Yes, with Allie's "help"

Now, I'm not proud of this. Like, at all. But as I stroked my cock, I kept finding myself looking over at Allie sleeping in the other bed. She looked so peaceful, and so beautiful.

I just couldn't resist taking a closer look. As if on autopilot, I tucked my penis away, lifted myself quietly out of bed, and crept over to Allie's sleeping form. Her hair was dishevelled, a few strands falling over her face, and her mouth was just slightly open. I shook her shoulder gently, then a bit more forcefully.

No response.

My hands shaking, I peeled back the covers. Her clothes didn't look very comfy for sleeping in, and she did ask for help with her pyjamas. It didn't take me long to find some in her drawers - a light blue t-shirt with a cute cartoon dog on the front, and a matching pair of shorts in darker blue with little bones on. The shorts were tiny, and my still-hard cock twitched at the thought of them barely covering her arse.

I'm doing this for her benefit, I reminded myself.

Thankfully, Allie was slim and very light, so it was easy to lift her up enough to get t-shirt over her small breasts, revealing a plain white bra with a bit of padding. Her skin was soft and flawless. Manoeuvring her arms out through their holes was a bit trickier, but I managed in the end. She stirred briefly at one point and my heart started to race even faster, but she just helped me with a particularly difficult adjustment and went right back to sleep. I pulled the top gently over her head and stepped back to admire my handiwork.

Her figure was incredible - so tight, with what looked like perfect, perky little tits hiding under that bra and a tiny little waist that flared out into surprisingly wide hips just above her jeans.

Her jeans.

I popped open the top button easily and unzipped her flies, revealing her plain white underwear. I knew from my rummaging that she had much more colourful pairs, but I enjoyed the implied purity of the white. Pulling her jeans down was a little bit easier than the t-shirt had been, though getting skinny jeans off is always a struggle.

Allie's legs seemed to go on forever, with skin so soft, smooth and pale that I couldn't resist leaving a little trail of kisses along her calf. I quickly stopped and pulled back when I heard her let out a soft moan.

I grabbed my phone and took a quick photo before moving on. It would be hard to explain if anyone found it on my phone, but I could transfer it to an encrypted directory on my laptop in the morning, and I might never get to see Allie like this again. I knew I had a bit of a thing for her, but seeing her like this really made it clear just how much I wanted her.

I considered taking off her underwear - she might even prefer that with her pyjamas - but that would have been a step too far. I needed to just get her pyjamas on, and then I could go to bed feeling like I'd done her a favour. I also kept her socks on, just because I thought they were cute.

But first, I had some business to take care of. Watching carefully for any movement from the girl in front of me, I released my cock again and began to stroke, quickly picking up the pace in my desperation to release my cum. I pumped my hard cock furiously, my eyes fixed on the sleeping body below, until I came with a quiet grunt I couldn't quite keep in, bucking my hips as I spurted an absurd quantity of semen into my waiting hand. A few drops splattered onto Allie's bedding - I couldn't do much about those, and I didn't really want to.

After quickly cleaning myself up, I put Allie's pyjamas on, pulled the covers up to her neck and tucked her in. For some reason - I'm not sure why - I also gave her a little kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you," she mumbled softly as I turned to leave. My heart just about stopped in my chest, but there was no more movement from her other than the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

I returned to bed and tried to drift off into a slightly anxious, guilt-ridden sleep.