Don't Wake Them Up (Patreon)

Alyssa has been my best friend for as long as I can remember.

Ok, maybe not that long, but since the first year of elementary school, she was there. She gave me a bite of her lunch when I dropped mine, and we've been at each other's side since then.

My parents and I have what you would call a limited income, but Lys? She's loaded.

At least by my standards. Both her parents work; his dad is Adam, who owns a ranch where he has therapeutic horses and stuff like that, and her mom is Tracy, who's in real estate. To say they do well would be an understatement.

Every summer they go to a beach resort in some exotic place. The Caribbean, the Mediterranean, Florida, Baja, they know them all.

Since I turned twelve, they started inviting me each year. Every time I would beg my mom and dad to let me go with them. "We'll talk when you turn 18" was always the answer.

I turned 18 in May, and I had already received my yearly invitation to a vacation I knew my parents couldn't afford. 

"It's Alyssa's 18th birthday celebration; you have to come!" Her mom said.

As you can imagine, I pestered my parents for weeks until they relented.

"Fine! You can go to Baja with Alyssa and her family, but we'll pay for your stay!" It was my dad's tired response to my nagging.

Lys's parents refused to accept a dime, but my folks insisted I should still take the money with me, just in case.

Before the trip, Alyssa and I had been making plans like crazy. We discussed meeting hot guys and maybe even hooking up with them. Not that we would.

The thing is, we're not prudes and certainly not virgins either, but we are not the kind of girls that have one-night stands. It's just not us.

The one thing that had us excited was the open bar at the hotel. See, in Mexico, the legal age for drinking is 18, so we could get hammered if we wanted. But again, we're not that kind of girl; we just wanted to try as many different cocktails as possible.

When we boarded the plane, I was already sweating and breathing excitedly.

"As soon as we get to our room, I'm getting changed and diving into the pool!" Alyssa said; she was just as excited as I was.

I lowered the shoulder of my shirt to show her I was already wearing my bikini. The whole family laughed.

We arrived at the hotel, and the front desk had a long queue. We had no choice but to wait. After all that wait, the front desk clerk found an issue.

The reservation, which should have been a private suite with two rooms, was changed by accident to a room with two big beds.

Lys's dad was red in anger and apologizing to me as sweetly as he could. But there was nothing to be done; the hotel was fully booked, and, in spite of his efforts, he couldn't find another hotel to take us without a reservation.

"Look, it's no big deal; I've shared rooms with my parents my whole life. If you need privacy, just ask and I'll leave, and I'll do the same; we can make it work," I said. I was feeling pretty shitty; it seemed like I was ruining their holiday.

"She's right, my love, we can share. She's practically family. I'm sure it'll be alright," Lys's mom intervened. She doesn't speak much, but when she does, her word is final.

"Alright, so, two minors and two adults, correct?" The clerk said while selecting different colors of wristbands for Lys and me than for her parents.

"NO!" Lys and I shouted in unison.

"Actually, both girls are 18. Mariana since May and Alyssa since yesterday. We did pay for 4 adults, right?" Adam got serious.

"Oh, yes, sorry, I just need to see their IDs," the clerk responded.

We handed him the IDs, and he said, "Alright, Alyssa is… yes, 18 since yesterday. Happy birthday! And Mariana is… also 18, since May. My apologies, here are your proper wristbands. Let me secure that for you," he said, putting Lys's wristband on and then turning toward me and extending his hand. "And now you.

"If you're interested, we have a nightclub; it opens at 8 and closes past midnight, which is great for young people. So, here are your keys, and there is your room number. Have an amazing stay with us!"

I tried grabbing my suitcase, but Adam took it from my hand and gave it to the bellboy. Feeling his hand touch mine provoked something in me; maybe it was the warm weather or the excitement of having my first luxury vacation, but it felt different from the previous thousand times he had touched me.

We got to the room, and as soon as the bellboy was gone, Adam and Tracy excused themselves. "Alright girls, we'll be at the bar; don't get into any trouble," said Adam, clearly in a rush to start his holiday.

