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Mother and son reconnect after a drunken party.

Our parents were at the counter for what seemed like a long time, when Katie leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

"What about that creeper in the Metro, very gross."

"I know, tell me about it," I said. "I'm glad we live in a small city. That way the only creepy pervert is Mr. Walton."

"I know, I hate biology class with him."

We were interrupted by our parents, who had returned from the counter with expressions of satisfaction that seemed a bit extreme for successfully checking into a hotel, albeit a nice one like this. We followed them down the hallway to a bank of elevators, and it was only when we were inside and heading to the fourth floor that we understood their cause for celebration.

"Well, we didn't want to tell you ahead of time, but we reserved three rooms for the week," Katie's mom said quietly. When we both looked at her with puzzled faces she elaborated. "You've both been so trustworthy, and you're both eighteen, we decided to let you two stay in the same room."

"It's a suite, with two bedrooms," my mother added. Our dads both looked on but said nothing. I was not sure if they were on board with the idea, and I couldn't believe this was actually happening. "We want your word that you'll behave and stay in your own bedrooms. If you can agree to the terms the room is yours."

I looked at Katie, who quickly looked over all four of our parents. "Deal," she said, trying not to look too excited. We reached the elevators and stood in the back as our parents packed in with us. I reached behind Katie and squeezed her hand gently. She returned the squeeze and we separated. A few seconds later we were spilling out into the hallway with luggage wheeling behind us. Katie's dad handed us the key card and looked at me for a second before smiling and patting me on the shoulder awkwardly.

"You two might as well get settled, and come to our room in an hour so we can head out to dinner. There's a nice place a few blocks from here," he said, then ushered us in and shut the door behind us.

It took about thirty seconds before Katie jumped into my arms, kissing me as I tried not to fall over from the force of our collision.

"What the hell just happened?" I said, catching my breath.

"Two things, I think. First, I think they have given up and realized that things are 'going to happen' between us. Second, I suspect the major factor, is that they want their own rooms to themselves. Remember our last trip, they didn't seem to complain about a little privacy. Come on, let's look around."

We threw our bags into our separate bedrooms. A small living room and sitting room separated our bedrooms. We had a balcony that overlooked a busy street. Our rooms were identical, and we separated to unpack, but within a minute or two I heard a quiet squeal and was suddenly tackled onto my bed. Katie was on top of me, and as I rolled over she fell next to me in a quiet giggle. We kissed, with our hands quickly exploring each other.

"We can't," she whispered, "we can't do anything right now. We've got to meet them in forty minutes." Still, we kissed and touched, and Katie was growing bolder, until we both sat upright, panting, our faces flush. Katie's jeans were partially unzipped and my erection was throbbing against my jeans, pulsing with excitement.

"Well, this is going to be a fun week," she said. "Do you think they'll check on us?"

"I'm not sure, we'll have to be careful. Although, come to think of it, they did just let us stay in the same suite. I can't predict what they'll do."

"This is pretty nice, isn't it," she said, reclining on the bed. "It's like we're on vacation together, alone. It's like, I don't know, it's like..."

"I know," I said, kissing her. "By the way, what were you going to show me, in your suitcase."

"Oh," she said, giggling, "I don't think I'm going to need it now. But let me show you." She darted out of my bedroom, returning a minute later with a what looked like a pen. "I brought this to keep me busy while we were in separate rooms for a week.

"Is that a pen? Were you planning on writ