me oddly. Then, my voice rising in volume and pitch, I said one of the other ones. They looked at me like they didn't even know I knew those words!
One by one, they noticed the bed. After a couple of moments of stunned silence, Mark said, "It's probably a simple mistake. Shannon, the room is in your name, why don't you call down to the desk, tell them our room doesn't match the reservation, and we'll be right down to turn in these keys and pick up the correct ones."
She did. It turned out, though, just like the other time, they had no "correct" room available. They didn't have a second room for us, either.
Everyone stood there, looking dazed. Jason finally said, "Fuck it, I'm hungry. I can't solve anything on an empty stomach."
Shannon said, "Me either." She glanced at me and continued, "We worked things out the other time, I'm sure we can now. Let's leave our luggage here and go eat. We'll solve it when we get back." Nobody had a better idea, so that's what we did.
On our trips, we do a lot of touristy things, but not when it comes to eating -- no chain restaurants. Even though we were only a few minutes from Fisherman's Wharf, we weren't going to eat there -- there's better seafood, and other cuisines, a lot less expensive, within walking distance.
We ended up at The Stinking Rose, which features garlic-based everything -- even garlic ice cream, which turned out to be surprisingly good.
When we got back to our room, it was still there -- one king-size bed. Everybody just stood there, staring awkwardly at it. I was overwhelmed, simply too tired to sort out anything. The others looked like they were ready to settle in, but held off, I guess trying not to make me feel worse. Finally Mark kicked off his shoes, stretched out on the bed, and pulled a pillow up under his head. He said, "This isn't complicated. Just think of it as two smaller beds pushed together."
S H A N N O N : : : He was right. I flopped onto the other side, stretched out like Mark, and reached for Jason. He sat beside me and I said, "Let's just do what we normally do. The only difference is, there won't be a gap between the beds."
Holly looked like she wasn't buying it, so I pulled Jason on top of me, wrapped my arms and legs around him, and kissed him. I pulled his hips tight against me, swirling my groin against his in wide, slow circles. He lifted his upper body and dry-humped me, drumming my lower body into the mattress.
We paused, and I reached toward Mark. My hand fell nearly a foot away. I looked up at Holly, and said, "See? Plenty of room."
That seemed to settle it. We usually do something random to select first-night partners -- rock-paper-scissors or something, but tonight the pairs seemed set. Jason and I resumed tongue wrestling, Mark undressed and headed for the shower, and Holly joined him.
H O L L Y : : : I was surprised to feel so inhibited. We've had plenty of vigorous sex in the same room. For some reason, though, the thought of all of us being in the same bed, under the same covers, had me spooked.
I have no problem undressing in front of everyone. We've shared many rooms and feel completely normal being naked in front of each other -- and by naked, I don't mean faux naked or semi-naked, wearing bathrobes or underwear, I'm talking about naked, nude, all body parts visible, nothing but skin. Tits, dicks, asses, pussies, all showing.
Mark turned up the water as hot as we could stand, positioned me under the nozzle, and went to work. He soaped my back, spending extra time massaging my shoulders for my benefit, and my ass for his benefit, if the intensity of his erection was any indication. Mark has an incredibly sensitive touch, he seems to know exactly where to find the knots. He worked wonders on my back, and spun me around to attend to my front. By then his hands plus the heat in the water were working their magic, and I found myself relaxing.
We faced each other, making his beautiful hard-on available to me, giving me a reason to look forward to getting in that freakin' bed. I focused on happy thoughts: getting to sleep with one of my two favorite guys, who happens to have one of my two favorite cocks.
M A R K : : : Holly was facing me now in the shower, and that's always soul-stirring -- her tits are ginormous. She's not as tall as Shannon, and more "full-figured," but not in any way chubby. She has an incredible heart-shaped ass, and her pretty face is ringed in curly blonde hair. If you saw her, though, the first thing you'd notice is her tits.
Not all huge breasts are attractive -- some are just freaky -- but hers are spectacularly sexy. They're the size of large grapefruit, nice and firm. She rarely goes braless and it's working, she doesn't sag... much... don't tell her I said that.
She gripped my cock, sliding her hand along its length. Handling it seemed to help her relax more. By the time we finished our shower, Shannon and Jason were ready for theirs, so Holly and I had the bed to ourselves. That was good -- she had shed a lot of her anxiety, but I wasn't sure if she was quite ready for the four of us to be under the same covers.
