Smell of Fresh Schemes

(Cotton’s PoV)

This morning is full of new things. It’s new to be knocked out like that after sex. It’s new to sleep this deep. It’s new to feel tender like my kitty is being resized.

It’s also new to be woken up by a rocking bed. It’s definitely new to wake up to soft moans. The room's still dark. How early is it? Did Miss Maria wake up on John’s dick?

I slowly open my eyes and see the covers moving slowly back and forth. Miss Maria’s on top working her hips slowly up and down. How is she ready to ride that big, beautiful, black dick again?

Maria’s luscious auburn hair covers both her and John’s faces. I can hear the soft sounds of kissing.

Now I know the difference between John and the other boys I’ve fucked. John is missing the swagger and bravado of a man who's used to attention. It seems that he is beginning to grow out of his loser status. Normally I would say that's impossible, a loser is a loser. He has a loser job and loser girl friend.

Should I pretend I’m still sleep? It would be another first for me. I can't let a loser like him know I'm too sore to handle him again. He should be thanking me for the privilege and making me breakfast, not getting ridden by some nympho gym slut while I contemplate the walk of shame.

A loud moan escapes her before I hear John’s whisper. “Shush. You’ll wake up the princess.” The word ‘princess’ makes me feel warm and gooey. The motion stops for a moment. “Roll over. Now raise your hips. Good girl.” There’s some quiet shuffling next to me as Maria moves from on top to bury her face in a pillow and a hump rises under the covers. John mounts her and the steady motion picks up again.

He doesn't fuck like a loser, though. It seems like even the two of us are not enough. Maria’s moaning louder now, with the occasional yip escaping her lips. Somehow she keeps her pace the same even as she sounds more excited. I hope the fatty can help out. He’s supposed to be her boyfriend. Does she know about her man’s appetite? Why do I get the feeling that she's a virgin and they haven't gotten this far?

Soft rocking is followed by muffled moans. They’re really doing a bad job of not waking me up. For the second time, I’m watching another woman get taken to heaven. I’ve never had to watch before. It’s different not being the center of attention. My pussy twitches with phantom pleasure each time John shakes the bed with his long, steady strokes. My hands find my nipples and girl button to give me some relief.

I lie there slowly working myself up. This is not a morning quickie, I don’t know if John can cum quickly. Several times the steady motion is interrupted by rapid shaking, Maria’s cumming again. Her screams are muffled by the pillow. He doesn’t beg. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t sit there expecting to be served. He takes control gives and gives and gives until I can’t take any more.

Definitely not how a loser makes me feel. Is this like those new-money startups I've heard about? Can I keep his dick in my life by helping him shed his loser status? Can I control who comes in his life? Maybe use his unknown status to help me with some plans? Daddy's always said you get the biggest loyalty from filling the biggest need. If I turn this frog into a prince, he'll see me as his perfect princess forever. Doesn't hurt that his big, black dick can fill my big needs. I hope John doesn’t mind if I cum by myself.

I hear a long, loud unmuffled moan. The motion next to me pauses. “Good morning, princess.” John smiles over at me from on top of Maria. His smile warms my body even more than the afterglow of that orgasm. Wait, orgasm? Was that moan me? “Give daddy a kiss.” It must’ve been me. I move closer to the joined bodies next to me and meet John’s lips.

Maria turns her head towards me. Her eyes barely focused. “Now we don’t have to hold back.” She uses her strong legs to raise her hips lifting John to proper face-down ass-up position. “Slam me like weights at the gym!”

He responded with an eager grunt and pulled back, almost all the way out of Maria. His long, thick cock contrasting with her fit globes. His hands moved to find a good hold on her MILF hips. He moved his feet to get better leverage and licked his lips. Nothing about his posture said 'loser'. "As you wish." His first thrust slams into Maria, driving the whole mattress to shake violently.

"Yess! Harder!" Maria didn't hold back with that scream. If I wasn’t awake before, I’m awake now. The rapid fire plap-plap-plap-plap is unmistakable. Maria’s controlled moans change to shouting John’s name and erupt into wordless screams. If I got railed like that first thing in the morning, I won’t be able to focus on anything else all day.

Frog to prince is the wrong analogy. I'm going to turn this donkey into a fucking Clydesdale.

The plan doesn't involve fucking him again this morning, so I slip out of bed to take a shower. The clock says 6 am. The sound of the shower isn't enough to cover the noise Maria's making. I know they’re waking the neighbors. They still aren't done when I get done showering. Maria has been howling the entire time. Now she’s on her side with one leg in the air. I pause at the door to watch John piston in and out.

He smiles at me. “Have a good day at school, princess.” He doesn’t even break rhythm. Maria’s in no condition to notice me. Sorry, but the horse is all yours this morning.

"Bye, John." I have cheerleader practice. Then I need to work on Operation Stallion Transformation. He needs some new clothes. I can't be seen with someone who dresses like that.

(Maria's PoV)

Morning sex is life changing. I’ve had boyfriends before, but I’ve never enjoyed sex like this. I’ve never had a boyfriend with a dick the size of a can of Monster energy with the stamina of a teenager before, so maybe that has something to do with it.

