Thursday Morning

Another morning, another morning wood.

Save it for tomorrow morning. It'll be worth it, I promise.

Chelsea's words were the first thing I thought of as I felt my cock trying to bench press the comforter. I reached out, my arm instinctively wrapping around Chelsea, pulling her warm body closer to me. My hand drifted down her side, over the slight curve of her hip, then settled on her small, firm ass cheek

Wait a minute

I opened my eyes, the morning light filtering through the blinds playing tricks on my eyes.

Or does it?

A cascade of fiery red hair spread across the pillow. In my arms was a long, slender girl with nary a curve to her name. Pale skin reflected the bright orange sunlight and highlighted the array of freckles across her shoulders.

If you couldn't tell already, it was Ariel

She stirred in my arm, a soft hum vibrating in her throat as she pressed back against me. My morning wood, still insistent from the promise Chelsea made last night, nestled firmly between the soft globes of Ariel's ass. She shifted her hips, a slow, deliberate grind that sent a jolt straight through me. She was awake.

"Morning," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. She turned her head, her green eyes, still hazy, meeting mine. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. "Sleep well?"

"I, uhh, yea," I stammer.

"Is that a look of surprise or disappointment?" she asked, furring her eyebrows.

"Definitely surprise," I answer quickly. "I certainly can't say I'm disappointed." I traced my fingertips along Ariel's hip. "So... who's idea was this?"

"Your girlfriend's."

"She seems to be scheming a lot this week."

"She's not the only one," Ariel said. I didn't quite catch on at the time.

"How did I end up so lucky drawing you?"

"We decided the easiest was to go with the one other person we hadn't hooked up with yet."

"So what are the rules this time?" I asked.

"Pretty similar to the other night," Ariel replied. She rolled over to face me. "Whatever you're comfortable with doing with a strange women you wake up next to in bed."

"Well I'm not sure I would call you a strange woman," I said with a grin. "You definitely don't look anything like the girl I usually wake up next to. But far from strange."

I rolled over so I was on top of her, my hard cock dangling between us, bumping into her thighs.

"So, what am I comfortable with doing with a beautiful woman I wake up next to in bed?"

Ariel smiled.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked.

"Sure," I answered, curious as to where she was going with this.

"You were in my gym class in sixth grade. Do you remember?"

"Of course," I replied. "Mr. Rockwell for PE. We played badminton and ultimate frisbee and pickleball and all sorts of weird sports. All the boys just wanted to play basketball or dodgeball. I think we've talked about this before, haven't we?"

"We have. That's not the secret. The secret is that I had such a crush on you from that class. I was so lanky and awkward and terrible at every sport. Most of the boys made fun of me and didn't want me on their team but you were always so nice. I remember one day we were playing dodge ball and you just stood in front of me and blocked everyone so I couldn't get hit. You probably don't even remember because it was so effortless for you. But I remembered. The next year we went to Middle School and you went into all the smart kid classes but in eighth grade we had the same lunch period and you sat at the table next to ours and I used to sit with Becca Franzini and Julie Gobert and just watch you with your friends and daydream about you coming over and asking me out."

"Seriously?" I said. This was all completely new news to me. Ariel nodded.

"Freshman Year we were in Spanish Class together but Senora Humphry sat us by last name so I was all the way on the other side of the class the whole year. I don't think we spoke a word to each other. Then, sophomore year, we had English together. Mrs. Janikowski. And we sat next to each other and we flirted and I thought, oh my God, this might be my chance. That's also the year I met Chelsea. I found out two weeks into school that you two were dating. That's when I knew it was never going to happen. Chelsea was too smart. Too sweet. The same reason I loved her as a friend, any guy with a brain would love her as girlfriend. But I still thought about you. A lot. "

She traced a finger over my chest as she continued. "I learned to do all sorts of things to my body while I thought of you."

