I can’t go into detail or finger unfounded fools but there are some amongst us who aren’t playing by the rules

“Yes I can help you.” She hadn’t answered the night before, but now she was sitting there with her second breakfast in bed in as many days and she took pity on the younger woman. “Kathy Jo, you’ve never been stupid. Just lazy, manipulative, and lacking in self awareness. If you’d dedicated half the time to school work that you did to avoiding school work you would have left my class with a B without even putting forth any more effort.”

This morning KJ had brought herself some breakfast as well. And taken the elevator rather than risk whatever it was that was lurking in the stairwell. She sipped at her orange juice before acknowledging that the old teacher was right. “I know. I was driven by fun back then. Wherever the next thrill was coming from.”

“Well you’ve already taken the first step. You know that you were self destructive, and that your search for excitement ended up sabotaging your future. So what do you think your next step is?”

She mulled it over for a good bit, chewing on a delicate and exquisitely flavored apple Danish. “I’m already working on the laziness. I kind of had to overcome that over the last few years or I would have been on the streets. I spent yesterday in the gym here working out most of the day; now that I have my body back there’s no way I’m letting it go back to what it was.” She let out an involuntary shudder, thinking of the horrible form that she’d seen daily in the mirror for the last decade. A form that when contrasted with how she looked now gave truth to the old cliché ‘inside every fat old woman is a thin girl. And a lot of chocolate.’ “I’ve seen how my actions affect me. I need to see what they do to other people.”

“And a lightbulb goes off. So how are you going to fix that?”

“I… I don’t know.” Tears started, streaming down her face and diluting her juice.

“It’s really so simple it’s hard. Everyone tries to twist things to their own benefit. It’s in our nature as humans and there’s really nothing wrong with seeking the best outcome for ourselves. The key difference between us and chimpanzees is that we can still get that best outcome while not being willing to employ a scorched earth policy to get it.” Alicia warmed to her topic, while pouring herself another cup of coffee. “Just try being nice. And when all else fails remember that regardless of what Milton wrote it’s not always better to reign in Hell.”

What did I drink last night?

The headache threatened to split Robin’s skull in half. It was like the entire resort staff had taken up residence between their ears, and were working away with pick axes while singing ‘Hi ho! Hi ho, it’s off to work we go!’

They opened bleary eyes and attempted to run through a mental checklist to figure out exactly what had happened.

They remembered clearly that they had once more been seeking some escape from Heidi and their shared room. The girls had been hanging out in the lounge and they had spent some time talking to Darlene, the only other member of the… cast? Harem? The group with any obvious experience in non-traditional sexuality. The trans woman had been a wealth of information, but mostly what Robin had found out was that they had had it particularly easy in comparison. The real bulk of the information had turned out to be about Bob, especially after Kayla had joined them.

While Dar had regaled them with stories about Bob’s high school exploits, Kayla had added that he was very much a nerd, or as she put it, ‘a nerd in a cool guy’s body’. That had been confirmed by the older woman. Which was about the time they’d had their first round of shots.

By that point Morgan had joined them. It was pretty obvious that she’d been intent on grilling them about Bob, asking what he was like. As the night wore on, the **** flowed more freely. Robin was quite comfortably hammered, and when they tried to get up to go to their room and pass out, the lounge spun like a merry-go-round. Morgan had quite helpfully offered her support.

They weren’t quite sure what happened next. They had vague memories of making out with Morgan, and very clear memories of the texture of her surprisingly sodden pussy. There was also the memory of her hand tightening around their Fun Sized friend. Other than that it was kind of a blur.

They realized at about that time that they were lying in one of a pair of queen sized beds playing little spoon to Morgan.

Is this going to become a thing? Am I going to wake up every fucking morning with a woman manhandling me?

It wasn’t exactly unpleasant. While her body shared a plush softness and warmth with Heidi, Morgan’s embrace seemed somehow more… real? Either way they were sure they needed to once more extricate themself from this BizarroWorld version of a coyote ugly morning (coyote ugly: adjective - When the person you wake up cuddling with is so undesirable that you want to chew your arm off to escape.).

Bob was not used to being the little spoon.

They’d fallen asleep cuddled up together but at some point in the middle of the night they’d shifted positions. Not that he was complaining, his head was pillowed by Cassie’s ample breasts (and seriously, a guy could suffocate there) and her soft belly was pressed against his back. He could still taste her on his mustache, and for him there was literally no better feeling than this. Unless you counted fucking Kayla. Or having her call him Daddy. Or seeing Kathy Jo restored to that hard firm body that he hated himself for still wanting after all these years. Or…

Jesus, what is it about this place that’s driving my libido nuts?

Just like he had for Kayla, he made to careful release himself from this soft and wonderful prison, intent on a repeat of breakfast, but as he slowly carefully shifted, Cassie’s grip around him tightened. “Five more minutes.”

Yeah. He could handle five more minutes. He rolled over in her arms and kissed her. Morning breath be damned.

It was a lot longer than five minutes.

(Title: “Drip Fed Fred” by Madness)