Tuesday Morning

I awoke to the sound of rain pittering against the window and Chelsea's light snoring as she snuggled up tight on my chest. She didn't snore often, usually only after she drank a lot, but I found it cute and comforting. I kissed her forehead and looked up, watching the ceiling fan spin slowly as all the events of last night slowly filed through my brain.

On one hand, I couldn't believe it. Between our public escapades at the bonfires or our more private escapades with Lauren and Liam, everything happened so fast, escalating at light speed over the past three nights. On the other hand, I could definitely believe it. Chelsea was being a bit coy last night, but it wasn't much of a secret that we found the other guys and girls in our group to be incredibly attractive. We might not have admitted we wanted to have sex with them (and that we would actually go through with it if we were both OK with it (or that we were both OK with it)), but it certainly wasn't a surprise. There'd been hints before and those hints became less and less subtle over the past few days. Then, on an inexistent third hand, I couldn't quite believe that the rest of our group seemed to be buying into it as well.

How far were they willing to go?

If you asked me that question before this trip, I certainly wouldn't have said, we all get our rocks off in front of each other around a bonfire. We still had 5 days and 4 nights left on the trip and I had high doubts that the momentum of the last few nights was going to slow down.

"Hey sexy," Chelsea said, her voice croaking and broken.

"Good morning beautiful." I brushed her hair out of her face. Chelsea beamed. She loved when I called her beautiful and she especially loved when I brushed her hair out of her face. She lunged upward, clumsily kissing me before sagging back down onto my chest.

"I'm so tired," she complained. "Somebody wore me out last night."

"My God, you were so sexy," I complimented.

"Do you think we went too far?"

"I doubt it, but I guess we'll see," I replied. "I can't imagine Lauren and Liam being too upset."

"I hope not. I just got so caught up in it all."

"Yea, you did," I chuckled.

"Hey, don't act like you weren't right there with me."

"Oh, I was. I very much was."

"I need a Gatorade," Chelsea groaned. I laughed and told her I'd get one for her. Reluctantly, I slipped out from under her, the warmth of her body replaced by the chill of the conditioned air being blown lightly by the ceiling fan.

"Hurry up," Chelsea said. "I'll be waiting."

I quickly pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and hurried upstairs to the kitchen. Lisa, Chris and Ariel were already up. Chris and Ariel were at the table, eating cereal and drinking coffee while Lisa got another pot going. She was wearing a cute set of pajamas. Pink silk extended down her legs, hugging tight to her curvy hips. A matching button-down blouse hung loosely on her upper body. It wasn't overly revealing but it was tight enough across her full chest to draw my attention.

"Good morning," Lisa greeted, clearly catching me staring. "Can I help you with something?"

"Yea... I just need to grab a Gatorade for Chelsea," I replied.

"We've got cold ones in the fridge" Chris called from the table. "Orange and yellow."

"Perfect." I grabbed an orange bottle from the fridge door shelf.

"This rain is bullshit!" We heard Robert's voice as he made his way up the stairs. "Just when I was starting to get tan."

"Robert, you're already Tan," Lisa joked. "You're the tannest out of all of us."

"Not enough," Robert laughed.

"It was supposed to be our date night, too," Ariel complained. We knew we'd be spending almost every minute together so the girls wanted to have a night that we all went out separately.

"We could still do it," Lisa said. "Maybe it will clear up."

"We'll see," Ariel replied. I headed back downstairs. When I approached my room, I could hear two voices inside. It was Lauren and Chelsea. By the time I opened the door, however, Lauren had gone and the bathroom door was closed.

"Thanks," Chelsea said, extending her hand for her Gatorade. "You're the best."

"No problem. What were you talking to Lauren about?"

"Oh, nothing," Chelsea replied. I gave her a look to let her know I knew she was hiding something. "Just something about date night, that's all."

"Yea, Ariel is pretty bummed it's raining. Did you guys have an idea? Are we moving it to another day or something?"

"You'll see later," Chelsea replied, coyly as I slipped back into bed with her. I rolled on top of her, pressing my body to hers. I looked down, drinking in the sight of her beautiful, naked body.

"For now..." Chelsea reached down and grabbed my cock, pumping it a few times as it grew to full hardness. She rubbed the head across her slit, coating it with her flowing juices then grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. I grunted as I entered her, sliding forward until my balls pressed against her taint.

"Pretend I'm Lisa..."