Pretend to be asleep

Unsure what this might portend, he decided to remain motionless for now, maintaining the illusion of sleep. Her hand silently wandered upward and over over the bulk of his left pec muscle. In the gloom, he could just barely make out the outline of her head peeking timidly over her covers, examining him, but she wasn't looking at where her hand was---she was looking lower. Suddenly her exploration brought a shiver through him and he felt his unexpectedly full cock jump a little in the cool air. With a shock, he realized it was unhoused. Somehow it had fallen out through the flap in his shorts while he was dozing, and its emergence had become a source of considerable interest to his shy but curious companion.

She paused in her treatment, watching his organ pulse slightly. Quickly she redirected her attention to his face. But after seeing no sign of wakefulness, she continued sliding her hand over across his other pec, lightly skimming the small nipple (and producing another jolt down below, which she watched with interest), and then delicately grazing her fingers down along the dunes and troughs of his abs.

His cock felt enormous. How long had she been stimulating his body before he had finally roused from sleep? He wasn't sure, but in combination with the earlier visual extravaganza, he had awoken to find his body in a positively volcanic state.

Reaching the bottom of his abs, her hand paused for several long seconds, pressed against his lower stomach, her thumb and index finger poised just under the hem of his shorts at the line of his hair. Then, cautiously, her other hand reached out and met the exposed underside of his quivering rod. Immediately its inflated bulk leapt up involuntarily, hungrily meeting her touch, and she withdrew hesitantly.

"Like this," he heard a whisper to his right. Shifting his eyes without turning his head, he was startled to see Ilyana's shapely silhouette leaning over him from out of her covers as well. She pumped a semi-closed fist up and down in the air illustratively, boobs bouncing slightly.

"He'll wake up..." Kate whispered back, uncertainly.

"No he won't. Mandy says Nick never does."

Kate remained frozen, undecided. Finally Ilyana gave a little huff and John felt the softness of her fingers close snugly around his shaft. Methodically, she began to pull her hand upward over its length, then slip her palm across the sensitive head, then slide it down all the way to its base, and begin another detailed circuit. Nerve endings all over his body immediately sprang to life. His breathing shuddered a little despite his best efforts to keep it steady.

"See?" Ilyana whispered, releasing her grip. She sounded somewhat proud of herself.

He felt Kate's slightly smaller digits take hold in place of hers. Gently she followed Ilyana's example, pumping up and down slowly but relentlessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his unsuspecting body. Gradually her motions became smoother and faster, gaining confidence and picking up some of his natural lubricant in her sojourns across his tip. He didn't think he could hold out much longer. Suddenly he felt the satiny touch of Ilyana's fingers wandering over his taut torso, sending supplementary zips of electricity through his sensitized skin. It was too much.

With a gasp he exploded, releasing his fluid in a paroxysm of liberated tension, body arching. Waves of euphoria washed over him and he rode helplessly along their currents. Finally, the rapid waters receded and his body slowly sank back down to his mattress, spent. Breath escaped his lungs in ragged heaves of fatigue.

For a while there was only the sound of his own panting in the room, and he didn't even bother to open his eyes or wonder about the girls' silence. Eventually he heard Kate's barely audible whisper break the hush.

"Wow, that was awesome."

"Yeah..."

"It worked...!"

"See? I told ya we could do it!"

"Still asleep?"

"Yep... Fuck, he's hot..."

Somebody's fingers grazed over his chest again, briefly. Then he felt the soft squish of a towel removing telltale evidence of the encounter.

"Now you just need to find a guy who's awake," hissed someone who was surely Ilyana.

As a final touch, a sheet was pulled up to rectify his indecent exposure. He twitched involuntarily at its cool touch, provoking a chorus of "Shhh!" and a rustle of nearby covers as the girls dove back into their beds to avoid detection.