I stared at the dark wall of Sweetie's room and tried my hardest to fall asleep.
My nerves were buzzing from before. Everything that had happened was still sinking in, starting with the salt lick and ending with the feel of Sweetie all squished up against me while we made out. How long had I been wanting to do that? How long had I been wanting to taste her lips, or to feel that brush of Sweetie's tongue just barely trying to get into my mouth? Well, I hadn't really seen that last bit coming. It was almost like Sweetie wanted it as much as I did.
I couldn't believe I'd gotten to cop a feel of Apple Bloom's rump, too. Sure, AB hadn't been as into it as Sweetie (that spot she pinched still hurt if I poked it), but she was a Crusader through and through. She hadn't fooled around with a mare so how could she be sure she wouldn't like it, right? There had only been one way to find out. And, wow, watching those two make out might have been the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life, hotter than Sweetie on the beach in a bikini, even. Of course, then she'd freaked out on us. That wasn't so cool.
Somepony shaking my shoulder jolted me out of my new memories. I rolled over and squinted into the darkness to see which of my friends had decided to bother me. If I really strained, I could just make out the horn poking out above the shadowy head hanging over me.
“Sweetie?” I whispered. “What's up?”
Sweetie just knelt there, leaning over me. After a few seconds it felt a little bit creepy so I started to whisper again. Just when I opened my mouth, Sweetie leaned down low and pressed her lips to mine. Well, almost. She was just as blind in the dark as me so she only caught the corner of my mouth on her first attempt. She fixed that on her second try.
It took me a few seconds to catch up to what was happening. Just as Sweetie pulled away, probably thinking I was turning her down, I leaned into it, kissing back for all I was worth. Somepony whimpered. Sweetie swung her leg up and over top of the sleeping bag to straddle me, kissing me over and over again. We barely even finished each kiss before going right into next one. I pulled my arms free from the bag and threw them around her. She sank lower, the feeling of her heavy bust pressing down on me set off another desperate sound from somepony. I pushed further into the kiss. I wanted in. I swiped my tongue across Sweetie's lips practically begging her to let me in. This time it was definitely Sweetie who made a funny noise and then…
Sweetie let me in. Pulled me in, sucking on my tongue like it was a candy cane. Somewhere in the back of my head, I was laughing. Neither of us had a CLUE what we were doing. Someday, I was gonna look back on this frantic midnight makeout and say, “Wow, we sucked at kissing back then”. For the moment, it was the best thing I'd ever done. Well, at least it was right up until I topped it by sliding my left hand down and--
“Mph! Scootaloo!” Sweetie's voice was a quiet hiss, but I could hear the blush in it. The kiss broken, I smiled evilly up at her even though she probably couldn't see it. I gave Sweetie's rump another slow, steady squeeze. The hot air of Sweetie's breath tickled my face real nice.
“What?” I whispered back. “You want me to,” I squeezed again, “stop?”
Sweetie shivered with each squeeze. I shifted my hand around, massaging Sweetie's fantastic rump firmly but hopefully not too hard. Her underwear was as silky as her nightie and didn't leave a lot to my imagination while I was feeling around. Sweetie pretty much never wears pants so I don't get to check out her rump often but it's awesome. Not as big as AB's but, hey, whose is? She's still got a perfect curvy fullness that just begged to be squeezed. My other hand sneaked its way just under the bottom of her nightie to rub the soft skin of her upper thigh just above her mark. Oh, Celestia, did it feel good.
“Just say the word,” I whispered. Sweetie didn't say a word, any word. She just breathed and trembled. Mostly her hips, which had started rocking time with my grasping around. “Well? You wanna-mph! Mmm~”
This time is was Sweetie's tongue that went into my mouth. Sweetie pushed in hard and fast, practically lashing her tongue against mine. It was like we were in a wresting match fought entirely with hips, mouths, and boobs, and I was seriously outmatched in at least two of those areas. By the time we came up for air I was panting and hot in the face.
“Whoa.”
Sweetie giggled. “Sorry.”
“Sorry? That was awe--!”
A faint rustle caught my ear. Sweetie started to whisper something that I cut off by yanking my hand back out from under the nightie and clapping it over her mouth.
“Did one of y'all say sumthin'?”
When I felt Sweetie go stiff on top of me, I realized that she'd forgotten, too. All that whispering, lip smacking, and wiggling around wasn't going to go unheard forever, and Apple Bloom wouldn't have asked if she wasn't pretty sure she'd heard us. Pretending to be asleep wasn't gonna cut it.
“Just talking to myself,” I answered a little shakily. “Thinking out loud.”
Silence. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to break through my ribs.
“Everythin' alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah, just kinda wound up, you know? Hey, you think maybe another turn on that salt lick would mellow me out?”
Apple Bloom snorted. “Reckon you've had enough. You 'n Sweetie both.” Sweetie pressed herself down harder against me like she was trying to hide. “G'night, Scoots.”
“Night, Bloom.”
Silence fell again except for the sound of Sweetie's unsteady breathing so close to my face. We lay together for a long time waiting for some kind of clear signal that Apple Bloom was down for the count. It was just our luck that she didn't snore.
After a while, I pushed on the side of Sweetie's right hip, urging her to get off me. She slowly, scared or reluctant I had no idea, lifted herself up and over onto carpet next to me on her knees. Both of us were practically holding our breath, just waiting for Apple Bloom to throw on the lights and shout “gotcha!” at the top of her lungs.
The room stayed dark. I bit my lip, wanting to say something but too afraid to risk it. Instead, I reached out and found Sweetie's shoulder so I could give what I hoped was a comforting squeeze. I flinched a little when Sweetie's hand closed over mine, but only for a moment. I felt Sweetie's fingers lacing together with mine, squeezing gently, almost like she was scared to be doing it. Which, thinking about it, she probably was. Then she let go and slipped away. The faint creak of her bed and rustle of sheets were the last things I heard before there was nothing but three mares breathing.
I rolled back onto my side to free my wings (Sweetie Belle pinned them in a very uncomfortable position when she got on me like that) and went back to staring at the wall. Everything we'd gotten up to felt a lot less fun now. The sick, twisted feeling that'd took hold of my stomach the moment Apple Bloom spoke up only got worse and worse with every passing second. I'd done enough stupid things in my life to know guilt when I felt it and this was some major guilt. I'd been so caught up in my stupid games, so caught up in how good it felt messing around with Sweetie, that for just a moment there…
I turned onto my stomach and drove my face onto my pillow.
How did I forget Apple Bloom?