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Sean chills with his family for spring break, having a different time than expected.
I got out of the car, excited to spend Easter at my cousin’s place. I walked up, bag around my shoulder, eager. College was rough right now, and I hated the drive, but it went well. I definitely didn’t want to go to my parent’s place, because then I would have to go to the stupid mass, and see all of my damn great aunts and uncles that didn’t know who the fuck I was, and those terrible huge lunches at the restaurant. I loved hanging at Aunt Lisa’s. They were so chill, let me and my brother drink all the time and never seemed to notice any “smoke” coming from the basement. They had a sick hot tub too which we spent a lot of my past summers in with my cousins.

“Sean! How was the drive?”

I walked up to Aunt Lisa, gave her a huge hug, and said, “Great. I was too excited to see you guys. Am I the last one here?”

“No, actually. Jessica, Ed, and Courtney are on the way here still from the north shore, so it’s just me, Uncle Dave, and Stacy and Alice.”

“Wow, I haven’t seen Stacy or Alice in forever. It’s been what, three years?”
“Yeah, come say hi!”
“Where can I put my stuff, Aunt Lisa?”
“Downstairs, by the door to outside. You got the sofa this time.”
“Sweet. Thanks.”

I put my shit on the floor behind the recliner, and jogged back upstairs.

“Sean, buddy! Holy crap man!”
“Dave!”

I gave Uncle Dave a hug, and said, “How’s New York treating ya?”

“Great! I love the city. How’s State?”
“Can’t get enough. Got stuff for you guys.”
“Nice, nice. Come say hi to the girls.”

Him saying that brought back old memories. Stacy was a year younger than me, and we had one Christmas when we really were like little best friends. We were like eleven, and after that, we never saw much of each other, the last big time was my cousin’s funeral. She got killed by a drunk driver, and Dave took it hard. She was his goddaughter, my mom’s sister’s eldest daughter. She was a senior at Penn. Her sister Alice hated my brother Thomas with a passion. He was an annoying little shit. As I turned the corner, I saw Stacy asleep on the couch in the den, facing the back of the couch. Alice was passed out on the other, remote on the floor from where her hand lay. “Long drive, huh?” I said.

“Yeah, Stacy’s driving now. She drove up here with Alice.”
“Really? Tough. That’s like five hours from here.”
“Yeah. You gonna go take a nap yourself?”
“I might, yeah. Hey, thanks man. I can’t believe I’m here for the break. Thanks.”
“It’s my pleasure, Sean.”

I pulled out my phone to check the time, reading 1:30. I killed time until Uncle Dave walked away, and looked back at the girls. Stacy was getting up, and I smiled, and whispered, “Hey.”

“Shit, Sean. How long has it been?”
“Three years, I guess. How’s it?”
“Great, come here.”

She pulled the blanket over, welcoming me on the sofa. I gave her a hug, and she kissed my cheek. I sat down on the other end, and she put her feet on my lap.

“How’s college?”
“Awesome. Better than expected, I guess. How’s senior year?”
“Hate it right now. Want to go away to college, bad. Is it as good as they say?”
“Yeah. You’d like it more than I do. I’m totally not partying, but that’s all that goes on.”

“Haha. Maybe I should go to school with you.”
“That would be sick. Living up the glory days, ya know. How long you guys staying?”

“Tuesday. You?”
“Same. Thomas isn’t coming, as far as I know. Alice’ll be happy.”
“Yeah. I’m gonna grab a water, you want one?”
“I’ll follow you.”

She got up, and I struggled to not check her out. She had an amazing ass, and her tits were noticeably awesome. I followed her willfully into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle. No, this isn’t gross. We considered ourselves family, but there was no relation. They were just really good family friends. Dave and Aunt Lisa went to school with her parents, and you can figure out the rest. She got real hot over the time I hadn’t seen her. She was on the shorter side, maybe 5’3’’, not overly thin but not fat at all. Great body, I wonder if she was an athlete.

“Driving now, huh?” I stated.
“Yeah, got the card like six months ago. Nearly failed the test, but at least I got it.”
“Abusing the hell outta it?”
“You betcha. Such a bad kid.”
“I imagine. I’m gonna pass out, seriously. Wake me up in like an hour, will ya?”
“Sure.”

