I enjoyed reading the hot story! I do have lesbian fantasies sometimes, but I think some fantasies should stay just that. That’s why I rewrote the story the way I’d probably experience it:
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I'm so happy we're able to do this, Holls!" My best friend from college, Paige, says. We've just landed in Portland for a much-needed weekend getaway. It's the first time we've been able to plan something together since graduating a couple of years ago and starting our "big girl" jobs.
Paige lives a few states away from me, and while we talk over video chat often, it's not the same.
"I know, me too!"
We pull up to our hotel and grab our luggage from the trunk. We landed late and decided to hole up in our room, watch a movie, and have a chill night before taking on the tourist day tomorrow.
I grab our key cards for our room, and we make our way to the fourth floor. The hotel is nice and had some of the better reviews when we were researching. Friendly staff, good room service, comfortable beds.
We arrive at our floor and find our room relatively quickly. I unlock the door, and we roll our luggage in, abandoning it at the closet.
"Alright, which side do you want?" I ask Paige. We opted for a single room, Queen bed because it was the cheapest option. We didn't care about sharing a bed. I've shared plenty of beds at sleepovers before.
"Doesn't matter to me! You pick." She grabs her pajamas from her suitcase and makes her way to the bathroom. "I'm gonna shower this flight off and get ready for our night in."
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A couple of hours later, we're both showered and in our pajamas, watching the latest episode of our favorite show. We both doze off eventually, tired from a day of traveling.
I wake up to the glow of the television illuminating the room. I go to mute it rather than turn it off because I like the faint light it leaves in the room.
I try to drift back to sleep when something from the other room catches my attention. A moan. Holy shit. I've never overheard people having sex before. I try to ignore it and close my eyes, but the sounds are so close and so... intriguing that I can't help but listen.
The moans continue through the wall, and I lay there, my body reacting despite myself. My breath quickens as I press my thighs together, the heat between them impossible to ignore. I glance at Paige, who is still asleep, her breathing steady. I hesitate, but the sounds are too intoxicating. Slowly, I slide my hand beneath the blanket, my fingers finding the dampness of my panties. I bite my lip to stifle a moan as I begin to touch myself, my movements careful, quiet.
The woman next door lets out a soft, breathy cry. *"Fuck, yeah, just like that."*
I swallow hard, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. I can feel my arousal building, my hips subtly lifting off the bed as I chase the pleasure. I keep my eyes on Paige, making sure she’s still asleep, but the sounds from the other room are too distracting.
Then, I notice Paige shift slightly. She stirs, her brow furrowing for a moment before her eyes flutter open. She blinks, adjusting to the dim light, and then freezes as she listens. The moans from the other room are unmistakable now.
I freeze, my hand stilling beneath the blanket. Paige turns her head slightly, her gaze unfocused as she listens. A soft, curious smile tugs at her lips. She glances at me, but my eyes are closed, my breathing slow and even—at least, I hope it looks that way. She must think I’m still asleep.
Paige hesitates for a moment, then slowly pushes the blanket aside, revealing her pajama shorts and the faint outline of her panties beneath. She spreads her legs slightly, her hand sliding down between them. I can see the movement of her fingers, the way they press and circle beneath the fabric. My pulse races. She’s touching herself, and she’s not even trying to hide it now.
I can’t believe it. The realization that she’s doing the same thing I am sends a jolt of arousal through me. I resume my own movements, my fingers working faster now, my clit throbbing with need. I keep my eyes closed, pretending to sleep, but my body is alive with the thrill of it all.
Then, I hear it—the soft, wet sounds of her fingers moving through her arousal. The sound is faint, but unmistakable, and it makes my own fingers move faster, my breath hitching. The scent of her arousal drifts through the air, musky and intoxicating. It fills my senses, and I can feel myself growing even wetter, my panties damp against my skin.
The woman next door moans louder. *"Yes, Ryan, I love your cock, fill me up, baby."*
Paige’s breath hitches. She’s trying to stay quiet, but the wet sounds of her fingers grow louder, more insistent. I’m so turned on I can barely stand it. I press my lips together, my own orgasm building as I listen to the sounds of our neighbors—and the sounds of Paige.
The bed next door starts thumping against the wall, the rhythm steady, urgent. The woman’s moans grow louder, more desperate. *"Oh, Ryan, make me come. Make my pussy come all over your cock. Yes, yes, yes!"*
Paige’s movements grow more frantic. I can hear the slick, wet noises of her fingers, the way her hips rock ever so slightly. The scent of her arousal is thick in the air, and it pushes me closer to the edge. I’m so close, my body trembling as I circle my clit, my fingers slick with my own wetness.
Then, it happens. The woman next door lets out a long, shuddering cry, her orgasm crashing over her. Ryan follows with a few deep, guttural groans.
Paige comes first, her body tensing as she stifles a moan, her toes curling. The wet sounds of her fingers slow, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sight—and the scent—of her climaxing pushes me over the edge. My own orgasm hits me like a wave, my hips jerking as I come silently, my fingers pressing hard against my clit as I ride out the pleasure.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the neighbors finally quiet. Paige exhales shakily, her hand stilling between her legs. I keep my eyes closed, my own hand slowing as the last tremors of my orgasm fade.
After a beat, Paige giggles softly. "Holy shit," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I don’t answer. I keep my breathing steady, my eyes closed. She doesn’t know I was awake. She doesn’t know I was watching.
And I don’t think I’ll ever tell her.
