Matt’s troubles brew

Matt’s walk back to his room was slow, almost zombie like.

It had taken longer than ever to become flaccid enough to put his pants back on and there was a very obvious bulge between his legs. He thought he caught several women staring but he was sure it was only the increased confidence thanks to the after-sex glow. He let out a long exhale as the door finally closed and he was alone in the tropical suite.

“Holy shit,” he said aloud.

——

Matt’s long awaited relief was a stark contrast to the mounting tensions at home.

Lucy, having heard nothing from her boyfriend for days, had noticeably clammed up. All her friends noticed and even some of her teachers. Authority figures, including his parents, seemed oddly calm with his absence but Lucy felt every second. Where could he have gone? Why wasn’t he calling or texting? Her anxiety bled into her relationships and schoolwork. She missed him terribly.

Her friends missed him, too, though for different reasons.

Anna couldn’t stop thinking about him, and her thoughts were steamy and it kept her quite worked up. She had been so horny she actually masturbated at school during lunch on more than one occasion. She also wanted to prove to Mackenzie that she had been able to get him between her legs. Mackenzie grew more skeptical every day, and the strangely timed disappearance rubbed her the wrong way. Mackenzie half expected Anna to have a hand in the whole thing.

Melanie needed Matt back. Lucy’s sullen mood only made her paranoid. Did Lucy know what Melanie was up to with Matt? Until Lucy’s mood improved Melanie was stuck on pins and needles. Besides, she couldn’t exactly be with other men after what she’d experienced...

Abigail, meanwhile, was beside herself with worry. Lucy became quite but Abigail’s stress manifested by accentuating all her worst traits. She was more loud and boastful, hoping to refill the confidence she had when Matt was around. She needed her man back. Every day he was away seemed to confirm that he would choose someone else. She sent him dozens of texts a day, all ignored, sending Abigail into a tailspin of anxiety.

Emily, however, became angry. She had just demanded Matt start being more consistent and then he vanished. He was always saying the right things but never living up to his own lofty promises. She knew that if the sex wasn’t so good she would just ghost him. But it was so... so good. She hated herself for sticking around, haphazardly trying to call him at least once a day.

A storm was brewing and Matt was busy basking in the lingering heat of passion for Marsella.

——

Matt tried to check his messages but the sheer number was so overwhelming he just tossed his phone away. He was at a loss for activity now that he had succeeded in his goal. The reality had only just begun to set in, a cool relief slowly crawling through his mind. He thought of home and the numerous women waiting for him. At least he wouldn’t have to disappoint them with a normal penis when he returned.

Thinking of home brought complications. The tangled web of his many partners seemed to constrict around him, even from so far away, warning him of what was to come. Matt had expected to come away with clarity. Time away should have cleared his head, helped him identify the true master of his heart. Instead he was quickly falling for yet another woman and, even worse, solidifying his affections for the women back home. Would they make him choose? Could he make it work with them all?

He knew he couldn’t. Abigail had been making demands for a while already and Emily was pushing for commitment. Lucy thought she had him for good, too. So far the only girl he suspected would be open to sharing was Anna. Maybe Melanie.

Matt shook his head and stepped into the bathroom. He needed a shower. Maybe that would clear his head.

—

It did not.

In fact, he felt a little worse.

Matt let his mind wander in the rising steam of the shower but instead of calm and bliss all he could think about was women. An all encompassing arousal seemed to pound in his chest and tear at his mind. It took significant effort to keep from stroking himself even though in just minutes he was erect and aching for action. He was accustomed to having an eager biology, but today felt different. He couldn’t hold out forever and in a few minutes he was sliding both his hands across his enormous cock. His orgasm was intense and the images of every one of his women seemed to bolt across his brain in that moment, as if one single entity.

The post-nut clarity was brutal. He groaned and dried off, frowning, before diving head first into bed. Why did he feel so guilty today?

At first, Matt thought that the weeks of senseless debauchery were getting to him and the collective mass of shame he’d been ignoring had caught up with him. It wasn’t a bad assumption, but it wasn’t the whole truth. Marsella certainly had a hand in his melancholy. He felt uniquely lonesome without her and the memories of past sexual conquests were of no comfort. Even the recent fling with the petite girl seemed a sour memory. Matt rubbed his eye. What had he gotten himself into?

He rolled over and contemplated taking a walk. Yeah, a walk would do him good. His heart jumped at the possibility of seeing Marsella, though it was a very slim possibility. There was no excitement in meeting someone else. There wasn’t much excitement at all.

