Holiday with Sam & his Friends Pt .01

This can be read as a standalone separate story, although it does follow chronologically from the 'Last Week at University' story.

"Charlotte. How do you feel about going on a summer holiday?" Sam, my boyfriend, asked me.

"Of course, I feel happy to say yes, thank you, where are you taking me and when darling?" I replied, laughing.

Having graduated from university, I had some forthcoming job interviews but otherwise a free summer and with Sam working I was sure he would pay for me as well.

There was, however, a slight issue with his offer because it meant not only going away with my boyfriend but also four of his friends. What would have been the six had been reduced to five because one of them had been offered a job with a start date that didn't fit with their timings, therefore, I was to take his place as a late replacement.

My boyfriend Sam was a quiet, reserved and clever man and his friends were in a similar category. I knew most of them from the year above me at school. Some bordering on nerdy, all of them intelligent but pleasant with it. They weren't really the party types but they had booked a holiday for the first time together and I had some reservations about crashing their group but Sam soon helped me put those to one side and I agreed. It helped that he was paying for me as well.

I was bound for Turkey for a free holiday with my boyfriend - and his four male friends. I noticed, as I was packing, just how many bikinis I had, far too many for someone who went to the beach as rarely as I did!

"It's a shame that none of your friends have a girlfriend Sam," I commented, "we could have had one of those couples holidays."

"All wrapped up in their studies," he replied, "and now work."

"And War Hammer, Risk, dungeons and dragons and so on," I laughed.

"Well they can't all be as lucky as me."

I tried on my new pink bikini and was pleased with what I saw as I admired myself in the mirror. Of course, I wished for larger breasts but despite working hard, studying for my finals, I had also maintained a decent exercise regime meaning my body was well toned. I was in need of a relaxing holiday, some sunshine in the day and a few cocktails in the evenings.

We felt the heat as soon as we left the aeroplane, the contrast with England immediate. We collected our baggage and found our way to the coach that was taking us to our hotel. Typically, as always seems to be the case, everyone else's hotels were before ours.

"This is your hotel," our rep announced. It was nice enough and not too close to the main strip to disturb us but there were restaurants, bars and nightlife within fairly close proximity, probably by taxi.

Before my addition to the trip, what would have been six boys were sharing two rooms, three in each and we kept this arrangement. This meant that Sam and I were in the same hotel room as Max albeit with a separate bedroom leaving him on the sofa bed. Will, Noah and Lars occupied a second room across the corridor from ours.

Sam had made such an effort for me to fit in with his group of friends but I did hope for some alone time with him as well.

"Oh I love you Sam," I told him as we arrived to our room. I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend as soon as the door closed to our separate room leaving Max to himself as we passionately kissed in our bedroom.

I wanted to set the tone for what I hoped would be the start of a more passionate two weeks than I had been used to with him throughout our long-term relationship. I set about easing myself down his body, undoing his belt and toying with his dick through his boxer shorts.

"I love you," I told my loving boyfriend as I freed his shaft from his underwear and took his full length in my mouth.

"Oh that's so good," he looked down on me as I squatted in front of him, going to town on his dick with my mouth. I pulled my top off and then my bra as I guided his hands towards my nipples for him to play with them.

I generated as much sucking force and speed as I could as I tried to alleviate some of the guilt I was feeling for cheating on him so many times, to which he was blissfully unaware of.

"Slow down," he requested, "I'm going to cum."

His words barely registered with me at the time and I just kept going, twisting my lips over his stiff prick.

Cum started spurting out of his dick into my mouth in response to my intense, sloppy blowjob. Thick streams, that he'd obviously been saving up for me, filled my mouth. I stood up, on his level, our eyes met as I opened my mouth to show him his cum before swallowing it in front of him.

"Wow," was all he could muster.

Max had already left the room as Sam and I emerged the next morning. We joined him and the others to become a group of six at breakfast. I did feel a bit conscious of being the only girl with a group of five lads and where none of them had girlfriends themselves, I'm not sure that they really knew how to interact with a lady on a longer term basis.

We did some exploring as a group of six on that first morning and then Sam and I spent the afternoon alone before we met up for drinks in the late afternoon.

I had a cocktail and the boys all had a beer. I had hoped that the alcohol might make things a bit easier and relaxed between me and them but it still felt a bit awkward. We retired to our rooms to get changed before going out to get something to eat.

Back in our room, I was feeling horny and having fallen asleep after giving Sam his blowjob last night I sought sex with him.

"Max is just the other side of the door," Sam whispered to me, "we better keep it down."

I sighed and thought to myself, if only he really did make me scream. As had often been the case with Sam, unfortunately I never quite got off on his efforts. Today was no different. He licked me out and penetrated me but it didn't excite me. Perhaps things would improve on this holiday, I thought to myself, he would hopefully let his guard down eventually and might even start to be more manly surrounded by the others.

