THRUST FROM ABOVE

The 6 of us had only just met in the small hostel in Leon, Granada. Thrilled to be in a big city after spending time in smaller towns, I tagged along when someone suggested going clubbing. Our group of 4 guys and 2 girls managed to find a funky club filled with locals, where one of the guys and girls wasted no time in getting together. The rest of us danced, drank, talked, and a second guy, (let’s call him Dirk) soon found a local girl to dance with. They did a little bit more too, as I found out upon returning to the hostel and discovering one new friend sat outside the dorm room as Dirk had brought back the local chica to get more intimate with. We sat outside waiting until they finished and she left so we could go to bed…

Despite their conversation being limited, and possible only thanks to google translate the next night, after we had all gone to bed and were drifting off I felt the bed move as Dirk climbed down. In the darkness, he cracked open the door and there was some muted female giggling before the bed rocked twice as they climbed up. To their credit, they were very quiet, and I wasn’t sure if anyone else noticed. On the other hand, the bed was pretty flimsy, so I could definitely feel every thrust from above in the rocking of the bed. In amusement, I considered rocking with them, in cheekiness I thought about fidgeting lots and disturbing the rhythm. In reality, I did neither, and actually fell asleep to their gentle rocking!