The kid, Maxie, lived next door. That must be his room, on the otherside of my wall. Of all the fucking luck.I spent the weekend alternately moping ab...ut my room, checking one the fast-dwindling text messages from my phone and unpacking. Most of my stuff was geared towards homework, sports and books. I spent most of Saturday trying to work out if I could move my bed away from That Wall but there was nowhere else to put it.Sunday there was more snow and Maxie had friends over, three of them. The second time I did the she said."Please Peter, make me cum."This time I brought her to a full blown orgasm as I lashed her clit with my tongue and her body arched she screamed loudly. For a quite shy girl normally she certainly was loud when she responded to sexual pleasure and that heightened my enjoyment of it too. I was not going to tire of this girl once we got into a full sexual relationship because I guessed she was going to be very bold and adventurous in her demands. As she came down. Now a little drunk, very horny and frustrated by the bartender's advice, Laurie returned to the room, stripped off the dress and climbed into a hot bath. As the steam rose around her, she reached for a glass of something cold and found... nothing. From the bath she could reach the phone (a pleasure found in good hotels) and called room service for a split of cold champagne, leaving instructions for the bellboy to enter the room. Ten minutes later, she opened her eyes to a discreet knock on. I didn’t care much. I got fully naked (as I always sleep naked, and do not get sleep at all if I am wearing clothes) and went and slept in the middle. Then I hugged Dia slowly and started fondling her. Treesa was sleeping (or at least lying there like a person sleeping) on the other side of the bed. Dia was already very tipsy after her vodka session and started undressing too. We started making out again, and Dia was all moaning and screaming, even more, this time due to her being tipsy I.