Sam and I were slightly late to dinner, the others sniggered like school boys as to what we might have been doing. Although I was a bit annoyed at this sign of immaturity, I was pleased to see Sam appear to puff his chest in pride. He was the man of his male group and I was pleased to see him growing in confidence compared to his single friends.

That night we made our way to the main strip of bars and clubs. I was able to experience first hand the reasons for these four men remaining single. They really didn't have any 'game' and I didn't fancy their chances of getting lucky this holiday if it continued. Sam really would be the only one getting any action between the five of the boys.

Sam and I spent the next couple of days away from the main group as a couple and then I told him that I really didn't mind if he wanted to spend some time with just the boys. I was more than happy to stay around the pool on my own for a bit to top up my tan and do some reading.

It had got to about one o'clock and as I was heading back to my room to change books, I noticed Noah in the hotel reception by the lifts. He was the one I had probably interacted with least of the boys, so far.

"Hey," I said, "what are you doing in here with your computer away from the rest of the boys?"

"Oh, it just got too hot for me out there so I came back early," Noah replied, not really paying me much attention, before adding a, "yes! Oh yes!"

"That's not a yes to me is it Noah?"

"Oh no, sorry Charlotte," this time looking at me, "I've just got Preston North End promoted to the Premier League on Football Manager, it's a computer game."

"It's not the first time they've been in the top flight though is it?"

"No, well, not in real life," he seemed surprised, "how did you know that?"

"My Grandad is from Preston, Noah, he used to tell me all the time about how good they were, bless him."

"Wow, not just a beautiful girl but also knows about football. Sam really is a lucky chap," he said, suddenly reddening and looking away from me.

"Aww Noah," I replied, "a bit condescending about the girl bit but thanks anyway."

"No," he backtracked, "sorry, no, I, er, didn't mean it like that. I know girls can like football too."

"We can do all sorts of things now," putting my hand on his arm, "some of us, girls that is, don't even become housewives the second we leave school."

"I know, I was just surprised."

"Don't worry Noah," smiling at him, "I'm only teasing you. Do let me know how you get on next season though."

That turned out to be a bit of an opening for me and Noah and he used his exploits on a computer game to chat to me more.

"Just won 3-0 Charlotte," he'd drop in to start a conversation.

I used the tactic of showing an interest in what each of the boys were doing or what their hobbies were to build up a bit more of a rapport with them all.

The time I found them a bit odd and nervous was when I was in my swimming costume. I think their geeky sides found this hard to deal with. I'd notice them looking and then looking away, thinking I hadn't noticed but obviously I did and I kind of liked it.

The only real downside to the holiday so far had been my lack of decent sex. A combination of Sam not really being able to satisfy me anyway and the proximity of the other boys to us had me feeling sexually frustrated.

I soon discovered that I wasn't the only one feeling sexually frustrated. One morning, as Sam and I were making our way to breakfast, we asked Max to join us but he said that he would be along in a few minutes. Having made our way down to the dining area, I realised that I'd forgotten the card that was needed to redeem our food so promptly went back to our room to get it.

As I re-entered our room, I was met by the sight of Max, shorts around his ankles, furiously wanking himself off. I stopped in stunned silence, not knowing where to look or what to do.

"Shit," he said, "I was just, erm, er, getting ready."

Max was trying to pull his shorts back over his enlarged manhood.

"I just forgot my card," I said, not really knowing what to say, "I'll see you in a bit then Max, I guess, whenever you're ready."

I went back downstairs, trying to process what I'd just seen.

Max was really off with me for the rest of the day, not wanting to be anywhere near me.

Later on, that evening before we were going out and Sam was in the shower I thought I'd better clear the air.

"Max," I said, approaching him on our balcony, "can we have a word?"

"Yes, sure, look Charlotte, I'm really just so embarrassed."

"Look don't be. You know I've got a younger brother right?"

"Yes?"

"Well the number of times I've walked in on him, you know having a little play."

"Right."

"It's just what boys do right?"

"Yes, well occasionally, I mean I usually have a real girl you know."

"Of course you do. Honestly though, I haven't told Sam or the others."

"Thanks, and you're not going to, promise?"

"Just our little secret Max."

"Thanks Charlotte, I appreciate it."

"I should say," standing up to leave, teasing him, "it's not such a 'little' secret is it Max..."

That night we all ate together and made our way to the main strip for the first time in a few nights. I was definitely feeling part of the group and enjoying my holiday.

"Look lads," addressing them all, "isn't it about time you tried a bit with the ladies?"

"I've done alright," Will piped up.

"No you haven't," the others responded in unison,

"Tell me more," I said.

"He's just had a kiss, that's all," Noah responded.

"And she was ancient," Lars chipped in.

"Still, better than any of you," Will tried to justify himself.

"Isn't it about time you started chatting up some girls," I said, "your own age?"

"Maybe all the girls think we are all your husband Charlotte?" Lars laughed.

