The Bed on the Left with Susan?

Mary felt like she was standing at a crossroads. In the dim light Mary had to squint to see which bed Susan 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 left. It appeared, from the rise and fall of the linen, that Susan 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 Susan put on back at the bar was so very delectable. You were the most scrumptious thing there. Everyone would agree. Susan, that waitress Misty, and I; we were all captivated. You even made Dad a bit uncomfortable." the voice said while letting out a slight chuckle.

Susan? Did the voice just say, Susan? 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 the brother of her best friend.

"I'm surprised you're not in Susan's bed with her tongue 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 long drive got the best of me." Then without warning, John rolled over and draped his arm across Mary's bare chest. "Oh, I guess you do not want to waste any time. Never let it be said that John Tempest kept a lady waiting." John said in mock jest as he began to play with Mary's bare nipple. As his strong hands naughtily explored Mary's chest devilish delight replaced the sleepiness in John's voice. "I should warn you that I get handsy when I'm drunk," He 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 at her to get the hell out of bed. I have to tell him this is a mistake. Instead, she found herself unable to talk due to his exquisite touch. Her body betrayed her mind. The only thing to escape her mouth was a soft moan in the form of "Oh-oh-oh!"

John took that cry for assent. He rolled over and planted a firm kiss on Mary's lips as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. John's tongue probed at Mary's closed mouth trying to find an entrance. Mary became resolute that she would in no wise allow him to French Kiss her. That all changed when John pinched hard on Mary's breast. The sudden pain caused Mary to let forth a yip. John seized his opportunity and slid his tongue past Mary's defenses.

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

"Oh God!" Mary moaned into John's mouth as she writhed under her would be lover's touch. As John began to work multiple fingers in and out of her Mary could feel her juices starting to flow. Mary gave herself over to her desires and firmly grasped John's ass. The passion overtook both of them as they ardently embraced in a fiery kiss after kiss. Mary could feel her orgasm building as she prepared to slip down the bed to take John's hard cock in her mouth.

Mary looked up and stared into John's eyes his rock hard member bobbed back and forth just inches from her open mouth. "Oh God Yes!" John then exclaimed as his sister's best friend fully engulfed him. Mary enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down. Her inexperience might have limited her technique but Mary more than made up for it with enthusiasm. John's cock began to pulse in Mary's mouth before finally depositing a copious load of jizz in the young girl's throat.

A surprised Mary pulled off John's softening prick before swallowing her mouthful of cum. Slowly she crawled up his nude body depositing kisses on his firm abs and chest as she went. "You really need to warn a girl when that's about to happen. I hope you're ready to reciprocate."

When John did not answer Mary gently shook him by the shoulder. "John? Don't you dare be fucking asleep on me!" Frustrated, Mary tried, to no avail, to rouse John. Oh, you drunken Bastard! 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! Susan had to have heard what was going on. Fuck what must he think? She then turned and stared back at the bed where John was sleeping peacefully. And there is no way I can spend tonight in the same bed with him. Mary thought as dressed quickly and then quickly was out the door.