Jesus

"In the end, things worked out the way they were supposed to. I met Robert, the love of my life. He is so wonderful. But even when I had made the huge mistake of breaking up with him and when things ended with... the other guy, there was a short period that I wasn't sure if Robert would take me back. And my mind kept going back to you."

My goodness

"Fast forward a bunch of years and Robert and I are in Cancun and we hear this couple talk about swinging and, next thing we know, we are volunteering for a key party and we both end up having sex with someone else that night. My immediate reaction was that it would obviously be a one time thing. What happened in Cancun would stay in Cancun and we would move on. Then I started thinking about our friends. And whether anyone else might do it. Then we talked about it. Who might do it? And, if they would, would we want to do it as well? And would we be OK with doing it again? Robert was fantasizing about Lisa and her big boobs, obviously. And it's hard for me to deny him something I can't provide. And my mind kept going back to you."

She stopped suddenly, leaving me lying on top of her, rock-hard, trying to process everything that she had just told me. I needed some blood to rush back into my brain from some other places if I was going to figure out what to say.

"Ariel, I... I don't really know what to say."

"Just tell me one thing," Ariel said. She grabbed a hold of my erection and rubbing it across the folds of her pussy. Then she placed the head of my cock to her dripping hole. "Can you make my dreams come true this morning?"

My whole world dissolved as I pushed forward, sliding my entire length into her. I felt like I was transported to an alternate dimension. One where Ariel and I were in a Rom Com about two classmates who had distant crushes on each other only to reunite in a vacation they were both invited to through mutual friends.

I gasped, slumping forward a bit onto my elbows, pressing my weight into her body. Her nipples were impossibly hard and dug into my chest. Her legs spread, inviting me in deeper. She was so tight, much tighter than I'd expected if I'm being honest, considering the size of the member she was usually working with. Through gritted teeth, I pulled back, withdrawing until just the tip remained then shoved forward with force. Ariel grunted, her fingers clamping around my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I set a steady rhythm, my hips rising and falling, each thrust burying myself deeper into her. Her pale body was a canvas of light and shadow in the morning sun, freckles scattered across her shoulders like constellations. Her green eyes, now wide and bright with arousal, were locked on mine, a silent encouragement spurring me on.

"Oh, David," she moaned. "Oh, David, yes."

I looked down, watching the way her perky breasts jiggled with every thrust. I dipped my head, capturing a small, pink nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.

"OH!" she yelped, her back arching off the mattress, pushing more of herself against me. My left hand slid down her hips, over her ass, and along her thigh. My right hand pressed into the mattress, arching my back, changing the angle of my thrusts. Then-

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck me, Liam!

It was Lisa. Her cries halted me in my place. Ariel and I looked over to the door, closed, then back to each other. Ariel pushed my chest, directing me up. Reluctantly, I rose to my knees, withdrawing from her so she could roll over and get on her hands and knees. Her slender back arched, her tight ass lightly freckled stuck high in the air. The swollen pink lips, dripping with desire, peaked out from between her thighs.

I got the picture. I knelt behind her, running my hands over the curve of her lower back before gripping her hips and sliding back inside. The angle was different, deeper, and I watched in awe as she took my full length with a guttural moan.

"Oh God, yes," she cried out, her head dropping between her shoulders. Her red hair hung down, brushing against the sheets as I began to piston into her, the sound of my body meeting hers growing louder, echoing the sounds still coming from behind the bathroom door.

Ariel grabbed the headboard with her right hand, stabilizing her and allowing her to arch her back even more. I reached around, pressing two fingers into her clit. She jumped at the contact, her body tensing, a whimper escaping her lips as she pushed back against me, grinding into my fingers.

""Yes, yes, yes," she started whimpering in a loud whispered tone. The tone grew in pitch the more her body writhed against me. I grabbed her shoulders and began pulling her back into me, slamming into her with full force. Her hair whipped around, the peaking, concentrated sunlight reflecting off of it, seemingly setting it ablaze.

"YES! YES! YES!" she chanted. "Oh David! Oh David I'm cumming I'm cummingggg!"