Not one second passed after the door was closed and Lys was already naked. Nothing I hadn't seen before. She's 5'7", blonde, and gorgeous; she could've easily been a model. She has small tits and a round, tiny butt. She's absolutely gorgeous.

Like I said, I had seen her like that many times before, but again, this felt different; her body slick with sweat seemed to shine with the sunset light peeking through the open curtains. I was getting excited, in a not very friendly way.

"Are you getting changed?" She said as she opened her luggage.

"On it!" I said as I pulled the shirt over my head, revealing my worn-down bikini top, the same one I've been using since my boobs popped out.

Next came my pants. Again, in a couple of seconds they were off, and I was ready for the pool.

Meanwhile, Lys was tying her bikini top. She had a tiny two-piece white bikini. Her privates were barely covered by the fabric on the bikini. She had obviously picked the sexiest one her mom would allow.

"Good thing you got your pussy waxed, or we would be in bush kingdom!" I said, pointing at her crotch.

"You should really get a new bikini, one that shows your mellons properly," she replied.

I pulled the fabric covering each of my tits closer, revealing some of my areola in the process. "Something like this?" I asked while pushing my tits together, making my nipples escape my top even more.

"Yes, let me fix that," she said and started arranging my top. As she did, I could feel her fingertips grazing my nipples, which were already hard.

She didn't acknowledge my hard nipples; she just spent a few seconds arranging the fabric until I was as exposed as I could be without being indecent.

"There, you look great, or as good as you can with that old thing," she said while eyeing my entire body.

We went to the pool, but on the way we bumped into Lys's parents, who were sitting on pool chairs, sipping on colorful cocktails.

"You seem ready for the beach!" Tracy said.

"Actually, we're headed to the pool; we plan on picking up some hot guys. So, if you see a tie hanging from the door of the room, you know what it means," Lys said.

"Oh, you slut. Tell me, where are you planning on finding a tie here?" Tracy said, holding back her laughter.

While this conversation happened, I noticed that Adam's eyes were darting on and off from my tits. I'm sure she's seen me plenty of times in my bathing suit, but he's never paid this much attention to my tits. I love it.

After that we went to a bar and asked for margaritas; we took a sip and jumped, bombshell-style, into the pool. The water was cool and the air was warm. I was in paradise.

That was until Lys jumped over me. "Tits!" She said as she held me. Turns out her arrangement didn't work quite as well as we expected.

Both my tits popped out of the fabric, revealing my breasts completely. I managed to fix it while Lys held me.

"You really need a new bathing suit!" Lys said between laughs.

We got out of the pool, and we were boarded by a waiter immediately. "Can I offer you girls something to drink?"

"Two pinia coladas, please!" "Said Lys," excited.

We dried off a bit, and we got our drinks. Once again, we only took a little sip and lay down to get a well-deserved tan.

After a while of turning and turning, and some very perfunctory lotion applying to each other's backs, the waiter came back. "Can I offer you girls another drink? Were the piñas coladas not good?" God, I love the Mexican accent.

"Oh, no, they were great; we're just trying to taste all cocktails but don't want to get wasted doing so," I replied.

"That sounds both fun and responsible. I can help you with that. What would be your next cocktail?" the waiter said while he discreetly eyed my tits.

"Surprise us!" Lys said. The waiter smiled and walked away.

"He's cute, right?" I asked.

"Kinda? Maybe a little. He's not my type, but he was fixed on your tits," Lys replied. Without saying a thing, she moved closer and started fumbling with my top, arranging it as I had before, with some serious sideboob on all fronts and a little of my dark areola showing.

I'm really not shy, so some extra skin showing didn't matter to me.

The waiter arrived, saying, "Alright, I got you a tequila sunrise; I had the…" He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed my breasts, but he quickly recovered. "I had the bartender make shot-size drinks so you don't have too much alcohol," he said, all while staring directly at my tits.

"So, are we getting those drinks, or…" Lys said, which made the poor waiter realize he had been staring.

"Yes, sorry, here they are. Should I bring the next one?" he asked.

Lys and I nodded, and he went on his way.

