My Wild Night With Green Day, chapter 2
"Well, here we are." Billie Joe said as he opened the door to the hotel room, the Presidential Suite to be specific. The girls gasped. It was huge. The room contained five bedrooms, each with a private bath, a kitchen, and a large main room.
"Since we have two extra rooms, you can each have your own." Billie continued. "Technically, ones for Jason, but he's not going to need it tonight. If he does... Well we'll figure that out later."
"Ok, sounds good." Bastet replied. Bob nodded in agreement. It was late, so we went straight to bed.
Bastet was still lying awake one hour later. "Stupid insomnia". She muttered. "And keep it down over there!" She added to the wall separating her room from Bob's. Suggestive sounds were coming for the room, and she'd heard her friend moan the name Billie, so she knew who Bob was with. "Why cant a high-end hotel like this have soundproofed walls?"
Five minutes later, she heard someone knock on her door. Curious as to who would want to see her when it was after midnight, she crossed the room, and opened the door. It was Tre.
"Hi. What do you want?" She asked as pleasantly as she could. Even a night owl with insomnia can be irritable at that time of night. Then she realized that he was only wearing a loosely tied robe. "You do know that I'm only 15, right?"
"So?" He replied, seductively, sending shivers down her spine. Bastet moved away from the door, and Tre entered the room, kicking the door shut behind him. "You want it, don'tcha?"
"Yeah, but... Whatever, lets do it." Tre walked over to her, and kissed her gently on the lips, then picked her up, and lay her on the bed. Discarding the robe, he climbed onto the bed. Bastet giggled a little as Tre lay down on top of her, and began to undress her...
"Since we have two extra rooms, you can each have your own." Billie continued. "Technically, ones for Jason, but he's not going to need it tonight. If he does... Well we'll figure that out later."
"Ok, sounds good." Bastet replied. Bob nodded in agreement. It was late, so we went straight to bed.
Bastet was still lying awake one hour later. "Stupid insomnia". She muttered. "And keep it down over there!" She added to the wall separating her room from Bob's. Suggestive sounds were coming for the room, and she'd heard her friend moan the name Billie, so she knew who Bob was with. "Why cant a high-end hotel like this have soundproofed walls?"
Five minutes later, she heard someone knock on her door. Curious as to who would want to see her when it was after midnight, she crossed the room, and opened the door. It was Tre.
"Hi. What do you want?" She asked as pleasantly as she could. Even a night owl with insomnia can be irritable at that time of night. Then she realized that he was only wearing a loosely tied robe. "You do know that I'm only 15, right?"
"So?" He replied, seductively, sending shivers down her spine. Bastet moved away from the door, and Tre entered the room, kicking the door shut behind him. "You want it, don'tcha?"
"Yeah, but... Whatever, lets do it." Tre walked over to her, and kissed her gently on the lips, then picked her up, and lay her on the bed. Discarding the robe, he climbed onto the bed. Bastet giggled a little as Tre lay down on top of her, and began to undress her...
