There was the sound of Josh turning over.

"My eyes are getting used to the dark," Megan said when she looked over towards him again. "I can see you a bit now."

"Really, don't mind me," he said. "Just getting comfortable. We were in practice until it got dark. I'm beat."

Paul started unbuttoning her shirt, and then cupped his hands around her breasts again when her bra was revealed.

"She has really nice breasts," he said. "They fit in my hands perfectly."

"They're not too small?" she said.

"Why would you think that? They're perfect."

He pulled her shirt out of her pants, and she finished taking it off, then unhooked her bra and threw it over onto Josh's bed.

"Hey!" he said.

"You're getting a free show. You can't complain about anything," she said.

"Who's complaining?"

There was a sound of someone breathing in heavily.

"Josh, are you sniffing my bra?" she said, and laughed.

"I could smell your perfume. I just wanted more."

"A little pervy, but I'll allow it," she said.

Paul ripped his top off, and pressed himself against her. He made a low growl in the back of his throat.

"I love the way your boobs squish up against me."

She ran her hands along his back, and then down the bulges of his arms.

"You're really strong," she said. "You're practically buffed."

"You know it," he said, and wrapped his arms tightly around her, lifting her up off the floor.

She shrieked when he whirled her around and set her down on his bed.

She looked up at him in the dark.

"What should I do now?"

"You know what I want you to do."

She started undoing his pants.

"What's she doing?" Josh said.

"Dude, are you going to ask what's going on every five seconds?" Paul said.