Feeling the water finally warm to her touch, she gently splashed just a bit on her face, being careful to watch for any running of her make-up. Damn it, she thought, looking at herself again in the mirror. She'd managed to loose an earring!
Without much more than a moment to consider where it might be, she heard a slight rapping on the door.
"Occupado," she yelled, leaning toward the door a bit, though without taking her eyes off the mirror.
Suddenly she realized that she had not latched the door as it was slowly opening and she could see a pale face slowly emerge.
"Jack," she whispered, suddenly confused and realizing that perhaps she was a bit more buzzed than she'd originally though, "Give me a minute."
"Well that's just it," he said, dropping his voice still further and pushing her gently back into the bathroom so he could enter and then shut the door after him, Liz distinctly heard the door latch this time. Oddly she found that it didn't bother her.
"I've given you almost three years," Jack said, continuing, "And it won't be long before we will both be leaving to really start our adult lives."
"I know," Liz replied as she sat on the edge of the tub to face him and crossed her legs, "I can't wait to get started."
"But," he said, cutting her off, "have you finished your bucket list for college? Any regrets for things you haven't done?"
Where was this going? Liz hoped everything was alright between Jack and Debbie.
"Sit," she said taking his hand and guiding him to the commode, which she'd thankfully previously closed the lid on. "You okay? What is up?"
"I don't want to leave here without being honest about the things I've dreamed about," he replied wistfully, "I at least need to share them, or I can't live with myself."
"What, like proposing to Debbie?" she asked, becoming lost in his conversation as it was already too deep for her.
"No, she and I have already agreed it is over," he said, visibly looking at the ceiling now, "It's other things, things that may get away. It's a convergence I feel. No, maybe not a feeling, but a need, or even yearning."
"Dammit", she thought- the bathroom at the Holiday Inn wasn't the place for a deep discussion on the meaning of life.
"Sure," she replied, still wondering where to go next, "What can I do?"
"You… you…," he whispered, bringing his gaze back to her. "What would… can't."
Liz was starting to worry, as it wasn't like Jack to ramble like this. He seemed on the verge of telling her something, but could never get there.
"Tell me, Jack," she said, squeezing his hand for more attention. "No matter what, I'll always be your friend."
Jack's gaze moved to the towel rack, then slowly, almost inaudibly, he whispered, "More." Then he weakly squeezed her hand.
Suddenly Liz realized what this was all about. The sly, but incredibly shy dog was finally hinting at taking things to a different plane with her. She breathed a sigh of relief for two reasons. The first of these was the reassurance that her friend wasn't going crazy.
"Yes," she whispered back, sliding down the side of the tub until she her lips were almost brushing his ear. "More would be wonderful."
He smiled and still didn't turn to face her, but she could see color start to return to his face, which most folks, including her, would consider to be a good thing. Gently she reached out and turned his head so that their faces were mere inches apart.
"You have no idea how that makes me feel," Liz cooed. And yes, she thought, cooing was the right word. She felt a slight but sudden swelling in her chest and a tightening sensation between her legs with an emotion she hadn't felt before. It was somewhere between fear, excitement, and pure joy. She could only imagine how tough it had been for Jack to get this far given his extreme shyness. Moving things along would be firmly in her court.
Without thinking, she kissed him on the lips and he jumped slightly. Soft was the first kiss they shared. Surprisingly his lips were supple, but gentle; it only took a second for his shyness to fall away, but he was by no means challenging her for ownership of managing this.
"Really?" he said as their lips parted, "I always thought-"
"No thinking now," she whispered, her voice now thick and husky. She kissed him again, feeling him respond more to her, placing his hands on her hips.
Their kisses grew in intensity until their tongues touched and tantalizingly teased the other. Liz felt alive, as every synapse fired in unison. Her hands drifted down his body, feeling the firmness in his groin.
"Take them off," she said in his ear as she pulled at his belt. He stood and dropped his bottoms, then kicked them off and into the corner. She had to admit surprise at seeing that he was completely shaved under his boxers, though she wasn't sure why.
He looked clean, virile, and downright sexy. Liz got off the tub, undid her shorts and shimmied them and her panties down and off of her, tossing them down on top of his.
She pushed him back down onto the commode and sat on his lap, facing him. Playfully she moved his sex up until it lay wedged against hers.
She kissed him again, but this time gyrated her hips against him. He felt divine, delicious, and devilishly good. She could feel the dampness his erection gave her and she was almost positive he could too. That coupled with the sudden fullness of her bosom made her skin tingle- and this time she knew is wasn't the drink talking.
He was fumbling with her bra strap, but wasn't making much progress.
"Let me," she moaned between wet kisses, and expertly reached behind her back and almost using only her nails slipped the catch, letting the band fall limp, though the cups still covered her for the most part. "You do the rest, Jack."
He gently reached up and slid his fingers under the straps of her rather frilly pink bra and pushed them off her shoulders and tossing it aside. His touch was electric and gave her almost a shock which was immediately followed by a cold chill. Liz could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention and she involuntarily arched her back to enjoy the wonderful feeling.
Seeing her breasts exposed and now elevated upwards at him, Jack bent slightly and took one of her erect nipples in his mouth and teasingly sucked it, while seductively squeezing the other just enough to drive her mad with desire.
"God," she moaned, grinding just a bit more against his cock, "You are not so shy now are you?" She took her breast and held it closer so that he could latch on better to her now fully engorged nipple. "Suck," she asked, "Firm but gentle."
She saw him glance up at her for a moment, then regain a firmer lock on her nipple. He alternated gentle nips with his teeth with an erotic swirling of his tongue. No man in her brief life had made her want to fuck- no, not fuck she realized. Perhaps for the first time, she wanted to make love, even if it was in a hotel bathroom.
She felt her hands begin to run down his front, until she felt the softness of the head of his shaft around the level of his navel. Grabbing it, she played with just the head, enjoying the feel of its opening against her fingertips.
She heard Jack gasp as he lost his seal against her breast. She began to slowly work her hand up and down his elegant shaft while again taking his tongue in her mouth. She felt his hands firmly grab her ass and pull her against him. The time was now.
Still working his cock, she lifted up slightly until she could position it properly. As she slid back down, she tried to slow things down so that she could savor every moment. She felt his breath hot and ragged on her shoulder as she grabbed the counter with one hand and his shoulder with the other.
"Jack," she said as she began to slowly ride him, "You feel wonderful. I never thought-"