"I'll leave you to it then," I said, with mock sadness, getting up to leave.

"No, no, no!" Max went to stop me, "you can be our decoy."

"My girlfriend is going to be part of your military operation?" Sam joined in.

"Hear him out," it was Noah this time.

"No disrespect to Sam, but," Max paused, "he's punching with you Charlotte."

We all laughed, it was taken in the spirit intended.

"This is my plan," Max held his hands outstretched, "we pretend we don't know you and you've just bumped into five handsome lads at a bar."

"I can see a problem with this," Sam said, with comic timing.

"Listen," Max continued, "you pretend we have only just met. You try to chat us up. When the girls see us rejecting you, they're going to think we've got really high standards, these boys are a tough nut to crack, let me see if I can better her efforts."

"I'm sceptical," Sam said.

"Look you've had a miracle in your life Sam, there's hope for us all," it was Noah this time, met with roaring laughter.

"We can't do it here though," I said, actually pleased about how sweet they were being about me and thinking it might be a bit of fun too, "people will know we've come in together."

"Are we really doing this?" Sam interjected.

"She's up for it," Noah said, "don't be boring Sam."

"Yes, don't be boring Sam," we all sang in unison.

Max outlined his plan. They were going to go ahead of me to a bar further down the road and I was going to go in and start chatting them up, when they would reject me and other girls would swoop in for the challenge.

I, myself, did have doubts but I thought it would be a fun game.

I hung back to kill some time, while the boys went ahead. It didn't take long for a promoter to catch my eye and convince me to go to his club later with the promise of free shots and discounts. I can't say I had much difficulty flirting with him, he was good looking and away from Sam I didn't have any problems speaking to members of the opposite sex. I made my excuses though and went to the bar where the boys had been.

Little to my surprise, as I entered, I noted that the five of them hadn't attracted any female attention so far. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and made eye contact with Max, thinking it was fair enough for him to go first, since it was his idea.

"Hello babes," he said, offering his hand to introduce himself, "do you come here often?"

I leaned in to whisper into his ear, hoping someone might see and think I was saying something seductive, knowing they wouldn't hear it, "that, for fucks sake, is a fucking terrible chat up line."

With that, he just burst out laughing.

"Are you not even going to buy me a drink?" I shouted at him, playing along with his game.

With that, Will stepped up for his turn. I was enjoying this.

"Sorry about him," Will said, "he has problems, if you know what I mean. I'm Will by the way, how do you do?"

"Very well, I'm Charlotte," looking into his eyes.

"And what would this fine young lady like to drink?"

"Vodka and lemonade please babes. I'm so thirsty, if you know what I mean," this time notching it up a bit and stroking his cheek.

We took our drinks to a separate table and carried on the pretence of not knowing each other, making small talk as I tried my best to act as if I wanted him.

"You know," after about fifteen or so minutes, "Will is it?"

"Yes," he replied, "that's my name."

"I know we've only just met each other," taking my hand to his thigh, "but I'm feeling kind of horny and I've not had good dick for a long time..."

"Yes," placing his own hand on my exposed thigh, "go on."

"We could get out of here and go back to my hotel..."

"Yes," he said, looking somewhat in shock, still staring into my eyes.

"But," I said, still speaking in my slow seductive voice, "you're supposed to turn me down as part of some bizarre plan to get some other girl."

"Yes," he looked as though he was in some sort of trance, not really sure of what the blurred lines of this game were.

"You're going to walk away from me," speaking normally now, "because you're turning me down. Will, remember?"

"Oh yes," he shook his head a little as though he was trying to clarify the situation.

"But," moving my hand further up his thigh to squeeze his crotch, "I can feel that big boner you've got here and you're going to have to walk away with it's big, fat outline, pressing against your clothes for everyone to see."

"Fucking hell Charlotte," he looked at me, unsure of what to do.

"That big... fat... dick of yours," I emphasised the words to him, playing along with our game, "in my mouth and in my pussy, giving me want I want."

"Oh really?"

"Yes," I replied, biting my lip as we locked eyes, "I'm kind of a slut really."

"Wow," was all he could muster, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

I was a little confused as well, in truth I was a slut. I knew this was a game but I was also enjoying it.

"So you do like talking to girls then?"

"Yes," he stumbled over his words, reality must have kicked in for him, his voices changed, "but I'm going to walk away from you Charlotte."

"Yes, you do that," I knew again that I wasn't lying, "but it's a shame I'm not going to get properly fucked tonight."

He did as I asked, albeit in something of a daze. I was absolutely loving this game.

"I could have been yours tonight but you turned me down because your mate 'saw me first'. That is pathetic!" I shouted across to him.

"This is so much fun Sam," I excitedly told my boyfriend as he joined me this time.

Sam and I didn't continue with the game but much to my amazement, Will somehow did attract some female attention after that. I couldn't believe it really. Sam and I went back to our hotel leaving the others to continue with their night.

