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.