I tiredly walked down the stairs, and fell onto the couch. I pulled on my sweatshirt before I put my head down, and when I did, pulled the hood over my eyes. I faded quick.

“Seannnn. Sean.” Stacy whispered, shaking my arm. I felt so damn tired, but I got up to see Stacy bent over the sofa, arms outreached to me. My eyes shuttered at the light, but were pointed at her boobs. I stretched out my arms, closed then opened my eyes, and said, “Sup.”

“Get up. We’re going to the hot tub, ‘sgo.”
“Nah, man. Too tired.”
“Come on, like old times.”
“Are you wearing a one-piece like old times?”
“Fuck you, perv.” She said, laughing.
“Gimme twenty, have to sleep off the z’s.”

I waited till she was upstairs, then I went to my bag, grabbed old shorts to wear, and my pipe and weed. I went into the bathroom to change, but took a small hit because I loved being in a hot tub high. I blew it into the shower fan, and I didn’t do a lot, I didn’t wanna smell or be obvious. I pulled on my old shorts, popped in a piece of gum, put my stuff away, and went up. I stumbled up, which was embarrassing as hell, and snagged a towel out of the air Dave tossed me.

“Thanks.” I said.

I opened the door, but no one was in the tub yet. She’s pretty slow, I thought. I hopped in, and the jets felt amazing. My body felt incredible, but I felt like a total stoner like this, smoking by myself before at a random ass time. I put my head back, and closed my eyes. I love spring break, I thought.

“Sean!”
“You’re so damn slow, how did I beat you here?”
“I was on the phone with my friend, and her boyfriend broke up with her, so she’s coming up to chill. You look relaxed.”

“I love HOT TUBS.” I said, probably obvious. My vision was getting that blurry feeling, and everything got quieter as she walked over. I think I may have done too much.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Nothing, nothing. Why?”
“Your eyes are red—shit, you’re high! Holy crap…” she said, in a hushed tone.

“Quiet.” I said, giggling.
“You’re kidding, right? When?”
“When I changed, in the bathroom.”
“That’s crazy. I happened to sneak my piece in my towel.”

My mouth went hysterically agape, and said, “Hide that shit! Hahaha. Be discrete.”

She looked at all the windows, and the stairs, but said, “I can’t. Too nervous.”

“Pussy.” I said, giggling still.
“So jealous. I bet the jets feel—“
“Wonderful? Yes, yes they do.” I said, laughing my ass off.

I laid back against the jet, and sighed, loudly. She kicked me straight in the gut.

“Ohhhhhh, shit. Why did you have to use the heel?”
“How else would I kick you underwater? Doesn’t really work. Are you high—wait, I take that one back. I should stop using that around you.”

“College.”
“Once again, jealous. What don’t you do in college?”
“Haha, work. And awfully slutty sluts, hahaha.”
“Sounds good. You don’t play lacrosse, do you?”
“No, thank god. I have a stick in my closet if one female may be interested. And natural ice.”

“Not that into lax boys. What do you play?”
“Baseball.”
“Oh, so you dip?”
“Uhh, yeah, I guess. Guilty.”
“Haha, that’s gross. Why do you like it?”

I shrugged.

“Do you play anything?”
“I used to swim. Why?”
“I love the way you’re built. Wait what…”

She blushed after laughing, and looked at the house, ridding of any eye contact. I hope I didn’t screw up. She looked at me, in a weird way too. I widened my eyes to try and be stupid, in an attempt to break the tension, but she got out of the tub, and walked away. I was dumbfounded. Was she upset?

“Stacy. Yo, what’s wrong?”

She jogged away. And yes, I checked her out as she jogged. DAMN.

“Dave?” She asked, walking away. I couldn’t hear her after she closed the door.

“FUCK.” I said, slapping the water with fists. I got up, drying myself off quickly, and ran to the door. When I entered, Uncle Dave called for me.

“Hey, Sean?” Dave yelled from the other end of the house, at the front door.
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go, I need a hand at the store.”
“All right, gimme a sec.”

I ran downstairs, and heard the shower running. It wasn’t Alice, so I guess Stacy ran in for a shower. Alice and Aunt Lisa were out getting dinner. I pulled on some sweatpants, put my sneakers on, a shirt, and walked to the bedroom, and knocked on the shower door.

