Getting Ready

"So what's our plans for today?" Lauren asked. Everyone was sitting around the kitchen table. Some were eating cereal or English muffins. Most were sipping coffee. Everyone seemed to have a noticeable glow about them.

Lisa was wearing one of my t-shirts and basketball shorts. It really wasn't fair how hot she looked in the loose-fitting clothing. Lauren had on one of Robert's tank tops. The large top had a scooping neckline and large arm holes which somehow draped perfectly on her perky breasts and stopped just low enough to show off a ton of thigh and an inch or two past her shrinking tan line on her behind. Chelsea had on one of Liam's sweatshirts. I always loved how she looked in a hooded sweatshirt, bundled up with the hood framing her adorable face. She looked so good I didn't even care that it wasn't my sweatshirt she was wearing. Ariel wore one of Chris' lacrosse jerseys he insisted on wearing to the beach. In his defense, they were a light mesh material that cut off above his abs which he loved to show off (despite them filling out a bit more as of late). Ariel looked effortlessly sexy in it. The material draped over her perky breasts, pointing noticeably around her nipples and just see-through enough to make out the deep pink of her areolas.

"Breweries!" Robert shouted. He'd been the one to champion the idea of brewery hopping on the last day.

"You know what I mean..." Lauren said, looking around the table. She was met with many sheepish looks as we all figured out how to acknowledge the new dynamics of our group.

"It seems like what little rules we had have gone way out the window," I said. Everybody seemed to agree. "Why don't we head out to the breweries and go from there. There's no need to worry about that right now. Let's just have a good time drinking some great beers and eating some great food. We've figured things out so far. I think we can keep figuring it out."

Everybody agreed and we all headed back to our rooms to shower and change.

"I'm calling two Ubers!" Robert shouted. "They'll be here in fifteen minutes. Don't be late. I don't want you losers ruining my Uber rating!"

"You guys can shower first," Lauren said as we made our way downstairs.

"Actually..." Chelsea replied, looking at Liam. "We sort of already showered earlier. I just need to change."

Lauren and I looked at each other.

"Shotgun shower," I shouted. Lauren looked at me, puzzled.

"Really?" She asked.

"Well... I suppose I could make room if you'd like to join." Lauren smiled, appreciatively. She followed me into the bathroom, making sure to close both bathroom doors.

"I guess we'll just... kill some time in here then," Chelsea said, grabbing Liam and pulling him into his and Lauren's bedroom.

By the time I turned the water on and turned around, Lauren was already naked. Her nipples poked out into the open air. I took in the sight of her incredible body as she stepped forward and lifted my shirt over my head. Before I even tossed it to the floor, her hands went to my shorts and pulled them down. My cock twitched at the sight of her tight, athletic body, extending out until the tip grazed her stomach.

"I wish we had a little more time..." Lauren said, seductively.

"Me too," I agreed, my brain struggling to find words in the moment. Lauren grabbed my hardening cock and pulled me into the shower.

"Maybe we can find some time to sneak away later," she suggested. "I feel like I haven't had much... alone time with you."

"I bet we can do that," I agreed with a smile as Lauren's hands rubbed soap all over my body.

"I wish this shower wasn't so fucking tiny," she said as her hands found my hardness. Her fingers grazed my balls as her palm slid up and down my shaft.

"I know what you mean. Maybe we can sneak in the Master shower later."

"Or maybe the shower outside..."

"Fuck," I groaned, my cock pulsing in her soft, soapy hands.

"Sorry. I shouldn't get you all worked up." She let go of me and turned to let the water rinse her off. I couldn't help but admire her backside as the water flushed the patches of suds down her body.

"It's alright," I said, stepping behind her and grabbing her hips. "I'll manage."

We finished up rinsing off quickly and grabbed towels to dry off. When Lauren opened the door to her room, Chelsea and Liam were adjusting their clothes and smirking at each other.

"Remember," Lauren said, turning to me as I opened the door to my room. "I'll find you later."