Sharing Accomodations

When they wanted to take a three-night vacation, they thought it'd be fun to invite their best friends (also a young couple), to come with. By splitting the cost of a hotel room, they could all afford the trip, and save the money, or spend it on fun activities. 

The hotel room was big enough, with two queen beds. Little did they anticipate that after the first night, returning to the room rather drunk, they'd all end up on the bed together. There was just something in the air--the thrill of flying somewhere new. Checking into a hotel. Having all your clothes in a suitcase. Having cocktails by the pool. Vacation sex. Every couple loves it. It's what you do the first night in the new hotel. So it was almost a pavlovian response that after stumbing back to the room, each couple wanted to fuck. It wasn't like one couple could ask the other to leave. There was no privacy. And each person was so drunk and ready for sex, it wasn't like they were going to change into pajamas and go to sleep. 

There was an awkward silence for a moment as each couple stood there in the middle of the room, each thinking how much they wanted to be having sex at that moment, but not knowing what to do about the other couple. Finally one of the women just broke the ice and said what they were all thinking: "I am so ready for some fucking. Is it just me?"

"Oh no," the others assured her. Everyone was eager. So, with some giddy laughing and some clothes tossed across the room in a dramatic flair, they found themselves moving toward the bed and then just letting sexual reflexes take over.