What do you want to see?
I’m not picky
Hooking a finger in my sleep shirt, I pulled it down to reveal the rise of my bosoms, adding a sexy tongue to my show.
Yawn
Ah. Rude. You said you weren’t picky
I showed you mine. Give me something
Tipping my head over the bunk, I checked for any lights in the bunks below me. Everyone appeared tucked in tight for the night. I pulled my shirt up to expose one breast.
Rory held two fingers up. He wanted them both. I gave it to him. But he wasn’t satisfied. He twirled his fingers, wanting me to play with them. I circled my breasts, using my fingertips to arouse them. My breathing increased as my hips moved to the sensation. Rory was rapt with attention, and when I slid my tongue over a nipple, he reached down with one hand and grasped his bulge.
With the other one, he wrote
Down further
A lip trapped under my teeth, I gave his direction as much thought as those blended margaritas at the Mexican restaurant we’d closed down tonight would afford me, which was oh so very little. Two fingers slipped under the waistband of my sleep shorts, finding wetness straightaway. Locking eyes on Rory, I circled the swollen flesh, desire instantly overwhelming me. He was hungry—predatory, even—and as he watched me, Rory took to satisfying his own aching want.
We were moving in unison, keeping time with each other as we came ever closer to release, still mindful of the precarious situation we were in. One tiny moan and we were done for. We were living in the post-apocalyptic world of the movie “A Quiet Place,” our lives depending on a totally mute and motionless orgasm. No sound. No movement above the necessary. And when it roared through me, I arched my lower half to reduce the threat of shaking the bunk, silently bringing myself where my body screamed to go. The pained expression on Rory’s face confirmed the two of us were a matching pair.
* * *
Rory
Hi
Grace
Who’s this?
Move your curtain and look to your right
No. I don’t trust you anymore
Me?
He asked,as if some innocent lamb.
What did I do?
You make me do bad things
I make you do nothing. I’m four feet away. I haven’t touched you
We had text sex! With my brother one bunk over! Like how dumb are we? Really, seriously. We’re so stupid they’re going to study our brains after we die
You’re not that dumb, Grace
Plural, Rory
Come on. Open your curtain. I have a surprise
If it’s your dick on a stick, I’m not interested
My what? Hahaha. Do you want to see my surprise or what?
