Zofi raised her hand.

“I vote NOT skiing tomorrow.”

Sam raised her hand too. "I'm good with not skiing actually. Matty and

I covered the whole mountain. And I think I've got bruises on top of bruises. Ugh."

I sat up straight and offered, "Backrub?"

“OOH, yes please." Sam raised her other hand, drink tumbler and all, managing not to spill anything.

"I call 'next'!" Belle chirped.

“'Next'!" Zofi called.

“Jus' Lemme sleep," Mari moaned.

I glanced back at Naimh, the only one who hadn't said anything. She gave me a mock innocent look and said, "What? I'm spending the night with you tonight. I intend to get a LOT more than a backrub.”

The girls laughed, and Sam got up rather gingerly from her armchair and started walking into the second bedroom, tugging at her sleeves along the way.

I frowned.

“Where are you going?"

“We're doing this on my bed," Sam stated wearily as she pulled her pajama top off entirely, leaving her completely topless.

I chuckled, patted Naimh's knee, and went to follow her.

Ten minutes later, Sam had actually fallen asleep face-down across her mattress. She looked so peaceful, with a bit of a smile, utterly relaxed after a long day's exertion.

Belle, who was going next, jerked a thumb back out of the room. "Loft.

Now. And you don't stop until I Look Like THAT, got it?"

I chuckled. "Got it."

After ten minutes of steady massage, Belle conked out in the loft alongside Mari, who had fallen asleep on the bed beside us just watching me rub down her half-naked best friend.

I then returned to the second bedroom to find Zofi waiting for me.

She'd gotten Sam tucked underneath the covers, the blonde curled up on her side facing away from us, not quite snoring but making a rhythmic noise nonetheless. Zofi wasn't quite so exhausted that she fell asleep like the other two, but she was feeling quite relaxed AND satisfied after first getting a back massage and then asking me to slide her pajama shorts off and eat her to an orgasm. I'd been happy to throw her legs over my shoulders, suck her hard little clit into my mouth, and curl a finger inside her in a “come hither" gesture until she squeaked and came. Unlike her current bed partner, Zofi COULD keep quiet if she needed to.

I was pretty rock hard by the end of that, but when she saw the tent in my pajama pants, Zofi just patted my bulge, saying, "Save it for

Neevie."

I looked down at her, remembering the sight of her Lips wrapped around my prick from just last night.