A light drizzle had started to fall when Matt strolled outside. The sky was a hazy, smooth gray that obscured the horizon enough that the world seemed to contract to the immediate area of the resort. The hustle and bustle of vacation relaxing hadn’t slowed and the paths were full of people. Matt haphazardly walked without a destination in mind. He ended up at the beach and found himself sitting to watch a game of sand volleyball that had gotten up in the rain.

Matt found himself enraptured in the contest. The distraction was just what he needed. The competitors were young, not much older than he was, or just in such incredible physical shape as to appear young. The mixed-gender contest was fast and intense. The ball zipped over the net and the concussion of bumps and spikes cracked loudly above the rolling waves.

Matt was so focused on the game he didn’t realize someone had sat next to him until their foot poked his own.

“Who? What?” Matt said, startling.

He looked to his right and saw the smiling face of a woman that he hadn’t seen before.

“Took you long enough,” she giggled.

The woman was at least 30, and a very good looking 30. Her auburn brown hair cascaded down bare shoulders and just fell over the tops of prodigious breasts that poured from a fashionable one piece swimsuit. She was slim, from what Matt could see, and quite toned.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” Matt said as he tried to wrest his brain back to the present. “Can I, uh, can I help you?”

The woman laughed, rocking back for a moment with mirth.

“I think I should be asking you,” she said, “you seemed pretty out of it for a moment.”

“I didn’t even notice you sit next to me,” Matt admitted.

“You didn’t hear me introduce myself either. I didn’t know volleyball could be so exciting.”

“You said something?” Matt said incredulously.

The woman giggled. “Yeah. I introduced myself and everything.”

Matt blushed. “Well, you’ll have to try it again because I, uh, had no idea.”

“I’m Valerie,” she said, offering her hand across her body.

“Matt,” he replied, shaking it.

“So, big volleyball fan?” She continued.

“No, not really,” he said, “it was just a nice distraction, I guess.”

“Yeah, they’re all pretty hot,” she commented. Her shoulder bumped against Matt playfully, highlighting her jest.

Matt suppressed a chuckle and shrugged. She was right, after all.

“Which ones are you watching, exactly?” Valerie asked, looking at him expectantly.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean?” Matt asked.

“Well, for example,” she said, running her hand through her hair, “I’m watching the men.”

The lightbulb turned on. “Oh! Right, right, well, I’m watching the women.”

Valerie grinned. “You know, I’d give a lot for a man to stare at me as intently as you were watching the game.”

Matt, to his credit, picked up on the gently flirtatious quality to her voice. He had a choice to make, though for a hot-blooded teenager magically compelled to seek sexual pleasure it wasn’t much of a choice.

“Well, looking at you it’s hard to believe nobody ever has.”

Matt lobbed the compliment softly as if he expected her to shut the door on him after handing him the opportunity on a silver platter. It actually hurt him a little, like at the beginning of his ordeal when he still felty guilty for cheating on Lucy. Two voices competed for his attention; one told him to walk away and focus on what he had while the other encouraged him to indulge in this chance meeting with such a beautiful woman.

Valerie leaned backwards, arms propping her up from behind. Her hands sunk into the damp sand and she flashed a look at Matt through the hair that blew across her face.

“You say that but you didn’t even notice me when I sat next to you,” she said playfully.

“Okay, okay,” Matt said, rubbing his eye, “you have me there.”

A roar interrupted them momentarily. The volleyball game apparently ended, one side gathering to celebrate while the other picked themselves out of the sand after the desperation dives had come up just short.

“Well, that was quite an ending,” Matt commented off handedly.

Valerie stood and Matt turned toward her, the drizzle falling into his eyes. She was taller than he expected but her figure was just as sexy as he thought. His gaze lingered on her hips and the hint of an incredible ass behind.

“Where you off to?” He asked.

“Well, I’m hoping a new friend of mine is in the mood for some dinner.”

It took Matt a moment to figure out what she meant but when he did he scrambled to his feet.

“Oh, uh, that’s cool,” he stammered.

Valerie grinned. “Hope you’re hungry,” she said, turning to leave and beckoning him to join her.

Matt tried to hide his confusion. Valerie was far, far out of his league. He didn’t know her. Why would she approach him and then put up with the rather poor showing of his personality. It had been a while since he’d been so intimidated by a woman and it wasn’t pushing Valerie away. He caught something in her eye, a mischief of some kind, a deviousness he couldn’t quite identify.

“I think I am,” he answered, falling into step with the older woman.