“Stacy, I’m sorry. Stacy.”

She didn’t answer. I ran back upstairs and out the door.

Dave and I went to the store, and picked up some food, beer, and soda.

“No, no natties this time, Sean.” He told me before we even walked in.
“Haha, I don’t drink that shit.”
“We’ll get some beer, don’t worry.”

We got way too much beer for the time I was there. I guess more company was expected. We got back, and I lugged in a couple of 24-packs, which wasn’t all of the beer. I love Dave and Lisa.

I threw the beer out in the screen porch, and walked inside. Stacy sat there, in pajamas, curled up in a blanket, watching jersey shore.

“Hey.” I said. I took off my shoes, kicked them aside, and sat on the other side of the couch, and stared at her, meant in humor. She looked at me a couple of times, looking away instantly as she did, until she couldn’t take it anymore, and laughed.

“Are you mad?”
“Mmmm.” She mumbled, incoherently.
“What?”
“No. I kinda like you too much right now, but I have a boyfriend and I’m conflicted.”

FUCK ME.

“Really? Oh, well didn’t you just shit on my hopes and dreams…”
“Aww, Sean. Come on.” She said, laughing.

I put my head on her lap, and lay my body across the couch. She pulled the blanket over her, so my waist up was covered. I laughed, and poked her stomach.
“Stop i—it! I’m ticklish!” She struggled to not laugh.

I poked and tickled her all over, carefully. I didn’t be pervy or anything, until I yanked at her pajama waistband. Oops.

“What the—Sean!” she whispered.

I pulled harder, but she crunched up so it got harder to do it. Too bad I slid my hand in her pants. Oops.

“SEAN.” She sternly whispered.
“Let me pull ‘em down.” I whispered back.
“No!”
“Not here?”
“Sean!” she almost yelled.

I got out from under the blanket, sitting up, and looked straight up at the TV. I smugly smiled, and she was still in shock, a mix of mad and happy.

“Where are you guys sleeping?”
“Alice and I sleep in the bedroom downstairs, taking turns on the bed. Why?”
“Curious. Who has the bed tonight?”
“She does.” She giggled.
“Hmm.”
“What does that means?” Giggling.
“Nothing…”

I pulled out my phone, and read 830. Late dinner, I guess. I scooted over to the middle of the couch. Then scooted a bit more, and more and more, until we sat, touching. She was hiding a hysterical laugh, covered a fist, clutching a blanket. Her face was totally red. I didn’t think it was that funny. I took the blanket, put my head on her shoulder, and put it around me. She was laughing so hard, barely hiding it from everyone in the house hearing it.

“Sean, stop it! You’re being too adorable, it’s killing me.” She said, then out of the blue, burst into tearful laughter.

“HAHA! I knew it. You’re so fucking high right now!”

She looked at me, baffled. “How’d you know?”

“You get the worst giggles. I’m never smoking with you ever.”
“Keep it down!” She said, laughing.

I walked away, with a fake shameful look on my face. She laughed into the blanket again, probably about to pop a blood vessel.
We ate dinner like an hour later, which was pretty bad because I starved for like four hours after smoking. Stacy was probably recovering from her high and most certainly had the munchies. After eating some pizza, I went downstairs and racked up a game of pool, preparing for a clich?ovie scene where two opposite sex pool players have a romantic time in the middle of playing. Or so I hoped.

“Wanna play?” I asked, when Stacy reached the bottom of the stairs.
“No, Ashley’s nearly here and I’m kinda too excited to see her.”

Oh. Never mind with the pool thing.

“How long till she’s here?” I asked.
“She said like half an hour.”
“You sure you don’t wanna play?”
“Yeah, not in the mood. I kinda miss home right now, and Paul.”
“Paul?”
“Boyfriend.”

When she said boyfriend, the little green monster in me went on a rampage.

“Fuck him.” I mumbled.
“Huh?”
“Nothing.”
“No, what’d you say? I wanna hear it.”
“Fuck Paul. He’s probably some cocky douchebag who has combs over his hair and wears too much Axe, and says ‘Totes’ too damn much.”

She struggled to keep a laugh back, and I raised a fist in victory, then broke the pool triangle at the other end of the table.