I didn't know the exact time but it must have been a few hours later when I was woken by Max stumbling back into the hotel room. Intrigued by what might have happened after we'd left I couldn't wait until the morning.

"Hey Max," I spoke quietly to him.

"Evening Charlotte," he slurred in a drunken state.

"Tell me, what happened, did you get lucky?"

"Nearly! My plan worked for Will though. You were fucking great Charlotte, we'll have to try it again."

"Maybe tomorrow Max, you'll get lucky."

"Like Will, it worked for him and for Sam, he's so fucking lucky to have you Charlotte. We all think that and how great you are. We're all so pleased to have you with us on this holiday. We were all saying that. All of us tonight."

"That's sweet Max."

"We'll perfect our plan tomorrow Charlotte," he continued to slur, "the two of us."

"I think you can look after yourself very well," I smirked back, "it's in your hands Max."

"Oh," he looked down, "I thought we weren't going to mention that Charlotte."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said, it's not a big deal," I smirked again, "well, actually it kind of is."

He grinned.

"You should use it to your advantage," I continued, suggestively, "don't keep it all to yourself..."

I thought I heard Sam approaching behind me.

"Night then Max, " I said, "we had better all get some sleep now."

I crawled back into bed, Sam was there and asleep so it wasn't him that I heard. I cuddled him and lightly ran my fingers over his chest in a bid to wake him up. He mumbled but was still sleepy. I placed my hands on his dick, stroking him to make him harder.

"No, I'm too tired," Sam replied, "save it for the morning."

I rolled over, wide awake, frustrated... again.

"I'm going to get breakfast, I've been waiting for you to wake up," Sam was fully dressed, it was now the morning, "but we'll miss it so do you want to come now?"

"Yes, I do want to cum," I teased him.

"No seriously, we have to go now or they'll stop serving."

"I just want to sleep a little bit longer, I'll get something else to eat later."

I managed to sleep quite a bit longer and when I checked my watch it was midday. I made my way to the bathroom, wearing my pyjama shorts and a t-shirt, to get ready, when I was met with the sight of Max.

I stood back in my doorway, unsure if he'd seen me.

Max, presumably thinking he was alone was wanking himself off again. If only Sam had this desire, I thought to myself. I was also intrigued to watch him, noting how he was playing with himself.

I watched through the crack in the door.

I took my free hand inside my own shorts, I wasn't wearing any pants to sleep in, and lightly moved my fingers over my pussy from top to bottom. I quickly had four fingers at play, running over and rubbing my clit, going round and round.

I was surprised as I hadn't realised geeky boys were quite as sex obsessed as this.

I watched him playing with his erection and hoped it got some action from a real girl on this holiday as well.

As I watched him make himself cum, the realisation that his little show was over actually made me realise how much I had enjoyed watching him. As he showered, I finished myself off with my own fingers before I got myself ready.

"We'd better go and meet the others," trying to be as blasé as I could, still not entirely sure if he'd noticed me watching him, "they'll wonder where we've been."

"Oh here they are," we were greeted by the others by the pool.

"I can't believe how long I slept for, I've literally only just woken up and I hadn't realised sleepy head Max was even still in the room," I replied, "now let me hear about lover boy Will and his antics last night..."

They told me all of their tales from last night and we were having a good laugh about it.

"Time for the sun tan lotion Charlotte?" Noah enquired, making reference to what had become something of a ritual over the course of the holiday. At first, when Sam hadn't been about, I'd asked Lars to do it but he seemed a bit reluctant to touch me, as though he was embarrassed, however, as we'd all grown closer the boys were being more brazen with how they approached it.

"Isn't it my turn?" Will asked.

"I think you've had enough skin-on-skin action these last twenty-four hours mate, let me have my turn," Noah said, laughing.

Noah grabbed the bottle from my hands and actually straddled me as I lay face down on the sun lounger. This time, he didn't even ask me, he just undid the back of my bikini top and started smothering the cream on my back, in front of my boyfriend as well as all of the other holiday makers. He really overdid it, not that I was complaining, as he massaged my back.

"Oh, that's nice," I cooed.

Taking that as a sign of encouragement, he moved his hands to my side and continued rubbing me. I could feel his dick pressing into me through his shorts and at my lack of protest, his hands wandered even further to briefly rub my breasts. He must have felt my pierced nipples for a fleeting moment before withdrawing his hands again.

"Thanks Noah, you'll have to give Sam some lessons," I told him.

"I thought you said that I was the best yesterday?" Lars commented.

"Oh, you're all good," I replied with mock derision, "in your own special way."

It was playful, fun.

We decided not to go out properly that night, still feeling the effects of last night, we just planned to chill out this evening.

In our room, I showered first then Sam went in after me.

"Knock, knock," I announced as made my way across the corridor to the other boys' room.

"Look, who we have here," Lars said, on opening the door.

