Seven and Counting

"Huurrrr…" You groan, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You were comfortably half-asleep in your queen-sized, white plush bed, yawning the night time's lingering fingers from your sleepy head. Your head was deeply buried into your pillow, blurry yes staring up at the ceiling as you rubbed your flawless cheeks idly.

Shifting to the side, you noticed your alarm clock - 9:30am. A spike of panic clenches your stomach, but you quickly realise it was Saturday and you'd completed all your homework. Ugh, maths. Honestly, who the hell would need to know kinematics and logarithms?

Fortunately, ideas of school did little to damped your mood. Especially after so much sleep and a full weekend to look forward to! Granted, you'd stayed up till 2:30am jacking off until you couldn't feel your arm anymore, but who cared? That was pretty average by your books, especially since your third puberty.

Speaking of which... it didn't seem like you were the only one awake in bed. You look down the bed to see an all-to-familiar shape tent up the quilt to around...