2284

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Have fun

The words shuffled around in my brain as Robert passed the hat to Eric. That and the taste of Mandy's strawberry lip balm. They were the last words Mandy said to me before she and the rest of the women walked out the door to the rooms they had drawn. I sat there with a card in my hand as Eric grabbed one from the hat, then Manny and, finally, Glenn. I took a breath and lifted the card up in my palm, shading it like a poker hand as I peaked underneath my fingers.

2284

It was Madeline and Eric's room but Madeline wouldn't be there. Well, she might be there, I guess, but the odds weren't as high as they would have been if Eric didn't decide to get extra creative.

"One more shot before we depart?" Robert asked. Nobody was turning that down, although some of us were less than thrilled with his choice of fireball. "Ariel loves cinnamon. And one of you lucky men will get to surprise her with that taste on your lips."

Robert. What a gentleman

We each filed, one after the other, giving the person in front of us a minute or two head start. Manny and I were the last ones, watching Robert and Eric nervously fidgeting and shifting in their seats until it was their turns.

"Well this was a pleasant surprise tonight," Manny said. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"This is the last situation I would have expected us to be in based on just about everything that's happened so far this trip."

"Well, let's make the best of it, shall we?" He gestured for me to be the next to go. I grabbed my phone and stood up, gazing around at the empty restaurant, then headed out the door.

By the time I made it out to the pool area, I couldn't see any of the other guys. They must have all made it inside already. Maybe even, well, inside. Room 2284 was a bit of a walk. I couldn't help but notice a couple enjoying the pool together. The woman smiled and waved at me. I tried my best to do the same but I felt as if I was almost floating. Everything was a bit of blur. The lights seemed to have a bit of an extra glare. The soft guitar music playing from the speakers seemed to echo. I tried to control my breathing as I walked up the stairs, then down the length of the second floor walkway.

I was just a few doors down. 2274. 2276. 2278. 2280. 2282. 2284.

I stopped in my tracks. Quickly, I pulled the card from my pocket and looked at the number again.

2284.

I looked at the door, down to the keypad, then took a deep breath. Slowly I pressed the card to the pad.

The red light turned green.

The lock "clicked" open.

I pressed the handle down, took another quick deep breath, and pushed the door in.

"Hey there."

It was Ariel.

Jesus

She looked stunning. She was relaxing in the bed, propped up by what seemed to be six beds' worth of pillows. A Champaign glass dangled from her soft fingertips. A half empty bottle sat on the nightstand next to her.

She was still wearing the dress she was wearing at dinner - a long, flowing green dress that was covered in swirling, sparkling patterns. As if she needed another excuse to be compared to a Disney princess. Her legs were crossed and I couldn't help but notice a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

I smiled as I let the door close behind me. "Hey there."

"Looks like I picked the lucky card." She took a sip of her Champaign then grabbed the bottle, pouring another glass.

"It seems I'm the lucky one here," I said, taking the glass.

"You don't need to say that." She looked down, her face turning red.

"Are you OK?' I asked, feeling a bit concerned that she might be feeling some regret. I didn't mind sitting it out if she didn't want to go through with it but it still would have to be tough for her knowing her husband was most likely in another room not too far from here plowing someone else, someone she would almost certainly see tomorrow.

"Yea, I'm fine," she answered but her response didn't do much to deter my concern.

"Look, it's OK if-"

"No, really," she cut me off. "I fine. I promise. I'm just a bit... nervous, that's all."

"Believe me, I understand," I assured her. I couldn't help but find it a bit funny - charming is probably more the word I'm looking for - that the girl who had so confidently spent every waking hour outside with her top off was now the shy one among the two of us.

"Were you nervous the first time?"

"Yea," I said. "Oh yea, for sure. I mean, we went from having a few drinks with some friends to swinging in, like, the blink of eye. It all happened so fast. And Rene, she was, I just couldn't believe she would even be interested in having sex with me then, next thing I know, we are having sex. It was all really wild."

"What about the second time?"