Just as he was leaving, Tracy and Adam appeared, and he asked us, "Already doing shots? You're wasting no time, huh?"

"These aren't shots, they're mini tequila sunrises; we're sampling cocktails, as suggested by our cute waiter," I replied. When Adam turned to see me, his eyes stuck on my cleavage, and Tracy quickly picked up on it.

"Dear, your girls are popping out!" Tracy said and quickly helped me arrange the top in a more decent arrangement. Her fingers grazing my skin caused something within me. For a second I wished she would linger more, taking her time fondling my breasts. But she was quick and surgical about it.

"Mariana, dear, your bikini is falling apart. Don't you have something else to put on?" She asked, and I shook my head.

"That's what I've been telling her; she needs to get a new bikini, like, right now," Lys interjected.

"I have to agree, dear, we could help you…" Tracy tried to say something, but I interrupted her.

"Oh, no, I brought my own money, thank you. I can't let you buy me clothes on top of everything else," I said.

Just then our waiter showed up with two new shot glasses. "Here you go, ladies; this is a strawberry daiquiri. Enjoy!" He said it and took a glance at my chest and seemed a little deflated that it was now covered.

"Excuse me, is there a boutique around here where the girls can shop for a bathing suit?" Adam asked.

"There is a small boutique near the entrance; they have a limited selection. Or, if you prefer, there's a mall not 5 minutes walking from the main entrance; there are several bathing suit stores there," he replied and turned around.

"Hey! Thanks for your help!" Adam said, and as the waiter turned around to reply, Adam extended a bunch of dollars his way. I don't know how much money it was, but our cute waiter was really grateful.

"Ok, we need a party to go find her bathing suit. Who says I?" Tracy asked, and everyone shot their hands up.

"That is, if you don't mind an old guy tagging along," Adam said, and Tracy gave him a suspicious look.

"I don't mind; that way I can get a male perspective," I replied.

"So? Mall trip? Lys asked.

"No, Lyssy, we would waste too much time there; let's try finding something at the small boutique first," Tracy said, and, as usual, her words were final.

We downed the shot of strawberry daiquiri and walked toward the entrance of the hotel.

The small boutique was a bit hard to find. In reality it was barely more than a convenience store with assorted items for a basic vacation: sunblock, mosquito repellent, condoms, booze, the works.

Buried in a corner we found a small rack with a few bathing suits. Luckily most were bikinis, but that's where my luck ended.

The available models were on the smaller side, and my concerned face showed.

"Excuse me, is there anywhere we could try some of these?" Tracy asked the lady at the teller.

"Sorry, no, you can try them over your current ones if you like," she replied and went back to playing on her phone.

I stared at the tops and then at my tits, and Lys understood my predicament. "Dad, can you, uhm, go away a bit?" she asked.

Adam walked away without saying a word, and then Lys said to her mom, "Mariana here has a bit of an issue; she has like big... uhm."

"Areolas, I have big areolas, and I'm afraid they won't fit in these tiny things," I said, holding a top in my hand.

"I get you, well… this place is empty; we can all look away and make a barrier so you can take off your top and try these on. What do you say?" Tracy replied.

"Oh, that's not my concern; I'm not shy, it's just…" I said and turned to look at Adam, who was browsing the liquor section.

"I get you. "Darling, please come," she said, and Adam walked near us.

"I got a mission for you. Mariana is going to remove her top to try some of these, but we need you to look away and create a barrier so the cashier won't see," Tracy said.

"Got you; I won't look, I promise," he said and turned around, returning to the liquor section but now stepping right in the way between us and the cashier.

As soon as he was gone, I undid my top and gave it to Lys. I could feel both Lys's and Tracy's eyes fixed on my tits. It was very arousing to be topless in front of them in a public place where I'm not supposed to be naked.

I poked Lys, and she handed me the first top. It was a white one, not too different from the one Lys was wearing. As I suspected, my big brown areolas spilled out of it, no matter how much I tried arranging its tiny fabric.

"Adam!" Tracy called, and he walked over to us immediately. "Thoughts?"

