I thought it was my girlfriend sucking me off… it was her best friend while she slept right next to us

This happened while we were all in college. We were at this big beach house with a group of friends. Rooms were limited, so Maya (my girlfriend), her best friend Lena, and I ended up in the same room, one queen and a twin. Maya and I took the queen. Lena took the twin a few feet away. It felt normal.

The third night everyone stayed up drinking on the porch. By the time we came inside, Maya was already half-asleep. She pulled the covers up, kissed me once, and was out within minutes. Lena changed in the bathroom and came back in a soft oversized shirt that kept slipping off one shoulder. She climbed into her twin bed. I was in shorts, still drunk from the beer and the salt air, lying on my back next to Maya. The room was quiet except for the waves through the open window and Maya’s slow, even breathing beside me.

I dropped off hard.

I don’t know how long I was under.

The first thing that reached me was the careful shift of the mattress on my side. Soft fingers testing the waistband of my shorts. The fabric eased down just enough. Then the warmest, wettest pressure settling over the head of my cock. A mouth that was slow and deliberate. Soft lips sealing, tongue sliding flat along the underside, taking me deeper in one long, careful glide. A quiet hum when I thickened fully against the tongue.

She worked me under the sheet with long, wet strokes, one hand light on my thigh, the other wrapped around the base so she could sink lower. Every time she took me to the back of her throat and held there, swallowing around me, the heat coiled tighter in my stomach. My hips twitched in my sleep. A low sound left my throat. The soft sounds kept going, patient and hungry, swallowed by the waves.

I only woke when it was already happening.

The first clear sensation was the tight, wet pull as her mouth sealed and sucked harder, faster. My eyes opened on a sharp inhale just as the orgasm hit, hot, thick pulses flooding that tongue. For a second my half-asleep brain was certain it was Maya. It felt like her. The familiar heat, the way the mouth stayed on me through every spurt, swallowing, throat working like she knew exactly how I liked it…

Then my vision cleared in the dim light.

Lena was kneeling between my legs under the sheet, hair falling forward, mouth still stretched around my cock, eyes already locked on mine. She didn’t stop until I was spent and shaking. Only then did she ease off, lips shiny, a thin strand of spit still connecting us for a second before it broke. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, still looking at me.

Neither of us spoke.

She crawled quietly back to her twin bed, pulled the sheet up, and turned away like nothing had happened. My heart was slamming. Maya’s breathing stayed slow and even beside me. Outside the waves kept coming in.

I never told Maya. Neither did she.