"I need Noah," I called out, waving the bottle of aftersun, "Sam's in the shower so I need Noah to do part two of the job he started earlier."

"Here I am," he popped his head up from his book, his eyes gleaming when he saw the aftersun bottle.

They had the same room layout as ours. I positioned myself on the sofa in their living room and handed Noah the bottle.

"It's important to moisturise boys," I said, sitting down.

"I don't want to get this on your lovely top Charlotte," Noah said, after squeezing some of the lotion on to his hands.

"That's okay," I said. I was wearing a halter neck top so I undid the ties at the top, freeing my shoulders from any material and not exposing my breasts.

Lars and Will just sat and watched. Their initial reservations around me had very much subsided by this stage of holiday as Noah ran his hands over my back with long, purposeful strokes.

He really didn't need to be spending this much time on me but he continued to leave long lingering touches over my back, the others continued to watch intently.

His fingertips lightly grazed my neck before rolling his thumbs down my back.

"Oh, he's good boys," I almost moaned, "take note, it'll be your turns soon."

He continued to work my sides as he had done earlier with the sun tan lotion and then slowly started easing his fingers around to my front. As he'd done outside earlier, his fingers lightly touched my breasts but they lingered for longer this time. Enough for my nipples to start to harden.

"Thanks Noah," I said, standing up away from him, "I can take care of the parts of my body I can reach myself though."

He just gazed at me as I left to return to my room.

"Oh you're finally out Sam," I said on my return to our room, "I needed you to put the aftersun on my back. Luckily your friends over the corridor were able to help me."

We finished eating and then as we weren't going out drinking we went back to the other boys' room.

"Oh, you're playing Risk [as in the board game]," I said, and then with a sarcastic tone, "I really can't work out why you don't all have girlfriends."

"Well Sam does."

"He's different," I said, tugging on my boyfriend's cheek.

"We'll think of some new games for us to play with you then Charlotte," Max said, "maybe with a few more risks."

The next day, I let the boys have their fun with the sun tan lotion again as we spent most of the day lounging by the pool with the main aim of preparing for another night out. The boys, apart from Sam, were obsessed with the idea of pulling girls. The evenings were warm so I had no fears about getting cold as I put on my tight, low-cut, leopard print dress that showed off my long-tanned legs. I wore it with strappy heels and let my hair down. I had my fake gold Rolex on my wrist that Sam had bought me from the market earlier that day - how classy!

As we got into the busier nightlife area for some drinks, one cocktail quickly became a lot more as our mismatched group of six went from bar to bar.

"Look, you know, we all really like you Charlotte but when we get to the next bar, can you and Sam, sort of, hang back a bit from us," Will said to me, "it's just we reckon we've got a better chance if the girls think we're single."

"If you think that's the reason for you not getting much action Will," I smiled, "we're happy to help."

Sam and I did as we were instructed and positioned ourselves away from the four boys but we could still see what they were doing.

"I'm having such a good holiday," I told Sam, "are you pleased that I get along with your friends?"

"Yes, I mean..." Sam replied, "it's nice and everything..."

"Oh look," I stopped him mid-sentence, "Will's moving in, he's chatting those girls up!"

Sure enough, Will was talking to a little blonde girl, who it must be said, really didn't look like his type. She was wearing lots of make-up and a daring revealing outfit that left little to the imagination. Even from across the room I could see she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were poking out of the material of her tiny top. Her breasts looked disproportionately large for her small, slim frame. Will was to later confirm to us that these were enhanced.

As Will was talking to her, we watched as he introduced his friends and in no time Will, Lars, Max and Noah were dancing with a very unlikely group of girls.

"He's going for it," I said to Sam, excitedly, as he went in for a kiss on the dance floor, "and now look, it's Max, he's going to kiss her friend."

I felt like a proud parent, watching these two get lucky but then Noah and Lars came to join me and Sam, disappointed at their own failures.

"Sam, let me try the Charlotte tactic from the other night," Lars asked, "that'll help me."

"I'm not sure, we should just go back..." Sam replied.

"Oh go on, it'll be fun," Lars encouraged him, "don't be boring Sam."

"If you really think it'll help..." Sam was giving in.

"Don't I get a say in this?" I contributed.

"Of course you want to help me Charlotte," Lars persisted.

"Well, if Sam wants me to..." I trailed off, making it seem as though he was encouraging me.

"Well, that's decided," Lars leapt on the opportunity, "leave me here with her, you two make yourselves scarce."

"I've been waiting for you to get me on my own," I teased him.

"Yes, erm... really?" Lars looked in shock.

"I've been watching you from over here and," my finger twirling my hair, "I just prayed you'd be the one to, at least, talk to me tonight."

"Well, you should have said sooner Charlotte, I know it's difficult with Sam about but we could just let him down gently."

"You've only just met me."

"What? No, known you for ages."

"You've not really got the hang of this game, have you Lars?"

