Strategic retreat to the darkness of the balcony

Trying to avoid a protruding announcement of his heightened stimulation, he deftly angled his body to face the balcony and put his back to the girls. "Wow, what a beautiful night!" he blurted, opening the sliding glass door. A warm, ocean-scented breeze wafted lazily into the room and he stepped out into the concealing darkness of the evening. To his relief, he was right---it really was a beautiful night. The cloudless night sky held a dazzling array of stars winking romantically above him, and in the distance he could hear the rhythmic shooshing of the surf.

"Ooo," cooed the two girls stepping out behind him. He closed his eyes and leaned over the railing, catching the intoxicating breeze.

"So many stars," gaped Kate, "I wish I knew what they all were."

"Well," he said, suddenly in his element for the first time that evening, "See that bright one over there? That one's called Spica. It means 'grain'. It's part of the constellation Virgo."

"Really? Cool! Wait, let me switch off the outside light so we can see better..."

Kate leaned inside, flipping the wall switch for the balcony light. Suddenly with a click, John found himself facing two breathtakingly beautiful, completely naked girls. Without the outside illumination to balance it, the light of the bedroom poured out through the glass behind them, illuminating them from inside their gowns. The flimsy material was reduced to a barely discernible outline, and their bodies radiated flauntingly.

"Okay, what were you saying?" asked Kate, her breasts daintily jiggling and then finding their resting place as she turned back to him. Below, her thin, muscled trunk sported a petite navel followed by a small, black thatch of hair clearly visible between her legs.

John's mouth was suddenly very dry. He repeated his comment weakly, devouring every inch of her with his eyes as he spoke.

"What's Virgo?" inquired Ilyana, peering upward. Her darker body was a naked ocean of luxurious curves, from the expansive roundness of her large chest and nipples, to the concavity of her waist, and finally to the widening of her hips around a bare, clean-shaven slit that glistened slightly in the moonlight.

"It means 'virgin'," the tiny, lucid corner of his mind somehow babbled in response, while the rest of his brain melted and bubbled with awe and desire. "It's that line of five stars over there with the four other stars coming out like two legs."

Ilyana smirked. "Virgin? I don't think so. Not with her legs sticking up like that."

Kate's jaw dropped at her friend's coarseness, and then they both burst into laughter, chests bouncing and bodies swaying in uninhibited mirth. Neither seemed aware whatsoever of their exposure, and he realized that his backlit vantage point was unique; all appeared normal to them.

For several more minutes John relished the unadulterated beauty of their forms as they laughed and enjoyed the night. But all too soon fatigue began to set in, and talk of sleep returned.

"Well I'm gonna turn in," yawned Kate, sliding the glass door open.

"Yeah, me too," agreed Ilyana. "John, you coming?"

John was at this point approximately the size and shape of the Washington monument and in no condition to leave his shadowy sanctuary. "Uh, you two go ahead; I'm gonna stay out a few minutes longer."

The girls nodded, leaving him to the quietude of the night. He watched them through the window as they moved around inside, puttering around the room for a few more minutes before sliding into their beds and switching off the lights. Once they seemed still, he quietly padded his own way through the darkness and laid back upon his cot between the two beds.

For a long time he rested happily with his eyes closed, hands clasped behind his head, replaying the magnificent sights of the evening in his mind and re-tasting them like rare wines. The soft purrs of his sleeping roommates contributed imaginings of their semi-nude forms blissfully poised in the repose of slumber under their sheets. At some point he must have dozed off, because gradually he became aware of a tickling sensation on his chest. He opened his eyes just a crack. It was still very dark, but the moon had shifted positions and was now shining through the window. By its faint light, he could see Kate's arm extended out from her covers and her limp fingers ever so slightly brushing against the skin of his chest.

The **** contact raised goosebumps on his flesh and set his heart racing. But then as the fog of sleep receded, he became aware that her hand was slowly moving along his rib cage, delicately but methodically traversing it with the tips of her fingers. This was no **** touch.