Warning: This story is lengthy — if you want a much shorter “quick and dirty” version that is told mostly through screenshots of text messages (that includes pics/vids), [you can click here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/NSFWfantasytexts/comments/hlbll3/my_gf_and_i_went_on_vacation_everything_changed/) The pics/vids are linked throughout the story below too.
*Preface*
This story is about Zoey, my GF, who I ended up dating for about a year before this all happened. I was originally going to type it up into individual chapters but decided I would just type up everything and submit it all in one post…
We met each other when her company started a collaborative project with my company and we were both assigned to the project. We got to know each other through this and, after a few weeks, I asked her out and she said yes. Throughout the relationship, things were going really well. We went on dates frequently and had a good sex life (or at least I thought we did). We had sex about once a week and, since I didn’t have any relationships before her (thus, not having anything to compare to), I thought it was a healthy amount of sex. She wouldn’t always orgasm but if I spent a lot of time with foreplay, going down on her, using toys etc. she would get an orgasm from time to time. It was always really hot when she did and she would be glowing for days afterwards, complementing me on how good that orgasm felt. I’d be on cloud nine during those flattering moments. In retrospect, I *did* notice that she would always get more horny after I managed to make her cum… almost like she craved for more…
Considering that she was my first girlfriend, I felt like I lucked out because Zoey was exactly my type. She was a pretty brunette with a slim, petite body and perfectly porcelain skin. She had a few tattoos on her legs too which I thought was hot.
She also had a bubbly personality and sometimes was overly-flirty with guys but I knew that she was just being nice and didn’t really mean anything by it…
Chapter 1: *Thin Walls*
My birthday was coming up soon and she had planned a vacation for us. We were going to a resort in Mexico for 2 weeks. I was pretty excited because I knew she would probably be wearing bikinis and skimpy clothing. If there was one thing I was forced to complain about being with Zoey, it was that she dressed a bit conservatively for my tastes. I always had a thing for girls that wore a bit more revealing clothing — short shorts, skirts, tank-tops, lingerie etc. — and I *did* ask Zoey to dress a bit more sexy for me…, but, having grown up in a conservative family, she said she wasn’t comfortable showing off so much skin. Again, it was a minor complaint so I didn’t push it.
Fast-forward to arriving at the resort and we find our hotel room. After settling in, we decided to go explore the resort. As we left our room and headed towards the elevator, we ran into a guy leaving the room next to ours.
“… Ashton? Is that you??” asked Zoey, as soon as she saw him. He turned around and his face lit up when he saw my girlfriend — “Zoey?? Hey! What are you doing here??”
“Hey! I’m here with my boyfriend!” as she gestures over to me. “Are you actually staying here at the resort??” she asked.
“Yeah I am! Wow, what are the chances haha… Is that your room next to mine???”
“Yeah I guess it is haha… Oh, btw babe, Ashton is a colleague from work.” she said to me, “You haven’t met him because he briefly worked with me a long time ago and then got moved to another division”.
“Yeah, it was such a shame we didn’t get to work together a bit longer, you were one of the best on our team.” Ashton commented. Zoey smiled, “Aw, thanks…” She quickly glanced at me and then said to Ashton — “Well, I don’t know if you heard about that collaborative project our company started with Aztech Inc. (*my company that I work for*) but my BF is from Aztech working on the project with me — that’s how we met actually.” she said.
I greeted him, introducing myself and my position at my company. I swear I briefly caught Ashton eyeing Zoey up and down, not taking in a word I was saying. “Nice to meet you, and yeah, I heard about that collaborative project. Cool stuff.” he said.
“So… shall we?”, I said as I beckoned towards the elevator. As the three of us made our way towards the resort entrance, they talked about the brief time they spent at work together and I wasn’t really able to contribute much to the conversation. I started to get slightly irritated at the enthusiasm in their chit-chat, especially how she got all bubbly and giggled at stupid jokes he made, until we finally reached the orientation hall.
“So… are you here by yourself or…” Zoey jokingly teased.
“What, no of course not haha. I’m here with a bunch of friends — they’re a bit hungover from last night so I guess they’re sleeping in late today,” he said, as he rolled his eyes. “Could I just hang out with you guys for an hour or two until they wake up? It’d be kind of weird for me if I was just hanging out by myself at a resort haha”.
