To Bed, To Bed

The rectangular screen lit up as the mobile phone buzzed against the wooden bedside table, announcing to the sleeping girl that she had just received a text. In the dark room the screen shone like a beacon and the sudden, urgent grinding of the hard metal and plastic against the wood caused the blonde to stir. She groaned as she sat up, her head pounding and her muscles weak. She felt like she had just run ten marathons through a war-torn city while someone followed her around with a jackhammer. In reality she was hungover, from both **** and sex.

Ashley Woodsen stood, surprised to find that she was dressed in a long, man’s t-shirt. The last thing she remembered was being naked in the living room, Hannah beside her stroking her hair and trying to make her drink water. She had no recollection of moving to the bed room or dressing herself or who’s this t-shirt was. Unfortunately, her brain wasn’t quite fully operational right now, so rather than just putting the pieces together she just shrugged and moved on to address the next issue.

The blonde cheerleader shuffled around the bed, eyes already half closing even as she moved. Rounding the bottom of the bed, she moved towards the light, shielding herself. Why was there such a bright light in the room anyway, she wondered, having no memory of placing her phone upon the bedside table or even being able to comprehend the connection between the bright light and the mobile phone below it. She moved closer, her curiosity growing…and then she turned.

Pee. She needed to pee. She didn’t have time for any strange lights. If she didn’t get to the toilet soon she was going to wet herself, and that wouldn’t be pleasant for whoever’s t-shirt this was. She staggered towards the door, thrusting out her hand and yanking the handle down much more aggressively than she intended. She hadn’t quite regained full control of her body or her strength. But those would come back. She’d never regain her dignity if she peed herself in the master bedroom of Heather’s father’s cabin.

Flinging the door open wide, Ashley stepped into the bathroom, choosing to leave the light off. She was too tired and hungover and still a little bit drunk really to deal with lights right now. Scanning the dim bathroom she spotted the toilet and dashed over, immediately regretting the quickened pace as she instantly felt ill. Turning away, she pulled the t-shirt up over the swell of her butt and felt at the flesh of her hips. Glancing down between her legs, she saw her bare pussy, swollen, red and sticky staring back at her.

No panties. She shrugged again and plopped herself down on the toilet bowl. Relaxing she felt the stream of piss begin and remembered that she’d taken off her panties during one of Hannah’s games. There was a big pile of clothes, she could picture it in her minds eye, and she’d shown Chloe and Hannah the picture on her phone of Gavin, wrapped up in hers and Vicky’s panties.

Her phone. Vicky. The light in the bed room. Ashley had the feeling that something was going on that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Maybe it had something to do with her missing underwear. Gavin had stolen them before. Perhaps he took them again to beat off into. But as the blonde thought of Gavin the image of him behind her, her ass in the air, shoving his cock inside her as she looked over her shoulder at time filled her brain. And then her brain pounded, every nerve in her body going off at the mere memory of her orgasm overload.

Holding her head and feeling the stream of piss become a trickle and then a drip, Ashley stood and took some toilet paper. She wiped, and when she was finished, she disposed of the paper into the toilet and flushed. With her bladder empty, she was tired again. Returning to the main bedroom, she was silently thankful to find that obnoxious light had gone, and the room was once again dark. Ignoring her phone and the message symbol on the sleep screen, Ashley crawled back into bed, asleep before her head hit the pillow.

Outside the room Heather, Zack and Lisa made do with the other bathroom, none of them wanting to wake Ashley by walking through the bedroom to the ensuite. Heather went first, since it was her cabin, then Zack because they agreed that Zack would be quicker than Lisa. The curvy Latina thus found herself walking back from the bathroom, the last one awake, everyone else having gone to bed.

She stopped outside the master bedroom, hand on the knob, really not looking forward to sharing the bed with Ashley, and she was sure the blonde cheerleader would rather not share a bed with her. Sleeping in the same room had seemed like a good idea; it would have given her the perfect position to intervene and interrupt any romantic or erotic scenarios that might have occurred between Ashley and Zack. She hadn’t anticipated that Ashley would outright ask her to sleep with Zack, or put any thought into what happened after she drove a rift between them.

Looking down the hallway to the living room, Lisa saw Gavin and Chloe asleep on the couch. So that option was a no go either. But if Gavin and Chloe were using the sofa that meant their beds would be free. Kurt had gone to bed first, but Zack hadn’t been that far ahead of Lisa. He might still be awake. Padding softly down the hall way, Lisa paused outside the bedroom where Zack and Gavin were meant to sleep. Carefully, she opened the door to the dark room, using the light from the hall to look around. Gavin’s bed was empty while she could just make out the shape under Zack’s duvet. She couldn’t tell whether he was awake or not.

“Zack…Zack,” she called gently and hearing a vague mumble in reply, continued, “Can I sleep in here tonight?”

Another mumble that sounded sort of like a yes, which was enough for Lisa. Glad, she stepped inside the room and turned to shut the door. As she did so, she glanced over at a movement in Zack’s bed and saw him pull back the covers and shimmy to the other side of the bed, creating space for Lisa to sleep with him in his bed. That hadn’t been what Lisa meant but her heart leapt at the opportunity. Shutting the door tight and encasing them both in darkness, Lisa tiptoed over to the bed and slid in beside Zack, pulling the duvet over them both. She could feel him, heat radiating from his body behind her, his arm draping over her waist, his deep, sleepy breathing tickling her neck. She closed her eyes and felt butterflies in her stomach, wondering if she’d really be able to sleep tonight, being so close to the man she loved.