I felt her leg reach around mine as if she, too, was trying to remove some distance between us. By this time our tongues were wrestling with each othe..., first within her mouth, and then inside mine. We were both breathing heavily, sharing the close air underneath the blankets, and the air temperature around us moderated with our exhalations and the release of our body heat. My hand, already warmed, found its way under her sweater to the soft skin beneath, and I pressed my palm against the small. ." I responded."How about John and Jane Smith?" he suggested."Um ... sure." Sounded good to me!Alex smiled, grabbed my arm, and gave it a good squeeze."Mr. and Mrs. John Smith," he said."Thank you." Sure. Smoking or non-smoking?" Non-smoking." Fucking or non-fucking?" What?"He smiled broadly. "I assume fucking."Oh, hell! It was a stupid joke and I fell for it.He finished whatever he needed to complete and handed us an electronic key."Room 115. Far end of the building. Checkout is at noon.". The hands explored her, and there were so many of them, Amaya couldn’t focus on any one. Someone grabbed a nipple and flicked it gently. Someone cupped her ass and squeezed. Someone pulled her hair harshly, while someone else pinched the lip of her sex.Her breasts were the focus of most of the attention. Hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. Other hands played with her nipples, and Amaya would hiss as they pinched and pulled. Someone bit her breast and she cried out. The biter moved away, but. Everyone I touch, it all turns to hell.”It was my turn to be shocked. I looked for a hint of mirth in her voice, but found absolutely none.“Shit, Lara, don’t say that. Please.”“It’s true.”“It’s not!” I pleaded.She turned suddenly, looking at me with angry red eyes. “Oh yeah? Look at Julie, and how she treated you after me.”“Come on, Lara, she didn’t really—”Lara interrupted me with ferocity. “Don’t even try that shit with me, Matt. You know exactly what I’m talking about, because I’ve seen it.