"Still nervous," I admitted. "But Rene made me feel comfortable. She made me feel... wanted. Not that Mandy doesn't. It's just different, I guess, getting that from someone who you're not expecting to get it from. Even the other night. Dora was practically throwing herself at me and I still felt nervous."

"Are you nervous now?" Ariel looked up at me with her sparkling blue eyes. God, she was cute.

"I was before I opened the door."

"Really?"

"Yea. I'm just not great with new situations and, even though I've done this before, I'm still quite inexperienced."

We both took another sip of Champaign.

"I really was hoping it'd be you who opened that door."

"Really?" I asked. "Out of all the guys there."

"Yea," Ariel replied. "All the girls were."

I laughed. "There's no way that's true."

"It's true."

"It's probably because I'm the most experienced with it all." I chugged down the last two gulps of Champaign, suddenly feeling my own nerves creep back in.

"Not only that." Ariel poured us both another glass. We let the bubbles fizz out.

"Look," I said. "I'd say there's nothing to be afraid of, that you can do whatever you're comfortable with even if that is nothing, but I know those are just words. So really, take your time. We have plenty."

"Thanks. I appreciate that."

"So, you really want to do this?" I asked. Ariel nodded silently. "OK."

I clinked my glass to Ariel's. We both took a big gulp then, before she could even swallow, I kissed her.

"Mmmph," she moaned lightly as her lips parted. The Champaign rushed from her mouth to mine, our tongues swirling in the fizzy drink. "Is that cinnamon?"

Fucking Robert. What a guy.

"Mmmm." Her tongue was everywhere. She licked and sucked at my mouth in one of the sloppiest, most erotic kisses I'd ever been a part of.

Without breaking our kiss, I grabbed her Champaign glass and placed it gently on the nightstand then I rolled on top of her, pinning her under the weight of my body. My lips left hers and went to her ear.

"Ahh..." She moaned as I nibbled her lobe. I planted a few kisses behind her ear down her neckline, stopping at her collarbone. Goosebumps formed on her pale, freckled skin.

My right hand found her breast, perfectly perky through the fancy fabric of her dress. Mandy was right - I am a boob guy. But as much as I love a huge pair of breasts that I can stuff my face into, I enjoy boobs of all shapes and sizes. And Ariel's, while being the smallest of the women in the game, were still pleasantly perfect in their own way.

Her nipples hardened, poking through the material. "Oh God," she groaned as I pinched one between my thumb and forefinger.

Normally, if this were Mandy, we'd rip each other's clothes off and get right to it, but I wanted to take my time with Ariel. I wanted to give her a chance to go at her own pace, to ease herself into the situation. That is until her hand shot to my crotch and began rubbing.

"Fuck," I groaned. My arms gave way a bit, my body pressing into hers. My left hand slid up her dress to find a pleasant surprise - no underwear. Did she go to dinner full commando? Did she take it off when she got to the room? I didn't really care as I grabbed her ass and squeezed.

I had barely noticed she had undone my belt buckle and was quickly unbuttoning my shorts. My hand slipped between her legs, cupping her warm mound, damp fuzz tickling my palm. Ariel unsnapped the button and unzipped the fly and began tugging my shorts and boxers down at the same time.

My cock sprang free and Ariel's hands quickly grabbed it, encircling me at the base and pulling me between her legs.

I thought about asking if she was sure she was ready but found my answer as I looked into her sapphire eyes, full of desire. Her normally dainty fingers gripped at my ass and pulled me in, splitting her folds. We groaned in unison as I slid my full length inside of her. God, she was tight. And wet. And hot.

I pulled out and pushed back in. Again. Then again, thrusting deeper each time. Ariel wrapped her arms around me, grasping at my shirt. Her long legs pulled me into her. I bit softly at her shoulders as I slid the strap of her dress down her arm. Her pale breasts came into view, jiggling perfectly with every thrust.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," I groaned. "You're so tight, oh God."

I felt the heat rising quickly, pressure building from my toes and fingertips and flowing through my legs and body.

