I lied awake in the soft hotel bed. Next to me my friend was sleeping. A bit further away two more of my friends were sleeping on the couch. Our trip to New York may not have been anything out of the usual weekend-get-away except that all of my friends were guys. And I wasn't.
Zeke and Dan were a couple so they slept together on the couch and next to me in bed was Jeremy. They were all extremely good looking and sculpted because they all had played volleyball since forever. Which meant that they weren't exactly short either. Such a nightmare for a woman, right?
We had met in uni last fall and had formed a tight group where everything from laundry to relationship trouble was shared. And when I say everything, I mean everything. We knew who each of us was or had been sleeping with, where, when, positions. For some it might've been TMI but with us, it would have been odd to not tell every little detail. Though I did have one secret I had not told the guys.
Hanging out with the guys was never boring but not always good for my mental health either. Every time I spent time with them, I felt extremely horny afterwards. But who wouldn't in this kind of company? Usually we went our separate ways after a night out and I could take care of myself without trouble all by my lonesome but tonight I had a problem: I couldn't exactly start masturbating with them all sleeping in the same room.
My frustration took me back to the multiple times I had had the liberty of pleasuring myself back in my own bed. The first time I had felt embarrassed and guilty for masturbating to Zeke and Dan dancing (dry humping) on the dance floor. They were my best friends after all. Another time I had to get away from the guys was right after I had seen Jeremy working out shirtless for the first time. That sight. One of my secret fantasies had come true when we had played 'spin the bottle' and the guys had had a three-way make-out session. I had made myself come so many times just thinking about them that it was pathetic.
I started to feel hot sleeping under the covers with Jeremy. 'Oh my god, not now' I thought. My trip back memory lane had got my blood running south and I was growing restless. I looked to my left and I could see Jeremy's wide back and muscles I adored which so did not help. I felt my pulse speeding up and I couldn't stay still anymore.
I stared at the ceiling and listened to the guys breathe. They were all obviously asleep and I was the only one suffering awake. I was getting desperate with the feelings coursing through my body. Maybe I could go to the bathroom to help myself. "But they were all sound asleep" I reasoned. Wouldn't hurt to do it here, right? I just had to be quiet. No biggie.
I took a deep breath and could smell the cologne Jeremy wore that we had actually shopped for together. I caressed gently down my neck as I recalled our dancing in the nightclub a few hours before. My fingers continued to trail along my collarbones and down to my sternum. Jeremy had been grinding on me from behind on the dance floor as I watched Zeke smile seductively at Dan. My hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed and my back arched. I could see Zeke whispering into Dan's ear, Dan gasping and grasping Zeke's ass. My fingers found my nipples and rolled them. In my mind Zeke claimed Dan's lips in a heated kiss and their hips started to move against one another to beat of the music. A gasp escaped my lips.
I opened my eyes and stopped everything I was doing. My breathing sounded loud in the quiet room and my pulse was pounding in my ears. What was I even doing? This was so wrong! Guilt almost got the best of me but the exhibitionist in me was excited beyond belief. I glanced at Jeremy's back, still breathing steadily in sleep as before. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes again.
My other hand returned to caressing and pinching my breasts as my other one started to trail lines on my taut stomach. It was so effortless to get myself excited after years of mastering the art of pleasing myself. I imagined what would have happened if we hadn't booked a room together. In my mind's eye I saw Zeke and Dan exchange a look of agreement and leave the dance floor towards the elevator to the upper floors where the rooms were. When the elevator doors closed Dan would have pressed Zeke against the wall of the elevator and kiss Zeke roughly, not caring about the cameras or anyone entering the elevator. They would have battled for the dominance of the kiss but Zeke would give up and gasp out of the kiss as Dan would continue nibbling down his boyfriend's neck, leaving marks behind.
My wandering hand had reached my hip bone and was caressing it delicately, sending shivers all over my body. The guys wouldn't have noticed the doors opening until they almost closed again. They would stumble out of the elevator and drag each other to the door of their room where Zeke would try to get the key into the reader but Dan would be occupied with marking Zeke's neck and groping his body.
I could feel the warm moistness between my folds and reached my fingers into my panties. I dipped my fingers into my slit and was surprised at how wet I actually was. My juices were flowing more than ever before making everything slippery and hot. I used my fingers to spread the wetness around before briefly touching my clit.
I couldn't help but flex my hips against my fingers and sighing out. I continued to tease my clit by caressing lightly up and down my slit. In my fantasy Zeke and Dan were already shirtless on the bed. Zeke was biting Dan's chest and nipples. Dan pushed Zeke lower and lower all the time. At the same time Zeke's hands were working on Dan's zipper and soon he was fishing Dan's member out of its confinement.
I was already rubbing myself in earnest. Imagining my hot friends going at it while being in the same room with them was hotter than anything I had ever experienced before. Zeke was licking up and down Dan's member before smirking up and taking all of him down his throat. Dan's back arched and he was gasping his lover's name. In the real world, my other hand left my breasts and slipped down between my thighs. The fingers of my other hand kept rubbing my clit and the others went lower to fill me. I was unable to keep my breathing steady anymore as I imagined Zeke and Dan switching places and stripping completely. Zeke would be on his back and spread his legs. Dan would look Zeke in the eye hungrily before starting to lick and suck at Zeke's hole. Zeke would be vocal in his pleasure, praising his lover with words and sounds. My pulse was crowding my ears but I could indistinctly hear the wet sounds my fingers were making as my hips grinded against my hands.
