At around 1AM, the bus pulled to a stop outside the motel. It was only a few miles away from the campus, so it wouldn’t take us too long in the morning to get dressed and make it there by 8AM, the time of the first events. Of course, I was scheduled for one of those early morning events – an impromptu speech that would last anywhere between 5 and 7 minutes. The bus shuddered to a halt and Amy blinked up at me, smiling, and we untangled ourselves from the blanket as the rest of the bus roused to our coach, Jack, yelling for everyone to get off and get to bed. Sleep was important to Jack – he always said that those who got no sleep would get no medals.
“I’ll see you later then,” Amy said as she rolled her shoulders. Her friend, Deanne, waved her hand and Amy smiled at me before turning away and following her bestie down the aisle. I waited for a few moments before I gathered my things and disembarked.
We collected our bags and found chairs and couches in the foyer while Jack checked us in. I plopped myself down next to Mick, my rooommate, who was already falling asleep again, his bearded chin bouncing against his hoodie with a rumbling snore. Amy and Deanne were close together, whispering with the random giggle – and I could have sworn I saw Deanne glancing my way with a curious, almost odd expression on her face. But when her eyes flicked away, I figured it must have been an optical illusion of some kind. She and I had never really gotten along. Too similar, I suppose.
“Alright guys, here are your keys, asses up at 6 and meet down here for coffee before we get going. Anybody late is going to be left behind.” Jack passed out the cards for our rooms as he gave his standard spiel – he always threatened it, but never actually left anyone behind. He was the kind of coach that would order a cab to make sure one of his kids got to their round on time. I took the key and Mick and I headed down the hallway towards our room. Two doors down, Deanne and Amy disappeared into their room. I paused for a moment as I stared and Mick had to give me a small jab from behind. “C’mon, let’s go, I’m gonna collapse if I have to stand out here any longer.”
“Yeah yeah.” I opened the door and revealed the standard, shitty motel room that we were consigned to for the next two nights. Two twin beds that probably came from the 50’s. A small TV that didn’t seem to know it was the 21st century with the rabbit ears coming out of the top. Yellowed curtains that probably hadn’t seen a cleaning since the Nixon adminstration.
Mick was out of it within five minutes. He threw his bag to the side of the room, collapsed onto the bed and was snoring soon after. I couldn’t sleep though. What had happened on the bus was whirling around my mind. I hung both mine and Mick’s suits up in the closet, took care of some maintenance in the bathroom, and then sat on my own bed, still wide awake.
“Fuck this.” I needed to move around. Maybe taking a quick walk would calm me down. I grabbed my card and exited the room. The motel halls were tombstone quiet and I was as stealthy as possible as I walked down back to the foyer, where I had seen a couple of vending machines.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when I saw Amy standing at one, wearing a cute set of pink pajamas. They form fitted her legs and thighs, and she had a button down top with long sleeves. As I approached she looked up at me and smiled. “Hey Elliott, couldn’t sleep?”
“Nope,” I replied as I leaned up against the wall. “I guess I have my events on my mind. I’m still worried about my Informative.”
“You’ll get it down pat, I’m sure. It’s a good speech,” she said as she bent down to pull a candy bar out of the machine. As she leaned over, her perky ass stretched out her pajama pants, creating a crease right between her cheeks. I couldn’t help myself – I reached out and squeezed one of those soft asscheeks and she pushed herself back into me briefly before standing up straight and turning around.
“You did say I could repay you later,” I said with a smile. She giggled musically at that comment and stepped into me, pressing her tits against my lower chest and staring up with her soft blue eyes. “Let’s go,” she whispered.
We walked back down the hall together – she passed my door and went to hers. “Deanne is sleeping,” she whispered as she slid her card into the reader. There was a soft click and we entered her room. It was laid out exactly the same as mine was. Deanne was still save the steady breathing that comes with a deep slumber. I closed the door behind me as Amy sat down on her bed and looked to me. In the dark, I could barely make her out and I almost tripped on her bag as I came to the bed. She giggled again as I almost fell on top of her. The bed squealed slightly and we both looked over to Deanne. The sleeping girl shifted and pulled the covers up over her neck, rolling over so her back was to us. Amy looked back at me and licked her lips.
“Lay back,” I whispered. Amy complied, resting her head back against the pillows. I placed my hands on her thighs and pushed them apart, nuzzling my head against her stomach. I unbuttoned her shirt and slid my hands up onto her tummy, then further up to the bottoms of her soft, round, small tits. