Chapter 3 Hotel Room 1408 (no horror intended)

As we came in drenched from a recent rain the butler welcomed us to the hotel. He took us upstairs and went to get our things. Andrea and I looked at the room number and were horrified at the numbers "1408" on the bronze plate.

"You saw the movie right?" Andrea said, "You know what goes on after dark in 1408.. right?" her voice trembled, she was obviously horrified by that movie.

"Yeah" I said, "but don't be all scared about the movie. It wasn't real," trying to comfort my friend. I'd never seen her like that before. The butler returned with our baggages and sat them upon the soft carpet floors. He then walked briskly down the wooden staircase down to the foyer where he disappeared.

"You see that?" Andrea said, "That over there, the little box thing?"

I replied,"Yeah, what about it?"

"Go get it and bring it here." She said

"Ok," I said, and walked over to the small night stand beautifully polished and sanded, picking up the little octagon shaped object. "What is this thing? It's not shaped like a box at all, and what are all these little things on the side?"

"I don't know, but don't you think they're awesome?"

"Not really, but they're ok I guess." I said, sighing.

"I can tell there's something on your mind, tell me what's going on."

I sighed again, "Nothing really, just the usual."

"Well I don't mean to pry or anything, but what exactly is 'the usual'?" She asked, and sat down on the velvety bed beside me. She stroked my hair and put her arm around me. She leaned towards me slightly and whispered assuring words into my ear, coaxing me to tell her. For a while we just sat there, me looking down to the floor and glancing occasionally at her, and her staring into my eyes, waiting ever patiently for a response.

Finally, I decided on what I was going to say. I blurted, "How is this supposed to be normal if I got raped and you killed someone?! I don't know how to explain it, ok!" I began to cry, first came the sniffles, then the whimpering, and then the wailing. I couldn't help but feel terrible for putting my misery all on Andrea, who was desperately trying to comfort me, but couldn't find the words to say. It seemed like hours, hours of crying, the burning tears, the headache, the heartache, the pure misery. Finally I couldn't cry anymore and lay in her arms, still miserable, but the feeling of being cuddled, cradled, the feeling of being cared for and loved replaced some of the sorrow. I slowly began to drift into sleep, but just before I could get the chance to experience the warm dreamy feeling, the butler walked in.

"Dinner is ready, come to the dining room if you wish to feast tonight." He said.

"Not right now, I have the feeling that she isn't in the mood for dinner now, save us some left overs if you can." Andrea murmured, still cradling me in her muscular arms. I could hardly believe that she could be so strong, yet so gentle. I pressed against her slightly as she dealed with the butler.

"Yes madam, I will comply with your request to the best of my ability."

"Thankyou... Van.... d... er.... lan... d" She mumbled, reading his tag to avoid asking his name and as he walked away, kissed my forehead. She said some words, most likely french, that I couldn't understand and wiped a tear or two from my face.

I later drifted into sleep in her arms. I had the same dream that I had earlier, only it went much further, delving into a few of my deepest, darkest desires, and some of which I'm sure were mutual desires.

I woke up around midnight, only to find Andrea gone. She had tucked me into bed and left a note. It said something about gone to take a shower. That was as far as I read. I went to the hotel showers, hoping to find her. Evidently she was still showering because I heard the water and saw the steam steadily drifting out into the hall. Quickly my conscious began directing itself towards the things I truly wanted, things I suspected she may reject, things I didn't want to admit I wanted. Thoughts of that nature flooded my mind as I shakily walked to the room. I didn't see anyone as I entered, and the steam was thick, I couldn't see much except for the things directly in front of me. I felt a pair of hands against my skin, running from my uppermost part of my torso down to my waist and eventually between my thighs, teasing me ever so slightly. Then they returned to my hips. I was nearly paralyzed with fear, or was it the fact that I wasn't used to this treatment.

