But I continued to lay there, burning with lust and trying to come up with some way to cause them to notice me, without making it obvious that I wanted to join in.
Eventually I gave up on the idea of being included. I had resigned myself to just listening until they finished and then falling asleep horny, when suddenly I heard Tracy’s voice.
“We need a towel,” she whispered.
She was so quiet that I wouldn’t have heard her if I’d been asleep.
“We’ll aim it over the side of the bed.” Jimmy whispered back to her.
“Then in the morning there’ll be a giant cum stain all over the carpet,” Tracy giggled. “Let’s hold a towel over it. I think mine is right over there.”
Silently they shifted a bit, and I opened my eyes wide and saw Jimmy grabbing a towel from the chair next to the bed.
Tracy had moved with him, snuggling a bit closer to him, probably to get a better grip on his cock.
I took advantage of their movement to stretch out one of my arms. As they settled back down, they were still for a bit, probably making sure they hadn’t woken me up.
I lay still as well, and when I heard the telltale rustling of the blankets and felt the steady movement of the bed again, I took my hand and placed it on Tracy’s hip.
Holding tightly onto her hip with one hand while I make myself cum with the other is something that I know she loves. I didn’t squeeze or rub her, I just left my hand right there, two fingers and my thumb against her flesh and two on the elastic of her shorts.
Not firm enough to alarm her. But too light to be an accidental movement in my sleep.
I was trying to send her a message, and I hoped it was one she understood.
I was saying “Hey! I’m awake over here, and want to cum. But if I can’t, I at least want to be holding onto you and connected in some small way while Jimmy cums!”
She didn’t break rhythm on his cock, but I was suddenly aware that she had bent her knee and was bringing her foot up towards me.
Moving as quietly and slowly as possible I put my other hand on her foot and began to squeeze it in the same soft and slow rhythm that the bed was moving in as she fondled Jimmy’s cock.
Tracy loved my foot rubs. She’d once told me that the way I rubbed her feet always made her horny, and as weird as it sounds, she’d had several self-induced orgasms while I held one of her feet in both hands and rubbed it.
I worked my thumb along the arch of her foot firmly and I suddenly heard her take in a long shuddering breath.
“What’s wrong?” Jimmy whispered.
“This is making me really horny,” Tracy whispered.
“What can we do without waking Isabella up?” Jimmy asked.
I squeezed her hip in time with my hand working on her foot, and she shuddered again.
“I think she’s awake,” Tracy whispered.
“Shit!” Jimmy whispered.
“I think it’s okay,” Tracy whispered, a bit louder.
“She is awake,” I said. “And it’s okay. I know what you perverts are doing.”
“I’m sorry Isabella,” said Jimmy. “It was all my idea. I’m so sorry.”
“No need to apologize,” I teased. “Except for the fact that it made me horny listening to her stroke you.”