No, Elizabeth and Amy both go right to sleep

Yeah, I realize this sounds like the beginning of the greatest night of my life—but in truth, both girls were so loopy that they were out the second their heads hit the pillow. Trapped as I was between gorgeous girls, I found sleep somewhat more elusive than they did.

But things really got frustrating when I heard kissing coming from the other room.

I tried to ignore it at first. None of my business anyway, right?

When that didn’t work, I threw a pillow over my ears and rolled away.

Still no good. All the horrible sounds emanating from Stephanie and Simon’s bed passed right through the thin, bolsa wood doors of the adjoining bathroom.

I cursed that stupid bathroom. What sort of lazy, corner-cutting contractor built that thing, anyway? For some reason the cheap doors at either end had horizontal slits cut into them, like the door in front of a water heater. Maybe something to do with the central heating? Whatever the reason, there was virtually no privacy between the two guest rooms. I heard Stephanie’s every breathy moan as though it was coming from six inches away.

Don’t get me wrong, I had long since gotten used to the idea of Stephanie and Simon as a couple. But it’s one thing to see the girl you lost your virginity to giving her boyfriend a goodbye kiss, and it’s another thing entirely to lay in bed for forty five minutes, **** to listen while they have a passionate make-out session on the other side of a paper-thin wall. I knew Stephanie wasn’t exactly having sex with the guy until prom, but still…

In my own bed, Amy’s perfectly sculpted thighs straddled my left leg. Elizabeth’s full, succulent bosom rested on my right arm. Yet I felt confoundingly alone.

Fact was, I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel at that moment, and it was pissing me off. Unwanted mental images of Stephanie and Simon flashed across the backs of my eyelids: The two lovebirds, their lips mashed together with youthful lust. Simon’s hands, groping and fondling the healthy breasts beneath her jersey. Stephanie’s hips, dry humping the hard cock straining against his underwear.

It was infuriating! And hot! And humiliating! And hot. And unfair! And hot.