A very slutty competition…

I groaned and rolled onto my back, keeping my eyes open and staring at the nothingness of the ceiling. The sheets were twisted around my thighs, one of the straps of my pajama top sliding from my shoulder and revealing my left breast. I didn’t care. I was too hot, too sticky, too tired. Besides, Julie had been snoring for the last fifteen minutes, and my body still felt electric from the club, from the drinks, from the crush of the people.

I tried not to think about it, scrunching my eyes up tight. The images played anyway, bright and vivid and demanding my attention, her ass exposed and gyrating, right there, in front of everyone…so shameless…so slutty…so fucking hot…

I pressed the heel of my hand lightly against my forehead, trying to get my brain to shut up. I was drunk, that’s all. Overtired and undersexed. I tried closing my eyes again. Maybe if I held perfectly still, the images would leave me alone.

Or, maybe I could just…

My hand drifted beneath the sheet, finding its way over my nipple, making me let out a silent gasp, my fingers continuing down to my hip, then inwards, across the fabric of my panties, feeling the sticky mess that I had already made there. I gasped again when I felt it.

No wonder I couldn’t sleep. I needed to cum.

Lying on my back, I pushed my breasts together as I reached beneath the fabric, letting myself remember it properly for the first time; Julie rolling her ass against Max; the look she gave me over her shoulder; the look she gave him afterwards.

Fuck. This wouldn’t take long.

With my eyes closed, I pulled my pajama top up to my neck, freeing my other breast, my nipples hardening instantly in the air conditioned room. It felt good to let them tighten like that, to feel them finally exposed. I used my other hand to gently pull on them as I moved my fingers faster between my legs, imagining Max, imagining Julie, imagining him fucking me while she sat on my face…

I stopped for a moment in surprise.

What the hell? She was my best friend. I should *not* be thinking things like that. And yet…suddenly I wanted to know–*needed* to know–what she tasted like, feeling an insane jealousy for the men who had been between her legs. My fingers moved again and my breathing quickened as I pulled on my nipple, imagined her smothering me, her hips bearing down on my face as I–

A sound cut through the dark, coming from the bed beside me, a soft rustle of bedsheets.

*Fuck.* Was Julie *awake*? Not now. Not while my pussy was dripping like this…

Surely not. It was the middle of the night.

And yet…

My heartbeat doubled. My breathing stopped. I listened.

Nothing for a few moments and then it came again:

Soft. Rhythmic. Wet.

Faint but unmistakable, right here in the room. Julie’s breathing wasn’t deep and sleepy anymore. It was faster, shallower, and the realization of what she was doing hit me so hard I almost gasped.

She was touching herself. Just like me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm down, but it only made it worse. The knowledge she was here, doing this, quietly, desperately, like she couldn’t help herself any more than I could. She was trying so hard to be quiet, but I heard a little moan escape her lips, excitement spreading through me with humiliating ease. My hand, still under the sheet, moved just slightly without my permission.

She shifted again, another little moan escaping her.

Could she *hear* me? Is that why she started?

Another soft, wet sound. God. It was too much. She wasn’t even trying to hide it properly now. Unable to stop myself, I started to work my body again, listening to the sounds she was making, making sounds of my own, my fingers exploring my pussy, wishing they were exploring hers.

The room filled with our breathing, our moans, the sound of our bodies moving and twisting and contorting in pleasure, a mix of shame and excitement pushing me to a crescendo, cumming hard on my fingers as my best friend did the same thing in the bed next to me.

For a long moment afterward, neither of us moved. Our breathing slowed, and I eased my top down, pulling the sheet higher, and forcing my body to still. From the other bed, Julie shifted once and then went quiet too.

I closed my eyes, listening to her breathing settle into something slow and peaceful, and let myself drift toward sleep.