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In light of the previous night's events, the morning was surprisingly normal.
Tammy gave no noticeable reaction to the three of us being naked in bed together when she woke up, and made no mention of the activities that had occurred. Which made me curious if she had been completely oblivious to what had happened, or was aware and simply chose not to say anything.
Angela, of course, knew exactly what had occurred, but aside from being somewhat more affectionate with her looks and touches, everything felt as it always had. Fair enough. Last night had happened, we both enjoyed it, and we were getting on with our day. Still, a future conversation on the subject seemed likely.
The late night arrival (and later-night antics) had resulted in a bleary-eyed scramble to meet our check-out time, so we followed up with a leisurely breakfast at a local diner before hitting the road. However, the relaxed interlude set the pace for the day, and after additional stops for travel snacks, etc., it was clear that we were running well behind schedule. In order to avoid another hotel-room debacle like the night before, we collectively agreed that it would be a good idea to cancel our existing reservation, recalculate our travel range for the day, and book a new room in a closer town.
Angela made the call while we stopped for lunch, and I returned from the washroom just in time to hear her say "That's fine, whatever you have, as long as it sleeps three," as she concluded her call with the motel.
With the benefit of good planning, we arrived at our evening's stop at a much more reasonable 8:00, and a few minutes later, we hauled our bags into a room that bore a striking resemblance to the previous night's accomodations. King size bed. Pull-out couch. Unfortunate coincidence, or was something else going on here? My attempt to catch Angie's eye to inquire was dodged as she immediately looked away and ducked into the bathroom. I shrugged and started unpacking for the night.
It was still relatively early, so we wandered over to the lounge for a couple drinks and some light food -- chicken fingers, nachos, etc.-- and enjoyed an hour or so of socialization before deciding it was time to turn in for the night. Tammy and Angela headed to the room while I finished settling our bar tab and double-checked that everything we needed had been brought in from the car. By the time I got to the room, Angie was just putting her toothbrush away. She walked toward me as I closed the door, and slipped her arms gently around my neck. I pulled her close, and we held each other wordlessly for a few moments before she released me. The impending end to nearly two decades of close proximity was clearly affecting both of us, and I was treasuring each moment we were spending together on this trip.
I completed my pre-bedtime routine and wandered back out into the room, pausing to survey the scene with mild amusement. Like the room itself, the situation was oddly familiar. One king-size bed? Check. Tammy curled up, fast asleep on one side of the bed? Check. Angie stretched out on the other side? Check. This time, Angie was awake and under the covers, but as she slid to the middle of the bed and pulled the blanket back for me, I was treated to enough of a glimpse to confirm that she was once again completely naked. Interesting. Not one to refuse such a clear invitation, I clicked off the lights, undressed in the near-darkness, and slipped in beside her.
We wrapped around each other as soon as I was settled under the blanket, and we spent a long time lying together, just savouring the beautifully sensual experience of nothing but skin against skin. That sensual feeling, however, was having an effect, not just on my poor, tired, addled brain, but also on other, more expressive parts of my body. My cock rose to the occasion, and was pressing against her thigh in a manner that she couldn't help but notice.
Here's the thing about Angela and me. We had never been a couple in the entire time we had known each other. Sure, we had been each other's "date" to events over the years, but we had never expressed or acted on any romantic or sexual desire. Lustful teenage thoughts had of course entered my mind, but I had always kept those to myself out of respect
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