Friday Morning

I'll give you one guess as to how I woke up the next morning.

Did you guess hard as a fucking rock?

Well, you guessed right.

I woke to the feeling of the bed rocking back and forth.

"Oh," I croaked as I felt Lisa's ass grinding into my crotch. She was on her side, wrapped up in my arms in a spooning position.

Everything about her was soft. Warm. Gentle. Inviting. Like a giant sexy teddy bear.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" she said, looking over her shoulder but continuing her actions. I responded with a kiss. She melted back into me, our legs intertwining.

My hands moved upward, gravitating toward her breasts. Lisa shuddered as I cupped them in my hands, my thumbs teasing circles around her areolas.

My right hand slid downward, along the endless curve of her hips then grabbed a handful of her ass. I squeezed and groped and pulled then smushed her perfect bubble butt around my shaft. My cock slid wonderfully through her soft cheeks, smearing precum along her crack. I kissed her shoulder then moved up to her neck.

"Oh, David," Lisa cooed as I nibbled at her earlobe. At the same time, I tweaked at her left nipple. Her grinding picked up, becoming more urgent. Her cheeks squeezed and released rhythmically.

Lisa moaned then reached between her legs and grabbed my cock. She pointed the head toward her entrance and arched her back then-

FUCK

My cock slipped inside her. She was dripping wet and I slid into her with ease. Her walls enveloped me, her heat washing over me. We both moaned as I filled her.

I grabbed her hip and thrust forward, burying the rest of my length into her. Lisa gasped, her back arching even more, her ass pressing back against me.

"Jesus," I grunted. I held myself there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around me. Then I started to move. Slowly at first, pulling out until only the head was inside, then pushing back in, a little faster, a little harder with each thrust. Lisa met my rhythm, pushing back against me, taking me deeper with each stroke.

"God, David," she panted. "Oh, yea."

Lisa lifted her leg, hooking her ankle behind my knee, allowing me to go deeper. I took full advantage, my thrusts becoming longer, more powerful. I kissed at her shoulders, sucked at her neck, and flicked my tongue across her earlobe, sending soft jolts through her body. Lisa responded with a series of soft moans and whimpers.

"Oh, my God, David," Lisa moaned. She leaned hard back into me, forcing me onto my back and pulling my cock from her. I grunted in surprise but watched in amazement as she quickly climbed up onto my hips, mounting me, straddling me facing away from me. Her ass was a sight to behold as she lifted up then slid down on my aching cock. My hands instinctively shot out, grabbing two large handfuls of fleshy buttocks as she began to rock her hips back and forth.

"Jesus, Lees," I groaned. Her movements were slow, deliberate, teasing. I watched, mesmerized, as her pussy slid up and down my shaft, glistening in the morning light. She looked back over her shoulder at me, a playful smirk on her face.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Oh, God, yes," I breathed.

Her pace quickened. She reached backward, placing her right hand on my stomach for balance. Her other hand went to her breast, squeezing and kneading. Her movements became more erratic, her breathing more ragged.

"Oh, yea, baby," she moaned. I looked to catch her profile in the wall-hung mirror. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent 'O' of pleasure. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with each movement.

"Fuck, Lees," I grunted. I began bucking up into her. In response, her grinding became a bouncing motion. She lifted up and slammed down onto me again and again. The bed began to creak and squeak in protest.

"Oh, fuck, David!" Lisa's moans grew louder with every downward thrust. The sight of her ass quaking with every motion, the backs of her breasts bouncing, peaking out from her sides as she rode me, was overwhelming. Her hands went to her hair, rummaging through her curls, her head tossed back in pleasure.

I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, squeezing her tits as I guided her forward onto her hands and knees. My hands went to her hips, pulling her back to meet my forward thrusts. I pounded into her with everything I had. The slap of our skin echoed through the room, mixing with her moans and my grunts.

"Oh, fuck, David! Yes! Right there! Oh, God!" Lisa's back arched, her head tilting back.

OH! OH! OH! OH LIAM!

It was Chelsea. Lisa looked back at me and smiled. I reached forward, grabbing her shoulder, pulling her back into me as I went for broke. Lisa's head slumped forward, her dark hair splashing across the comforter as she reached back to grab my thigh, pulling me in.

"Oh, fuck, David, I'm so close! Oh, I'm so close! OH! OH! OH!" Lisa's body tensed, her back arching, her toes curling. Her walls clenched around me, her body convulsing. I kept thrusting, chasing my own release.

