Sean sat there sipping his drink and watching his mate Cameron finally getting a positive response with the girl Cameron had been lusting after for months. He was envious. It looked as though he was going to be the last of his group to lose his virginity. Certainly, it was odds on that before the night was over Cameron would no longer be a virgin. He was tempted to tell the two of them to “Get a room”
Good for Cameron but he felt a bit sorry for himself. Not that he had not enjoyed his evening. He had danced seemingly non-stop with the gorgeous Maureen. She really was a hot little number. He had noticed the hot leggy blonde as soon as she had appeared in her lilac bikini at the beach. He could not believe that she had stayed and decided to go clubbing with them. However she had made it known early on in the evening that she had a boyfriend back home who she was faithful to and was only dancing with Sean for the evening so as to ‘balance the numbers’. It seemed he could look but not touch. She had resisted every one of his attempts to touch her body as they danced. Holding her hand seemed to be all he was allowed to do. She was a real tease but Sean was still enjoying himself.
Suddenly Maureen shifted in her seat and shuffled closer to Sean. He felt her hips against his. Had she fallen asleep? No, she wasn’t asleep. She was still holding her nearly empty glass of soda in her hand. Then her head distinctly lent against his shoulder. She turned her head so he could see her face and in a voice just loud enough for Sean to hear but not loud enough to disturb his friends (who seemingly were only aware of each other) said "Isn't young love grand" and gave Sean the sweetest smile he could have imagined. She then turned back to apparently watch Cameron and Charlotte as they continued to kiss. She continued to rest her head against Sean.
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Roger's hand explored across the bed towards his wife, lying next to him. His hand eventually located her nightgown. It was some sort of crinkly cotton material. He recognised the feel of the fabric. It was one of Maureen’s more attractive nightgowns but not exactly what you would call lingerie. He knew Maureen had never been comfortable expressing her sexuality. She was quite a contrast to her best friend Liz. He couldn't help but reminisce about making love to Liz the other night. He imagined Liz would always wear sexy negligee in bed. She was such a sexy woman. Roger scolded himself – he should not be thinking of Liz when he was in bed with his wife. Just because Maureen had let him have sex with Liz once it did not mean it would ever happen again. He should just be grateful Maureen had allowed him one night to live out his fantasy.
Liz was still very much awake and aware of the male lying in bed beside her. Liz felt hot, uncomfortably hot in the nightgown. She realised it was her body temperature rising in response to Roger’s presence. Then she sensed a very slight touch against her nightgown. Was that Roger? She reached down to her hip and felt a hand. She placed her hand over his.
Roger was pleasantly surprised to get a response from Maureen. He had thought her asleep and that his chances for the night were over. He twisted his hand so he could clasp Maureen's and gave it a gentle squeeze. His excitement built when she gave a squeeze back.
Liz continued to hold Roger's hand. She was in a dilemma. She wanted to take things further and had the sense that Roger did as well. What should she do? Maureen had given her permission to sleep beside Roger but had not expressly given her permission to have sex.
She agonised for a minute and came to the conclusion that she had no chance of getting to sleep when she had skin to skin contact with Roger. Damn it Maureen! Why did you put me in this position?