Fake Hostel Stuck: Best Must-Have Rescue Tale

So this fake hostel stuck thing started as the dumbest joke—my roommate and I wedged ourselves between the bunk and the wall for a photo, and then the guy we’d been chatting with earlier wandered in and just stayed, and the air went thick and my heart did that stupid fast thing. Neither of us untangled ourselves. He knelt down and kissed my ankle, worked his way up slow, my friend watching with this wide-eyed grin like she dared me to keep going. One thing led to another, her mouth on him while I guided his hands, then me bent over the edge of the mattress while she whispered funny shit to keep me laughing between gasps. We switched positions like solving a puzzle—missionary with her legs hooked over his shoulders, then me riding him slow while she pressed her fingers where it counted—and the whole cramped room smelled like sweat and cheap soap. When he finished in my mouth I swallowed and laughed, and she clapped like we’d won something. Wasn’t planned, wasn’t even that good honestly, but we still text about it sometimes when we’re bored.