JiMC - Title - Lucky Tickets

"Certainly, Miss Swift," the concierge said, obviously knowing Kristen on sight.

Kristen turned toward me and smiled. "My daddy holds a few conferences here, and he allows me to hang out sometimes."

I don’t exactly know why she was telling me these things. We both knew that Kristen’s family ran in different circles than mine did, and it hadn’t yet become any point of contention between us. I think it was that Kristen wanted to make it a point for the both of us to get more comfortable in each other’s worlds. As it was, when the two of us were in my world (like in the music room at school), Kristen would let me take the lead. Similarly, when we were in Kristen’s world, she would be the one to take charge. It’s an arrangement that seemed to suit the two of us pretty well.

I smiled at Kristen and said, "Do your thing, Goddess."

"You’re sweet!" Kristen smiled, dimpling her cheeks and crinkling her nose. We got out of the car. She left the keys in the car and I went to get the bags out of the trunk. The concierge took the bags for me, and a young bellhop took the Camaro and carefully drove it away.

Inside the hotel, the front desk already had Kristen’s paperwork ready, along with a couple of keys. Kristen handed her American Express card to the desk clerk, and signed her name on a receipt. The entire process took about thirty seconds. A bellhop took the keys, and escorted the two of us into the elevator.

I was very impressed with the service we were getting. My only experience with motels (Holiday Inns, Days Inns, etc. with my parents) had been a totally different experience.

Kristen did not make any attempt to hide her identity. She was obviously known to many people there. And anybody knowing her or her father father would probably know that she was only seventeen years old. Anybody looking at me could probably tell that I was a minor as well. But no such notice was made, at least not in our presence. The two of us were treated as royalty would. It felt nice.

Another bellhop had taken our luggage from the concierge, and escorted us to our room, opening the door with one of our keys. The door opened into a foyer about the size of the one at my house, which led into a very opulent living room, complete with television.

There was also a kitchenette that included what Kristen called a "mini bar" (a small refrigerator containing all kinds of liquors and mixers, some candy, nuts, and other stuff). Kristen told me that the housekeeper would figure out whatever we took from the mini bar and add the cost to our bill.

There were two bedrooms attached to the living room. The master bedroom was the only one I remember nowadays, since we didn’t spend any time in the other one. That master bedroom was large and had a king size bed in it. Through the bedroom was a bathroom that had a sunken bathtub with nozzles on it that I recognized as being jets for a hot tub. There was a separate shower, and other bathroom fixtures.

Kristen handed the bellhop some money, and he gave us the keys, thanked us, and he left us to ourselves.

Back in the living room, I noticed that the cocktail table had a bucket full of ice with a bottle of French Champagne on it with a note that read "Compliments of the Staff."

"So, what do you think, Jim?" Kristen asked.

I moved over to my little blonde Goddess and swept her into a kiss. "It’s as romantic as you had promised."

Kristen giggled as we kissed. "You ain’t seen nothin' yet."

I wondered what other surprises that Kristen would have in store tonight.

Kristen showed me how to open a bottle of Champagne. She held the bottle near the bottom, instructing me "never hold the bottle by the neck!" She removed the foil and a wire contraption from on top of the cork, and then used a towel from a drawer to drape over the cork, and slowly worked it up. I grinned; it almost looked like she was giving the bottle a hand job! The cork finally let go, not with a loud "POP" as I had expected, but with a small "poof" instead.

Kristen handed me the bottle and showed me the fluted Champagne glasses, asking me to pour for the two of us.

I did so, holding the bottle near the bottom as Kristen had shown me. As I was pouring, Kristen went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her, a clear sign that she wanted to be alone for whatever else she had planned. I heard the water start in the bathtub, and also some movement as Kristen did who-knows-what in the bedroom.

The bedroom door opened, and Kristen emerged, wearing a luxurious terry robe that had the name of the hotel emblazoned on it. She smiled one of her killer smiles at me, and told me to undress and get into the other robe that was in the closet in the bedroom.

I obeyed the Goddess, and went into the room. In the closet, I found Kristen’s outfit that she had worn earlier that day hanging up. Next to it in the closet was a terry robe, identical to Kristen’s in every way except there was no way my body would fill it out as nicely as Kristen’s could.

I quickly undressed, and hung up my slacks and shirt, trying to make my clothes look as neat as Kristen’s outfit. I wasn’t quite successful, but I did try.

Kristen called after me. "What’s taking you so long, stud?"

"Just trying to keep things neat," I said.

"Can you check the water level? It needs to get just above the jet nozzles."

"Yes, Goddess!"

"Sweet!" Kristen called back.

The water level was at the middle of the highest nozzle. I waited another minute or so, until the water level was exactly where Kristen had told me to turn off the water. I did so.

The proximity of the water had its typical effect on me, so I used the toilet (there was no "Sanitized for your protection" strip, I noticed).

I finally came out of the bathroom, passed through the bedroom around the large bed, and exited into the living room. Kristen had managed to find a plate of strawberries, as well as another plate with some wedge of a dark yellow Swiss cheese with a cheese knife.

"Ready for a snack?" Kristen asked, picking up the tray.

"Uh, huh!" I said, moving toward her and kissing her. "Yummy!"

"Not me, stud! We have strawberries and cheese! A place like this has the best," Kristen said. "And look at the size and color of these strawberries!"

Those strawberries were indeed huge and deep red.

I picked one of the berries from Kristen’s tray. Before I could pop it into my mouth, Kristen said, "First, a toast!"

"All right," I said, picking up the two flutes. I waited until Kristen put down the plates, and handed her a glass.

Kristen said, "Here’s to a happy birthday, Jim. To the end of one era, and the beginning of a new one!"

I asked, "End of an era?"

Kristen smiled. "End of a virgin era for you, and the beginning of a new era for the two of us!"

I smiled, and decided to make a toast myself. "And here’s to a lovely evening for me and the prettiest girl in the world!"

Kristen’s cheek’s dimpled as she took the compliment. The two of us clinked glasses, and I was about to sip my glass when Kristen stopped me.

"Bite the strawberry first," Kristen suggested.

I did so, and watched Kristen nibble hers as well.

The two of us then sipped our Champagne.

I had never tasted Champagne, although I had drank beer and wine before. I had expected Champagne to taste sort of like a cross between a white wine and a beer (due to the color and the bubbles). The taste, however, was much different than I had expected, and it was very delicious. The tartness of the strawberry seemed to merge nicely with the luscious taste of the Champagne.

I tried to just sip my Champagne, but didn’t do very well. Somehow, the glass managed to empty itself surprisingly quickly. I went to get the bottle to "top off" the empty glass, but Kristen put her hand gently on mine, saying, "That’s the quickest way to a headache, honey," smiling as she said that.