Yes. Olivia wears a Spongebob tank top to bed. It's cute. And yes, Amber has a Punisher shirt. It makes her edgy and cool, like smoking.

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In the murmuring snores after a horror movie filled night, I gingerly lift my head from my semi-cozy spot on the floor. Kat's sleeping face greets me first, a faint grin—she scored the bed while Amber and I ended up on the floor. Amber didn't seem too thrilled about surrendering her bed for the night, but it was only fair since we drew straws. I tried telling everyone that we could easily share, but the notion of sharing a bed was dismissed as 'mad gay' by the present company.

A seasoned ninja, I carefully crawl toward the other side of Amber's bed to check on her next. She's sound asleep, excellent! I retrieve my phone, charged and ready for action. Time to enact the plants I spent the last hour and a half fantasizing about while waiting for them to slip into dreamland.

Standing over Kat, I start with the "pressure test." You see, I've earned my stripes as a sleepover prankster, and this step is crucial. Gently, I cup my hands like I'm scooping water and press them against Kat's face. She snores away, completely undisturbed. A flawless outcome. In this game, swiftness is key, and there's no room for hesitation. Climbing onto the bed all slow like is a rookie mistake! It's all about the swift and resolute approach! I swing one leg over the other and straddle Kat's chest, facing away from her. My heart races as I check back on her, making sure she's still down for the count.

Now comes the fun part. I slide back, positioning my butt right over her face, just the right distance away—near enough to not tickle her nose with my pajama pants but close enough that I'm not hovering. Lame to just hover.

"Say cheese!" I whisper as my camera flashes within the dark room, the photo on my phone serving as a memory of Kat's first visit to my pajama bottoms.

The exit strategy is executed as smoothly and silently as the entering, gracefully dismounting Kat, still unaware and continuing to sleep like a baby. There's something cute about the way she looks when she's asleep, a stark contrast to her daytime persona.

Next, Amber's turn, lying on the floor right beside the bed. I stare down at her. This was gonna be good. Standing over her chest, I lower my pajama bottoms and position myself directly over her face, her hot breath immediately making me flushed.

Despite having plenty of girls under me over the past few years, this moment feels different, somehow more taboo than the others.

"Fire in the hole!" I whisper, releasing the quietest of surprises into her mouth. A long and steady fart right into her mouth! Amber stirs at the gas leak, just for a brief moment, her lips smack together at my particular flavor and my heart leaps into my chest, going still and awaiting her notice.

Slowly, she returns to her peaceful slumber, giving me the confidence to rise from my crouched position over her face and regain my composure. I'd be lying if I said this entire ordeal hadn't got me more than a little excited.

"Man, it's a good thing you two are such heavy sleepers," I whisper, my voice resonating with a mixture of pride, mischief,... and volume. Before I can fully pat myself on the back, Amber's eyelids flutter open staring directly at me.

"Whoops. Must've said that too loud."

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