Zoey looked a bit hesitant. She then looked at me with a sort of “I’m-sorry-but-I-don’t-want-to-be-rude” face and said “Sure, why not?”
“Thanks! Oh btw, you guys can totally skip orientation” he quipped, “I’ll show you the ropes! This place is awesome, so much booze and partying — we’re gonna have a great time” aiming that last comment at Zoey while he looked at her. Zoey looked at the floor and smiled shyly, twirling her hair…
We walked over to the pool area and ordered drinks from the bar. The swimming pool was full of people — half-drunk, half chilling — soaking up the sun. As we waited for our drinks, I noticed there were tons of girls in skimpy bathing suits. Ashton must’ve noticed me briefly checking out one of the girls as he said “These chicks eh? Damn, check out the bikini on that one…” as a girl walked by us in a skimpy 2-piece suit that had generous cleavage and her ass mostly bare. I obviously didn’t comment since Zoey would have had my head on a stick (especially since Zoey was currently only wearing yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt). She was currently retrieving our drinks from the bartender, however, I was pretty sure she heard Ashton’s comments because she didn’t look pleased.
She turned around and asked, “You think that looks sexy…?” in a slightly annoyed tone.
He nervously laughed, “I mean, yeah…”, clearly caught off-guard, not expecting Zoey to hear him. He looked over at me for a bailout. “Hey man, you’re on your own”, I chuckled, amused at his screw-up.
Eventually, after a few drinks, Ashton worked up the courage to go flirt with the girl in the 2-piece bikini, finally leaving Zoey and I alone.
“So… how long did you guys work together?” I hesitantly asked.
“Oh, only for a very brief moment… like a week or so.” she casually said. “I never saw him after that since he moved to another division at a different branch…”, she mentioned, trailing off into her own thoughts as she gazed over at Ashton and the bikini girl. I puzzlingly looked at her and then at Ashton with the girl… *What was she looking at,* I remember thinking to myself. Eventually, Ashton came back to where we were sitting, this time accompanied with his hungover friends and his new lady friend.
“Hey guys — this is Ava”, said Ashton, as he wrapped his arm around the girl with the scanty bikini. “I’ll introduce you to the rest of my friends later but, hey, why are you guys still sitting here?? Let’s get into the pool!!” exclaimed Ashton, as he started to take off his shirt.
I remember Zoey’s eyebrows raising as she watched Ashton reveal a set of toned 6-pack abs accompanied with muscular pecs and veiny arms. Ava gave a low whistle and she rubbed her hands down Ashton’s chest while she giggled.
“Whoa, easy girl!” chuckled Ashton, and he dragged Ava towards the pool while they laughed and teased each other along the way.
We decided to take it slow and just enjoy our drinks by the poolside instead of joining them — we had two weeks to go swimming after all, what’s the rush? Truth be told, it was my idea that we stayed at the table and enjoy our drinks because I didn’t really want Zoey to see more of Ashton’s ripped body. Something about the way she stared at his muscles, irked me. Now I don’t usually consider myself insecure so I blamed the booze for bringing it out more than usual — besides, Ashton caught me staring at Ava earlier… we’re all human after all…
As the day went on, Zoey and I toured the rest of the resort ourselves while Ashton and his friends played in the pool. When it started to get late, Zoey and I decided to retire to our hotel room, exhausted from the early flight we had this morning.
It was 10pm when things got a little frisky between us while we were in bed. We were making out and I was groping her aggressively because I was extra horny from seeing all those girls in revealing attire. I tried pushing Zoey’s head down towards my crotch in the heat of the moment, when, she resisted me —
“Hey! Not cool man,” exclaimed Zoey, “If I want to give you a blowjob, I’ll give you one on my own accord. You know I don’t like it when you put your hands on my head and force it.” I profusely apologized and she said it’s fine. She proceeded to spit on her hand, lube up my dick and mounted my cock. The thing is, as I mentioned, I was crazy horny… and… well, long story *short*, I basically came in 30 seconds. I pulled out and orgasmed all over the both of us while she looked confused as to what was going on. “Wait, you’re cumming already??!” as I moaned, fountaining cum everywhere. Sufficed to say, I could tell she was not pleased but she didn’t really say anything. She just grabbed my dick and started jerking to help finish me off. I fell back as I came down from my orgasm. I was super sleepy, not to mention tipsy from all the drinks, so we cleaned up and went to bed.
