John was taken aback. No Nora, dont come in. You need a few days to look after things. Youve been running fifty miles a minute. Now its time to stop. ...ake as long as you need, then call me. Please Nora, just take care of yourself. John placed a kiss on top of her head and turned to leave. Nora shuddered at his touch. She needed to leave. She needed to go home. She needed Sean back, but that was never going to happen. She wanted to curl up in a ball, go to sleep, and then wake up from this. He’s been calling me Pipsqueak from the very start of our friendship. He says it’s because I’m younger than him, even though we’re the same age. He’s just a few months older. I let him have the satisfaction of calling me it, because, well, I like the name. I call him Owl because he rather be out at night than during the day. Though he says that’s different when I’m here. I stuff the note in my bag, so my mother doesn’t find it. I take a quick shower to wash the long day away, before crawling. We had a designated spot in the woods for boys and girls bathroom breaks. This is important later. (No watersports this time guys.) Anyways. As the games commence she slides closer to me. Touching my arm. Touching my leg.Leaning against me, closer and closer as the night drones on. Her naggy room mate gets up to use the bathroom, my room mate staring drunkenly into the fire, She leans over and kisses me. No one noticed. Games continue. She continues to sneak me kisses here and there however so. I basked in my post-coital glow, and the feeling of being surrounded by my beautiful friends. We were all in nothing but panties, and it was strange feeling three pairs of breasts up against my skin--although this paled in comparison to the feeling of their panties either against my outer thighs, or grinding into my own panties, as Stacy's were.We did fall asleep, and when I awoke, Jen was still sleeping beside me, and Cindy and Stacy were gone. They hadn't forgotten that night though, or tried.