I didn't slow, plowing her through her orgasm until she collapsed forward onto her stomach. My cock slipped out, flopping against my my thigh. I took a second to catch my breath while I watched her shudder through the aftershocks.

"OK," Ariel said, her head turning to the side. "Roll over."

I followed her instructions, rolling over onto my back. Ariel turned to face me, her green eyes locked on my throbbing cock. She straddled me, grabbing my shaft and guiding it back to her entrance. She lowered herself, a long, slow moan escaping her lips as she sank down. The sight of my cock disappearing into her was almost enough to send me over the edge.

"I want to watch you cum," she said, her hands resting on my chest. She began to rock back and forth, her tight walls gripping me with every movement. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

Her breasts bounced in rhythm with her movements, her nipples hard points begging for attention. I reached up, cupping them in my hands, my thumbs brushing against her sensitive peaks.

"You feel so good," I groaned.

"You too," she said, her pace quickening. "Even better than I ever imagined." She leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine. Our tongues danced, a messy, desperate tangle as her hips began to buck.

"I'm close," I panted against her mouth.

"Me too," she whispered back.

Her movements became more erratic, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her walls began to flutter around me as her moans once again grew in pitch.

"Cum with me," she moaned. "Cum with me, David." Her back arched, her head thrown back in a silent scream as her orgasm washed over her. The sight was all it took for me to let go. I clamped down on her thighs and shoved up, burying myself as deep as I could. My cock pulsed as I flooded her quaking vagina.

She collapsed onto my chest, her body limp and satisfied. We lay there for a long while, our bodies entangled, our hearts pounding in unison. The morning sun continued to filter through the blinds, painting stripes across the bed.

"I can't believe that just happened," she finally said, her voice a soft whisper against my skin.

"Me neither," I replied. "But I'm glad it did."

"Me too." She propped herself up on her elbows, her red hair a tangled mess. "I've thought about that moment so many times."

"So..."

Ariel nodded. "Yea. It exceeded expectations. I don't think my fifteen year old mind could have comprehended what we just did."

We both laughed. Next door, Lisa and Liam's ecstatic, orgasmic cries could be heard loud and clear as they hit their climaxes.

"Seems like everyone is having a good time," Ariel said. "Could you guys hear Lauren and Liam this whole time?"

I smiled and nodded my head. "We could do a lot more than hear them sometimes." Ariel gave me an inquisitive look. "I'll tell you all about it later."

"Good idea," Ariel said. "I'm starving." She rolled out of bed, sitting on the side as she grabbed her clothes.

"Can I borrow a pair of shorts?" Ariel asked.

"Of course." I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt then grabbed a pair of shorts for Ariel. I turned to hand them to her and was struck by her simple beauty, stunning and sexy in a sports bra and a thong. Her long legs seemingly flowed into her slender torso, creating an S-curve that I just wanted to get lost in.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"Sorry," I apologized, handing her the shorts. "You're just... really sexy, that's all."

"Don't be silly," Ariel protested as she pulled my shorts up her long legs. "There's three knockouts here. And me."

"You're crazy if you don't think you're just as hot."

"Oh, give me a break. I appreciate you being so nice. But let's be honest here. Lisa is, like, an eleven out of ten. Chelsea is so fit and athletic and so pretty. And Lauren was already hot, even before the boob job."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I can see that. But I can also see what I'm looking at right now. And I'm having a hard time finding any flaws."

Ariel stood up, pulling the shorts the rest of the way up. She walked over to me, pressing her slender body against mine. "Thank you for saying that," she said. "And thank you for making my dreams come true."

I leaned down and we kissed. It was brief but sweet. "I guess now we're even. For the sixth grade dodgeball game," I said with a smile.

"Come on," she said, breaking away. "Let's go see what's for breakfast." I held her for one more moment, losing myself in her eyes and the feeling of my hands on her slim waist, then we opened the door and headed out into the house.