Then, around 2am, Zoey woke me up. Disoriented from my deep slumber, I looked at her, confused.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her… and then I heard it… a rhythmic banging sound and a girl moaning enthusiastically from the other room next to ours — Ashton’s room.
And then, I heard Ava’s voice (the 2-piece bikini girl):
“*Ugh… FUCK… oh god… Ashton… YES… fuck me JUST LIKE THAT!”.*
I couldn’t believe how paper-thin these walls were… we could hear everything she was saying.
“*Oh my god, your cock is incredible… YES.. just like that… deep strokes…deeper….oh Ashton… you fill me up SO GOOD…*”
Zoey finally interrupted the silence between us and said “they’ve been going at it for the past hour. I don’t know how you stayed asleep because she was really loud at one point…”.
I didn’t know what to say to that since I was super groggy having been awoken from a deep sleep. “Well.. good for them I guess. They’ll probably stop soon. Just go back to sleep” and I rolled back over onto my pillow.
However, Ava’s moaning did not stop.
What felt like forever, Ashton fucked the absolute shit out of her. Their bed frame banged against our wall as her moaning and shrieking became more and more passionate.
I finally rolled over to say something to Zoey when — for a split second — *I swear I thought I noticed her hand was down her panties.*
It was really dark in our room so I couldn’t be sure but she quickly moved her hand to her leg so she could (pretend to?) scratch her thigh…
*Was she… was she, just now, touching herself? —* I remember thinking — *I mean, I know I didn’t make her cum last night but she is literally lying in bed next to me…* *wouldn’t she just wake me up for round 2 or something?…*I chalked it up to the dimly lit room causing my eyes to see things.
I sleepily asked her, “Listen, do you think we can call the front-desk to tell Ashton to keep it down or something?”
“Ummm…”, Zoey said in a raspy voice, with what sounded like a hint of disappointment, “I could probably text him but I don’t know if he’ll see it since… you know…”
“Wait, you have his number?” I asked, a little bit more awake after hearing that revelation.
“What? Oh, no, silly! I can just look up his number off of the company directory” — she pulled out her phone, typed a few things and said “Yeah, here it is — I’ll text him and see if he quiets things down a bit…”.
We heard a phone notification go off in the next room and, after about a couple minutes, things got a little quieter. *Finally*, I thought to myself, and I dozed off in a matter of minutes.
That night, I remember having a *really* weird dream. I was chained to my bed, watching Zoey masturbate furiously beside me to the sound of Ashton pounding Ava’s pussy. I kept asking her to unchain me but she kept ignoring me. She was moaning deeply as she made the mattress shake from her aggressive fingering. Before the dream progressed any further, my morning alarm went off.
I woke up and groggily looked around. I noticed Zoey wasn’t there so I texted her, “Hey, where you at? I just woke up… I think I’m hungover…”
“Hey Mr. Lightweight!” she texted back, “I’m at the breakfast buffet, I just got here. I was super thirsty and needed something to drink… didn’t want to wake you.”.
I shook off the grogginess and noticed my morning wood, hard as a rock.
However, it quickly deflated as I recalled the events of my dream — or more like a nightmare, I should say. *That was fucked up,* I remember thinking. *Yet, why the hell was I so hard when I woke up?*
I made my way down to the breakfast hall and met up with her. We sat down at a table in the back that had long drapes over the side of it. I felt a bit guilty about my lacklustre stamina last night and how Zoey was probably unsatisfied so I thought I’d try to get her back up to our room to initiate more sex. I gave her a long good-morning kiss and caressed her thigh underneath the table cloth.
“Ooo, someone is excited to see his girlfriend!”, she mischievously said with a cute smile.
I grinned and reached down to her pussy underneath the tablecloth so I could rub her clit over her pants. I placed a finger on her clit when —
“OW!” she exclaimed, as she slapped my hand away. Several people looked at us.
“What’s wrong???” I quickly asked.
“Oh… well… uh…… my clit is a bit sore…” she said quietly in a shy, embarrassing voice.
“Oh…you mean from last night when we had sex?” I asked confusingly.