"Oh, God," I groaned again, teetering on the edge. I kissed her, each of us moaning in unison as we drove off the cliff. I grabbed Ariel's ass and squeezed. I sucked hard at her neck. Her arms clamped down, her nails digging into me through my Under Armour polo. Her ankles hooked under my ass, pulling me in. I bottomed out, grunting desperately into her mouth as I released.

"Oh, God, I'm- ahh, ahh, AHHH..." I emptied myself into her as her pussy clamped down, spasming wildly, milking me for every last drop. Ariel moaned lightly as her orgasm washed over her.

"Oh, God," I groaned again. It was seemingly all I could say. My cock pulsed one more time, splashing another rope of cum deep inside her.

"Ahhh..." Ariel moaned, finally coming down from her own orgasm. For a moment we both just laid there, panting, my half-hard cock still resting cozily inside her warm, sopping pussy. I looked at her, lost briefly in her eyes as I searched for something to say. As Ariel's expression of pure bliss melted away, it became that of... surprise?

Was she surprised she went through with it? Surprised at how great it was? Probably not. I barely lasted a few minutes. Hell, we hadn't even gotten our clothes off completely.

Then again, that's how she wanted it. She was the one that wasn't wearing panties. She was the one that tugged my pants down and pulled me into her. And she certainly came. There was not faking that one.

Suddenly that look of surprise was replaced by a smirk that grew quickly into a full blown smile. Damn, she has a beautiful smile.

"Thank you."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You don't have to thank me," I told her.

"I know, but it was the first thing that popped into my head to say." I laughed again. "It was just so quiet."

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to make it awkward. You just had a look on your face. I was afraid you'd... I don't know."

Ariel pulled me into her and gently pressed her lips to mine. "I don't regret it. I promise."

I exhaled a sigh of relief then kissed her back.

"You were so fucking sexy," I said. Ariel beamed.

"You were pretty fucking sexy yourself. Although, I think you might technically still be fucking me."

I burst out laughing at the realization that I was still inside her. "Sorry!"

"No, don't worry about it. Stay as long as you like."

"You're just so warm and cozy."

"How romantic. So, what do we do now?" Ariel asked. We both glanced at the clock. It was barely past midnight.

12:09

"We can do whatever you like," I answered. "My vote is to stay here just like this for the next 45 minutes."

"Does it count as Round 2 if you never pull out?" I laughed again, surprised at how comfortable she'd become. Witty, beautiful, sexy. And, my goodness those eyes.

"OK, let's start with this I guess," I said. I finally pulled out of her and slumped down on the bed beside her. Feeling a bit ridiculous wearing a shirt and pants that were pulled down to my knees, I grabbed my shorts and pulled them back up.

"I think I'm going to take a shower," Ariel said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to shower alone. Nothing bad or anything, I just don't like being cramped in the shower."

"Take all the time you need."

I lay in bed, nursing another glass of Champaign as Ariel showered. I couldn't help but let my mind wander to what the rest of the group was up to. Who ended up with who? Were they happy with their draws? Who did Mandy draw? Was she enjoying herself?

I heard the shower turn off then I was snapped back to reality as the bathroom door opened and Ariel stood in the doorway with just a towel wrapped around her upper body. Jeez, even fresh out of a shower, straggly hair and just a towel covering her slender frame, she looked incredible. Her freckles popped and she smiled as she saw me take in her beauty.

"So..." she said, a seductive grin spreading across her rosy lips. "How quickly can you get going again?"

My ears perked up.

"That depends."

Ariel dropped her towel, standing stark naked at the side of the bed.

"I don't think I'll have much of a problem."

"Good," she said, climbing onto the bed. "Then let's get these clothes off."

I pulled my shirt over my head as Ariel once again pulled my shorts and boxers off at the same time. This time, though, she pulled them all the way off, tossing them to the floor and leaving me naked lying on the bed in front of her.

"Looks like you might need a little help," Ariel said, looking at my cock which was just starting to twitch to life.