The idea of a teenage slumber party, where gorgeous pubescent girls and guys all sleep semi-naked in a room together is something most of us would walk a million miles for. I was lucky enough to find myself at one accidentally.
I was 19 at the time and in my first year of a diploma course. My college friend Dan, whom I had recently met, had for the first time, rented an apartment of his own. It was a fairly old, ground floor bedsit, with just the one room containing a double bed and kitchenette, and a small bathroom. But it was his and his alone. And that made it novel and exciting for all of us.
Dan was particularly excited, of course, and celebrated with a house-warming party. He and his gorgeous girlfriend Sara invited myself, Natalie, Lisa and Emily (all of whom were friends of Dan's) to the pokey little flat for a Friday night drinking session.
We all got fairly hammered and long past midnight, when talk began of getting home, Dan suggested that we just crash for the night in the room with him. He had plenty of spare bedding because the apartment had come with comforters and blankets, and he had brought several of his own with him when he moved in. So we lay out an unzipped sleeping bag and some blankets over the floor, and placed the comforters on top, roughly designating three sleeping areas; but really just creating one, big floor-sized bed.
There was some brief chat about the arrangements. Dan and his girlfriend would have Dan's double bed by the window and the rest of us would be under the three comforters that took up much of the floor. Natalie would sleep under a duvet of her own to the left of me, in a spot closest to the foot of the bed, and Lisa and Emily would lay together under a shared comforter, a few feet down from me on the right. I would be housed under my own comforter in between.
The three comforters had been laid out in such a way that they overlapped, as there was barely room for one to be spread out to its full extent. The distance between the four of us on the floor was not great -- I could have reached out a fully-stretched arm on either side and collided with Lisa and Emily or Natalie -- but it was not cramped and with my arms resting at my side, I had enough space and comfort, I thought, for a few hours sleep.
It hadn't escaped the attention of my teenage loins that I was sharing this big makeshift bed-on-the-carpet with three incredibly sexy 18 year old girls. But it didn't fully register until we began to get ready for bed. I was the first to get ready and, whilst the others were still talking, I pulled off my jeans, socks and shirt and clambered under the comforter in my boxer shorts. Dan took off his khaki trousers, getting into bed in his T-shirt and shorts.
Given the shared nature of the space, the girls were perhaps a little more conservative in what they chose to wear. Sara got changed at the pillow-end of the bed which was just outside my view, so I couldn't see what she did (or didn't) have on when I heard the bedsprings squeak as she climbed in.
Natalie had changed her clothes in the bathroom and entered the room in a peach-coloured vest which revealed her tanned stomach, and a pair of pale pink pyjama bottoms. Her figure was quite tall and slim with a deliciously round pair of rather large breasts. It occurred to me for the first time quite what a pleasant idea it was to think I would be sleeping in such close proximity to the three gorgeous girls.
As Natalie got under her comforter, Emily and Lisa were still giggling about something they had been discussing privately and, without much apparent conscious thought to what they were doing, began to undress for bed. It felt like I had won the lottery to see so much flesh from these two gorgeous blondes.
Lisa removed her outer shirt to show a skimpy sleeveless vest. And they each removed the jeans they were wearing - Lisa revealing a pair men's boxer shorts with Daffy Duck printed on front, and Emily a pair of white cotton panties, frustratingly concealed by the long Nirvana T-shirt she kept on. They got under the duvet to my right.
When we were all safely beneath our respective parts of the "bed", Sara turned out the bedside lamp and the room was plunged into darkness. We talked and messed around for a while until the spaces between conversation grew longer and eventually a silence pervaded the room.
It was not a pin-drop silence but rather, that unmistakable silence you find when sharing a room of sleep with a number of people. There were sounds of breathing, of the ocassional throat clearing or a stifled yawn, and the noise of some rearranging of bodies in order to get more comfortable.
With the heavy-lined curtains in Dan's room, we were plunged into a 'hotel-room' darkness to which our eyes could barely adjust. I lay listening to the silence for a while and once again felt a tingle of excitement at the idea I was to sleep so close to the half-naked girls.
I found particularly exciting the fact that I could feel the physical warmth of their bodies on either side of me. And the fact that with my arms beneath the sheets, and the comforters overlapping as they were, I could slide a hand along just a few feet in either direction, and it would be met by the young flesh of one of these divine young women... maybe it would be the baby-soft skin of Natalie's exposed stomach. Or perhaps if I reached in the opposite direction I might find the warmth of Lisa's shoulder, or Emily's neck, as the two girls were laying further down from me. It was all theoretical, of course, because at that point, I did not dare do any such thing.
But, exciting as these thoughts were, and being a teenage boy, I instinctively reached down and pressed the outside of my boxer shorts. I had a growing erection and whilst it was not my plan to do anything about it -- the movement and noise would be far too risky, especially when it was unlikely that everyone was asleep yet -- I nevertheless gave it a nice but careful squeeze.
Unsurprisingly, it felt so good that I lingered there longer than I had planned, never moving my arm too much but just pressing down against the tip. I was turning myself on more than I had intended and started to rub gently at the bulge. After a few more exquisite moments of this, each one fueled by the tantalizing notion of the half-naked beauties surrounding me, I became a little more daring and finally, very gently pulled the waistband of my shorts down over my penis. Shuffling ever so slowly up the bed, I maneuvered my shorts down past my buttocks until they were a few inches shy of my thighs.
Fearing suddenly that my actions may have been been heard, I returned my arms to my side with my heart thumping and lay completely still. My erection, now free from the constriction of my shorts, felt more delicious than ever, pressing up against the cotton of the duvet.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, I plucked up the courage to return my hand to my groin and have a slow, careful stroke. A much heavier silence now hung over the room. I could hear the breathing pattern of at least two sleepers from somewhere nearby. But I also became aware that Natalie, to my left, might be still awake. I heard her rub her eye and let out a soft sigh that, although sleepy in sound, was unmistakably that of a part-wakeful human being.
I found myself feeling disappointed and irritated that she was still awake and might become aware of the masturbation I now so desperately wished to carry out. It occurred to me she may already be aware. She may have even sensed me pulling my pants down. To cancel out this worry, and to avoid her having any cause for suspicion, I moved my hands out to my pillow and readjusted my sleeping position so that I was on my side with my back to her. This action would appear, I believed, to be that of an innocent sleeper maneuvering himself into a more comfortable position.
Facing in the direction of Lisa and Emily's part of the floor now, I listened out in the darkness for clear signs that either of the two girls were still awake. Their breathing was calm and quiet and I soon grew confident enough to return a hand to my now throbbing loins.
