A knock at the door in the night

A knock at the door rouses you in the night. “Siri, what time is it?” 3:00 am. Another knock. “Just a second.” You call out as you make your way through the dark. Probably not the smartest move as a sexy young woman alone, but you pull the door open, still wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Why are you asleep?” A fit young man asks. He is dressed in ripped jeans, tank top, light windbreaker, and sandals. He looks like a miniature version of Dwane Johnson, you decide instantly.

“Ya what the hell?” A second, skinnier man adds. He is dressed similarly with only a Seahawks jersey replacing the windbreaker, and his pale white arms are adorned with scores of tattoos.

“What?” You ask and a wave of memories rush through your mind. The Hawaiian is Koa, and the one with the tattoos is Michael. They are your surfing buddies, along with Koa’s sister Kala, a name you now know is the Hawaiian version of Sarah, something she told you the first time she kissed you. “Oh shit I can’t believe I forgot.” You race into motion as they step inside. You search your mind for the information you need to gather your things.

Koa laughs, Michael grumbles. They watch you for a few seconds before Koa says, “We are not going to be late. Michael and I will get your stuff together and load the Wrangler, you just get your ass dressed.” They get to work and you nod in agreement.

You quickly decide on a bright orange bikini, white knit shirt, cargo style mini skirt with two big pockets, sandals, and toss on a tie died hoodie as you rush to the door. Your body seems a bit on auto pilot as you toss things in your purse and you lock the door behind you.

As you exit the building Michael yells, “Let’s go lets go.” You blink, you are pretty sure you know what his cock tastes like. You rush over to the 4 door Jeep and the back door opens as you arrive.

Kala is there to yank you inside and to your pleasant surprise, she greets you with a kiss. “If you are late again I’m going to have to give you a spanking.” She is holding you close, her eyes locked with yours, her long braided hair now seeming to mix with yours. She kisses you again.

“Buckle up bitches, it’s a three hour drive.” Koa yells gleefully and throws the Jeep into gear. He lets the clutch out a bit to quickly on purpose and the two of you are tossed back in your seats. Kala is laughing and the two of you buckle up.