We stumble in from walking the strip, laughing and jovial from the night's events.

"I'm gonna grab a shower," my boyfriend starts undressing.

I crawl up onto the bed, stretching out on my stomach, "I would come but things are a little spinny ... I'm gonna lay here for a minute."

"Do you need anything?" the two of you chorus at once moving towards me. I wave you off, "No take your shower," I pull a pillow towards me and wrap my arms around it.

My boyfriend rubs my back and kisses my forehead, "Stay with her in case she needs something," he says to you, "I'll shower quick."

"Of course," you say and plop down on the other bed across from ours. He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door.

You look over at me, I'm laying diagonally across the bed, my head towards the window and my feet just barely dangling off the corner of the bed. I'm facing away from you. I chose to wear a skirt tonight. One of your favorites, short and black and tight.

You've watched my boyfriend slide his hands up it multiple times tonight. I kick off my shoes and the skirt shimmies up more, bunching at my hips a bit. You can now see the tiniest hint of my ass, right where the tops of my thighs end and the curving of my cheeks begins. You hear the water turn on in the bathroom.

You wonder if you should cover me, but you don't, instead your hand drifts to the crotch of your jeans and you rub at it lightly. I moan a bit and shift and now you can see a peek of my red lacy panties. You squeeze yourself firmly as your eyes devour the sight.

"Can you get me some water?" my voice startles you out of your voyeurism and you jump to your feet. You grab a bottle out of the fridge and bring it to me. I crawl up higher on the bed, taking your hand and pulling you down with me.

I rest my head against your leg and unscrew the top, taking a few small sips before curling against you, head resting against your thigh. "Will you rub my back some?"

You don't hesitate, and wrap an arm around my shoulders so you can reach my back and begin rubbing it in firm, slow circles. I sigh happily. "I'm starting to feel better," I nuzzle your thigh a bit.

Your other hand slips into your pocket, pawing at your semi hard-on as you now take the opportunity to ogle my breasts in the low necked shirt I'm wearing. They're basically spilling out of the top as I lay on my side curled against you.

"You are the bestest friend ever," I murmur.

"You're right, I am," you say laughing. I pull my head back and press a kiss into your hip where all my shifting has exposed the skin, before laying my head back against your thigh. You try to suppress the shiver that runs through you, feeling my lips so close to where you so often fantasize about them being.

The water turns off in the bathroom and my boyfriend comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walks over to us and leans over you to stroke my cheek and give me a gentle kiss, "How are you feeling sweetheart?"

I sit up and scoot toward him, "Better, less spinny."

He leans down and kisses along the tops of my breasts making me giggle and squirm. "Will a shower make you feel any better do you think?" He strokes my hair and I nod. He helps me off the bed and I walk towards the bathroom.

"Will you sit in there with me?" I ask.

"Which one of us are you asking?" he says with a chuckle.

I roll my eyes and hold my hand out to him. He grabs my water bottle and walks over to me taking my hand and kissing it. The bathroom door begins to close behind us, but before it shuts you see him lean towards me and wrap an arm around my waist as he kisses my neck and for what just might be the 50th time tonight, slides his hand underneath my skirt to cup my ass. You hear me giggle as the door swings shut.