“…Yeah…”, she slowly said. Then, she winked at me, dropped the shy voice and replaced it with her usual bubbly one: “You were really horny and really gave it to me babe”
“…Wait… But we only had sex for like, less than a minute”, I puzzlingly said.
She paused, looking at me.
“Yeah but you were really aggressive babe. You probably don’t remember it that clearly because you were tipsy” and she squeezed my leg in re-assurance.
*Huh,* I thought to myself. *I guess she actually did enjoy herself then.* *Although, I don’t really member her clit ever getting “sore” from our sex sessions…*
Before I could question it any further, Ashton and his friends showed up and spotted us. He walked over to our table and Zoey immediately took her hand off my leg.
“Yo what’s up guys!” he said, “Hey, listen… uh.. about last night, I’m really sorry about the noise — we were both pretty drunk and I guess I didn’t realize how .. **ahem** .. loud we were being”, said Ashton sheepishly.
“Oh, don’t worry about it!” said Zoey, “It’s a vacation after all, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” She looked Ashton up and down, seemingly undressing him with her eyes. “So, where is the lucky — I mean, where is Ava?” asked Zoey, looking around his pack of friends to see if Ava was there.
“Oh, yesterday was her last day here so she’s probably left the resort by now” Ashton said casually, and he started to introduce the rest of his friends. I didn’t pay attention to his friends at all because the words that Zoey had just said were echoing in my brain… did she mean to say “*Where is the lucky girl?*”… And how she quickly tried to change her wording… not to mention the way she was *looking* at him. I felt a spike of jealousy in that moment, something I have *never* felt before with her. It was a strange feeling, however, because… I also got… a little bit… turned on? … Only for a split second… But why? That makes zero sense. To be honest, it only lasted a moment and then turned back into full-on jealousy.
I realized that I was probably just being insecure and that I was reading into things too much…
Before I had a chance to process what I was feeling, Ashton had finished introducing his friends and they, along with Zoey, left to go get food. I pulled myself out of my thoughts and followed them to the buffet.
Chapter 2: *The Telescope*
*Before I continue the story, I should probably mention something at this point — During the flight over to Mexico, Zoey’s phone died and she had to use my iPod Touch to sign into iMessage so she could resume texting a friend. She forgot to log out of her iCloud Account meaning I had access to all her text messages from my iPod. I didn’t realize this until later that day…*
After breakfast, we all headed towards the pool. Some of Ashton’s friends were jeering about how Ashton hooked up with Ava the night before. Apparently, Ava had a boyfriend but that didn’t stop Ashton from hooking up with her. I was disgusted but, because she was so hot, Ashton’s friends were congratulating him. Zoey heard the whole thing too but I couldn’t really gauge any reaction from her. Until she finally asked,
“What made her so hot to you, Ashton?”.
He briefly mentioned how he loved her bikini being so revealing and how he could check out her hot petite body. He also mentioned he has a thing for petite girls while he looked at Zoey’s body with a slight smile.
“Oh…” Zoey said sheepishly— a small hint of a smile formed on her face while she looked at the floor.
*Oh come on Zoey* — I thought to myself in a jealous rush — *he’s just trying to be polite to you because they were just talking about how hot Ava was a minute ago.* But, at the same time, I was kind of *glad* that Ashton said that so Zoey wouldn’t feel insecure…
“Hey babe,” Zoey said to me, “I forgot my tanning lotion up in the room. Gonna go back up and get it. I’ll meet you guys at the pool.” “Okay babe”, I said as I gave her a peck on the cheek. She left and I joined Ashton and his friends for some water volleyball in the pool area.
About 20 minutes later, Zoey came back down to the pool and I nearly choked on my drink. She was wearing something I’ve never seen her wear before… something she definitely didn’t own. She had a tiny bikini on that was barely covering her tits and and a stringy bottom piece that revealed much of her ass cheeks. Ashton, myself and all the boys in our group stopped playing volleyball for a moment and looked at her.
She slipped into the pool beside me and I quietly exclaimed, “*Um,* *Zoey! When on earth did you buy that?”.* She giggled softly, *“You like it?”.* I responded even quieter so no-one else could hear, *“Yeah, I love it!! If your clit wasn’t so sore, I’d drag you back to our room right now!”* She laughed and, under the water, briefly groped my dick through my swim trunks. She whispered, *“I may or may not have been saving it for your Birthday tomorrow but I thought, what the hell, might as well put it on now, right?”.* She winked at me as I beamed at her and then she yelled to the others “I wanna play! Pass me the ball!”. She then waded deeper into the pool to the other side of the net where Ashton was standing and exclaimed “I’m on Ashton’s team!”.
