I sleep with a bolster whenever I'm not with a girl. It's a habit I have, and it's the only way I can go to sleep. I know it sounds a little weird, but that's the way I am, and there's nothing anyone can say to make me change my habit.
But the bolster I was hugging didn't feel like the one I normally had in my bed. In fact, it was a little more... substantial in some parts. At the bottom, it seemed to taper, and at the top, it was bigger and softer. I could smell it too... it smelt a little musky, a little flowery.
I realised that the bolster I was clutching had what felt like a soft but firm grip on my cock, at about the same time the hand released it, and the bolster exclaimed somewhere in the area of my chest: "What the fuck!"
It wasn't that loud, but it was loud enough for me to recognise the voice. I cracked open an eye and groaned. My head was spinning a little and I shut my eye again, but not before noticing that there was hair on the "bolster" I was hugging. A full head of it. And it smelt and sounded like... Elly.
"What the fuck happened to your pants?" she had had her head on my chest and had to move up to whisper in my ear. I felt her breasts slide against my chest, and a wiry, rather moist area sliding up my thigh... which had apparently been pressed up against her crotch.
"Uh, I..." I began, and her hand quickly covered my mouth. It smelt of her musk. Along with a trace of something else.
"Shhhh!" she whispered urgently in my ear. "You don't want to wake Chris up, do you?"
Oh. It quickly dawned on me: I was on holiday with the two girls, Christina and Ella. My girlfriend, Joey, hadn't been able to come along on account of work, but she was OK with me going with the two girls because she, I and everyone else knew that we were firmly in the friendzone. Joey was firm friends with Chris and Elly long before I knew her, and she trusted the both of them like her own sisters.
Chris and Elly had picked the destination, a tropical island in Asia, and I had tagged along because the tickets had been bought -- it was just too bad that Joey had had that last minute assignment at the office. We had booked adjoining rooms, like we always did when we all holidayed together... and just like we always did, the door between the rooms was open. Joey and I never had an issue with the two girls coming into our room, and saved our holiday sex for those occasions when the other two didn't tag along. Besides, having two bathrooms instead of one also meant that we were able to get out of the rooms more quickly -- Elly in particular was rather slow in getting ready for the day -- and having that door open meant the girls could talk until the wee hours.
It was just that... well, the girls usually returned to their own room when they were tired. They never stayed over in our room. Especially not in the same bed. And definitely not while they were stark naked, like Elly was under the duvet. Like I said, we were in the friendzone, Elly, Chris and I.
"I don't know," I whispered back at her. "Come to think of it, what happened to yours?"
"Smart answer... it's not helping," she replied, her hands rooting about under the duvet, searching for her clothes. "What the fuck happened last night?"
"I... can't remember," I confessed, rubbing my eyes and trying to get my brain working again. "We were drinking at the bar across the street, I think..."
"Yeah," she whispered, her hands brushing up against my erection again. "Will you put that thing away?"
"I can't," I grinned. "It's a part of me."
"Well, it's in the way," she grumbled, her legs joining in the scrabble under the duvet. "I can't find my clothes!"
"You and me both," I whispered back at her as I began searching for my own clothes. I remembered we were in shorts and tee-shirts, all three of us. Elly was the smaller of the two girls, and was wearing a small midriff baring tee, whereas Chris and I were in much larger tees. Mine said "It's not my fault I'm awesome" in big letters, and Chris' was emblazoned with "I'm with stupid", with the word "stupid" cancelled and the word "slut" written over that. Elly's was just a plain pink tee. I had beach shorts on, and Elly had on a pair of running shorts that looked a size bigger than they needed to be, which was how she usually dressed. She wasn't quite the type to leave it all hanging out, if you know what I mean... even though she 'had the goods', so to speak.
"Hey, watch your hands, you prick," she complained again as my hands brushed against her body. Not against any of her naughty bits, mind you, but they brushed against bare skin nonetheless, and I guess she must have felt uncomfortable about the intimacy of the contact between our naked bodies. Heck, I was embarrassed too... I'd not been unfaithful to Joey ever, and I'm not the sort of guy who's looking to add notches to my belt when my girlfriend is not around.
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I can't find anything under here."
"No shit, Sherlock," her reply sounded fierce, yet resigned. "How the fuck did I end up here? Like this?"
I shrugged. Discretion is indeed the better part of valor. Besides, I couldn't even string together too many coherent thoughts in my own head, to be able to fashion a reply.
"Fuck, you'd better not look at me when I get up. Asshole," she whispered fiercely as she pulled the duvet up around her. "I gotta get out of here and back into the room before Chris wakes up."
"What if she wakes up just as you walk in like that?"
"Shit, what the fuck can... fuck!" she exclaimed. She sounded mad. "What should we do?"
"I don't know," I replied, rubbing my head once more. "Let me think."
"Think! Fuck that!" she replied, hitting me with her fist. Elly put little force in her punch, though, suggesting that she was frustrated with the situation more than she was angry with me. "While you're at it, think about what happened last night. Between us. Because I can't remember."
"Neither can I," I replied. "All I remember is that we were drinking at that bar, we started playing games, and there was a lot of laughter and... and..."
"And..?" she said, pulling the duvet up to her neck before finally looking at me. It was the first time she was looking me in the eye, and I could see embarrassment in her eyes. Along with something else. "And what?"
"I... think you got drunk. I mean, WE got drunk," I said. "Including Chris."
"And then what happened?"
"I don't know. I don't remember much after that," I shook my head and let out a slight groan. Too much vigorous movement was a bad idea. "I think we... had to help you get back to the room. Chris had to... she had to puke I think. And you..."
"Yeah? What did I do?"
"You wanted to go to the toilet."
"So I came over to use the toilet."
I nodded. My head was clearing up a little. "No, you also wanted to take a shower. I think you said you didn't wanna go to sleep smelling like the bar, so you came over to shower."
"So..? What else happened last night?"
"I honestly don't know," I replied. "I think you asked me to wait for you in case... in case you fell down or something."
"Really? I did?" Elly looked a little surprised. "I can't believe I said that."
"Think you thought you were talking to Chris."