OH LIAM! MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM BABY OH YES!

"OH, DAVID! YES! YES! YES!"

"OH, LISA!" I roared as I buried myself deep inside her and exploded. My body went rigid, my cock pulsing as I pumped my cum into her. The world went white. My vision blurred. I collapsed forward, pinning her to the bed, my face buried in her hair.

For a long moment, we lay there, our bodies tangled together, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. My cock slowly softened, slipping from her. I rolled to the side, pulling her with me, spooning her from behind. We lay in a comfortable silence, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of our orgasms.

"That was..." I started, but couldn't find the words.

"Yea," Lisa said, finishing my thought.

The sounds of Chelsea's orgasm continued to echo through the bathroom. We both listened, a strange mix of awkwardness and amusement hanging in the air.

"You are so fucking sexy," I said. I kissed along her shoulder.

"You're pretty fucking sexy yourself, you know?" she said, turning her head to kiss me. "All those thoughts and dreams about what you've been doing to Chelsea, and it turns out the real thing is even better than I imagined."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't process this extraordinarily sexy woman wanting to sleep with me, let alone telling me that I was "even better than she had imagined". I always thought I lucked out with Chelsea. She was always pretty cute but I knew she had a great body before most people and she only got hotter after I began dating her. I always figured she would never have given me the time of day if I had met her in college. She would have had endless guys to chose from that would have taken her interest before me. But here I was with someone who was always the desire of every boy in our high school, every guy in our college and beyond telling me that I was sexy.

"Everything alright?" Lisa said. "It's not..." she glanced over to the bathroom door.

"No," I quickly replied. "No, no. I just... this is all very overwhelming. I mean you're... so..."

"So...?" Lisa asked, a smirk growing on her face.

"So incredibly sexy," I blurted out. "And it's just wild that you find me sexy. And Ariel. And Lauren. I mean, Chris and Robert are obviously very attractive. They always got tons of attention from other girls. And Liam, I mean, everyone seems to be fawning over him and it's not hard to see why. I just always thought of myself as the guy that got a bit lucky and landed a girl that was out of my league."

Lisa laughed. "Well, to be honest, for a long time we thought that you were the lucky guy that landed a girl that was out of your league. But we got older and a bit more mature and realized that Chelsea is as lucky to have you as you are to have her. We see - and hear - what you do for her. You're an amazing guy. In more ways than one. I'm certainly lucky to have experienced this amazing side of you."

"This has been like a week-long dream or fantasy," I said.

"In your fantasy, is Chelsea getting railed by the new guy in the group?"

"Not ideally," I said with a laugh. "If I were in control of the fantasy, she'd be here with us in bed."

"Oh, baby," Lisa replied.

"I'm nothing if not realistic, though," I continued. "And, ultimately, my real life fantasy would involve Chelsea having at least as much fun as I'm having."

"You really are too sweet," Lisa said. She kissed me again.

"Besides," I said through soft pecks. "I don't think a threesome would work numbers-wise. One of the guys would be left out."

"With the way this week has been going, I wouldn't rule anything out," Lisa replied. "Besides, sometimes I think Chris and Robert are just a beer and a nudge away from fucking."

I burst into laughter. "See what I mean? Why don't any of the other guys want to fuck me?" I asked sarcastically.

"Hey, maybe Liam would be down," Lisa replied.

"I don't know if I can handle that guy," I joked back. "I've seen what he's wielding over there."

Lisa started to giggle uncontrollably. "He's certainly wielding something. Like a long sword made of Valyerian Steel."

I stopped laughing immediately. "Wait, are you a Game of Thrones nerd? This whole time?"

"Oh my God," Lisa replied. "You have no idea. I listen to podcasts and everything."

"I never would have guessed that about you."

"Well, I guess sometimes we aren't what we seem on the surface." I laughed and shook my head then glanced over at the clock.

11:21

"We should probably head up," I said, reluctantly. "Everyone is probably waiting for us. They're not going to be happy if they are missing out on drinking time."

It was the last day of our trip and we had a full day planned of brewery hopping.

"Hmmm..." Lisa cooed. She took my right hand in hers and placed it on her thigh. Slowly she guided it up over her ass, around her hips, down the deep valley of her waist then settled on her breast. My cock twitched. "Ok. But promise me we'll sneak off together again before this trip is over."

I smiled. "It's a date."