When Matt awoke the following morning, it was with a raging night erection, accelerated by the fact Lucy's hand was wrapped around it as he lay facing her.
It had been a strange night of erotic dreams. On two occasion he had awoken with a sense he was about to cum.
Each time, he'd rolled away from Lucy, leaving her no choice but to release her grip or spoon into his back -- and he knew the latter wasn't going to happen.
But her request to be able to fondle his manhood and permission for him to fondle her breast had been such an unexpected step forward in her tolerating intimate contact that he didn't mean to deny her it. He was inclined to toss and turn on the best of nights. All he needed was to give the poor thing a rest; especially as he knew Lucy wouldn't be all that pleased if he jizzed all over her sheets. After all. This was a girl who laid a towel down under the place on the bed they had sex.
At some point he'd turn back towards her and at some point after that she's either grab his nocturnal erection again, or fondle it into hardness herself.
He'd taken some advantage of the right to rest his hand on her breast; as much to honour her offering as anything. Erotically it was a pleasant enough task; especially as her nipple pushed up between his fingers. But, unless he could cuddle in close and rest his elbow on her stomach, it couldn't be a long term thing. His wrist would be uncomfortably left hanging in mid-air.
As the only way of knowing whether it was time to get up in Lucy's completely blacked out room, he looked over to the door were he could see daylight penetrating under the gap at the bottom of the door.
In his randiness, he considered trying to instigate sex with Lucy, but didn't take more than a moment to consider it ill advised. She was a late sleeper and valued that extra time asleep and given he was there to slowly further her sexual education and the progress they'd made the previous night, it was a bit too early to expect her to wake her up and effectively demand she satisfy his needs.
Trying not to disturb her, he gently unwrapped her hand from his shaft and eased himself out of her bed; tip toeing naked to the door to escape the room.
As he entered the hallway, he notice the door to Kylie's room -- where all his clothes were -- was also closed.
Not that prancing around naked in their house - even with a rampant erection - would be considered a crime by either of the girls. More out of habit than necessity, he remembered he'd left his speedos on the drying rack near the pool.
Heading out the back door, he collected them and slipped them on, lifting the waist band over the top of his aching erection and pulling it down to normal height, leaving the projecting erection tightly sheathed in the taut stretchy material.
All that did was provoke it further, causing it to surge and inducing him to -- almost unthinkingly -- wrap his hand around it and jerk it a few times, letting out a little moan of pleasure as he did so.
It really didn't make sense to him that he felt as randy as he did, given the number of times he'd ejaculated in the last 48 hours was a multiple of any previous record. But he undeniably did. It was more than that though. His shaft wasn't just as hard as rock, nor just anxious and desirous in a way that left him randy. While he recognised it didn't necessarily accord with biological reality, it felt full. Full like his balls and shaft were overburdened with a cum load they were never designed to carry and had to be discharged in the interests of public health and safety.
As he stood by the pool, he contemplated the sunlounge meters away from him and the possibility of laying on it and jerking himself off. Given Kylie would be up soon, the risk of being caught seemed to make that unwise. He considered the alternative of getting into the pool and jerking off there as a more subtle alternative. It wasn't as though it didn't already have traces of his cum in it. But it was pride that stopped him.
He'd gone months without sex between girlfriends before without even feeling this randy. He rationalised that he could survive this bout of desire without resorting to teenage level desperation. It would pass.
Still, as he walked back into the kitchen to get himself breakfast, he couldn't resist the temptation to wrap his hand around it and give it a couple more jerks; feeling it surge in his hands as a shot of pleasure washed through his senses. It was an action he repeated several times, to the point he had pre-cum weeping through his swimmers - as he decanted some cereal and milk into his breakfast bowl.
As he sat down at the coffee table beside the pool, that wank off in the water was looking increasingly attractive as his level of desire ceased to subside and, if anything, became stronger. His shaft ached with desire so much it almost demanded attention.
From where he was sitting -- on the Ottoman normally occupied by Lucy - he looked through the living room to Kylie's closed door and cogitated on her desire for him to take her for some wild sex occasionally. He wondered how she'd feel about being rudely awoken by a randy male wanting her favours.
The issue became mute when he saw her door open and Kylie came through it. However, the sight of her did nothing to reduce his state of desire. She was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of string tie sided bikini pants, the brief rectangular front piece of the pants almost completely swallowed deeply into a camel toe that started in the crease that went half way up her bulging mons and disappeared under her crotch leaving what gave every impression of a v shaped cut out. Either side of it the mons and flesh of her crotch was nearly completely exposed.
The width of the crease gave a definite impression he wasn't the only one who'd woken up aroused, an impression confirmed by her jutting nipples on what was otherwise already a pretty warm morning.
Kylie saw him as quickly as he saw her. As Matt was aware, with the Ottoman he was sitting on at virtually the same level as the coffee table he was behind, there was nothing hiding the projection in his pants and he could see Kylie staring at it as she walked to the door.
Matt had only a few moments to consider his action.
He could stay where he was, greet her normally and passively wait to see what developments might be. Or he could proactively and fairly immediately instigate sex with her; or at least make it obvious to her that was his intention.
Had she not had the little talk to him the previous day, the first option would have been his default approach. But as randy as he was, and with the encouragement of her words, he decided on the second.
He wasn't quite sure what constituted wild sex in Kylie's eyes. All he wanted was sex. Fun sex. Passionate sex. And most of all satisfying sex; for her as much as him hopefully. As for wild, well all he could do was see what developed.
As Kylie exited the kitchen into the pool area, Matt confidentially stood up, turned towards her, closed the small distance to meet her, bent his knees enough to get the tip of his erection under her crotch, wrapped his hands around her waist and hands onto her butt, pulled her into him and stood more upright, thrusting his erection firmly into her crotch as he kissed her...
"Good morning. How are you?"
"I'm good. But you seem pretty pleased to see me."
"That's a fair statement. But then, I thought I detected a degree of excitement in you too."
