A poor night for good old friends: Zack and Chloe

Zack was having a hard time falling asleep, much like everyone else in the house.

He wasn't so much frustrated about missing a partner however, but more about what she might be doing without him. In short he just couldn't get over his crush on Victoria, or the fact that she'd have to share a room with that douchebag Kurt for the rest of their stay.

He was glad for at least having Chloe where he could see her though, and he wasn't so sure that he'd ever have wanted her to switch places with Vicky right now. Sure enough, he'd have the girl he was in love with lying just next to him, but then he'd instead have the friend of his life being molested by a guy that he'd seriously had enough of by now.

But was that really all to it...? If he had to chose between the two of them to be sharing a bed with, why did it always come down to picking Chloe above the other? Was it just because they'd done so since they were kids, or because he'd found out he liked it?

Perhaps he did have a similar problem to many others in the cabin after all, as he couldn't look to the figure beside him without wanting to snuggle up to her back and gently start peeling her shirt off...

Chloe herself had already stopped asking all those questions however, and while Zack lay sleepless beside her she was trying her best to be discrete about her business - with one of her hands planted firmly between her thighs, her jaws clamped down on a corner of her bed cover, and her fingertips nudging persistently at her most sensitive spot.

"Oh, fuck...!" She found herself groaning quietly, with the bed cover in her mouth stifling the sound of her quickened breath. It wouldn't be long for her to reach her peak, but every time she got close she had to slow down - or risk being unable to keep quiet anymore.

The last thing she wanted right now was for Zack to find out what she was doing, as she knew that she'd never be able and live through all the embarrassment.

While at the same time, the only thing she wished for right now, was for Zack to notice what she was doing so that she would have no reason to keep hiding anymore.

"Dammit, Chloe!" She cursed herself for the hundredth time, and **** herself to slow down again - only to start all over from the beginning, with both her fingers and underwear soaked with her juices. "This isn't the time for this! You shouldn't be doing this with Zack lying right next to you!"

"No, you should be doing it with him inside of you..." Another of the voices in her head countered her argument, and almost made her lose control of her body right there. "Just imagine... His body right next to you and his arms holding you tight..."

She tried for a while to make it stop, but the voice would simply continue it's very detailed description of what Zack's all body parts would be able to do with her own - until she was finally too exhausted to continue, and her daydream must've slowly drifted into restless slumber...