Sunday Morning

I woke up early thirsty. And horny. I reached blindly at the nightstand for my phone then turned it off in disgust when I read the time.

7:21

I rolled over to find Chelsea lying on her side, facing away from me. My morning wood brushed against her naked ass. I tried my best to settle in and fall back asleep but my dry mouth kept me from getting comfortable enough to doze off.

Fuck, I thought as I pulled myself out of bed. I pulled on a pair of shorts and tried my best to silently slip out the door. The house was dead silent as I made my way up the stairs to the third floor. When I got to the top of the steps, I turned to the right to find someone in the kitchen.

It was Lisa. She was facing away from me, standing up on her tip-toes, reaching for something on a shelf that seemed just out of reach. She was wearing a low-cut t-shirt, so low cut that most of her back was visible along with her entire lower body. Two perfect, round, tan butt cheeks stared me directly in the face, flexed with Lisa's efforts. A frilly bit of black fabric covered about one third of each cheek, stretched around the fullness of her ass as Lisa reached upward.

"Need a hand?" I asked, my voice horse and raspy. Lisa jumped, startled, then spun around.

Jesus, I thought as her breasts swung and bounced, clearly unsupported under her shirt. If I couldn't tell they were unsupported from the movement, I could tell by the fact that Lisa's shirt was cut so short (seemingly by hand) that the bottom of her breasts hung below the hemline.

"You scared the shit out of me!" Lisa cried, holding her hand to her chest. She leaned over, her breasts jiggling with each movement.

"Sorry, I figured you'd hear me coming up the steps. They're so creaky."

"Looks like you might be the one who needs a hand," Lisa said, her eyes dropping downward. It was then that I realized that my morning wood had not subsided (or maybe it came back to life after seeing Lisa) and was very visible through my shorts. I laughed nervously.

"It's, uhh, the pattern of the pants, actually," I said, trying to do my best Ron Burgundy impression. Lisa laughed and shook her head. "Anyway, uhh, what were you trying to get?"

Lisa turned and pointed to the top shelf where a large salad bowl resided. I took a few steps forward toward the kitchen then-

"There you are!" It was Chelsea behind us at the top of the steps. She took a look at me then Lisa. "Jesus," she gasped at the site of Lisa's wardrobe. "Don't mind us, Lees."

Chelsea continued into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. "And you, put your boner away. God, you guys are all such pervs. It's just boners everywhere around here."

"I don't mind," Lisa said with a giggle. She gave my shorts another glance as I reached up to grab her bowl.

Lisa got right to work putting together the ingredients for pancakes. Normally, I would have offered to help but I was perfectly content watching Lisa's breasts bounce around under her shirt as she whisked together the mix. Slowly but surely, everyone emerged from their rooms. Except for Lauren and Liam.

"Go let them know that the pancakes are ready and they need to get their lazy asses up here to drink mimosas with me," Lisa instructed. Ariel headed downstairs then quickly came back up.

"They're, uhhh, busy," Ariel said in a tone with which we all knew what she meant.

"Did you walk in on them?" Robert asked.

"No, but I could hear them through the door."

"Jeez, those two are especially horny," Chelsea commented.

"Would you expect anything else from Lauren?" Lisa asked. We all laughed and shook our heads in agreement. We ate in relative silence as we tried our best to use the food and boozy breakfast drinks to relieve ourselves of our obvious hangovers.

"To the beach," we all agreed once the last stack of pancakes was polished off. Then we headed back to our rooms to change.