I was confused… until I realized that the teams were really un-even and my side had way more players than Ashton’s side. *I guess that made sense…* I though to myself, but I was obviously disappointed…
After a few serves of the ball towards Ashton’s side, I noticed Zoey would “accidentally” crash into him trying to hit the ball back while Ashton caught her mid-crash. They laughed and had a little play-fight in the middle of the game, ignoring the game entirely. I was getting really jealous so I purposefully served the ball at her and, since she was being oblivious to the game, she got struck right in the head by it (it was a soft plastic beachball so no harm done). She laughed it off and said “Oops…”. I retorted with “Hey babe, maybe pay attention to the game?”. I saw several of Ashton’s buddies smirk at each other. I got a little humiliated…
After spending most of the day in the pool area, Ashton had a suggestion, “Hey, how about we all go to the beach? If we leave now, we’ll catch the sunset.” and everyone agreed. The beach was about a 10 minute walk from the resort. Zoey said she needed more drinks in her so her and I hit up the bar, telling the others that we’d catch up to them in a bit.
“Oh, babe, do you have your wallet? I didn’t think to bring mine.” she realized when the bartender asked for payment. I realized I left my wallet in the room too. “Can you go run up and quickly grab some money? I’ll wait here.” I kind of wanted to talk to her about her behaviour with Ashton in the pool but the bartender was looking at us impatiently. So I said yes. I went up to our room and searched for my wallet. As I found it, I heard a phone notification go off. I checked my phone but it wasn’t mine. I scanned the room to see if Zoey had left her phone here too when I noticed my iPod Touch on the dresser. Its screen lit up and vibrated again.
I picked it up.
The most recent convo was between Zoey and Ashton. *Zoey had forgotten to sign out of her text messages…*I realized. *She was texting Ashton right now and their convo was showing up on my iPod Touch in real-time.* My heart racing, I unlocked my phone so I could see what they were saying to each other.
[I took screenshots so you can read it yourself…](https://www.erome.com/a/7qVnGqgC)
After I finished reading their texts, I put the iPod down. My heart was pounding… I tried to calm myself down: *There wasn’t REALLY anything incriminating, right? —* I thought to myself — *Ashton is a big flirt but I can’t really blame him … Zoey looked phenomenal in that bathing suit. However, it was… kind of hot if I’m being perfectly honest.… No… No… what am I thinking. She’s my girlfriend. And I’m her boyfriend. If I see any more inappropriate behaviour from him, I’m going to shut him down — otherwise, what kind of man would I be?*
I decided that I needed to get Zoey’s mind off of Ashton’s flirtyness and back to the reason why we’re here — to celebrate my birthday. The sun was setting soon which meant the stars were about to come out. I took out my telescope I had packed for the trip, hoping Zoey and I could spend a romantic evening on the beach looking at the constellations. Tomorrow was my birthday and I thought that, at midnight, her and I could have a little birthday sex on the beach under a romantic starry sky.
I made my way back to the bar but Zoey was no where to be found. I paid the bartender and texted Zoey.
No reply.
I decided to make my way to the beach to find her myself. I walked up and down the beach and couldn’t find her until I noticed a tall guy with a girl roughly the same body-frame as Zoey, far off into the water.
I took out my telescope to see if it was them.
It was.
The sun was setting and was shining into my eyes through the telescope, making it difficult to make out what they were doing. I started to notice what looked like her hands reaching for something below the water while she looked at him with an impressed look on her face… was there a slight up-and-down motion in her arms too?
But before I could adjust my telescope to block out the sun’s rays, Ashton’s friends came over to me. “Whoa dude, is that a telescope? Cool! Can I see?” My heart pounding, I feebly responded and tried to get them disinterested without sounding rude so I could peer back towards Zoey and Ashton.
But they wouldn’t leave.
Soon, I noticed Zoey and Ashton were on their way back, heading towards the shore… Zoey was biting her lip with an impressed look and Ashton had a big smile on his face.
Then, they both saw me and Zoey quickly departed from him, making her way over to me.
