When Nancy found out she had been assigned to share a room with two of her male professional school classmates she thought “no big deal, most hotel rooms have 2 beds, the guys could bunk together.” Nancy though she would have her own bed, it was only two nights. They get to the room and quickly realized there had been a mistake as their eyes all settled on the one king bed. They all tried to play it cool, they were friends and this wasn’t a big deal.
Nancy was a little excited about the circumstances and then immediately guilty about the feeling as she put herself in her husband’s shoes. She did this often when her imagination got away from her. “How would I feel if he shared a bed with two women?” she thought. But even this trick, that usually extinguished her appetite, did not work. She was excited, she didn’t want the issue resolved. She wanted to know what it was like to share a bed with two men, even if it they were just friends.
Nancy snapped out of it and waited for someone else to talk. They all avoided eye contact. Tate was the first to speak, always the one to make a joke he said “oh this is perfect! Just what I ordered.” They all laughed a little uncomfortably. Nancy decided to break the ice and she put her bag down on the bed, sat down, and said “ok so where are you guys going to sleep?” They all laughed and then sat on the bed. It was late and they had had a long day of travel. They all knew that they should try to get another room or tell someone about the mix-up, but they were either too tired or maybe just didn’t want to.
“It’s a huge bed,” said Mason. Everyone agreed, and Nancy turned on the TV to diffuse the situation. “Should we just go to sleep and figure this out tomorrow? I am too exhausted to try and deal with this now.” Nancy felt like, as the lady of the group, the guys were waiting for her to determine if the situation was ok with her or not. “Agreed,” said Mason. They all got ready for bed taking turns in the bathroom and making small talk until the time came that they had to bite the bullet and get in the bed together. Up until this point they had spread out across the room, one on the chair, one on the bed, and someone standing.
Nancy usually wore t-shirts and panties to bed, but packed some cute night gowns for the trip. She thought she would be staying in a room full of girls where this would be appropriate night wear. She now regretted that decision a little. She decided to go for it and wear her night gown anyway. Although it was short, it was full coverage and not anything racy. She rationalized that it was like wearing a short, thin, slightly sexy dress. No big deal. Should she keep her pants on? No, that would make it weird. She wanted to exude confidence, like this is normal and fine.
“So how do we want to do this?” asked Tate. Nancy took initiative and scooted into the bed, she wasn’t sure if she should stay to one side or sleep in the middle so the guys wouldn’t have to sleep side by side. She decided that she might never get another chance like this and slid into the middle of the bed. She was nervous about it and thought about making jokes to diffuse the situation, but instead settled in like everything was normal. “Fake it till you make it,” she thought to herself. The guys took her cue and they came around each side of the bed and got in.
The guys wore boxers, Tate wore a t-shirt, Mason didn’t. As they got in, it was quiet. They then chatted over some small talk and after the lights went out they were silent. Nancy was wide awake, she wasn’t sure if she should move. Mason broke the tension, “this is weird.” They all chuckled. “I feel like we should just relax.” Nancy let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. “Let’s just do whatever is comfortable,” said Nancy, knowing she was being suggestive in her language. “Can we snuggle?” asked Tate, half joking. “That would be a lot easier than trying to avoid any contact all together and not getting any sleep,” Nancy said.
They all relaxed, surprisingly Tate made the first move. He rolled over toward Nancy and put his arm out, Nancy took his cue and slid over and placed her head on his chest. Mason didn’t miss a beat and he sidled in behind Nancy, spooning her from behind and placing his arm around her waist. She felt his firm, strong body behind her. It was cozy and very arousing.
In the warm embraces of her classmates Nancy quickly fell asleep. She woke up some time later when she felt soft kissing of her neck. Mason was running his mouth along the side of her neck, one arm still tightly around her waist and the other he used to sweep her hair off her neck. She responded to him by pressing backwards into his lap, she immediately felt him stiffen behind her. Tate’s breathing was even and shallow, she looked over at him and realized he was fast asleep. Mason took the arm he had around her waist and used it to explore her body. It all felt so natural and right. She wanted to touch him back but loved every way he was touching her and didn’t want to do anything to interrupt him. His hand made its way between her thighs and she opened them slowly to allow him access. He traced lines along her thighs and hips, driving her nuts. She wanted to vocalize her pleasure but they tried to be as quiet as possible while Tate slept. She leaned her head away from the slumbering Tate and arched her neck backward toward Mason.
His hand finally landed up her nightgown and between her legs. He met her warm and wet panties, she wished they weren’t there as a barrier to his touch. He massaged her with firm pressure while continuing to kiss her neck. She inhaled sharply as her arousal intensified and he breathed in her ear. She wanted to turn to him, meet his lips with hers, lose all their clothes, and put him inside her. The images of this flew through her mind, but for some reason that was all too direct for her. If she did that, then it would make this all real, too real. If he was behind her, if he was teasing her like this, if she didn’t look in his eyes then this was all just a game. She wasn’t cheating on her husband, she was just messing around with a friend. They wouldn’t even have to talk about it. Then his hand moved up, slipped under her panties and his skin met her skin. She gasped and he froze. He whispered into her ear sending chills down her body, her nipples were so stiff they ached, screaming to be touched, licked, sucked, “do you want me to stop?” Nancy responded by putting her hand over his, shaking her head, and whispering back “please don’t.” He didn’t need any more encouragement. He slid one finger inside her and she bucked against his hand, his other arm he slipped over her shoulder and into her nightgown filling his hand with her breast. He slid another finger in and found her nipple. He pinched it, rubbed it, and massaged her entire breast. She was getting close. Her mind cleared for one second as she regained control of her body. She reached her hand back behind her and rubbed him through his boxers. She let out a little gasp as she traced the outline of his member and realized his size. It was huge, not at all what she expected. This set her mind racing, she wanted it in her hands, her mouth, inside her.
She hesitated after slipping her hand in his boxers feeling the hot soft skin and rock hard rod. Should she do this? If they stopped now, no harm done, it could all be rationalized away. They hadn’t crossed any uncrossable lines. A little hand stuff, she likely would never mention it again. But she didn’t want to stop, and Mason gave no signs he was stopping as he rocked his hips sliding himself into her open hand.
After her hesitation the pleasure part of her body and brain took over, the temptation was all too much. She gave a tug at his waistband and he took the hint. He quickly withdrew his hands to focus on getting undressed. She did the same and slipped off her panties leaving her nightgown on. After removing his shorts, he snuggled back in behind her and she could now fully feel his form pressing against her, she was soaking wet. He pulled up her nightgown and greedily grabbed her breasts massaging them not-so-gently. She loved it and pushed her hips back into him in response. He then used one hand to guide himself between her legs, she reached down and helped him in. Their hands met as he slid inside her.
Initially he entered slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size. She took a few deep breaths trying to relax enough to allow him inside. She had not been stretched like this before. It was a new sensation and she wanted to savor each moment. He went as far as he could go and waited for her to move, she let him linger, suspended in the moment, then slowly rocked her hips back signaling to him that he could move. He slowly moved in an out picking up the pace and intensity with each thrust. He held her hips while he was pumping into her at full hilt. She had been on the edge since they got into bed and it was all coming to a point. He could feel climax approaching and his leg twitched in anticipation. She grabbed his hand on her hip and squeezed hard as she climaxed, moments later he jerked and released inside her as he pulled her hips back against himself.. They breathed heavily while coming down.
As her head cleared she realized Tate wasn’t breathing so evenly anymore. Mason still inside her, she looked towards Tate and he chuckled “you guys really thought I would sleep through that?” Mason leaked down her leg as she realized what she had done.
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