Mornings are for power lifting. John worked my pussy so hard, maybe I take it out a bit on by pushing him in the gym. We can both be sore, even if for very different reasons. John has kept his commitment and joined me every morning this week. He's making good progress, each session the weights go up. He's a natural. It's fun to go all out. His determination is sexy, and I get to enjoy the view of his new muscles as he works. Makes the morning go quick.

After the workout, we get to the sauna and rest a bit before the day. Doesn't hurt that he looks good in the sauna. Definitely doesn’t hurt that his muscles feel good in the sauna. I feel my body tingling in the sauna, like today's the day for a workout sandwich, with sex as the bread. I have to resist. It's still too risky to get caught in the sauna. We spend the time cuddling instead. John's opening today, so he doesn't linger. As he leaves, I realize I won't get to touch him again until Sunday.

Doesn't seem fair.

I spend some time composing myself in the sauna before I head back to the locker room. I run into Gwen. She gets the obligatory boobie hug greeting. "Hey Gwennie!"

"Hey Maria. I hear you're getting a twerk class together."

"I am! You should join and learn to shake what your momma gave you." I give her the details of the upcoming class. We continue to chat about our progress and what equipment we think the gym needs.

I leave the gym and head to work. I use my time alone to go and talk to the most fitness oriented staff member at the university. I want to invite her to the twerk class. I cross campus to the athletic offices and find the cheerleading coach, Jenny Winters, arriving for the day.

“Coach Winters!” We haven’t talked much, so I start off formal.

The cheer coach turns around at her name, she looks like an older, trophy wife version of Cotton. What she lacks in youth, she had doctor's fix. Bottle blonde, botox, lip fillers, fake boobs, BBL. You name it, she’s had it done.

“Oh, hello. You’re the librarian…. Mary, right?” She tips her head to the side and I can hear the gears working in her head.

Did I mention she’s a total ditz? “It’s Maria. Maria Finocci.”

“Right! Maria! Stop it wit that silly 'Coach Winters' business. Call me Jenny!” She lights up like she remembered our good times together. I’ve never really talked to her. Still, I meet her energy and give her a big hug. “What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to let you know about a special fitness class I’m arranging.”

“I love fitness classes! I have to vary my routine or I get bored.” I would say she bounces energetically, but her plastic parts don't bounce. "Speaking of fitness I don't remember you being in such good shape. You must've found some really good classes. I'd love to join you for one."

She has no idea about Quest Master, and I have no patience to explain how I’ve changed so quickly. I give her the details about the upcoming class. If I keep this up, my training side hustle will pay more than my library job. I love helping the students so much, I can't see leaving the library. It would be nice to not stress about money.

Unsurprisingly, Jenny is quite talkative and opens up about how excited she is about the cheer tryouts coming up. "I'm hoping Maya can lead our team to a win at Nationals this year. It would be a treat for her senior year." My ears perk up at this juicy tidbit.

“What do you think it would take to get the squad in winning shape?”

“Some of these freshman girls are coming in hungry. They want to win." She leans in conspiratorially. "I'm afraid that Maya is starting to believe she peaked in high school and if she’s not careful, she won’t be captain this year.”

“You don’t say.” That’s interesting, this could be an opening for my dear Cotton. “Tell you what. If you can get at least 3 of the hungriest girls on the team to join you for my class. I’ll give you a discount.”

“Oh? What do you have in mind?” Jenny Winters might be ditzy, but she's surprisingly sharp around the things that keep her trophy wife status. I've heard the students talk about what a MILF Jenny is. I'm not sure which of us spends more time in the gym. In a way, she's like an older version of me.

”You have a squad of cheerleaders who need a hungry captain. I happen to know a hungry freshman cheer captain who needs a squad.”

I could see the gears turn as the coach considered who I might be talking about. “Maria, I don’t know what you you know about college cheer. Freshmen usually start in junior varsity for a year. Tryouts are coming up, your 'freshman cheer captain' will have to prove herself, I can’t seem biased.”

“What if your judges all agree she’s good? I'm sure there's spot your team needs... reinforcement.”

Jenny’s eyes sparkled. The coach wanted another national championship, she was as hungry as she wanted the freshmen to be. “If.” She said the word like she’s selling state secrets. “If, the freshman is that good. It is not unprecedented for her to make varsity. Especially if she can tumble and work a crowd.”

“And?” I prompted about captain.

“And, if.” Again a full conspiracy in one word. “If she displays the leadership, has some good formations, she might make captain by competition season in spring.”

“Sounds like it’s up to her.” I wave goodbye to Jenny. “See you at the gym.”

“See you at the gym!”

I don't know much about cheer, but I'm sure if I tell Cotton what the coach told me, she can use it to get an edge. I send her a text. [A little birdie told me a freshman who can tumble and work the crowd could make varsity this year.]

[Bet.] The response is immediate, but I don't know what it means. I think it's a confirmation. Walking to the library I take the chance to check my phone and find a new quest.

The Quest Master sent you an advanced quest:

• Reserve the location for the Fall Costume Ball
• Prepare the invitations for students’ families
• Organize volunteers
• Optional - Organize a best costume contest.
• Optional - Have categories in the contest for best individual costume and best couples costume.

Reward: Receive promotion to head librarian

I could use a promotion. Thanks, hon.