The first night we’d swum in the motel pool and then gone out for pizza, before going to bed.
Since we were sharing a room with one bed, Jimmy had offered to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor and let Tracy and I share the bed.
However, the heater wasn’t doing a great job, and the three of us were shivering while watching an old movie on tv. Given the temperature in the room it seemed only fair to let him share the bed with us.
Tracy had taken the middle to keep things as comfortable as possible.
About an hour after we turned the tv off and I was still awake and could hear Jimmy and Tracy shifting around a bit and by the way the bed was moving it was obvious that they were cuddling and that at least one of them was awake.
But it wasn’t a bit deal.
None of it would have woken me up if I’d been asleep, and it wasn’t enough movement or sound to keep me awake either.
I was only awake because I have a hard time sleeping away from my own bed, and I was preoccupied with thoughts about the next day’s long drive.
Besides I loved Tracy and thought that Jimmy was one of the best guys I’d ever met, so I had zero reservations about anything the two of them did together. Even if they were doing it twelve inches away from me.
At one point I rolled over trying to put the drive out of my mind and get comfortable, and I realized that there was a gentle and steady movement from their side of the bed, and that it had stopped when I rolled over.
I suspected that she’d been stroking his cock and had frozen when I’d turned towards them.
But it was also possible that one of them had been scratching an itch.
As curious as I was, I decided to just wait and see if it resumed. I made sure to stay perfectly still, and with my eyes mostly closed I concentrated on breathing steadily.
Sure enough, after about five minutes I heard the blankets rustle a bit, and then the slow and steady rhythm returned.
Watching in the darkness I could definitely make out the rise and fall of the blanket over Tracy’s shoulder as it followed the motion of her arm.
What they were doing didn’t bother me, but I was starting to feel a bit left out.
Not in a relationship way.
But in a purely sexual way.
I’d considered fingering myself in the shower earlier but had decided against taking the time to make myself orgasm in favor of getting dressed so we could all go eat.
Now I felt my cunt responding to the thought of her hand holding his stiff prick as she tugged him closer and closer to the point of spilling his load.
I carefully put my hand against my breast, feeling the stiff point of my nipple through the t-shirt I’d worn to bed, and feeling my nipple respond to the heat of my hand.
I didn’t dare move around too much more, but I gave serious consideration to how I could slide my fingers into my shorts and make myself cum.
I decided that the only real way I would get away with it was if they were both so distracted that they forgot about me.
He surely would be distracted when his orgasm arrived, but she might not be.
I realized that the only thing to do was to just stay horny and do my best to ride out my own arousal while ignoring them.