Morning Wood

Just my fucking luck... It was my senior year of college, and I was with four of my buddies and their girlfriends in Myrtle Beach for Spring Break. I was the only single guy, but I had been told that one unattached girl was also going to be along for the ride. The guys hadn't known who it was, some friend of Bryan's girlfriend, Allison.

I had broken up with my girlfriend about two months before. We hadn't had a lot in common; I mean, I didn't miss talking to her or anything, so I knew that it was the right call, but I was definitely missing the regular sex.

The unnamed woman had ridden up with the group in the other car, so I wasn't sure if I knew her or not. I was glad not to be the only ninth (or tenth) wheel. I secretly hoped that Allison's friend was hot. Maybe we would hit it off.

There was supposed to be a cot for me to sleep on. Unfortunately, the rowdy group who had rented the house right before us seemed to have accidentally cracked the flimsy metal frame, covered the mattress in piss and vomit for good measure, then they put the fucking thing back in the closet to hide the evidence.

I didn't have overly high standards for sleeping arrangements, but even I drew the line at touching that biohazard. When we called the owner to complain, he apologized profusely. Unfortunately, he was out of town and it was a holiday weekend. There wasn't really anything that the guy could do, but he was nice enough to knock $300 off the bill.

Right after I realized that I was going to have to share the pull-out couch with the unidentified woman, we heard the other car arrive. Marc, Bryan, and their girlfriends, Serena and Allison, walked in first. When I saw who was bringing up the rear, my cautious enthusiasm immediately died, and I internally groaned. It was my arch-nemesis, Emma.

She and I were in the same degree program. Emma was one of the few women majoring in economics at our small, private college. We'd had almost all of the same classes for the last four years, which gave us plenty of time to get under each other's skin.

Emma came from money. I'd heard rumors around campus that she actually owned a horse. I, on the other hand, had a merit scholarship, a part-time job, and hefty, stressful student loans. My family barely had a pot to piss in. I was the first of the Todds to be admitted to any institution of higher learning, let alone actually get close to graduating.

In high school, I had always been at the top of the class, but once I was in college, Emma was always the first to raise her hand, presenting an "interesting" angle to the professors, some framing device or "fresh take" that these decorated academics had supposedly never considered before. Emma was brilliant, and she knew it. Personally, I thought she was entitled, out-of-touch, and a kiss-ass who habitually fucked up the curve. Maybe I just resented that she was smarter than me.

I'd love to tell you that I had no idea why Emma disliked me, but that would be a lie. I baited her every chance I got. I talked shit about her where she could hear me, on purpose. I called her by the wrong name, to give the impression that she was forgettable. I sat behind her in class and kicked her chair over and over, then feigned innocence when she glared back at me. What can I say? I was immature and jealous of how easily she moved through life.

It also didn't help that even though I couldn't stand Emma's smug, high maintenance personality, little Shaun really enjoyed it whenever she bent over. Every time her ass or tits were on display, my cock never failed to do a modified wave.

There were four other rooms, but those beds had been claimed by my coupled-up friends. They wanted their privacy. So, not wanting to press the point or seem like a dick, I ended up exactly where I didn't want to be, sharing the shitty fold-out couch with Emma. I suppose it could have been worse; I could have been relegated to the tile floor.

Neither of us were thrilled about our circumstances. However, I, at least, kept my displeasure largely to myself. Emma immediately turned up her nose in a practiced snit.

"I better not fucking feel your pathetic little boner poking me in the middle of the night, Shaun!"

Everyone laughed. I rolled my eyes, pretending that she was being ridiculous, but I was actually a little worried. Most of my body is pretty average. I'm about 5'11, with a stocky, solid build. I have wide shoulders, a flat stomach and a low center of gravity. However, my cock isn't built entirely along the same lines. I have a solid nine inches below the belt, even when I am flaccid, and my penis has as much girth as my broad body suggests.

Emma wasn't classically beautiful, but she had big tits with prominent nipples. She usually went bra-less. Sometimes, when I zoned out watching her, I wondered what color her aureoles were, what size coin they resembled.

I had always had a thing for curvy blondes, and Emma was short, with natural cornsilk-colored waves. The top of her head just reached my chest. Her face was kind of pageant plain, but her features were pleasantly in proportion. Emma just looked... clean, kind of scrubbed. Her whole aesthetic made me want to dirty her pristine facade. Something about her just made me want to cum on her face.

That night was largely uneventful. It was the usual college stuff. The guys and I manned the grill as a group. We shot the shit, drinking cheap Genesee beach beer. The food wasn't anything fancy, just burgers and hot dogs that we all ate standing up in the salty air. We played flip cup and beer pong. The girls took shots, giggling and dancing together to old Spice Girls songs, rap, and pop country.

