Give her some space for now.

After Samantha leaves, you’re left awkwardly sitting on the bed as Mary still silently stands in the middle of the room, trying desperately to hide her cute little panties with her too short night shirt. You can see her deeply breathing, on the verge of hyperventilating as her diminutive chest sharply rises and falls.

You decide to take pity on the poor girl.

“Mary, don’t worry, i promise this won’t be so bad. I’ll take the right side you take the left, okay?” She makes no move towards you, and deciding to take the lead you lay down and pull the thick luxurious covers over yourself and close your eyes. concentrating on listening to What Marys doing.

Holy crap, they make beds this soft? You can’t exactly call the wait uncomfortable, but it is a long one as you begin to hear Mary’s panicked breathing begin to slow, and her gentle footsteps cautiously walking around the room.

After what felt like hours you see through your closed eyelids the room dim as Mary turns off the lights, and you feel a slight shift in the sheets as she settles into the other side of the expansive bed. A genuine smile creeps across your face and you feel an unexpected warmth in your chest as Mary tries to settle into sleep.

It isn’t very long however until this sleeping arrangement starts to become uncomfortable for the both of you.

Despite easily having room for a threesome, or perhaps a small orgy, having to avoid the other side of your massive bed makes it feel strangely cramped, you always tended to move around in your sleep. Aside from her soft breathing the only reminder you get of your sleeping partner is the occasional tap from a small foot, following by a gasp, whimper or panicked breathing. The night drags on and on, and in the process of reconsidering this once tempting arrangement a sound catches your ears, and you risk turning over to face Mary.

Against the odds it looks like she’s finally drifted off to sleep, and for the second time today she’s audibly sucking and slurping away at her thumb, a large pool of saliva pooling around her cheek against the pillow.

Even in this thoroughly unsexy position, looking at her illuminated in the soft moonlight peering through the windows you’re once again struck by just how beautiful she is. Her face free of any anxiety, her auburn hair falling slightly over her freckled pale face, her thick soft lips moving in a slow rhythm, and her complete innocence to the core paint a picture akin to a middle school crush, butterflies in your stomach and all. But it isn’t as if you’re about to ask her to the school dance, you only met her today and yet you’ve been happily coercing and manipulating her, not to mention Samantha.

Maybe it’s the now nearly sleep deprived state you’re in, but the occasional guilt you’ve felt throughout the day returns with an uncomfortable pang in your gut. You weren’t that bad were you? Girls as sheltered as these two are easy pickings, if anything you were doing them a favour by sparing them from someone even more fucked up than yourself.

Knowing she wont hear it, for your consciences sake you whisper out a gentle “Sorry Mary, not my fault you’re stupid” and give yourself an imaginary pat on the back before falling asleep.