Ash and Bran's noisy bed wakes Taylor

Napping in the warm, stuffy cabin bedroom after her threesome with Hannah and Heather, Taylor drifted through sensual dreams. Soft sheets slid over her skin. Warm sweet breath tickled her nostrils. Hannah's infectious laugh echoed just within hearing. Heather was kneeling between two sex partners, wearing Hannah's harness and vigorously thrusting into her front partner while taking it from behind. But Heather set the rhythm and was the engine for all three of them. "Safeword!" someone called out, but nothing stopped, it just kept on. A ripple of laughter, and the sounds of sex all around. But there was a thump, thump, thump that told Taylor she wasn't dreaming anymore.

"Oh Brandon, yes, yes, yes!" Ash called out. The cabin walls weren't paper-thin, but they weren't very insulated either, and a shout of pleasure was going to carry for a room or two.

Taylor sighed and rolled over, figuring that the football player and the cheerleader would be done in a few minutes. Ashley was tightly wound, and Hannah expected her little sister wouldn't last a day without collecting a nice, hard bang from her boyfriend. Hannah was right.

Hannah. Taylor frowned. What had Hannah been up to? She felt a protective flash toward her brother Zack. Don't hurt him. Don't break him, Hannah.

But the raucous, wall-banging fuck was too distracting for Taylor to think very hard about that.

When Brandon's groan signaled the finish for him, Taylor smiled. Naptime again. She didn't mind all the sexual energy around. It was Spring Break, and the high school seniors were full of the exciting new world that they'd just entered, or were soon to enter - probably Chloe and Gavin, not yet, maybe Brandon's sister Madison, straining at the almost-no-dating leash her family and her brother were keeping her on. Zack and Lisa had been together. Kurt? He talked a good game, and no doubt had carved a few notches. Just a Fun Guy and his ever-hard mushroom. She snorted. About Victoria? Taylor didn't know. Hannah might. Taylor yawned and turned over again.

Taylor slipped back into slumber in the stuffy little bedroom on this warm, sunny springtime afternoon.

Heather had slept through all the wall-banging and moans of feminine pleasure, but a low, masculine orgasmic groan snapped her awake. A little laugh through the wall. Ashley. A lower chuckle. Brandon. Thank God, finally. Ashley had been begging for it. At least things would be a little more tranquil now that she'd gotten what she needed. She sat up. It was warm and stuffy and smelled like cunt.

Taylor was in the bed beside her, asleep. Heather licked her lips, tasting Taylor's juices. Oh.

The scene came back to her in a rush. Her heart thumped and her nipples stiffened.

Guess I'm bisexual, Heather mused. Probably doesn't change much. She thought about the women on the soccer and swim teams that she knew leaned that way. Her mouth watered. Well, maybe a little.

Shower time. At least Ash and Bran have their own, so maybe she can just pop in while nobody needs it.

Heather eased out of bed, threw a beach wrap around her nude body, and got a change of clothes and her travel toiletry bag.