Adam blushed immediately and, with his eyes fixed on my tits, said, "I would say it's too small."

"Thanks, now, shoo!" she said, dismissing him with her hand, too.

Tracy must've noticed my confused expression, and then she said, "I'm sorry. Does it bother you? You did say you wanted a guy's opinion."

"Oh, no, it doesn't; it just took me by surprise that you would show this," I say, pointing to my tits, "to your husband."

"Oh, dear, it's just breasts; I don't mind if you don't. He definitely doesn't mind," she said, and we all laughed and turned to see him.

Just in that moment, he was adjusting a very obvious boner. No one mentioned anything, but Lys pinched my arm when she noticed me staring.

I got topless again, and we gossiped a bit more; I even forgot I was exposed like that.

"Are you almost done, girls?" Adam asked and turned to see us. I'm pretty sure he got a nice glimpse of my tits. I covered myself but winked at him; no one noticed.

"Not yet, darling; let's give Mariana some privacy," Tracy said, closing in on me.

Lys gave me the next top; it was bright pink. I hated it, but I didn't have many options, so I tried it on. As soon as I put it on my skin, I could tell it was way too thin.

I had barely tied it when Tracy was already calling her husband. "Adam!" she said, and he walked over to us. He had a very obvious erection under his shorts. I could clearly see the outline of its head and a vein running through it. I licked my lips thinking how it would taste.

"So? Thoughts?" Lys asked.

"I like how it looks on her but… uhm… isn't it kind of see-through?" Adam asked.

Both Lys and her mom took a step back and stared at my tits. Adam was also focused on them. He discreetly ran a hand through his hard on; I don't know whether he was arranging it or rubbing it. It turned me on anyway.

"Yes, it's very see-through, and then water will only make it worse," Tracy said. "What do you think?" 

"I really don't think this is the type of resort that will allow it, so… next?" I said, and everyone nodded.

Without thinking, I undid my back strap, and my tits popped out before Adam could look away.

After a quick glance, he turned around and returned to his spot near the booze.

"Slut!" Lys whispered in my ear as she handed me the next top. I gave her a side smile in return.

The last top was navy blue, a bit larger, and it had a nice inner lining; overall, it seemed like the best option.

I put it on and I immediately felt it was a good fit. I twirled, and Lys and Tracy clapped.

"I think we have a winner!" Lys announced, and with that, Adam returned to see me.

"Definitely, it's still little, but decent enough," he said.

"Ok, I'll take it. Do you mind or do you want a show?" I said to Adam as I undid the strap over my neck and grabbed the top before it fell down.

"I'm sure he wants the show. But still, go away, darling; you'll get your show later from me," Tracy said.

"Moooooooom!" Lys said, and we all laughed. As I laughed, I let the top drop, and I saw Adam peeking through the corner of his eye. He again fixed his hard cock in his shorts.

When I was decent again, we all went to the teller. Adam had picked an agave liqueur to try, and I had my bikini.

We paid for our stuff and started walking back to the hotel. Tracy and Adam were walking a couple of steps behind us, giggling and talking as if they were teenagers.

When we reached the lobby, Tracy said, "Alright girls, we're ready to call it a night; we're having a little drink in the room. What are your plans?" As she said that, she wiggled the liquor bottle.

"Maybe we could go to that night club? It's almost 8 anyway. We would just need to get changed," Lys said.

"Yeah, and a shower would be nice," I replied.

We all headed to the room, and as we entered, Lys asked, "So, who goes first?" Pointing at the shower. 

I peeked in and said, "It's large enough for the both of us; that way we could be ready faster." 

"Love the idea. You girls go ahead; we'll be at the balcony. Let us know when you're done so we can shower too," Tracy said, commanding authority.

Once inside the bathroom, I asked, "So, should I throw it away?" I said, pointing at my top. Lys nodded.

"Allow me," she said as she grabbed the bottom string from my top, revealing slightly my tits. Without a warning she gave the string a strong pull, making it rip and pulling me closer to her. After a second attempt the cord was broken; she was holding on to the pieces of my top and breathing sharply.

