Desperation and Fornication

Part 4: The Fornication

Alright, you finally made it. The chapter that really kicks things into fourth base. Or, more accurately, strokes things into fourth base. I have friends who refer to the bases as follows:

1st Base-Holding Hands and/or Kissing

2nd Base-They Caressed the Breasts at Her Request

3rd Base-They Visited the Land Down Under (Fingering or Handjobs/Blowjobs)

4th Base-Making Love, Having Sex, Doing It, Sleeping with Each Other, Sexual Commerce/Congress, Making the Beast with Two Backs, Doing the Deed, Committing Coitus, Going at it Like Rabbits, Getting Smashed/Nailed/Railed/Banged/Fucked, or my personal favorite, Doing Some Math Homework (You add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and pray you don't multiply).

Also, why call it fourth base? I mean, if we're going by baseball terms, which we have been for the past three bases, then we should be calling it home plate, but no! All the horny motherfuckers decided to think with the wrong head when they came up with this bullshit naming system. Well, you probably want to hear more about the hot sex that these two are about to have rather than what they'd call it when they brag to their friends about it, so let's get back to them.

They ran into the hotel lobby kissing with every step and smiling in-between every kiss. The anticipation was killing the both of them, and they couldn't wait until they got their own room. They walked up to the counter and had to pry themselves off of each other to be able to talk to the clerk. Is that what they're called, clerks? Maybe they have a more fancy title that I don't know of. Whatever, I'm too lazy to look it up.

"Hi, how can I help you?" The clerk (fuck it, that's just what I'm going with) looked at them and smiled. She could clearly tell what Tracey and John were about to do, but she had to act normal if she wanted to keep her job.

John looked at Tracey and Tracey looked at John. He raised his eyebrows at her and she was waiting for him to talk to the clerk. He then looked at her in another way, in a way that to her, indicated confusion, or more accurately, a lack of experience. She knew what he was thinking but still phrased her sentence in a question as a courtesy.

"Have you never been to a hotel?"

"Only with my parents, I don't know how to-"

"Oh my god, you've never been to a hotel in your entire adult life!" Upon hearing this, the clerk spoke to try to make things easier for the couple.

"I assume you need a room, Mr?"

"John, you can just call me John, and yes, we need a room for one night." The clerk started typing on her computer, she was finding a room that they wanted. In the meantime, they both were waiting to get it on, but their urges didn't go away. He needed her, and she needed him. They each had their own images of what their sex would be like, and Tracey felt her knees start to tremble and John's hands were shaking. It wasn't that hard to picture what it would be like for them, they had already seen each other's...special places, so fantasizing didn't really take much imagining, but instead taking mental photos that already existed and making a collage of them in a certain order.

"A single bed or a double?" The clerk asked. She knew the answer to this question, but she would get written up if she didn't ask it. Then John looked over at Tracey.

"Can you do talking? I don't know how this normally tends to go." John said to her. She rolled her eyes with a smile on her face, showing that she was annoyed with him, but not too annoyed to the point where she didn't want him to fuck her so hard that the moon came falling down once they got up to their hotel room.

"Yes," Tracey said to John, "We'll take a single, thank you." Tracey said this to the clerk. The clerk fake-smiled and nodded, her superficial grin being extremely apparent.