I knew who it was. And I knew she had planned this very shrewdly. After a few moments of this I felt the touch of her body against my own, this body was wet against my rather revealing clothes, which were slowly being slipped off piece by piece. Once I had been fully stripped of all clothing I was wearing I felt Andrea's neck and cheek press into my own and kiss me lightly. She whispered into my ear for the second time that night, but this time I could not understand a single word. Perhaps I wasn't paying attention, must've been caught up in in the moment. She leaned into me further, pressing slightly, causing me to blush intensely and a strange sensation developed beween my legs. I couldn't describe it if I knew even the most advanced vocabulary you could possibly learn.

She grinned, sensing that I did actually enjoy this. She subtly moved her right hand directly to the point of the sensation I was feeling. It immediately increased by atleast 10 fold. I could feel her slightly running her fingers up and down it, again teasing me. Suddenly she slipped a finger or two inside of me, causing me to gasp and let out a small little cry, barely audible to anyone but us.

She slipped them in further, and I nearly screamed. The sensation was so sudden, I couldn't help but to moan at the feeling. It felt so right, but at the same time I wondered how it could feel that way if almost everything I had been taught advised against it and strongly discouraged it. As soon as I was used to the feeling she began to pump harder at it, producing a seemingly unending string of gasps, moans, cries, and whimpers. I guess all the rumors I had heard were right, I thought, this girl would never cease to give me everything I wanted, including some things that I didn't even know I wanted. No, they were right. I still couldn't believe what was going on. from mere friends to lovers in such a short time. Who couldv'e guessed it would turn out like this?

The feeling was pure bliss, and I wished it would last until the end of time. Sadly, she withdrew from inside me. Her excuse was that the people would get suspiscious if we spent hours in the shower like this and that it'd be wise to get out of there before they came running up to discover us making love. Of course there was quite a lot of evidence both running down my leg on the floor and covering the entirety of Andrea's fingers. I watched as she licked one of them, evidently tasting my juices to see if she liked them. After a second she arched her eyebrows, and nodded in approval. Then she cleaned them off methodically, all while I watched. For the first time I saw exactly how long her tongue was, amazingly, it was around 6 inches. I wondered how in the hell that even fit into her mouth. She disappeared for a moment and returned in a black robe. Then she asked something a little odd.

"Mind if I towel you off?" She asked, a little awkwardly.

"No, not really, espescially considering what just happened. But why?"

"I don't know, could it be that you're so damn sexy? Why do you think I'm such a motherfucking flirt?"

"Well... Why do you think that I stare? Could it be the same 'damn' reason?"

"Well, if it's that way then I'm rubber and you're glue, whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks back to you... Atleast I think it goes that way.... Either way, you get what I just said right?" She said obvisously implying that she didn't think she was sexy, but I was. I was eager to accept the compliment, but damn, she needed to be less harsh on herself.

"Come on, you've got to atleast own up to it. Face it, you're sexy and you know it. Learn to accept it."

"Well, we're getting nowhere with this. I'm just going to get the towel and dry you off now if you don't mind. By the way, your robe is back in the room. You'll have to hide in my overly large black robe unless you want those people to see some evidence of 'that.'" She said, reminding me again of what happened mere moments ago.

She left and returned yet again, this time with a towel. As she toweled me off I asked her, "Is it really that noticeable?"

She replied, "Yeah, very. Can you not see it?... Oh wait, nevermind, you don't even know the signs of it yet do you." She smirked and chuckled, "It's not like I'd tell you now though, I'll tell you when it's the right time. Ok?"

"Yeah, I guess." I murmured as she finished and wrapped me up inside that overly huge robe. We walked down the hall and to our room. We found our clothes already laid out for us to wear. For me a pair of Andrea's boxers, one of her shirts, and a pair of ankle cut socks, for her, a pair of black boxers, a tanktop ade of silky material, and some identical ankle cut socks. We got dressed and climbed into bed absentmindedly where we lay snuggling in the covers for the rest of the night.

End of Chapter 3

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