A question of sleep

Sam put on Holly's purple satin pajamas and crawled into bed but after an hour realized that her mind was not letting her body relax.
Eventually she decided to watch some television to take her mind off of things long enough to sleep.
Sam flipped through the channels for a while settling on one of his personal vices, the soft porn of Cinemax. Often when he had been insomniac he would watch these shows and masturbate. It was so normal a thing for him it had become unconcious habit.
As he became aroused her nipples became erect and began rubbing gently on the satin. She sighed gently. Her hand moved to her crotch looking for her penis. Not finding it he pressed the hand sideways in her crotch and pressed her thighs together. Holly's mouth watered and her sighs of frustration cooled the saliva in her mouth. Her thighs pressed harder together pushing her her inwards and stimulating her clitoris gently. Her free hand moved up to wrap around her and help her get a grip on herself, in moments however it had found itself tightly squeezing her right breast. Without thinking the hand cupped around the breast and began kneading. She bit her bottom lip gently.
Sam's mind resurfaced and he forced himself to stop.
Her body was riddled with frustration.
He was so tired in a body wound so tight.
She rolled over and closed her eyes pressing her face into the pillow. Sam was trying to force himself into sleep but the body was crying for release.
"Do girl's get the equivalent of blue balls?" he thought dreading the idea of school with that additional frustration. Tired frustration won over and he rolled back onto her back.
"If I have to I have to." He thought treating her body as an entity that had won this concession if it could lead to some peaceful sleep.
He turned the television back on but the soft porn was over. He began searching channels frustrated.