“Hey babe! What took you so long!?” she said, slightly out of breath.
“What were you doing with Ashton alone in the water?” I immediately questioned.
“Oh …uh…” she stammered, not realizing I had caught them out in the water. “… He was just showing me how to tread water since I never learned properly… I hope you’re not mad or anything?” she asked innocently with an embarrassed look on her face.
I murmured something that acknowledged her. I guess what I saw could be explained by that. Her arms moving up and down could’ve just been her trying to stay afloat maybe? I didn’t really get a clear view after all… my heartbeat relaxed a bit… I decided to show her my telescope and tell her about my idea of spending the night under the stars with her.
“Aw babe, that sounds like a really cute idea….” — She hesitantly said, “But, Ashton mentioned it was free ladies night at the club, so I was thinking… let’s ring in your birthday the old fashion way — night out at the club and some dancing? Everyone else is going as well and I thought it’d be fun if we all celebrated your Birthday together…”
“Hmm, okay… I guess we can do that instead” I said disappointedly. I still felt guilty for cumming so fast the night before so I didn’t fight her suggestion — I felt like I had no right too.
“Oh also, my phone has been acting weird — I seem to not get notified of new text messages for the last hour, do you know why its doing that?” she asked.
A weight dropped in my stomach.
“Uh … it might be because you forgot to sign out of my iPod Touch when we were on the plane and it was probably getting the messages first?”
“Oh, right! I forgot about that. I’ll make sure to sign out. Thanks babe.” and she pulled out her phone, tapped a few things and remotely signed herself out of all other devices.
I couldn’t help but feel a pit in my stomach form as I just watched my access to her text messages vanish with a few taps…
Chapter 3: *Birthday Shots*
An hour later, we all changed into clubbing attire and heading towards the club. Zoey was wearing a white tank-top with really tight jeans and a sexy pair of high heels. Her hair was up in a pony tail and her perfect porcelain skin looked more perfect than ever.
Zoey started buying me tons of shots and I got hammered pretty quickly. I guess because it was free ladies night, she had some extra to spend on my drinks… A few other people joined in on getting me drinks too, and, after I had finished them, I had to sit down for a bit. After awhile, I started to look around to find my girlfriend. That’s when I drunkenly got a glimpse of Zoey dancing with Ashton on the dance floor — there was some distance between them at first but then she turned around and started grinding up against him. Her grinding slowly turned into a more gyrating motion as her ass started pushing deeper into his crotch. Ashton’s hands started wondering up and down her body when, suddenly, Zoey had a very surprised look on her face. She turned around to face him and then looked down at his pants. I really couldn’t see what she was looking at because the crowd was blocking my view so I tried to get a better look until it was too late — she turned back around and resumed grinding with him, an embarrassed smile on face. I remember the room spinning as I tried to walk out to her — I was not cool with the way they were dancing, especially considering that she never danced with *me* like that… I got lost in the crowd as I looked for them, mainly because I was so drunk. I had the sudden urge to go to the bathroom after all the drinks I had so I made my way. All the stalls were full as I tried opening each one until I started to realized that one of them had a couple inside, obviously having sex. They were particularly loud as they didn’t try to hide what they were doing.
*“Ugh… fuck… holy shit…. I can’t believe how big you are… yes, just like that… stretch me out with that big cock…”*
I smirked and drunkenly yelled “Get a room!” as I saw the stall door rattling loudly while some random chick was getting pounded behind it, I assumed. After they heard me, they started fucking harder, her moans becoming even more obvious. I chuckled, *damn, they really don’t care if other people hear them*, I remember thinking to myself. Eventually, one of the urinals freed up and I took a piss while trying to text Zoey.
“hEEy.. Wheh you atttt? Cant find u, its too cROwdded…”, I drunkenly texted her.
I hear a phone notification go off in the bathroom as I sent it but was too drunk to tell where it came from. I saw a dude on his iPhone behind me so I shrugged (they all have the same notification sound and I was drunk as fuck)… Later that night, one of Ashton’s friends noticed I was too drunk to stand and took me back to my hotel so I could pass out in my bed.
I remember having another really weird dream that night. I was chained to my bed yet again, but this time, I was alone, Zoey nowhere to be seen. And then I heard a girl’s voice, moaning from the other side of the wall. It was coming from Ashton’s room. Was that Ava’s voice I was hearing again? Or was it someone different this time?