"Oh," he said, rubbing his glasses, "yes, yes, of course, erm, I was just playing along, erm, yeah."

"We'll try again," I said, "I've been waiting for you to get me on my own. Tell me, what's your name, handsome?"

"Oh yes, they call me Lars, I'm Swedish, you can probably tell from my name and blonde hair. I have pubic hair the same colour. Do you want to get out of here and see it?"

"I really do wonder," I said, rolling my eyes, slipping out of character, "why you boys are still single?"

"Oh yes baby! I know I am such a hunk."

"Look Lars, just try not be so fucking weird. Be nice, which you are, mostly, you can be a bit suggestive but please don't jump in like that."

"Is this still part of the game Charlotte?"

"For crying out loud Lars. You're not bad looking, maybe if we get you on the dance floor, you might attract some attention that way. Come with me," I said, leading him by the hand.

"So the plan is," he leaned into me, "you dance with me and then all the other girls join in?"

"Something like that," rolling my eyes, again.

On the dance floor I playfully pinched Lars' bottom, giving him a smile as I danced close with him, my legs scissored his at one point, me turning to grind my arse into his crotch. I felt his erection grow through his trousers and he was obviously aware of this, trying to shift it away from having direct contact with his body.

I was definitely getting more into the game now and this encouraged me to dance closer to him, trying to be as sexy and encouraging as I could. At one point, as I was backing my arse into Lars and I made him hold his hands on my waist, I ground my arse back into him and with my head turned to my right, he lent in and said, "you smell incredible," followed by, "you're so pretty Charlotte."

"That's better Lars," I said back, as we continued to dance closely. Lars moved his head towards mine as if he was going to kiss me. I turned my head the other way to his in response. I could feel his cock pressing into me, through his jeans. I had clearly made him very excited and now I was denying him the opportunity to kiss him.

"Hey, that's not the game," I said, sensing his frustration "you need to let me, chase you. Remember?"

He put his arms on my slim waist and then he danced behind me, I was enveloped in his hold. Drunk, I willingly let his hands roam around my body.

"You like this?" I said, nuzzling his neck as he danced behind me.

"No, I don't," he replied.

I ground back onto him. As I did this, I could feel his hard cock through his trousers and it must have been all of the alcohol that started to make me feel horny.

"I'd love to fuck you and your tight body," he said as he pressed his erection against my body, "but that's not in the rules of the game."

"That's more like it," I said, grinding into him. I was enjoying the attention and Lars clearly was too, his length kept growing, so hard and imposing on my slim body, his hands firmly gripping me.

"I wore this short dress just for you tonight Lars. Do you like it?"

"No," he said, "it doesn't do anything for me."

"You don't like it when I grind my body against you like this either do you?"

"No," he groaned into my ear.

"I don't even make your cock hard do I?" I said, rubbing my thigh into his crotch.

"Definitely not," he smiled back at me.

"It's such a shame that we're in a busy club, otherwise I'd be on my knees in front of you," my arms around his neck at this point, "with that big hard cock of yours in my pretty little mouth."

"Fuck," was all he could muster.

I was in a bit of a trance, even though we were playing a game, the drink as well as his obvious girth contributing to this. I was snapped out of it by Sam's reappearance.

Lars obviously was too, as he said, "not tonight from me," moving away from me.

"Let's hope your idea works now Sam," I said to my boyfriend.

"My idea?"

"Yes, I hope your idea helps Lars out, you're such a good friend to them all Sam."

We had another drink but it was clear that Lars and Noah weren't going to pull tonight. Will and Max, on the other hand, looked on to a sure thing. We left the club to find a taxi back to our hotel and Will was bringing his blonde conquest back as well but Max wasn't with us, planning instead to go to her hotel.

"Ladies first," Lars said to me as the doors slid back on a big enough car, as I duly followed his instructions and went into the back seat.

What I hadn't anticipated was that he would immediately follow me and join me at the rear of the taxi, leaving the remaining spaces to be taken in rows by Will and his new 'girlfriend', a screen blocking out the four of us from Sam, Noah and the driver in a cosy three at the front with the driver.

We'd all been drinking heavily, meaning we were very drunk and in good spirits, laughing and joking about. Noah started singing along with the song blaring out of the car stereo as the taxi made its way through the dark night.

"Start spreading the news," Lars and I joined in from the back seat as we all sang along to the classic Frank Sinatra song.

"You're just too good to be true," we sang out as one song ended and another began, even the driver joined in, "can't take my eyes off of you."

On that lyric I caught Lars's eyes doing just that as flashes of light came into the car from passing buildings and other cars as we continued driving.

"You feel like heaven to touch," and with that Lars put his arm around my shoulders, swaying to the music, his hand touching the skin exposed by my tiny dress.

"I wanna hold you so much," again, I just played along with the singing, Lars pulling me in closer, my boyfriend two rows in front, we were still laughing but I was in close contact with my boyfriend's friend, the atmosphere changed.

