Chapter 18

On the way back to the hotel, we detoured through Washington Square. It’s diagonally across Walnut Street from Independence Square, and it contains the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier of the American Revolution. We had been there a couple of nights before on one of those commercial ghost tours, but we hadn’t really had much time to pause and appreciate it.

As it turns out, it’s an awe-inspiring place to visit at night. At the tomb of the unknown there’s an eternal flame, and behind it a statue of George Washington. Behind the statue, written in large letters on a wall, are the words, “Freedom is a light for which many men have died in darkness.”

I think a shiver went through all of us as we stood there, not holding hands anymore because it somehow seemed frivolous to do so in such a serious place. We were each lost in our own thoughts, looking around, taking it all in.

After a while we turned and walked on toward our hotel. As we left the square we took each other’s hands again, and as I thought about the two incredible young ladies I was with it occurred to me that the inscription was wrong. It should have said, “men and women”. Equally.

We walked in silence the final five blocks to the hotel. We may have raised a few eyebrows walking through the lobby all holding hands, but we got to the elevator without incident. The desk clerk was smirking at us, of course, but they all had ever since we arrived three days before and checked into a room with just a single king-sized bed.

Just before the elevator doors closed, a middle-aged couple came hurrying up. I pressed the “open door” button to give them time to make it, and then we moved to the back to give them room. They smiled and thanked us, but the woman did a double-take when she saw that we were all holding hands. Then she and her husband pushed the button for their floor and turned their backs to us, patiently waiting.

It’s a good thing they did, too, because as soon as the door closed Jackie dropped Delaney’s hand and reached under her skirt. I heard Delaney gasp softly and looked down to find Jackie fondling her ass. She was clearly moving her hand up and down those muscular globes, and given how much shorter she was than Delaney it was easy for her to move her hand down and under that firm ass, her fingers teasing her pussy lips.

We all looked up at the flashing numbers on the elevator panel, pretending nothing was happening, until the older couple got out. As soon as we were alone, Jackie said, “Bend over and grab the door.” Delaney hesitated for a moment, and then complied. Jackie flipped her skirt up over her hips and ran her hands all over our girlfriend’s ass. As she did, she leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I know you want it. As soon as we get back to the room, Danny is going to pop your anal cherry and give you your first ass-only orgasm. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I looked at her in surprise. Way back when we had first started our affair with Delaney, Jackie had made it clear that she wanted my cock reserved for her. We had shared a lot of oral sex since that day and generally fooled around with each other every chance we had, but my cock had never been anywhere inside Delaney except for her mouth since our first tryst on that snowy day in December. Now, apparently, the rules were changing?

Delaney also seemed surprised, because she hesitated again for a long moment or two, then shivered and nodded.

“Good,” Jackie said. “Now, when that door opens I’m going first, down the hallway to open our door. Danny is going to take up the rear, so to speak,” she continued, grinning. “And you’re going to show him how much you want his big dick up your ass by walking in front of him the whole way and holding your skirt up as high as it will go.”

Delaney didn’t take her hands off the elevator door – we had engaged in a bit of d/s play over the past few months and she knew better than to disobey Jackie – but she did turn and stare at her. “What?” She asked. “Anybody in the hallway or looking out their door ... I mean, they’ll be able to see me!”

Jackie had turned back to the door as the elevator slowed to a stop. “Is that a problem?” she said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask a high school girl to expose herself in a hotel hallway.

Delaney was silent for a moment, but finally turned back to the door and said, “No, ma’am.”

When the doors began to open she straightened up, dropped her hands to the hem of her skirt, and stepped out into the hallway behind Jackie. As soon as she could see that there was nobody else in the hall, she raised her skirt as far as she could, pulling it up to her ribs and holding it taut.

Jackie set the pace, and she wasn’t in a hurry. There was no possibility that Delaney was going to run ahead to our door, because that wouldn’t do any good. Instead, she held her head up and walked steadily. I stayed right behind her, blocking the view of anybody who might step into the hallway behind us, but tremendously enjoying the view myself.

Huge asses seem to be the rage these days. Go on any porno site and it’s full of women with oversized, jiggly butts twerking and slamming their quivering cheeks down on some guy’s cock. That never turned me on, though. I like asses that aren’t too big or too flat. Give me firm over flabby any day. Jackie’s ass was pert, just begging to be fondled, but Delaney’s was a thing of beauty. Being in crew, her ass was large and all hard muscle. It was utterly firm, flexing and stretching under her perfect, smooth skin as she walked.