I looked down and noticed that I had a hard-on. One of the chains abruptly disappeared, freeing up my right hand. Not being consciously in control of my dream, I notice myself grabbing my dick and rubbing it to the sound of the mystery girl’s moans… I don’t really remember the rest but, eventually, my morning alarm woke me up.
Chapter 4: *Getting Railed by Work*
I woke up with a killer hangover. Zoey was passed out on the bed next to me, sleeping in her bra and panties. I cussed myself for forgetting to disable my alarm the night before and I get up dizzyingly. That’s when I notice Zoey’s white top — the one she wore last night — was on the floor, covered in crusty stains. Before I could pick it up to see what the stains were, she woke up.
“**Yaaaawn** Good-morning babe!” she sleepily exclaimed, “Happy Birthday! Had a good night last night?” she asked, as she gave me a kiss. She had an exhausted look on her face, presumably from our late night out.
I was really hungover and still had morning grogginess. I sleepily responded that I did have fun and mentioned how hungover I was. Then I looked back down at her white-top, crumpled on the floor with the mysterious stains all over it.
“What happened to your shirt?” I puzzlingly asked, while pointing at it.
Her smile disappeared as she saw what I was pointing at.
“Oh…” she said, in a panicked voice as she seemed to struggle to collect her thoughts,
“… Ashton… bought a champagne bottle and… he exploded all over me… *I mean, he exploded* *it* all over me… you know, when he opened the bottle after shaking it…” she feebly said. “It was an accident … Sorry, I’m a bit hungover myself…” she said, as she rubbed her eyes and then quickly tossed the stain-drenched top into her suitcase. She innocently looked over at me, waiting to see how I’d respond. “Oh damn… sorry I missed the champagne. Although I doubt I could’ve taken any more drinks last night haha…” I groggily said.
I went to go take a long hot shower to help remedy my killer hangover. After I finished and got out, I saw Zoey texting on the bed.
“Hey babe,” she said, getting up as soon as she saw me. “There’s a work emergency my boss is texting me about. I have to get on a Skype call with him.” She started to quickly get dressed. “My boss also mentioned he knew that Ashton was here since he messaged him too. I’m going to go over to Ashton’s room and get on the Skype call with our boss…”
“Whoa whoa, wait, what?” I asked confusingly, my killer hangover not helping with processing what I was hearing… “What work emergency? Should I come and help too?” I concerningly asked.
“No, no…” she paused, and said, “its about a private project that only my company is working on — it has nothing to do with the collaborative project you and I were assigned too” she quickly mentioned. She hurriedly started doing her makeup in the mirror. “I know its your birthday but I promise to make it up to you”, she nonchalantly said, seemingly more concerned with how she looked in the mirror. Then, she swiftly put on a tight, short, dress I’ve never seen her wear before…?
“Nice dress…” I admiringly commented. “Thanks!”, she beamed with a smile, and with that, she left our room, closing the door behind her.
In the room next to ours, I heard the door open and then close… but no talking… which I thought was weird because wouldn’t they at least greet each other?
The silence continued…
I was starving at this point so I texted Zoey: *“Hey babe… if you need any help with consultation on whatever is happening with your project, let me know — I’d be more than happy to help. I’m going to go down to get breakfast. Hopefully you guys won’t be too long.”*.
In the other room, I faintly heard Zoey’s phone go off with the notification of my text I just sent.
No immediate reply.
I head down to get some breakfast when, 15 minutes later, I got a text back from her.
[I decided to upload screenshots of my texts with her so you could read them instead of me describing them….](https://www.erome.com/a/uhcIvnae)
As I read her last reply, a surge of jealousy mixed with horniness hit me… I didn’t really know what to say to that so I let it go. I was too hungover to process whatever emotions I was suddenly feeling… I mean, in retrospect, I think I chalked it up to not ever having experience with jealous feelings, so I kind of thought that that was what jealousy felt like? I don’t remember much afterwards because I started to drift off back to sleep, having another one of those really weird dreams…
[Chapter 4: The Awakening](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hlc28u/part_2_of_my_gf_and_i_went_on_vacation_everything/)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hlbrps/my_gf_and_i_went_on_vacation_everything_changed
That’s hot as fuck