"You have no idea how much I hate this fucking bikini," she said, as I undid the top cord and the pieces fell to the ground.

I took her hands and guided them to my hips. "Finish it, then," I said.

She moved to my side and grabbed the cord tightly again. "Ready?" She asked, and I nodded.

With another strong pull she ripped the elastic, but the string itself didn't break. She tried it a couple more times with no success.

"Wait here," she said as she opened the door to the room. "Mom, do we have some scissors or something that cuts?"

Through the mirror I could see the inside of the room; Tracy saw me and smiled.

"Darling Lys needs your pocketknife," she said, and I saw Adam stand up and walk towards the door.

From his belt he took the pocket knife and handed it to Lys. Then he raised his gaze and saw me topless through the reflection. Something came over me, and I pinched my nipples as he saw me. When Lys turned to see what he was looking at, I covered my tits. I think I did it in time, and she thought that's all he was looking at.

Lys closed the door. "Sorry if my dad has been ogling too much; I have never seen him like this," she said, obviously ashamed.

"It's ok, as your mom said, they're just breasts. See?" I said, making a little bouncy motion that made her laugh. "Also, a little attention from a hot DILF is always welcome." 

"You slut!" She said and gave my ass a little spank. "Ok, now, don't move," she said as she positioned herself to my side.

She opened the large blade on the knife, and I shivered as I felt the cold metal touching my skin.

Her slim fingers pulled on the strap, and the blade slid in between my skin and the cord. I held my breath as she, with a swift motion, cut the thread.

I gasped when she moved the knife, and she was holding her breath. She let go of the pieces of string, and the bikini fell partly, revealing some of my pussy and butt.

"Turn around," she said.

I obeyed, and she repeated the same motion as before; the cold steel again grazed my skin. Her strong movement made me gasp again.

Just as the fabric was falling off my body, I grabbed it and turned to see her.

"I could still put new strings on it and keep using it," I said, lifting the front part lightly.

She smiled at me in a way she never had. With the kind of smile you use with a lover.

She took the fabric off my hand, keeping it separated from my pubis. She slid the knife carefully between my warm skin and the fabric.

Without taking his eyes off of my almost naked pussy, she pressed the back of the blade against my skin; again, the cold metal made the hairs on my body stand.

Then she started cutting on the fabric; this time she was slow, sliding the edge of the knife slowly through the fabric, tearing just a little bit with each pass.

The final part had a seam, so she had to put more force on that last bit. She let the torn fabric drop to the floor.

Her gaze met mine, and we stared in silence for what felt like an eternity.

"Are you almost ready, girls? I have to pee!" Tracy said from the other side of the door.

"Almost!" I replied and turned on the shower.

We both got out of our trance and showered quickly. After getting dried and having our hair done, we walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in our towels.

Tracy rushed into the toilet, and Lys and I stayed standing in the middle of the room, waiting for Adam to join her.

Adam was sitting on the balcony, sipping a glass of his liquor, and I could swear I saw he had his cock out. But when I turned to look at him, it was gone.

"Alright girls, it's our turn to shower. If you need anything else from the restroom, now is the time to get it," he said as we walked over to us.

He was trying again to hide his erection, and this time it was worse; he had a very obvious cum stain where the tip of his cock was. I'm sure he and Tracy were being naughty.

As he entered the bathroom, I turned to see Lys and said, "Did you see …"

"Shut up, I don't want to hear it; just shut up. Fuck, they're like teenagers sometimes!" She said, and we both laughed.

We got dressed quickly, and then I remembered I had left my makeup in the bathroom. "Umm, do you think your mom could pass me my makeup?" I asked Lys.

Just at that moment a loud moan came from the shower, "Mmmmm, yeeeees"; it was Tracy's voice.

"Never mind!" I said, and we both laughed.

We hurried to get ready, and as we did, we heard some more moans and grunts.

Lys knocked on the door and shouted, "We're leaving; see you soon!"

"Be safe, and make the guy wear a condommmMMM," Tracy replied and moaned at the same time.

"Ugh, Mom!" Lys said, and I laughed; we left the room right after that.