The more we drank, the more Emma sneered at me. My mere presence seemed to piss her off, but I didn't antagonize her. I was too aware that we were going to be spending an entire week together. I didn't want to make things awkward for everyone else, and I really didn't want to get kicked out of our shared sleeping space. Sometimes gender-based double standards and the cultural mores associated with chivalry fucking suck.

When we were all buzzed (or in Hannah's case, white girl wasted) the couples paired off and went back to their rooms. Eventually, Emma and I were the last ones standing. I felt awkward, standing there, both looking at what would be our bed. Having nothing else to do, I grabbed my dopp kit and went to the bathroom. I got ready for bed; took a pissed, washed my face, and pulled on some loose sweat shorts and a t-shirt with the arms cut off.

My ablutions finished, I relinquished the bathroom to Emma and got situated on the pull out. The mattress was inadequate. I could feel the springs shifting under my spine. When she paraded out of the bathroom in thin little shorts and a low-cut white (practically see-through) tank top, I quickly realized that my concerns had been entirely justified.

I turned away from her, lying on my side so that she couldn't see the sudden perturbance tenting the sheet.

We started the night with a half-hearted pillow wall constructed between us, but about fifteen minutes in, we separately realized that we each needed the thin support behind our heads to be comfortable.

Almost all night, I could hear at least one of the four couples getting it on; sometimes it was all of them in stereo. It got to the point that I could easily tell who was fucking and getting fucked by the noises coming through the thin walls. I wish that I could say that I felt awkward, or that I tried not to listen, but the whole thing actually just turned me on.

Seth gave this deep, guttural groan with every thrust. His girlfriend, Hannah, sounded like a broken, repetitive car alarm from the '90s.

Tyler kept knocking the headboard aggressively against the wall as he fucked Lisette; the tempo noticeably sped up as he got closer to his orgasm.

Bryan was entirely silent, but Allison was a screamer. She sounded like a porn actress. I idly wondered if her orgasms were faked, but it didn't really matter. The noises were doing it for me anyway.

The most torturous was the very detailed, step-by-step narration associated with Marc screwing Serena. Apparently, they liked to talk dirty to each other.

I was jealous and pent up as hell. Each time I heard any of them start up again, I popped an irrepressible boner. I couldn't fall deeply asleep, because even my subconscious was aware that I if accidentally rolled over in the middle of the night, there was no way in hell Emma wasn't going to feel my throbbing erection, eager and ready, prodding her in the ass.

Much to my annoyance, Emma didn't seem to be having any trouble sleeping. Her breathing was even and deep. Her chest rose and fell tantalizingly under the thin sheet. From time to time, she gave a little snore. Her snuffling would have been cute, if I didn't despise her. I wasn't sure if she was faking, but I also didn't want to chance waking her up with a closer inspection.

Lying there and listening to my friends fuck (like the pervert I was), it was torture to keep my hands off my demanding dick. I could feel myself leaking precum like a faucet. My cock twitched and grew with every heartbeat until it was a hard, undeniable log between my legs.

I thought about going to the bathroom and jerking off, but there was no way for me to hide my sizable erection in my loose grey sweats. The pull-out was creaky. I knew that if I woke her up, Emma would see everything, and I would never live it down.

I squeezed my boner, then pulled gently on my aching balls, trying to take the edge off. It didn't work. I just wanted to touch myself more, harder, faster. I knew that I couldn't possibly cum right next to Emma while she slept... Even I knew that was a bridge too far.

I drifted in and out all night, waking up at dawn with the most intense morning wood that I had ever experienced. I think if I had been able to deeply sleep, I would have definitely had a wet dream. However, just because I didn't cum didn't mean that my body hadn't betrayed me. As I dozed, I had apparently rolled over, wedging my throbbing member between Emma's juicy ass cheeks.

Her skin was soft; I smelled a light floral scent coming off her hair. The perfume vaguely reminded me of honeysuckle. My hands were cupping her heavy breasts, unconsciously twiddling and twisting her swollen nipples. Emma was breathing hard, grinding against me in her sleep. I was so hard that I could literally feel every ridge of my retracted foreskin. It felt like my cock was going to rip right through my pajamas.

As I fully woke up, I had a moment of panic, even before I fully grasped the gravity of the situation. I was groping Emma! She was going to kill me! Worse, if she chose to spare my life, her father's fleet of lawyers would come after me. I was going to be tagged for life as a sexual predator! I would have to sign up for that list where you have to tell everyone that you're a menace to society!

