Message-ID: <17067eli$9811080542@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17067.txt> From: fievreuse@aol.com (Fievreuse) Subject: Spring Break I (MMF, Friends, mast) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19981107221047.15688.00000719@ng113.aol.com> If you're not 18 years old go away, etc. Also if you're really mean, or smelly. copyright 1998 fievreuse I'm reposting part I now that I have at long last written part II. Enjoy! ******************* Spring Break I I’m a graduate student in the midwest, where the winters last long into that part of the year that most people refer to as “spring.” I try to make it a habit to get away from here during both winter and spring break in order to recharge batteries that have been completely drained by the lack of sunlight and preponderance of days where the high temperature is something like 2. This spring break, I got the perfect invitation for a vacation from my parents, of all people. They live on the Gulf Coast of Florida, about a mile away from the beach. The same week that they were going away on a vacation I was on a break from school, so they invited me to come down and enjoy the house for the week, and invite some friends if I wanted to. Needless to say they didn’t have to ask me twice. I didn’t really feel like overseeing an entire zoo of people down there, and ever since I moved out my parents have remodeled their 4 bedroom house so that there are only two proper bedrooms and a den with a fold-out couch, and I really just wanted to relax with a couple good friends anyway, so I invited two friends - Billy and Kira, both friends of mine independently who have been dating each other for about four months. We got down there on a Friday night, and my parents weren’t scheduled to leave for their vacation until Sunday morning. Billy and Kira are really good friends of mine but have never met my parents before, so I was worried, but everything went really well. We all went out to dinner together and Billy and Kira both kept my folks talking so much I didn’t have to do much of anything. Perfect. Since my parents were still at the house, we had to choose between one of us taking the fold-out couch in the study (which I slept in once when my grandma was visiting - not a comfortable bed!) or sharing the remaining bedroom, which was rather large and had two full-size beds in it, kind of like a hotel. Billy and Kira both seemed ok with sharing the room, so I figured why not. I got ready for bed and came out of the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and a nice pair of boxer shorts - this always seems like the appropriate outfit for me when I’m sharing a bedroom with friends. Billy and Kira, it seemed, thought the same way. (Of course I have no idea how they normally sleep - I normally sleep naked). We all got into bed and lay there talking for a while. It was a really warm night for March in Florida, and about ten minutes after we turned off the lights the breeze which had been bringing fresh air into the room completely died. We were, I think, all three of us uncomfortable, but Billy and Kira being the polite guests they were they didn’t say anything. “Are you guys comfy?” I said. “It’s a little warm in here. Anything we can do about it?” “I don’t want to turn on the AC with my parents here. They’d think it was a waste.” I went ahead and ventured, “We don’t really have to sleep with our shirts on if it’s ok with you.” There was a little murmuring back and forth between them and what sounded like a stifled giggle, and then Billy said “Sure what’s the difference. We’re all under the covers anyway.” I wanted to also say “Plus we’re us, anyway,” since we (I thought) were quite close enough to do this with it being no big deal, and then Kira jumped right in as though she had read my mind: “Look, we’re all good friends and going to be here together for a week, so if somjeone kicks their covers off in the middle of the night it’s not going to be the end of the world if someone sneaks a peek.” That really put me at ease since I think whatever tension about being clothed (or unclothed) came from the idea of me seeing Kira or vice-versa. There were noises of undressing coming from their bed - “Anyway this is kind of fun,” she said, “I feel like I’m 10 years old and this is a slumber party where we’re doing something that’s a little dirty.” Well, I was firmly determined to be completely mellow about this, because I think it’s really fun to be naked around people and not have it be about sex, like in hot tubs and on the beach and whatnot, but, I must admit, I had taken off my shirt and was just in the middle of pulling down my underwear when Kira said the word “dirty,” and suddenly lying there naked in the dark with the two of them in the room probably equally naked was just a little exciting. But mostly it was just beautiful and relaxing. There was again a little bit of a breeze and the three of us were just lying there, talking quietly and a little sleepily. It really did feel like a slumber party - I pretty much live alone most of the time so it’s always nice to share a house, and especially a bedroom, with someone, and lie there and talk before we fall asleep. Kira was right - it did feel like being 10 years old. “David (that was me), are you gonna call anyone you knew from high school while we’re here?” - this was Billy talking “Maybe one or two people. There’s really not anyone I’m close to, but there are a couple that it would be fun to see.” “We’re on spring break my man. We’ve gotta find you some beautiful babies.” I smiled at the thought. “Mmm, I suppose there’s a few...” We were all falling asleep just a little. “It’s no fair, with me getting to be here all week with Kira...” I heard the sound of him kissing an unidentifiable part of her (or of her kissing him) and a faint rustling sound... “Hey...” I heard Kira say half-asleep, “Be good...” I had no idea what was going on, but I wanted to. “I am good. I’ll bet David’s not wearing his boxers anymore.” “Are you?” Kira said, sounding a little more awake and oh so lovely. “Uh, well, no, not really.” “Oh you naughty boy” she said teasingly. I heard a giggle and a rustle as if she were pulling off Billy’s shorts. “Good, I’d rather be naked anyway.” “Oh, and I’d rather you be naked” I heard Billy say, accompanied by another rustle of clothing being removed. fievreuse@aol.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>