“Yeah, Fuck him. I hate the word ‘totes’ too.”

She kissed me right there. Not exactly as I planned it, but I guess it wasn’t upsetting either. We moved over to the wall, and were starting to undress, until Alice starting calling her.

“Shit. Hold that thought.” She said.
“Ok.”

She dashed up the stairs for a few minutes, so I went to the fridge in the laundry room and grabbed a miller lite. I cracked it open, put it on the table, and played some more pool, until she walked down. With Alice.

“Why?” Alice said.
“Because us three wanna hang out when we’re going to bed and it’s perfect. You can hang with Jessica and Courtney when they get back. Just sleep upstairs tonight or something, I don’t know.”

“Is that beer?” Alice asked me.
“N-No. It’s water.” I struck back.
“You guys are so gay.” She shot back, going back upstairs. “I’ll watch tv by myself then.”

“Good.” Stacy yelled back.
“So.” I said, taking my shirt off. She put her arms around my neck, and made out with me again. I put my arms around her waist, and snuck my fingers below the waistband.

“How much time?”
“She’s ten minutes out.”
“Well then.”

I sat back on the recliner, and she took off her pajama pants, and slid off her panties. I lowered my boxers to my ankles, and played with my dick a bit, hardening to the cool air. She turned so she could ride me reverse, and sat on my thighs. I lifter her hips, and she grabbed my cock, lined me up, and lowered herself. I let go, and moaned. She grabbed both of the arm chairs, and starting fucking. “Shit Sean.”

I never had experienced a quickie like this. I’ve never actually had a quickie, but sex was pretty good like this. I took over, and slammed my dick into her as hard as I could. She looked back in a pleased way, looking sexy as ever. I grabbed one of her boobs and started fondling, while she fucked back as much as she could, still enjoying my end as much while keeping balance.

“Shhh. You hear that?”
“What?”
“I think I heard the floorboards cracking.”
“Fuck. Move!’ I whispered.

She grabbed her pants and panties from the floor, and I pulled on my boxers. As she ran away into the bedroom, I pinched her ass before she ran. She glared at me as she turned the corner. I dashed behind the pool table, pulled up my pants, and jumped back onto the seat, preparing for the worst. I heard the toilet flush, and Stacy came back out shortly. When she did, her friend came to the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh my GOD! STACY!” They did a girly scream, and hugged. I sat there, unperturbed by the lovefest going on. They ungrasped, and Ashley said, “You smell like—“

Stacy flashed her eyes at me, then back at Ashley. I did a little finger wave.

“Oh, hiiiiii. Ashley.” She greeted.
“Sean.” I said.

I put out a hand, but she hugged me. I put my arm around her, and said, “What’s up?”

“Not much, not much. Haven’t heard much about you yet.”
“We’ll catch up, I guess. We got pizza upstairs, if you need it.”
“Yeah, ‘m starved.”

I walked into the room, as they ascended the stairs. I needed to beat off really bad after getting blue balled like that. Ashley was pretty hot too. Not as much of a face as Stacy’s, but had just a good as a body, maybe a better ass. I think I needed to see it first hand to tell, hehe. Before I went away, I turned back, grabbed my beer, and turned on the TV to see what’s on. I watched a little comedy central until I finished it, then headed for the bathroom. Maybe I should just take a shower, get it out of me then, I thought. I went in, dropped trou, took of my shirt, and turned on the water. I checked myself out in the mirror. Looking good. I stepped in the shower, and stood there, letting the water hit me. I got hard quick so I beat it, and got some irish spring, covering my body with it, lubing myself up for a good jacking. I started beating away, balancing myself on the wall for a good grip. Thoughts of Stacy flooded my mind, me watching her amazing butt on me. I stood there beating away, until I heard a slam. Something hit the wall the shower was on, and then I heard, “Shhhhh,” way too loud. I think they were spying on me or something. I quieted down me jacking off, focusing harder. I closed my eyes, getting back into the mood again. I rubbed a more slight spot, and I felt my myself getting into it. I could see our sex getting better, me doing her missionary, and a blowjob, then I felt cold air on my back. Maybe it was the sweat of sex, man, this is the best beat off ever, I thought. I heard something rustle, then clothes drop. I opened my eyes, felt more cold air, and turned to see Stacy stepping into the shower, with a naughty grin on her face.

