Welcome to Part Five of The Florida Trip, aka The Baseball Trip: Season Two. You don't have to read the earlier stuff to get what's going on but, I mean, maybe try it? Just do a little bit and see how it feels.
Everyone is over the age of 18.
When I woke up in the morning, the bedroom was empty. For the first time I could remember on this trip, I had a hotel room all to myself. It was eerie. Unsettling. I checked my phone for messages and found nothing. I got up, laid out my clothes, and took a long, hot shower. Let it all pour over me.
What had started as another amazing sex adventure with my friends was slowly turning into a fucking nightmare. My girlfriend, Alyssa, was MIA. My roommate, Julia, had ripped me apart physically and emotionally and now we weren't speaking. I'd accidentally inseminated Sarah's younger sister the night before and now both of them were gone. I hadn't fucked things up with Kelsey, at least, but she'd managed to upset almost everyone else on her own. I sighed as I soaped up. At least things couldn't get any worse.
Just as I felt my muscles start to relax, I heard my phone ringing. By the time I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, it was too late. I saw the call was from Alyssa.
"Where you at?" I texted her.
"Other hotel room," she wrote back. Well that was easy enough. I got dressed in shorts and a
t-shirt and went over. No one was waiting for me by the hockey pool. In fact, the hotel grounds were still quiet. It didn't feel that early, but I guess it was for most people.
As I walked, I tried to enjoy the hot Florida sun. This was why we'd gone on our trip, after all. To escape the winter. Back home it was perma-gray and snow still piled on the ground weeks after it had fallen. Here, the sky was clear and cloudless. Everything was overbright and already too hot. I started to think that maybe I should have taken a colder shower.
I turned the corner to go around to the other side of the building and ran into Sarah and Chloe. Both of them were heading back to our hotel room. They had on t-shirts and shorts. Big dark sunglasses and floppy hats. Not exactly matching outfits but close enough. We shared an awkward hello.
"Everything... OK?" I asked Sarah. Her sister wouldn't even look at me. Chloe just stared down and kicked at the ground.
God, upset as they were, the two sisters were still so sexy. Sarah, brown hair up in a pony tail, her massive chest sticking out like it could barely be contained by her t-shirt. Chloe didn't have her sister's chest, but her butt was practically perfection. Looking at them, I couldn't help but remember the night before. Sarah sucking on my shlong as her bounteous breasts bounced. My cock pistoning into Chloe's pussy while I squeezed onto her ample ass.
But then, that was how I'd gotten into this trouble in the first place.
"It's fine," Sarah said, "We're fine. It's all, um, taken care of."
"I'm really sorry," I said to Chloe. To both of them. Sarah just nodded back.
"We're going to go take care of a few things," Sarah said, nodding back towards our room. "Kelsey and Julia are in the food court having breakfast. We'll meet up with you guys in a sec."
I started to say that I was happy everything was OK and that I knew I'd made a mistake and I was sorry. I wanted to tell them that I would meet up with Alyssa at the other hotel room and then join everyone else. That I was really looking forward to spending the day with everyone.
But Sarah and Chloe walked off before I could begin. Fuck, this was even more fucked than I'd thought.
*
I hopped up the stairs, expecting to have a quick catch-up with Alyssa before heading over to breakfast. I wasn't looking forward to seeing Julia, but I figured she and I would have to hash it out at some point. I didn't think Alyssa seeing Kelsey again would go well, either, but I figured they'd both at least pretend to be polite. It felt like a chance, if not to fix things, then at least get them to a point where we could start enjoying ourselves again. Also, I was really hungry, so maybe I was just deluding myself.
When I got to the door, I froze. For some reason, knocking seemed intrusive. Then I remembered that we'd never switched our magic bands from before. As far as Mickey was concerned, this was my hotel room. So, I waved my wrist at the door and, sure enough, it popped right open.
I heard them before I saw anything. My girlfriend's grunts and groans. The sounds she made as her body built toward ecstasy. The gasps that screamed she was fucking.
Alyssa was on all fours on the bed, facing outward. Her long, red hair cascaded down. Her tits hung over the bed, swinging back and forth. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rocked back and forth -- pretty face contorted in effort. And behind her, holding her hips as he slid her back and forth, was Kevin.
Kelsey's boyfriend was grunting with each push into Alyssa. His muscular forearms strained. His backside taut. His curly hair was somehow perfectly messy.
"Oh, hey man," Kevin said, casual as anything, "I didn't hear you come in." The copulating couple stopped. Alyssa looked up at me. I couldn't read her face.
"I, ummmm, sorry," I said, "Excuse me. I didn't mean to ummmm." I started to back out of the room. This was OK after all. It was what Alyssa and I had agreed to and we were both fine with how it was...
"Oh, come here, you big doofus," Alyssa said, and motioned me over to her with her head. The room was dark -- just a little bit of sunlight escaped through the blinds -- and it smelled of sex. My girlfriend's own scent and other things as well. Even fucking another guy, I still couldn't help be overwhelmed by how attractive Alyssa was. She had that naughty little smile that made me want to fuck it right off her face. I walked up to her with that exact thought in mind.
Without another word, my girlfriend reached out with one hand and unzipped my pants. Pulled my cock out of my fly. I wasn't hard, but that didn't last for long as my libidinous girlfriend pulled me into her warm, waiting mouth with one gulp. Her body started to rock back and forth -- the sign that Kevin had started fucking her again.
"Hmmmmm," she groaned, "That's better. I knew I was missing something."
I did my best to focus on the pretty redhead performing on my penis, rather than on the dude giving it to her from behind. Don't get me wrong, though, it was fucking hot. The two of us pushing and pulling. Stretching her out. A shared vessel for our pleasure. Alyssa seemed to feel it, too. Slurping on my cock with abandon. Far more sloppy and unrestrained than I was used to. "Uhn. Uhn. Uhn." with every push from behind.
I dragged my hand up to her cheek. Ran my fingers through her crimson hair. Alyssa started moving faster, shaking. Losing her focus as the fucking from behind her came ever faster. I felt her struggling for breath, snorting from her nose like a racing mare. But she kept sucking at me, as if my cock could provide her needed oxygen, as well.
All three of us moving like that, a symphony of squeaks, gasps and grunts. A strange Rube Goldberg-esque machine of fucking. No words. Just work. I heard Kevin make a low, loud grown.
"Mm!" Alyssa tried to speak around my cock, "Mm! Mhm! Mhm! MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm..." Her bottom dropped down. She reached up and took my cock with her hand. Stroking in time with her mouth.
I thought I might be a while, but Alyssa sucked the orgasm right out of me. Like a shake through a straw, my spend shot into my girlfriend's waiting mouth. I grunted. Squeezed her head probably a little too hard.
I stepped back, panting, while Alyssa rolled over. She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and held it to her snatch. I caught Kevin's eye for a second and he gave me a little thumbs up. It was kind of cute, honestly.
"Well I want a shower after that," Alyssa said, "But at least I don't need breakfast." She rubbed her stomach happily, then stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I zipped myself back up and adjusted, my cock shrinking back like a turtle into its shell.
I heard the shower turn on, a familiar sound at this point. Kevin covered himself with the sheets and started looking around for his clothes.