Even as I chastised myself, I didn't want to stop touching Emma. I felt like a pathetic virgin who had just discovered masturbation, girls, and sex. I wasn't sure exactly what to do next, but then she unconsciously turned over. When Emma threw her leg over me, I could feel the wet heat radiating off her twat.

Breathing her in, I leaned forward, just a little. I don't know what I was thinking, but I started nuzzling her neck. I gradually worked my way to her lips. I was shocked when Emma kissed me back. She even slid her tongue into my mouth first! Her lips were soft, supple. There wasn't a trace of morning breath to our making out. The perfection of the moment was shocking. I had kissed plenty of women, but when Emma deepened our lip lock, it felt like the top of my head was going to pop off.

I was in a sex haze, aggressively pulling at her top. I might have ripped it. Who knew? Who cared?

I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth, making a mental note that her aureoles were about the size of quarters. Emma whined as I ran my tongue around the fleshy nub that decorated the tip of her breast.

When she wrapped her hand around my cock, her fingers didn't quite meet around my girth, but the friction still felt fucking amazing. She ran her fingertips up my length, and her eyes went wide. I moaned, and Emma seemed to like the way the vibration felt as a I sucked on her tit.

She whispered, "Holy shit, Shaun! You're cock is fucking huge."

I have to admit, I liked having her stroke my ego, especially while she was simultaneously fondling my erection. Emma put her tongue in my ear while she expertly slathered my precum all over my throbbing head, and I swear, I saw literal stars explode behind my closed eyelids. I felt like I could cum at any moment, but I knew that I couldn't be a two-pump chump with Emma. Girls talk, and I would never live down the humiliation.

She pulled off her shorts and threw them on the floor. I lined myself up, preparing to enter the promised land, rubbing the slick head of my turgid dick against her clit.

When I finally worked my length into her neat little slit, it was the hottest pussy I had ever felt. Emma was crazy tight, sopping wet. Normally, girls need lube to accommodate my size, but inside her, any extra slick would have been redundant.

As I entered her slowly, inch by torturous inch, Emma started making these little whimpering noises. I didn't want to hurt her, so it took a few minutes for me to bottom out. Her tiny moans were driving me crazy. It was clear that she wasn't in pain. Emma was mewling because I was making her feel good. Even with my careful pace, the old springs in the mattress rattled like a tambourine underneath us.

I didn't care.

I could feel her cunt rippling gently around my shaft. It was obvious that she was building up to a monster orgasm, so I kept my strokes long, even and slow. Every time I gently hit her cervix, Emma's eyes rolled back in her head. She tilted her hips up and sucked on her own pinky. I didn't want to stop fucking her, but watching her fellate the digit, I couldn't help but imagine those same soft lips wrapped tight around my cock.

A few minutes later, when she came for real, Emma bit my neck hard enough that it felt like she was going to draw blood. She was already so tight that when her cunt clenched, it felt like a wet, hot vice around my dick. With the dual stimulation of her velvet pussy and the sting of her teeth, I felt this familiar tickle in my balls, that overwhelming, unavoidable feeling that always precedes a huge crotch sneeze.

A few seconds later, I came so hard that I'm surprised my jizz didn't come flying out of Emma's mouth. I fired off spurt after spurt. It was like I had been edging for hours and my body had an unlimited supply of baby batter. I was gasping for air; her touch felt so fucking good. My toes curled. My eyes rolled back in my head with relief.

As I came like a geyser, Emma tightened around me again. I don't know if she was doing Kegels, trying to prolong my climax, or maybe I had made her cum again. It wasn't that I didn't care about her pleasure, but I was completely unable to focus on anything but my own orgasm as I unloaded what felt like three sperm banks' worth of sticky cum inside her. I did briefly hope that Emma was on the pill, had an IUD, something, but I somehow couldn't manage to muster up any real concern.

When I finished cumming, every muscle in my body naturally relaxed. I was still trying to catch my breath, torn between re-living my epic orgasm, and being shocked that I had hooked up with Emma, of all people. I felt emotionally raw, oddly exposed, and I just knew that the airhead, goofy grin on my face was embarrassing. Unfortunately, there seemed to be nothing that I could do about it.

Eventually, Emma rolled me off of her and got up. She stood over me, seemingly nonplussed. Aloof is hard to pull off with cum running down your thighs, wearing a tank top ripped enough at the neck to expose one boob, but she pulled it off.

Emma deadpanned, "Now, when you tell people that I lack the necessary warmth and depth, you'll know that it's a lie."

With that, Emma blew me a sarcastic kiss, turned on her heel, and walked to the bathroom. She didn't look back. I knew then that I was a goner.