The song built up, the singing continued and Lars's other hand made its way to my bare thigh.

I didn't stop him, I didn't recoil, I didn't speak. Fuck, I was actually turned on, the alcohol, the sun, my tan, feeling wanted, the risk, the game we were playing.

I flicked my long hair off my shoulder.

"I love you baby!"

The hand over my shoulder reached down towards my breast, under my dress and bra to paw at me, his fingers locating my pierced nipples that were rapidly hardening.

The other hand slid up my inner thigh.

"Fuck," I gasped as I actually parted my legs.

Lars eased the thin material of my thong aside to insert a digit inside my pussy.

"It's quite alright," I sung out but I was actually signalling consent for this man, supposedly my boyfriend's friend, to finger my bald twenty-two-year-old pussy, grab my tit and all while my boyfriend was in the same car.

The boys were still singing, the layout of the seats and the darkness preventing them from seeing what was happening. Lars continued to finger me to the music.

I murmured with pleasure.

As that song came to a close and the singing stopped, Lars just left his finger inside me, still, it felt good in there.

There was no denying how wet I was, the next song started and he started to slide his finger back and forth again, his other hand no longer groping my breast, we were approaching our hotel and I wondered if we weren't, just how much longer it would have taken him to get me off.

As the taxi came to a halt at the hotel entrance, Lars reluctantly withdrew his finger from my wet pussy and I shuffled my dress back down as we clambered out into the open air.

"That was a fun journey," I said, my legs almost betraying the events of the back seat. I went to hold Sam's hand.

"No Max in our room tonight then Sam," I said to my boyfriend, indicating a willingness to spend time just with him. I kissed him and we walked back towards our room. I could feel Lars's eyes on me.

"Sam," I said to him, before we got to our room, "let's do it outside."

"No Charlotte," he replied, again spurning my advances for outdoor fun, "we're literally metres from our 'private' room."

Disappointed at not having the opportunity to have outdoor sex, I was still horny though. I set about my boyfriend as soon we got inside, my pussy still wet from Lars's fingering.

I shed my dress pretty quickly and Sam's dick pinged out of his shorts as I pulled down his underwear, already hard, at least I knew he still found me attractive. I pinned Sam to the bed and clambered on top of him, ready to ride him.

"Wait," his words trying to halt me, "the condom as he reached for the table."

"I'm on the pill," I sighed, just wanting him to fuck me.

"Just to be on the safe side," Sam urged caution despite the alcohol, "I love you but I don't want kids, not yet."

I let him put it on himself and then just parted by thong to let him inside me as I rode him, arching my back, as I vigorously bounced on top of him.

"Oh fuck, yes," I cried, really getting into this, my knees moving from being either side of him to being in the air as the weight shifted to my feet so that I could squat on my boyfriend.

I was fucking him hard and before I knew it he was whimpering, "I'm going to cum, slow down."

But it was too late, I was too hard and fast for him, he'd shot his load into the condom. Sam hadn't really done a lot, he certainly hadn't got me off, that was for sure.

He hadn't been finished long when we heard a knock on the door, Sam answered, covering himself up first, and as I heard voices, I put my dress back on and went to see what was happening.

"We can't sleep," it was Lars and Noah, "the girl Will has brought back is a real moaner, can we crash in your other room tonight since Max isn't here?"

"Yes, of course," Sam offered.

"Shall we go and have a little listen first though?" I mischievously suggested.

"No, we don't want to do that," Sam suggested, "do we?"

"It might be fun, I guess," said Noah.

"Yes, don't be boring Sam," commented Lars.

This convinced Sam and we all tiptoed into their room.

The boys weren't lying, Will really had brought back a screamer.

"Fuck me fucking harder," we heard, between the many cries of pleasure, screaming, grunting and groaning, "spank my arse," and "keep fucking my cunt."

We were all giggling, apart from Sam.

Then, we were all running back to our room because we thought that Will was coming out to confront us. It was rather silly but we were having fun nonetheless.

"I want you to fill all of my holes," Noah mimicked what he thought he'd heard the girl saying to Will through the bedroom door, as we continued laughing about it.

"That's enough for me tonight then," Sam announced, "shall we go back to bed Charlotte?"

"Yes," I replied, "as long as you spank me hard," again mocking what we were now imagining we'd heard.

Sam rolled his eyes and went back to bed and although I planned to follow him straight away, I stayed up chatting to Lars and Noah, feeling too hyperactive to sleep immediately.

I lost track of time and before I knew it just Lars and I were still awake, Noah having crashed out in the corner.

"Shall we go back and have another little listen?" Lars suggested.

"Okay then," I giggled but quietly this time and we tiptoed back to see what we could hear.

The loud screaming had stopped but we pressed our ears to the door and we could still hear some moaning and the bed was squeaking, although not as rapidly as before.

