Anne, Kelly and Abby were all sharing a bed, Kelly had insisted on being in the middle 'to stop the hanky panky' she said. The arrangement was awkward, Kelly had fallen asleep on her side, Abby had found the only comfortable position to stop her falling off the side was spooning with Kelly, who cuddled in. Abby in the meantime lost most of the blankets and was forced to spoon the other side of her sister to get enough covers. It didn't help that Abby wore that short nightie again. It was a good job Kelly was there, the thought of that thing riding up and exposing her girlfriends bare bum had tempted her greatly.

Now however, Abby had woken in the early hours of the morning in a quandary, her girlfriend at some point in the night had reached her hand across and it was sitting in a very intimate position. Not that there was anything wrong with that, in fact Abby was keen for it to continue, the issue she had was not knowing which hand was Anne's!

You see there were two hands holding her just now, one was clasped on her hip, the bare skin of her hip, fingers oh so temptingly close. Her nightie had ridden up during the night, or been pushed up, her bare bum was now pressed into Kelly and the hand, whoever it was who owned it, was essentially holding her there.

That was bad enough but the other hand was firmly cupped around her right breast, a thumb resting on what she just knew was a rapidly stiffening nipple.

So, the quandary was, which hand was Kelly's?

She lay in the dark, in the firm knowledge that her girlfriend was touching her, thinking back to the evening, not the party, that had been fun, but brushing their teeth before bed. Kelly had used the bathroom first and Abby had gone through with Anne, they had both brushed their teeth and then Anne had instigated a kiss. Her toes curled just thinking of it. It had been over two weeks since they started dating, they had snuck kisses here and there but this! It had been the first time they kissed somewhere truly private, without the threat of discovery, and what a kiss. Thinking of it now made her wish Kelly was not in the bed, she wanted nothing more than to continue the kiss, make it last all night, perhaps go a little further, if Anne was keen.

She took a guess and gently moved the hand from her breast, Kelly made a slight keening noise in her sleep which made her think she guessed right. Now she was wondering if she should manipulate the other hand, steer it where she wanted it to go as it were. She didn't but only because she still had doubts as to its owner.

She woke again with light streaming in the window to find Anne had left the bed at some point, Kelly however was now cupping her other breast. She firmly moved the hand and Kelly spluttered awake.

"You're a very handsy young lady." Abby berated her, she at least had the decency to blush and look embarrassed. Abby pulled her nightie down and got out of bed, leaving Kelly to lounge.

Kelly watched her leave and thought back to the night, she may have, possibly, potentially, woken up and found herself feeling up her sister's girlfriend, and then not moved her hand. She lay on her back thinking back on this, the feeling of a nipple hardening the soft flesh of her breast under the flimsy cotton.

Her hand strayed under the blankets and she did something else she really shouldn't have in someone else's bed.