I lay on top of my geeky friend to keep him warm…[Part 3]

Confession

I tightened my grip on his wrist, his arm fighting for control of his cock. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes filled with a mix of hunger and disbelief as he looked between my legs.

“Do you want to try all of them?” I asked, my own breath coming in short, heated gasps as I teased myself, loving how completely mesmerized he was.

He nodded, his voice coming out rough and unsteady. “Please…yes.”

I nodded once, slowly, in complete understanding, and gently let go of his wrist.

Soft footsteps outside the tent—someone coming our way. Alex’s eyes widened in panic, and we scrambled to get ourselves together. He yanked his shorts back up around his hips while I quickly pulled down my pajama top, lifting my breasts back into the fabric as best I could. We lay down just in time, barely stilling ourselves before the tent’s zipper began to slide open.

“Sarah?” Angela’s soft voice whispered into the dark, a strand of her blonde hair falling over her face as she peeked in through the flap. “Sarah, are you awake?”

Feigning sleepiness, I blinked up at her with bleary eyes. “Hey, Ange. What’s up?”

“Can I crash with you? My tent is freezing!”

“Of course,” I replied with a smile, feeling Alex’s body go rigid beside me. “You don’t need to ask—you can always use me when you want.”

“Thanks, Sarah. You sure it’s okay if I... Hey!” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as her gaze landed on the lump of Alex lying beside me. “Who’s that? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

I let out a casual laugh. “It’s just Alex.”

Angela raised her eyebrows at me in silent question and I shook my head.

“Don’t be silly. He was just cold too.”

Angela shrugged and crawled into the tent. When I saw what she was wearing I understood why she was so cold. I thought my own pajamas were skimpy, but hers were ridiculous. Almost completely sheer, Angela’s outfit was barely more than a suggestion of clothing, a wisp of fabric designed to reveal as much as it covered. Her top, if it could even be called that, was a nearly transparent camisole that clung to her like a second skin, thin enough that her nipples were visible through the gauzy material, their peaks hard from the cold night air.

She wriggled her way into the tent, the top slipping down one shoulder as she settled next to me, her teeth softly chattering. She burrowed into the spare sleeping bag and curled up, facing away from us, her breathing slowing almost immediately. Within minutes, her breath became soft and steady.

I waited a few more minutes, just to be safe, then I turned back to Alex. His eyes met mine, wide and filled with anticipation. His body was tense, like he wasn’t sure if this was really happening. I gave him a little smirk and leaned in close, until my lips were almost brushing his earlobe. Then, keeping my voice little more than a breath, I spoke.

“Miss me?”

I reached into his sleeping bag and let my fingers rest against his thigh. I left it there for a moment, letting him enjoy the warmth of my touch, and then let my hand slowly slide up, stopping just short of his boxers.

He shook his head, his eyes wide.

“Oh, I know.” I trailed my fingers up to the waistband of his shorts, slipping just underneath. Instead of going for his cock, I cupped his balls, giving them a gentle, teasing squeeze. He gasped softly, his eyes darting toward Angela. I leaned in close, my mouth just inches from his ear. “You have to be quiet,” I whispered, letting my lips brush against his skin. “Or she’ll hear everything.”

His cock twitched in response.

I kept my hand on him, feeling the heat radiate through his skin, and his body reacted instantly, his breathing growing heavier as I moved my fingers in soft circles, touching his balls with a light, almost featherlike touch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmured, barely louder than a breath. “Bet you were aching for me to touch you again. Weren’t you?”

His face was flushed, his head tilted back as he struggled to contain himself, his hips lifting slightly into my hand, craving more. I kept my hand steady, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements, enjoying the way he squirmed under my touch.

“Do you want more?” I whispered. He gave a barely perceptible nod, biting his lip to stay silent. “Poor thing,” I whispered, letting my fingers graze along the sensitive skin. “I can feel how desperate you are, how badly you want me to take care of you.” I gave him a slow, firm squeeze, making him stifle a groan as he pressed his face into the pillow, trying not to make a sound.

I let my hand linger there, keeping my touch light, feeling his body shudder with every small movement. He was completely at my mercy, and I relished every second of it, knowing how close he was to losing control.

“Imagine if Angela turned over right now,” I whispered, my voice dripping with mischief. “What do you think she’d do if she saw me touching you like this?”

He stayed perfectly still, his eyes squeezing shut as I continued to whisper, each word making him squirm more beneath my hand.

“Do you think she’ll help me tease you?”

His body started to shake and I knew he was close. I hadn’t even touched his cock yet.

“Did you see what she was wearing? So slutty. I bet she’d know just what do with your–”

“Guys?” Angela asked, her voice thin and sleep-inflected. “What are you doing?”

It didn’t take her long to figure out what was happening. Her eyes moved from Alex’s cock, still throbbing as I cupped his balls, to both of her faces. For a moment we were all frozen like that, staring like that, the tension mounting, and then Angela burst out laughing.

“You guys!” she said through her giggles. “I can’t believe you.” She leaned back on her hands, the sheer fabric of her top slipping further down one shoulder, teasingly exposing even more of her skin. She tilted her head, mischief dancing in her gaze as she paused. “Well, don’t let me stop you! ”

Gently, playful, I began to massage Alex’s balls again, slowly, rolling them through my fingers.

Without breaking eye contact, Angela leaned in, her lips dangerously close to the tip of Alex’s penis. “You two looked like you were having a lot of fun…maybe I can help a little?”

“I think Alex would like that, wouldn’t you Alex?”

Alex looked as if he might explode, his body trembling, his cock bouncing up and down as his muscle twitched in the same pre-orgasm state I’d been holding him in forever. He was needy and desperate, exactly how I wanted him.

“Enjoying the view, Alex?” Angela teased, her voice low, almost a purr, her lips plump and red and juicy, only inches–no, centimeters–from the tip of his throbbing cock. Alex made a strangled noise in this throat.

“Maybe you should give it a little kiss?” I said to Angela, our eyes meeting, her soft face and blue eyes looking extra beautiful behind Alex’s urgent cock. “Just on the tip…”

Angela licked her lips and looked back at Alex. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you Alex?”

Alex was beyond words now.

“Kiss it,” I whispered again, hearing the need in my own voice, my pussy still aching from all the teasing. “Just one nice big wet sloppy kiss. No one needs to know. Alex can keep the secret, can’t you, Alex?”

Angela gave me a sly smile, her eyes never leaving Alex’s. She moved in closer, slowly, teasingly, as if savoring the moment. She paused for the briefest second, her lips barely brushing the tip of his cock. Alex’s entire body tensed, his breath stopping, and I felt his balls contract as his body finally prepared for release.

Angela let out a low, teasing laugh, pulling back just enough to leave him wanting. “Hmm, I’m not sure if I should...” she murmured, her eyes flicking up to mine. “Maybe it would help if you asked really nicely, Alex?”

Alex, red-faced and trembling, managed a ragged, “Please...please, Angela...” His voice was barely more than a whisper, but the desperation in it was unmistakable. His eyes were wide, pleading, his chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.

“Aww, poor thing,” Angela cooed, letting her lips part just a little more, her tongue darting out to wet them. She leaned in again, letting her tongue flick across the tip, just once, before pulling away again, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Is that what you wanted, Alex?”