Soft footsteps outside the tent—someone coming our way. Alex’s eyes widened in panic, and we scrambled to get ourselves together. He yanked his shorts back up around his hips while I quickly pulled down my pajama top, lifting my breasts back into the fabric as best I could. We lay down just in time, barely stilling ourselves before the tent’s zipper began to slide open.

“Sarah?” Angela’s soft voice whispered into the dark, a strand of her blonde hair falling over her face as she peeked in through the flap. “Sarah, are you awake?”

Feigning sleepiness, I blinked up at her with bleary eyes. “Hey, Ange. What’s up?”

“Can I crash with you? My tent is freezing!”

“Of course,” I replied with a smile, feeling Alex’s body go rigid beside me. “You don’t need to ask—you can always use me when you want.”

“Thanks, Sarah. You sure it’s okay if I... Hey!” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as her gaze landed on the lump of Alex lying beside me. “Who’s that? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

I let out a casual laugh. “It’s just Alex.”

Angela raised her eyebrows at me in silent question and I shook my head.

“Don’t be silly. He was just cold too.”

Angela shrugged and crawled into the tent. When I saw what she was wearing I understood why she was so cold. I thought my own pajamas were skimpy, but hers were ridiculous. Almost completely sheer, Angela’s outfit was barely more than a suggestion of clothing, a wisp of fabric designed to reveal as much as it covered. Her top, if it could even be called that, was a nearly transparent camisole that clung to her like a second skin, thin enough that her nipples were visible through the gauzy material, their peaks hard from the cold night air.

She wriggled her way into the tent, the top slipping down one shoulder as she settled next to me, her teeth softly chattering. She burrowed into the spare sleeping bag and curled up, facing away from us, her breathing slowing almost immediately. Within minutes, her breath became soft and steady.

I waited a few more minutes, just to be safe, then I turned back to Alex. His eyes met mine, wide and filled with anticipation. His body was tense, like he wasn’t sure if this was really happening. I gave him a little smirk and leaned in close, until my lips were almost brushing his earlobe. Then, keeping my voice little more than a breath, I spoke.

“Miss me?”

I reached into his sleeping bag and let my fingers rest against his thigh. I left it there for a moment, letting him enjoy the warmth of my touch, and then let my hand slowly slide up, stopping just short of his boxers.

He shook his head, his eyes wide.

“Oh, I know.” I trailed my fingers up to the waistband of his shorts, slipping just underneath. Instead of going for his cock, I cupped his balls, giving them a gentle, teasing squeeze. He gasped softly, his eyes darting toward Angela. I leaned in close, my mouth just inches from his ear. “You have to be quiet,” I whispered, letting my lips brush against his skin. “Or she’ll hear everything.”

His cock twitched in response.

I kept my hand on him, feeling the heat radiate through his skin, and his body reacted instantly, his breathing growing heavier as I moved my fingers in soft circles, touching his balls with a light, almost featherlike touch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmured, barely louder than a breath. “Bet you were aching for me to touch you again. Weren’t you?”

His face was flushed, his head tilted back as he struggled to contain himself, his hips lifting slightly into my hand, craving more. I kept my hand steady, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements, enjoying the way he squirmed under my touch.

“Do you want more?” I whispered. He gave a barely perceptible nod, biting his lip to stay silent.

“Poor thing,” I whispered, letting my fingers graze along the sensitive skin. “I can feel how desperate you are, how badly you want me to take care of you.” I gave him a slow, firm squeeze, making him stifle a groan as he pressed his face into the pillow, trying not to make a sound.

I let my hand linger there, keeping my touch light, feeling his body shudder with every small movement. He was completely at my mercy, and I relished every second of it, knowing how close he was to losing control.

“Imagine if Angela turned over right now,” I whispered, my voice dripping with mischief. “What do you think she’d do if she saw me touching you like this?”

He stayed perfectly still, his eyes squeezing shut as I continued to whisper, each word making him squirm more beneath my hand.

“Do you think she'll help me tease you?”

His body started to shake and I knew he was close. I hadn’t even touched his cock yet.

“Did you see what she was wearing? So slutty. I bet she’d know just what do with your–”

“Guys?” Angela asked, her voice thin and sleep-inflected. “What are you doing?”