Carla engages in some somnophilia while Alice watches and Betty sleeps

At some point they drifted off to sleep. The adrenaline of the evening faded into a heavy, humid quiet.

Zed was warm. Buried under a tangle of limbs and sheets. Betty was curled against his left side, breathing soft and steady, her hand resting trustingly on his chest. Carla was a dead weight across his legs, sleeping the deep sleep of the exhausted.

Alice lay on the edge of the mattress, back turned to the pile. She was awake. She was always awake.

The room was pitch black in the middle of the night, when something moved.

A soft touch. A hand searching in the dark.

Carla. She was moving down the bed. Silent. Determined.

She looked up at Zed, sleeping motionlessly. Then she ducked under the sheet.

From the edge of the bed, a rustle. A sharp intake of breath.

Alice.

She rolled over. Propped herself up on an elbow. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes squinted in the dark, focusing on the movement beneath the blanket.

-The hell?

Carla popped her head out. She looked at Alice. Her hair was mussed, her lips swollen.

-I hope you're not angry, she said innocently enough. I never got to try the sausage.

Alice scoffed.

-Fine. Have at it, cow.

She flopped back down. She watched.

Under the cotton sheets, Carla went to work. The movement was enthusiastic. Dedicated. Zed’s legs went prone. He tossed and turned, a low groan escaping his lips, but he didn't wake. Carla held on.

Alice was staring at the sheet, listening to the wet, obscene sounds of Carla’s mouth.

Look at that, she thought. He's not even awake and he's ready to go.

She bit her lip, torn between the urge to kick Carla off the bed and the desperate need to reach out and touch him herself. Her traitorous body responded to the erotic scene. Her nipples hardened against her tank top, her hand hovering near her hip, fingers twitching.

Zed’s breathing hitched. His hips jerked involuntarily.

Alice watched with a dark, predatory gaze. She saw his hands fumble in his sleep, fingers burying themselves in Carla’s hair through the sheet. He was mistaking her for a pillow, or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing.

Asshole, Alice thought, listening to his breathing raggedly increase. Even in his sleep, he's demanding.

Zed’s body seized up. A harsh, broken moan cut through the room. He spilled himself into the dark, into the warmth working him over.

Alice’s eyes went wide. She shifted restlessly, her thighs pressing together. The sight of his unsuspecting release sent a throb of heat straight to her core.

Zed finished. He opened half an eye. The room was dim, swimming in shadows.

Alice was staring at him. Her jaw tight.

-Welcome back to the land of the living, sleeping beauty, Alice growled. Seems you’re having a vivid dream.

-It was a good time, Zed murmured, reaching under the sheets to stroke Carla’s hair.

Alice narrowed her eyes.

-Caressing her hair after using her mouth? Real classy.

-I didn't use anything, Zed protested. She's enjoying herself.

Carla mumbled her agreement from beneath the cotton.

Alice rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest.

-Crawl on your knees, why don't you? Alice growled.

-Any of you can touch me, Zed whispered.

He reached a hand toward Alice.

Alice stared at his hand. Then at the sheet. Then at his face.

She snorted and turned her back to him.

-The hell we can. You just want a harem to worship you while you snore.

-A harem sounds nice.

Alice went quiet. She lay there, tense and awake.

Her hand drifted back to her hip. She rubbed the fabric of her panties.

Carla crawled out from under the sheets. She saw the movement.

She shifted across the mattress.

-May I?

Carla whispered it. She placed her hand over Alice’s.

Alice jolted as if burned. She froze. Then she snapped her head around, glaring down at Carla with wide, furious eyes.

-What the hell do you think you're doing?

She yanked her hand away.

-I didn't ask for your help. Keep your hands to yourself.

Carla shrank back.

-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—

-Just shut up, Alice hissed. Go back to sleep. I don't need your pity.

Carla nodded. Meek. She retreated to the center of the bed. She snuggled close to Zed, burying herself under the sheets.

Alice turned onto her back. She stared at the ceiling. Alone in the crowded bed.