“How did you get in here?”
“Lock doesn’t work, silly. Alice.”

Ashley stepped in too. I shifted back to accommodate her. I checked both of them out. I was the luckiest man ever. She grabbed each other’s tits, and I beat off again. Stacy grabbed my dick from me, and starting masturbating me, while Ashley rubbed herself. I looked at Stacy, while she looked at Ashley.

“You guys—“
“Shh. Everyone’s on the porch, but I don’t want anyone to know we’re here. And I kinda wanna finish.”

“That’s why I’m here.”
“Haha!”

She turned, put her hands on the opposite wall, and bent over. Ashley scooted behind me, and put her hands on my chest. I lowered myself to meet Stacy’s hips, and rubbed my dick on her slit. She laughed, looked at me, and said, “Damn it Sean.”

“All right.”

I pushed, and made it through easy. I grabbed her hips again, and started hard right away. She laughed harder, but she wasn’t high this time. She thought this was awesome. I pounded harder and harder, and threw her head up in pleasure, moaning softly. Ashley grabbed my hair, and played with it. I laughed, and slapped Stacy’s ass a couple of times. She pounded back after that, and I came incredibly hard.

“Ohhhhh, shiiit. Sean, that was awesome.” Stacy said.
“I need to recover from that one.”
“Can’t spare me any?” Asked Ashley.

I looked at Stacy, and she had a “Can you?” look on her face.

“Later.” I said. Ashley got out first, disappointed. I dried her off for her, fingering her a bit as a sorry. I kissed her ass cheeks, anticipating my time with it. It was better than Stacy’s, but I liked Stacy’s body better. Stace gave me a passionate kiss, and got dressed in a sexual manner. I walked out of the bathroom a new man, no shirt on of course. I layed down on the sofa in the downstairs living room, and closed my eyes. I was really tired from my long ass day, but Ashley was horny as shit and I wasn’t gonna let her down. So I just stayed there for a while. I drifted in and out of sleep, and could hear a conversation in the background. I got up when I felt like I was gonna pass out, and walked into the bedroom to sleep. I hope Stacy got the room for the night from Alice.

“I’m gonna sleep, seriously tired.” I said.
“We’re coming in a few, we’re gonna play some pool.” Ashley said.
“Ok. Sorry if I steal the bed.”

I walked in and fell on the bed, and fell asleep. Whoops.

In the middle of the night, I felt a weird something, touching my leg. I struggled up, lifted up the blanket, and saw Stacy’s toes on my leg. She was curled up facing the other way. She scared the shit out of me. I looked at the floor, and saw an aerobed on the ground, Ashley atop it, passed out. I searched for my phone on the ground with my hands, and grabbed Stacy’s. I pushed a button, and the time 3:51 came up. I sat up. I was asleep for like six hours, I thought. I wonder what time they fell asleep. I lay back down, put my arm around Stacy, and snuggled into her. Her body felt so great with mine, and her wide hips touching me turned me on pretty quickly, so much I couldn’t sleep. I slid my boxers down, exposed my dick to the cool air, and got up, lowering Stacy’s pajamas. I spat on my hand for some lube, rubbed in on my dickhead, and layed back down, pushing myself into her vagina. She twitched, and moaned a bit, “Sean?”

“Yeah. You good?”
“It feels great. What time is it?”
“Like four.”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“I’m too horny.”
“Ha, okay.” She sleepily mumbled.

I thrust my hips slowly into her, and she cooed into her blanket. I snickered, and kissed her neck. I kept a relatively slow pace, enjoying this lovely scene, watching Stacy’s awesome facial expressions. Her ass looked great in the bare light my eyes were adjusted to. God I loved her.

Her warm snatch enticed me so much, I decided to go full blast and go for the orgasm. A minute later, I blasted inside her. When I pulled out, I pulled the blanket over her body more, and she pulled up her pajamas herself. I kissed her cheek, and said, “Night.” I walked out to get a water bottle from the laundry room, then went to the bathroom to wash my face. My hair was in a mess from being kinda wet from the shower, so I pushed it down. I walked out, snuggled back into bed, and slept soon after.
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2013-01-05 05:38:32
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