It started with sharing a bed and somehow got much harder to explain.
It was supposed to be a college team-building activity.
That’s it.
Bond with the group. Save some money. Survive one night in the same room.
Apparently, even that was asking too much.
The organizers had everyone sleep together in one room because it was cheaper and, supposedly, a good way to bring everyone closer.
Well.
They definitely got the “closer” part right.
Her ex was one of the officers running the activity. When everyone started deciding where to sleep, he casually pulled her into one of the beds with him.
Nobody seemed to notice.
And instead of pointing out that sharing a bed with an ex during a college trip was probably already a questionable decision…
she agreed.
Because apparently common sense had also gone to sleep.
They waited.
And waited.
Eventually, the room went quiet.
Everyone seemed to be asleep.
That was when the kissing started.
Slowly, things became less innocent.
Under the blankets, where nobody could supposedly see anything, he started undoing her bra strap and moved on to started teasing her under the blankets.
She bit the end of a pillow to stop herself from making any sound.
Which, just to be clear, should probably have been the moment they realized:
Maybe this was a terrible idea.
Nope.
She was already completely worked up, and apparently that was enough encouragement for both of them to keep going.
So they ended up doing exactly what they both knew they shouldn’t, carefully and quietly, lying in a spooning position while an entire room full of their college friends slept around them.
Again.
Entire room.
Other people.
A few feet away.
Perfect place for privacy.
Then, just as he was seconds away from finishing—
someone suddenly shouted,
“Uy!”
They stopped instantly.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed normally.
For a few horrifying seconds, they probably thought they had just been caught.
But nothing happened.
The room went quiet again.
So they stayed there, trying very hard to pretend that absolutely nothing suspicious had just happened.
Then came the next morning.
One of their orgmates casually mentioned that he sometimes talked—and even walked—while he was asleep.
So that random “Uy!” from the night before?
He might not have seen anything at all.
He may have simply been asleep.
Which somehow made the whole thing both better…
and much, much worse.
Because apparently the only thing standing between them and getting caught that night was a sleepwalking college orgmate with impeccable dramatic timing.