The hotel was way up the highway, and snazzy enough to have a doorman. Tyler stepped through the entrance into an immense lobby, where everything seemed to be plated in gold. He went to the desk and dropped his duffle bag to the floor. "Um, I have a reservation," he said. "Tyler McShane?"

He had to show two different forms of I.D., and had to sign two different papers. Then he was handed a key in the form of a card, and made his way around a huge luggage rack. Before he got to the elevator, he walked past a pair of glass doors, and looked inside. In a giant ballroom, about two hundred chairs had been arranged, and the chairs were each decorated with a sprig of flowers. Bethany seemed to like the color pink – there were pink roses, a pink rug, and random pink ribbons everywhere. Tyler turned back to the lobby, and crossed the tiled floor.

At an elevator, he pressed a button, and the doors split apart. He stepped into a mirrored space and hit the number 3. The doors closed, and he felt himself ascend.

He got out on the third floor, found his room and went in. He closed and locked the door, and set down his bag. He switched on the light, and crossed the carpet to the bed.

Falling onto his back, he looked at the ceiling. After a few minutes he pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. I got the room, he typed, and Rachel texted back: Ok. I'm getting ready.

He grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV. A pair of heavy curtains dangled from one wall, and he went to them and pulled them apart. Sun shone into his face, and he looked down at the parking lot. He'd told his grandmother he was going to a "party at a hotel," which wasn't totally a lie. He got his duffle bag, opened the closet and tossed it inside. He went to the door and switched off the light. The room was full of sun, and it shone onto the bed but left a few places in the dark. Tyler looked at his phone again, and then went back to the closet. He got the box of condoms out of his bag, opened the drawer on the bedside table, and set the box inside. Pulling off his sweatshirt, he lay down to wait.

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A few hours later, he clicked off the TV. He stood up and stretched, and went to the window. The sun had gone down, and he pulled the curtains back together. A small lamp sat on the table, and he reached under its shade to turn the switch. A soft glow emanated, and it was lovely.

His phone rang, and he tapped Rapunzel's name. Well, they're married, she had said, and Tyler responded with: How did everything go?

Great, she said. It was really romantic.

Are people still there?

Most people have left. And now people are getting drunk.

He laughed. So no one would notice if you snuck upstairs?

Probably not.

Ok, he said. It's on the 3rd floor. Room 302.

Ok.

He went to the bathroom and checked his reflection. A mini-toothbrush was wrapped in plastic, and he opened it and wet it in the sink. He didn't want to smell like toothpaste, so he brushed his teeth with water. He went back to the door and unlocked it, waited a minute, and stepped out into the hall. He heard the elevator open and close, and Rachel came around a corner. She wore a filmy yellow dress, and carried a bunch of pink roses.

"I caught the bouquet," she said.

"So you're the next one to get married?"

"Yeah. Well, supposedly."

Tyler went to her, and they embraced. He kissed the top of her head, and she quickly looked around. "No one's here," he whispered, and they stepped into the room. He locked the door, and Rachel set down her roses. "Do you want the light on?" Tyler asked. He switched it on, and it glared from the ceiling. "Just the lamp's better," Rachel said, and he switched it back off.

They wrapped their arms around each other, and really intensely kissed. "I love you," Tyler whispered, and Rachel laid her head on his chest. "What song did you sing?" he asked. "I forgot."

"'All Things Bright and Beautiful,'" Rachel said.

"Could you sing it now? For me?"

"I can't sing without a microphone."

"Sure you can."

She hummed a little, but then shook her head. "No, I really can't."

"Do you want to listen to music, then?" He went to the table, and picked up his phone. "How about something classical?"

"How about Tchaikovsky?" she asked. "There's a symphony called Romeo and Juliet."

"Okay," Tyler said. "If I can spell that." He found it on Spotify, and tapped the screen. Violins and other stringed instruments played from the speaker. He and Rachel embraced again, and she asked, "Do you, um.... Do you have any condoms?"

"Yeah," he said, and pulled open the drawer. "I bought some."

She stepped out of her heels, and reached back to unzip her dress. "You, um.... You haven't done it before, have you?"

"No," she said, and let her dress fall to the floor. She wore a white bra and bikini-briefs, and white nylons that ended at the thighs. Tyler sat on the bed, and she stood between his legs. He felt himself get hard, and slipped one hand around her back. Her body hair was blonde, and she had a little bit of chubbiness around her stomach, which only added to the cute. She tugged up his t-shirt, and he helped her yank it off. He pulled her nylons down and off her feet, one leg at a time. "You know," he said, "girls don't usually have an orgasm... the first time they do it."

"Yeah," she said. "Probably not."

"But if you wanted to have an orgasm first... with my hand...."

She smiled a little, and nodded. He stood up, and Rachel lay down on her back. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Tyler touched the inside of her thigh. He rubbed her soft skin, and then moved his hand to her underwear. They were silky and white, and he stroked the area they covered. Her body was rigid, and he pressed his fingers, over and over. She got wet, and it penetrated the fabric. She took his hand and slid it inside the silky cloth. He found her clitoris and rubbed it, hard and as fast as he could. She looked at the ceiling, and her breath became louder and quicker. A small sound came from deep within her throat. After a minute or two, she relaxed, and her breathing returned to normal.

She looked into his eyes, and looked happy. "Was that your first orgasm?" Tyler asked, and she nodded. They both laughed, and he took her hand and kissed it.

"I guess it's your turn now," she said.

Tyler stood up from the mattress, and kicked off his shoes. He took off his socks, undid his jeans and pulled them off. One of the benefits of being bisexual was that you just knew what looked sexy on a man, and tight stretchy boxer shorts were the best. He went to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer and got a condom out of the box. He tore it open, and Rachel watched him pull down his underwear and roll it onto his erection. He took his shorts off completely, and she sat up and took off her bra. She lay back onto the pillows, and Tyler pulled her bikinis down her legs and off her body.

He kneeled onto the mattress and lay between her legs. He supported himself with one hand, and she bent her knees and wrapped her arms around his back.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded, and he entered her body, slowly and completely. "How does it feel?" he asked. "Does it feel okay?"

"It's okay," she said, and he asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's okay."

"If you want to stop, we can stop," he said, and she shook her head back and forth.

He pumped his body into hers, and a few minutes later had a very gentle orgasm. When it was over, they lay still, and looked into each other's eyes. "Well, we did it," he said, and he smiled and Rachel laughed. 

He held onto the condom and pulled out, and then went to the bathroom. He switched on the light and pulled off the latex, and noticed a tiny bit of blood. Dropping it in the trash, he went back to the bed and lay down. "I love you," he said, and they snuggled into each other's arms.