"At least someone's getting a good seeing to tonight," I said as we moved to sit on the sofa.

"What didn't you get off tonight yourself?"

"I was actually close in the taxi. Someone was being a bit naughty weren't they?"

"Sorry, I just got a bit carried away..."

"Hey, it's not a big deal."

"You won't tell Sam?"

"Not if you won't?"

"Promise."

"The game we played in the club was fun wasn't it?"

"It was for me, I just didn't want it to end that way."

"What if," I leaned in to whisper in his ear, "we started playing it again right now?" My tongue tickling his ear lobe.

"I think I'd really like that," Lars whispered back to me.

"When we were dancing, did you like how my body felt?"

"You have such a nice body."

"Thanks Lars."

"And you do smell so nice."

"I liked the way your hands squeezed my arse, it felt so naughty and knowing you're my boyfriend's friend..."

"We all want you Charlotte."

"The way that you all look at me," giving him my best puppy dog eyes, "makes me feel so sexy."

"That's because you are."

"I like it when you say things like that," I was blurring the lines now between the game and I was genuinely turned on, "its' nice to feel wanted."

"You must feel it all of the time though, you're so pretty and you're fun."

"It's nice to hear it though."

"We like you being around us Charlotte, you make things much more interesting. When we were out earlier, it wouldn't have been like that if you hadn't been with us."

"Did you know I could feel your big dick pressing against me when we were dancing?"

"You were such a such a good dancer."

"I was imagining we were all on our own and what would have happened."

"Hmm," he continued whispering, "I thought you were going to make me explode."

"If I just put my hand on your leg, like this," doing just that, "does that make you hard?"

"Why don't you find out?"

"Would you," pausing to look directly in his eyes again, "like to feel my fingers on that big cock of yours?"

"That sounds nice," he pulled down his shorts to proudly display his rock hard penis to me.

"Ooh," I was still whispering, "you're even bigger than I imagined."

"It'd be really naughty," I continued, my hand on his bare thigh again, "if I touched it, wouldn't it?"

"So naughty."

"Would you like it as much as me if I got to taste that big dick of yours after I'd stroked that long, fat shaft?"

"Yes, if I could taste you as well."

"Are you as good with your tongue as you are with your fingers."

"Better. I've been reading about it."

"It's even better in real life though Lars."

"We'd better find out then."

"I thought the game was," my hand still just on his thigh, "that you turned me down?"

"No," he was still whispering, but his voice cracked a little.

"I thought the game was," placing my hands either side of his erection this time, "that I," blowing air on his exposed bell end, "would make the move," my fingertips now stroking his thigh, "but you'd say no."

He moved his hips so his dick lurched towards my face but I stepped backwards.

"This really is a fun game to play Lars but I should be getting back to my room now."

"Don't go," he pleaded, following me to the corridor just before the door, being led by his erection.

"We should play another game some time," I leaned in for a hug, "maybe tomorrow."

"We could finish what we started earlier," he whispered into my ear having manoeuvred me against the wall, "you did like it?"

I nodded as his fingers grazed my neck, I started to reason with myself as we'd already gone to such a stage, would it really be any worse to let him finish it?

"Let your magical fingers play again," I said as we moved into the bathroom.

He pressed himself up against my back, grabbing at my willing body, pulling my dress towards my midriff exposing my arse as he gave it a playful slap before taking another handful.

Facing me, he kissed my neck as his hand went inside the front of my thong, his erection touching my exposed thigh but I otherwise avoided touching it voluntarily.

I let out a gasp as he picked me up to spin me around to seat me on the counter by the sink.

He knelt between my legs and seemed amazed by the view as he pulled down my underwear. He gently started circling my clit with his fingers, feeling my wetness he inserted another finger.

"Fuck this is good," I cried out.

"You like it?" He said without actually looking up at me.

"I fucking love it Lars."

He kept to task, expertly following my appreciative responses, my breathing and my moans.

I could feel myself edging closer and closer, Lars would have noticed my breathing getting faster, my body tensing up.

"You're really fucking good at this Lars," I exclaimed, "Sam really wanted me to be good to you guys and I'm glad that you're being good to me as well. But we'll just keep this to ourselves, okay Lars?"

He mumbled what I thought was a yes.

I noticed his other hand was pumping his own cock. I loved that I was turning him on so much that he playing with himself. I think that's what pushed me over the edge, seeing him do that to himself.

I let out one big moan and then a series of softer ones. That must have sent Lars over the edge too as he obviously couldn't take any more either as he pumped his own cock just too aggressively one final time.

"Oh shit," he said as he started cumming.

"No, don't worry Lars," I said, "it turns me on to see you make yourself cum."

I got down, readjusted my own clothing and returned to my room. Snuggling next to Sam, I told him, "I'm just so glad that you're happy with how well I'm getting on with your friends on this holiday."

He mumbled something back to me I could hardly hear.