The Bed on the Right with John?

Mary felt like she was standing at a crossroads. In the dim light Mary had to squint to see which bed John occupied. Even with her vision adjusting more and more to the darkness both beds still seemed to be a twin of the other. Fuck, this could get very awkward; Mary thought as her eyes shot back and forth between the beds. Ordinarily, Mary would have backed out of her plan. This time the **** coupled with all the titillation she had experienced throughout the day spurred her on. I think John said he typically takes the bed on the right. And he did set his suitcase on that bed while he unpacked.

With her mind made up, Mary turned her attention to the bed on the right. It appeared, from the rise and fall of the linen, that John was lightly sleeping. In her drunken state Mary was not as furtive as she would have liked as she slipped under the covers beside the bump. Her maladroit efforts in her attempt for a clandestine encounter roused the sleeper.

"Hmm. I wondered when you would finally come to bed." A sleep encrusted voice yawned. "That exhibition you and John put on back at the bar was so very delectable. You were the most scrumptious thing there. Everyone would agree. John, that waitress Misty, and I; we were all captivated. You even made Dad a bit uncomfortable." the voice said while letting out a slight giggle.

John? Did the voice just say, John? Mary's thought as her throat went dry in terror. She hadn't been able to place the voice. Sleep had changed its tenor as to make it unrecognizable. Now, though, there could be no doubt, Susan must have, in her **** state, stumbled into the wrong bed. Mary lay petrified at the thought of what she had just about done with her best friend.

"I'm surprised you're not in John's bed with his cock buried firmly in that virgin snatch of yours. I was trying to stay awake so I could eavesdrop on you two. I guess the **** and the busy day got the best of me." Then without warning, Susan rolled over and draped her arm across Mary's bare chest. "Oh, so you do not just want to get a good night's sleep?" Susan said in mock jest as she began to play with Mary's bare nipple. As her hands naughtily explored Mary's chest impish delight replaced the sleepiness in Susan's voice. "I should warn you that I get handsy when I'm drunk," Susan stated as she began to nip at Mary's neck while simultaneously letting one of her hands snake lower towards Mary's bare quim.

No! Mary's mind screamed. I have to tell her this is a mistake. Instead, she found Susan's touch to be exquisite. Her body betrayed her mind. The only thing to escape her mouth was a soft moan in the form of "Oh-oh-oh!"

Susan took that cry for assent. She rolled over and planted a soft kiss on Mary's lips as she played with her friend's nipples. Her tongue probed at Mary's closed mouth trying to find an entrance. Mary became resolute that she would in no wise allow her friend to French Kiss her. That all changed when Susan pinched hard on Mary's breast. The sudden pain caused Mary to let forth a yip. Susan seized her opportunity and slid her tongue past Mary's defenses. Susan sought out Mary's tongue with her's.

I can't let this go further; Mary thought as her resolve was quickly fading. Mary tried to disentangle herself from the wanton vixen. That effort proved for naught when Susan unoccupied hand finally made its way down Mary's stomach to her moist slit.

"Oh God!" Mary moaned into Susan's mouth as she writhed under best friend/lover's touch. She could feel her juices beginning to flow. Mary gave herself over to her desires and firmly grasped Susan's ass. The passion overtook both girls as they ardently embraced in a fiery kiss after kiss. Mary could feel her orgasm building as she prepared to slip down the bed and taste Susan.

Then suddenly it was over. Susan's hands fell to the side as she went limp and began to snore softly.

Frustrated, Mary tried, to no avail, to rouse Susan. Oh, you drunken whore! You probably won't even remember this; Mary seethed.

Mary knew she couldn't sleep. Disheartened, she rolled out of bed and used the light of her cell phone to pick out a pair of jeans, socks, a shirt, and tennis shoes. Oh God! John had to have heard what was going on. Fuck what must he think? She then turned and stared back at the bed where Susan was sleeping peacefully. And there is no way I can spend tonight in the same bed with her. Mary thought as dressed quickly and then quickly was out the door.