A funny adventure
First of all, P and I had a lot of mutual friends and I really, really liked her. But at the same time she had a very active social life, if you know what I mean. After a few months of flirting but never actually getting the chance to do something we decided that come hell or high water she and I were going out for a date, just the two of us.
We went to a very nice Indian restaurant where we continued to flirt, feeding each other bites of food, holding hands, laughing. And we decided that after dinner we were going to go on a ride on my bike up to one of the hotels on the hills surrounding the valley. And we did, stopping only to pick up a couple of bottles of wine, and some fuel for the bike.
We arrived at the hotel around 9pm and managed to get a room with a balcony. We went right up, called room service and ordered some chocolate cake, and a large pot of coffee as we had gotten quite cold on the ride up. P then revealed that she had also packed a half litre bottle of whiskey in her hand bag. And when the coffee came we sat out, mixed in the whiskey and held hands, drinking, and talking.
We talked about all sorts, and we laughed, and we drank. Soon the coffee had run out so we opened a bottle of wine. She told me stories about her hometown, I told her stories about moving from country to country growing up. We talked about heartbreak, we talked of the magic that the first night of sex always has, and how our first night is going to be wild.
She and I discovered that neither of us had ever had a first night in a hotel before and we quickly got up and walked around the room, making plans about what we are going to do on the dresser, what I am going to do to her on the sofa, what she is going to do to me in the shower. We were satisfied with our plans and went back out to finish the rather decent bottle of wine. In fact the wine was so good that we decided to open the second bottle, have a glass each and then go to the sofa and make out.
But the second bottle of wine tasted even better, and we decided that we should finish the bottle then go crazy, and after that we could always call room service if we wanted something. So we did. We sat, talked more and drank more. All the time the excitement was building up, the drinks had liberated us and soon instead of just holding hands, we were feeling each other up. We decided that it was time to take it up a level and headed indoors.
As soon as we entered the room, without saying a word to each other we started to strip off our clothes, and soon both of us were naked and looking at each other. Then calmly we walked into each other's arms and fell into bed. We held each other tightly, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin contact. We were warm from each other, and our bellies were warm from drinking. I closed my eyes as I felt her hug me tighter.
We awoke next morning to the sound of our 7am wake up call. Heads hurting, we asked for some bottles of water and a pot of coffee to be sent up to our room, we looked at each other, naked in the daylight, and we laughed. She had passed out when she hugged me tighter and I passed out shortly after. We had slept naked in each other's arms the night through. I kissed her gently on the cheek, and then helped her dress. She kissed my lips and helped me with my clothes.
The coffee and water arrived and we sat on the terrace admiring the way the sun lit up each and every nook and cranny below us, neither of us mentioning the lost night. We discussed the idea of staying another night, but dismissed the idea, and the idea of us becoming lovers. Somehow that one naked night had led us down a path of unyielding friendship and showed us that had we fucked each other our relationship would have been doomed. Instead we message each other frequently now, thanks to the power of the internet. We tell each other our adventures and missteps, and to this day, I still count P as possibly my best friend ever..
We went to a very nice Indian restaurant where we continued to flirt, feeding each other bites of food, holding hands, laughing. And we decided that after dinner we were going to go on a ride on my bike up to one of the hotels on the hills surrounding the valley. And we did, stopping only to pick up a couple of bottles of wine, and some fuel for the bike.
We arrived at the hotel around 9pm and managed to get a room with a balcony. We went right up, called room service and ordered some chocolate cake, and a large pot of coffee as we had gotten quite cold on the ride up. P then revealed that she had also packed a half litre bottle of whiskey in her hand bag. And when the coffee came we sat out, mixed in the whiskey and held hands, drinking, and talking.
We talked about all sorts, and we laughed, and we drank. Soon the coffee had run out so we opened a bottle of wine. She told me stories about her hometown, I told her stories about moving from country to country growing up. We talked about heartbreak, we talked of the magic that the first night of sex always has, and how our first night is going to be wild.
She and I discovered that neither of us had ever had a first night in a hotel before and we quickly got up and walked around the room, making plans about what we are going to do on the dresser, what I am going to do to her on the sofa, what she is going to do to me in the shower. We were satisfied with our plans and went back out to finish the rather decent bottle of wine. In fact the wine was so good that we decided to open the second bottle, have a glass each and then go to the sofa and make out.
But the second bottle of wine tasted even better, and we decided that we should finish the bottle then go crazy, and after that we could always call room service if we wanted something. So we did. We sat, talked more and drank more. All the time the excitement was building up, the drinks had liberated us and soon instead of just holding hands, we were feeling each other up. We decided that it was time to take it up a level and headed indoors.
As soon as we entered the room, without saying a word to each other we started to strip off our clothes, and soon both of us were naked and looking at each other. Then calmly we walked into each other's arms and fell into bed. We held each other tightly, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin contact. We were warm from each other, and our bellies were warm from drinking. I closed my eyes as I felt her hug me tighter.
We awoke next morning to the sound of our 7am wake up call. Heads hurting, we asked for some bottles of water and a pot of coffee to be sent up to our room, we looked at each other, naked in the daylight, and we laughed. She had passed out when she hugged me tighter and I passed out shortly after. We had slept naked in each other's arms the night through. I kissed her gently on the cheek, and then helped her dress. She kissed my lips and helped me with my clothes.
The coffee and water arrived and we sat on the terrace admiring the way the sun lit up each and every nook and cranny below us, neither of us mentioning the lost night. We discussed the idea of staying another night, but dismissed the idea, and the idea of us becoming lovers. Somehow that one naked night had led us down a path of unyielding friendship and showed us that had we fucked each other our relationship would have been doomed. Instead we message each other frequently now, thanks to the power of the internet. We tell each other our adventures and missteps, and to this day, I still count P as possibly my best friend ever..
3 years ago