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Motel

by deirdre

(MF, but no sex - really!)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Now that we're in the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest," enjoy more of
the originals! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Thu, 8 Jun 1995 19:50:11 UTC Subject: deirdre: Motel Lines: 184

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story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to
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Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment
is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Motel by deirdre, 3/5/95

It was getting late. Actually, it was already very late and I was about
to drop off. Sheila wasn't. She was still talking to Nancy and John and
they looked like they were going to talk forever.

I looked around the room. We were in a motel room, sitting around
drinking and talking. The motel was more-or-less between our house and
John's and Nancy's and they'd come up with this scheme to all meet here
for a visit. It had been some months since they all managed to meet,
and, well, their family do tend to be talkers. Not that I have any
complaints-- I've rather enjoyed being a "member" of a talkative family
since my own tends to be less communicative. But right now, I wasn't in
any condition to do anything.

"Honey, you're about ready to drop off," Sheila said, noticing my
state.

"I'm afraid you're right."

"Listen, why don't you go on to bed. We'll be up all night I'm sure."

"OK." I looked around, a little confused, thinking about my clothes,
then headed for the door. We'd rented three cabins and I wandered over
to one of the other two. The one they were talking in was Sheila's and
mine.

There I was in another of the cabins--the one John and Brenda were
going to be in, I think. I thought again about my clothes, being in
someone else's room and not having my suitcase, but then just pulled
off my pants and shirt and got in bed. I was asleep in no time.

I woke up. The door was opening. The light went on and then off again.
I sat up and a low light went on. "It's me," said Brenda.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. I should have picked Nancy's cabin because as
long as she was talking to Sheila and John, her cabin would be free.
"I'll go to Nancy's." I thought about how I was going to manage to get
dressed with Brenda there.

"No, can't you just stay? I... I don't like being in these things
alone."

"Sure, but..."

"It's a big bed," she said. "And if you're as exhausted as I am..."

It *was* a queen. She went in the bathroom. I wondered what I should do
and finally gave in and turned over to go back to sleep. I was aware of
the bathroom door opening again and movement on the other side of the
bed. "Good night," I heard Brenda's soft voice.

I *really* was so tired, I didn't worry about it too much. But she
stirred. She seemed restless. I thought about being John, with Brenda
tossing like this every night. I turned over to try to get more
comfortable.

"I'm sorry," I heard Brenda's soft voice.

"What."

I sensed her scoot closer and felt her hand on my side. "Now I'm
keeping you awake."

"You just laid down."

"Could you just... hold me? I'm used to it." She was very close now. I
realized we'd better not do this.

"Brenda..."

"No, just holding, really. OK?" I turned over, toward her. She turned
her back to me and pulled my arm over her and held it against her
shoulder. I realized she was wearing a nightgown. She pushed her rear
up to my body and we were spooning. She hooked her foot under mine.
"Like this," I heard her say.

She dropped off to sleep. I could tell by the feel of her breathing. I
lay there, holding her.

I awoke. It was still night. Car doors and voices. Were they going off
somewhere? "What is it?" came Brenda's quiet voice.

"Pizza, or something like that I guess."

"I guess so. Listen, thank you."

"For what?"

"For holding me like this. I *love* to be held."

"It's nice."

"It doesn't have to be sexual."

"I know."

She didn't answer. What a strange situation. What would Sheila make of
it if she walked in?

I'd always liked Brenda. I thought she was nice, if a little quiet.
"Does it bother you?" She finally asked.

"What."

"You know, being pressed against me?"

Ha! The unanswerable question! Damned if I do... I felt her wriggle
just a little. "It's very pleasant," I finally responded.

She let out half a giggle, then held my hand tighter, up against her
cheek. "I *like* it," she said. I didn't answer her and I felt her fall
asleep again.

I awoke to her stirring. It was daylight. I was still wrapped around
her just as I'd been the night before. "Are you awake?" came her voice.
I sat up. She turned over and looked at me and smiled. Then she slipped
out of bed and into the bathroom and I found my pants and shirt and
pulled them on. Soon we'd found the others and were off to find a
restaurant for breakfast.

By midday, Sheila and I were on the road. It was obvious she was sleepy
and I expected her to drop off any minute. She'd adjusted the seat back
a bit and sat there motionless.

"Did you two do it?" Just like that, as she lay there! I'd thought she
was almost asleep!

"No!"

She said nothing for a little while, still laying there motionless. I
glanced at her: her eyes were shut. Then she said, "You know, we peeked
in and saw the two of you."

"I... she said she didn't want to stay alone..."

She giggled. "So you just held her."

"As a matter of fact, yes!"

Once again, she didn't say anything for a while. Then she said "she's
awfully nice. In that position, it wouldn't be unusual if something
happened."

I was a bit shocked by the way Sheila was taking this--even though
nothing happened. "Well it didn't!"

"But she's so nice. And don't *you* think she's a cute little thing?" I
glanced at her again: her eyes were still shut, and she looked for all
the world like she was completely relaxed.

"Well sure, but *I've* got what *I* need."

She giggled again. "Yes you do. But you had your chance."

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