"Do you think they were…?" I asked.

"I don't want to know, really. Couldn't they wait like 5 minutes till we were gone? I'm sure they are being nasty in our bed!" Lys said, offended.

"If I had to guess, I would say they're doing it on the balcony," I replied.

"Fuck, I don't want to know. I really, really don't want to know," she said, and that was the end of the conversation.

We arrived at the club, and it was kind of empty.

Still, we danced for a while, we had a couple of drinks, and we grinded with some random guys. After a couple of hours, we decided it was enough and went to our room.

We reached the room, and, before opening the door, she asked, "Uhm, do you think they… uhm… you know, finished?"

I was tired and a little tipsy, so I had a bit of a hard time understanding what she meant. "Oh! Ohhhhh! I think so. I mean, it's been a while… should we knock?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"I don't hear a thing; I'm sure they're asleep, but I don't want to risk catching them like that," she says, unsure what to do.

"Do you want me to go in first? If the coast is clear, I'll let you in; if I catch them, it won't be as traumatizing for me," I said. She didn't reply; she just nodded.

I went in and, luckily, they had left a bedside light on. I found a scene of obvious sex, with both of them naked on the bed. Both sound asleep. She was resting on his chest. Her slightly saggy tits had tiny nipples much like Lys's. Her pussy had a very well-kept landing strip, and her belly had some fresh cum.

Adam's soft cock had a nice size.

I was frozen looking at the show when a light tap on the door brought me back to reality.

I grabbed a blanket and threw it over them, covering their privates. Then I turned off the bedside lamp.

When I opened the door, I made a shush sign to Lys, and she entered the room. We tumbled in the dark to find our bed, and, when we got there, I realized I had no way to find my suitcase to get my pajamas.

"I have no pajamas," I whispered to Lys's ear.

"Underwear," she replied in the same soft voice. We could hear her parents shuffle in their bed, so we got down to our bras and panties in silence and got into our bed.

"Good night, gorgeous," I whispered.

"Sweet dreams, sexy," she replied.

I really tried to sleep, seriously, but everything that happened throughout the day made my head spin.

My hand instinctively went under my panties and slid in between my labia. I felt the familiar warmth and wetness; I was aroused.

I didn't even think about it; I just started sliding my finger up and down, stimulating my pussy and my clit, teasing it with penetrating me but without doing it.

My breath became sharper; I had to bite my lips in order not to moan. All while my best friend was inches from me, lying asleep while I masturbated thinking about her whole family seeing my tits. Thinking of her naked body. Thinking of her hands grazing my nipples. Thinking of her dad's boner. Thinking of her mom's vagina.

I started to move my hand faster, and I felt Lys rustle. I stopped masturbating, fearing I got caught.

She started snoring lightly, and that gave me the courage I needed to keep going. I needed some release.

I slid one finger inside my pussy, and I couldn't help but moan; it was a small, barely audible moan, but I panicked and stopped, trying to sense if anyone was awake.

No one was moving, and I could hear their heavy breathing, so I kept going.

As my finger slid in and out of me, I fantasized about it being Lys's finger touching me as I stood naked in the middle of the store or by the pool.

I fantasized about her mom licking my pussy after I showered and I dreamt of her dad fucking me in his bed.

The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, but suddenly I heard movement near me, and someone pulled the blanket off of me. I froze, not knowing what to do, and a cold shiver ran down my spine.

Without saying a word, this mysterious person slid its hand under mine and pushed me away. Now, this stranger was fingering my pussy.

"You're soaking," Lys's soft voice in my ear made me shiver. "Do you mind if I help you?"

From the back of my throat a guttural sound emerged when I realized that my best friend was masturbating me. She placed her other hand over my mouth and said, "Shhhh, don't wake them up!"

I nodded, but she kept her hand over my mouth. Her other hand was sliding up and down on my pussy, the wet noises filled the room, and I could only imagine what the scene looked like. 

While she rubbed me, I lifted my hips and slid my panties off, giving her better access to my pussy.

