Spring Break in Key West

Sophomore year of college we worked up a spring break trip to Key West. I was one of seven girls plus five guys. Mostly it was all casual relationships, although I had been dating (and sleeping with) one of the guys, Ray. So it was a given kind of that Ray and I were a couple, but we had only slept together four or five times by the time we took this trip. Twelve of us then piled into two rooms with two double beds in one room, and one king sized bed in the other room. We just kind of made do; it was spring break after all.

The first night was just the end of a 24 hour drive, we were all exhausted. Ray and I slept on the floor, letting others take the beds, and we did play around a little with our hands but that was it.

Now, gotta tell you, one of the other guys on the trip was Ray's best friend George, who I got to know pretty well through Ray. George was cute and funny and frankly, half the fun of going out with Ray was hanging out with George. So that second night, we were all drinking and having fun at the bars, Ray and George and me go back to the room first even though it was maybe 2 AM. Ray was hammered. He'd been doing shots, so he passes out on the king bed. I brush my teeth and stuff and when I come out, there's Ray unconscious on one side of the bed, George is kind of curled up on the other side facing away. I crawl in between them wearing panties and a tank top, and bounce around to see if Ray is awake, but he's out cold. He didn't even wake up when I reached over him to turn out the light.

As I'm laying there between them, I'm facing my unconscious half-assed drunk boyfriend, and I feel George turn over so that he's facing me now. My heart starts going wild, not sure why except I just became conscious of him there behind me. I moved around a little, and he moved a little, and I kind of shifted back toward him, like some kind of silent dance. I wasn't sure at first if he was even awake, but then he moved himself against me, playing spoons. I nestled against him, pushing my bottom into him, and discovered a hardness there, that he pushed against me. He slid his hand along my hip, gently, perfectly, and then beneath my shirt at my ribs, and moved along my stomach until he found my nipple with his fingertips.

I was responding to him, I felt my nipples stiffen on both my breasts even though he'd touched only one, and my pussy was getting wetter. As his hands explored the front of me, he brought his skin into contact all along my legs; he lifted my feet with his toes and pushed his hips against me.

I pushed back. I was breathing gently, with some effort because my heart pounded. I loved the feel of his body and his hard cock, but there was also a secrecy, I didn't want to wake Ray with our movement, didn't want to get caught I guess, but at the same time I nearly didn't care. George moved his hands down my tummy, underneath my panties, and as he touched my wet clitoris with his fingertip I shuddered with my first orgasm of the evening, just a little one that made me want more.

We heard voices, and as a key turned in the lock George rolled over. The light came on and we heard our drunken friends decide to go into the next room. They flipped off the lights thinking we were asleep.

George was back on me immediately, and this time he went straight to my panties. I reached down, bending my hips and helping him pull them down my thighs. I lifted one foot out and left them wrapped around my other thigh. George's long cock was grinding against my lower back, I reached to him and lifted a thigh, finding his dick with my hand and pulling the head to my wet lips. I felt his breath on my ear as his cockhead opened me, I wanted him badly but he took a moment to spread my wetness across the head of his dick and then slipped inside me a few inches. Oh god, my breath was betraying me, my nerves screamed as he opened me, the heat and hardness of him pushing into me, delicious.

We fit together perfectly as he slid inside me, deeper with each thrust until his long dick was deep inside. I adjusted my hips to angle on him and squeezed myself onto his cock. It was impossible to stay still enough, to be quiet enough, but that only added to the excitement. He thrust into me hard, deep, and then reached down to my clitoris with his fingers. I exploded inside my head, inside my body, I turned my head into the pillow to keep from screaming out, reached my hand back to his hips pulling at him, but that gesture only expressed my passion, his body filled me effortlessly. Within a few minutes I felt his body tense in a deep thrust, his cock throbbed and his cum filled me and then leaked out.

I looked over at Ray in the darkness, enough light coming in through the hotel window to see that he seemed to be entirely dead to the world, his breathing deep and ragged. George and I lay together kissing, and in moments he was hard again, he rolled me onto my back and fucked me again through at least three more orgasms before he came again, this time loud and uncaring as to whether or not poor Ray woke up.

George and I were both wide awake now, we decided to get out of bed and join the party next door. I put on a denim mini-skirt but didn't put on panties because I was so wet, I just caught what I could with toilet paper and then walked into the next room liking that George's cum might run down my thigh at any moment.

I'm not sure if Ray ever did figure out how it happened, but ultimately he was okay with George and me getting together. We remained friends, and George and I had several happy years before we wound up going our separate ways.