I opened my legs for her, and she started rubbing my opening. I pushed my hips lightly, and she understood. She slid one finger in me, and I moaned into her hand.

My hand found her head, and I pulled her closer to my face. She moved her hand away from my mouth, and I received her terse mouth.

Her lips were moist, and she kissed me softly at first. Then we opened our mouths, and I felt her breath invading my mouth. Our tongues met and started dancing in my mouth and then hers, back and forth.

Her fingers started moving faster, and then I felt a second finger slide in my pussy. I moaned as we kissed, and it came out louder than I intended.

She pulled away. "Shhhh," she said, and she stood still. We could hear her parents tossing in their bed, and we panicked. The noise stopped and she went back to kissing me.

I stopped the kisses and prompted myself up. I unhooked my bra, and she helped me take it off. She had seen me many times naked, but never in a sexual way. It was incredible for me to be at her disposal like this.

"You are absolutely gorgeous; I've been wanting to kiss your tits ever since I played with them right here," she said to my ear.

I gently pushed her head down until her mouth met my left nipple. She started sucking immediately, and I had to bite my lips again not to moan.

My fingers ran through her back until they found her bra. I undid it, and it fell down her arms; she removed it completely and kept fingering me. After a little while she started moving her fingers faster, and her mouth hungrily licked my nipples and nibbled on them, making me gasp every time she did.

"Keep going, I need to cum," I said to her ear, and she sped up.

As my orgasm built, I felt the urge to scream. I pulled her closer to me and pressed my mouth against her shoulder. She pushed her fingers deeper in me and then used her thumb to rub my clit. I couldn't take it anymore, so I screamed into her shoulder and then bit on it.

My hips buckled and my legs shook with the strength of my orgasm. When I was done, I pulled her closer for another kiss, and we made out passionately for the longest time.

"Mmmm," a soft noise came from the other bed. We stopped kissing and stayed still. For what felt like an eternity we waited to hear if her parents were awake, but we heard nothing else.

"Wanna go to the balcony?" I asked. Lys immediately got off the bed and grabbed my hand. When she opened the curtain to the balcony, the moonlight flooded the room, and I could see her gorgeous breasts and tiny nipples. Then I noticed she was still wearing her panties, and I slowly peeled them off.

Her shaven pussy smelled of excitement, and I almost buried my face in it, but she pulled me up and opened the glass door.

Outside, the warm ocean breeze welcomed us, and we had a gorgeous view of the sea at night, which twinkled with the moonlight and the stars.

She slid the door closed behind us, and I grabbed her hips, pushing her into the rail.

"I want to eat you so bad," I said and knelt in front of her. She raised one leg and rested her foot on a chair next to us. Her pussy was wet and ready for me; she used both her hands to split open her pussy lips and give me complete access.

I kissed her navel and licked it, then I started coursing down her body with more and more kisses. Soon I reached her clit; it was warm and firm. When I first licked it, she gasped and said, "Yes!"

My hands held her hips tightly, and I buried my face in her pubis. Her bald pussy welcomed me. Her wet labia tasted sweet and salty at the same time. I had never tasted pussy before, but now I knew I loved it.

She grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into her cunt; my tongue explored further until I reached her entrance. She leaned back and my tongue was able to fuck her pussy. I licked in and out and made swirly motions inside of her. She moaned freely as I ate her.

I pressed my nails against the soft skin of her ass, and she gasped. I could feel her nails digging into my hair, and I figured she had to be close. I stopped and moved my right hand towards her vagina.

She buckled when she felt my fingers grazing her clit, but I kept her in place by grabbing harder onto her ass. I turned to see her face, and she was absolutely flushed; her face was red, and she was cupping her tits.

My middle finger slid right into her pussy; my saliva and her wetness worked as the perfect lubricant. I slid my finger in and out of her pussy, and I was enthralled looking at her pussy while I fucked her.

At that moment I remembered she had told me many times how she liked fat cocks, and I figured one finger couldn't be nearly enough for her.

I used two and then three fingers to penetrate her; she moaned harder with each finger sliding into her pussy.

I took out all of my fingers, and then I rammed four fingers in. She grabbed my hand and stopped me for a second, then she slowly set the pace of my whole hand fucking her. I couldn't believe her tiny body could take all my fingers and even swallow my knuckles.

She opened her legs further and squatted a bit, opening her pussy more for me and allowing me to fully fuck her with four fingers as my thumb played with her clit.

I started picking up the pace; her grunts became louder with each thrust of my hand, and then I felt her hand grabbing my head again.

She pressed me back into her pussy, my tongue barely able to reach her clit as my hand moved in and out of her cunt. Soon her moans became constant, almost like a single long sound.

I felt her vagina contracting around my fingers, pressing them, but I kept moving them in and out of her.

"Fuck, fuck yes!!! FUUUUUCK!!!" She said as a small discharge soaked my hand, and she collapsed onto the chair next to us. I sat on the floor next to her to wait for her to recover.

"You bitch, you fisted me!" she said when she stopped panting.

"I just used my fingers, no thumb," I replied, putting my fingers together just like when I was fucking her.

"Next time I'll teach you to fist me," she replied.

The words "next time" lingered in my head.

"Have you ever scissored before?" she asked suddenly.

I just shook my head, and she got up and pushed me to the floor.

"Me neither!" she said excitedly.

The floor felt fresh against my hot body, and it made an interesting contrast with the warm breeze. My body shivered as she lay in front of me, with her legs open.

My first instinct was to touch myself. I was soaking wet. She did the same as her body approached mine. Soon I could feel her hand grazing mine, so I moved my hand away. Her knuckles pressed against my pussy as she pushed her hips towards me.

I let out a hard moan, and I instinctively turned to see the room. We had left the curtain open, but even with the moonlight seeping into the room, I couldn't see a thing. But I could swear I saw a shadow move. Just for an instant, then it was gone.

Lys moved her hand away, and then I felt her legs locking with mine, my ass touching her skin, and my warm pussy touching hers. I immediately felt a rush of heat emanating from our joined cunts.

She moaned and I started rocking my hips, trying to create some friction between our vaginas.

It took some trying, but eventually I found a rhythm and position that gave me the most pleasure, and Lys seemed to enjoy it too.

I used my legs to prompt my hips slightly up and down as I pressed hard against her. I could already hear our wet pussies rubbing against one another.

Lys started moaning again, and I slid a finger between us, playing with my clit as I grinded on her pussy. My finger was stimulating her pussy too, and that made her moan even more.

Then she lifted her torso, making our clits rub much more. I moved my hand away, and she took control of the motion, rotating her hips and pressing harder; our clits received more attention this way, and I could feel an orgasm slowly build.

I tried grabbing on to the floor, but there was no point; her strength with each thrust was making me slide away. I grabbed on to her leg, pressing her body against mine.

She started grinding faster and moaning more.

I knew she was close, and I was too. I played with my tits with my free hand, and soon I felt my legs tense and pressed her body. She read me and pushed herself harder on me. Her hard thrusts sent me over the edge.

"I'm coming, fuck, yeahhhhh!" I screamed as she ground faster and in smaller motions.

"Fuck yes, yes, gooood yeeeees!!" She shouted mere seconds after me.

We lay on the floor for a while, with our legs intertwined and holding hands.

"Are you sure you have never done that? If you told me you were lesbian, you could turn me!" she said.

"I'm not lesbian, just horny, like you," I replied.

After that we stayed quiet for a while, and sleep started taking over me.

"We should go to bed," Lys whispered.

We stood up, and we shared a naked embrace and kissed. Not a passionate kiss, but a tender, almost sisterly peck on the lips.

I slid the door open, and the view of the room was much clearer. Adam was lying on his back. He had pushed away the sheets and was erect, but he seemed to be asleep.

Tracy was facing the other way and snoring lightly, still covered by the sheets.

Lys didn't seem to notice any of that. As soon as the door was closed, she pulled the curtain too, making the room completely dark. She jumped on the bed and fell asleep immediately. I tried finding my underwear, but in the dark it was pointless.

I went to sleep naked, just like Lys, hoping to wake up before her parents.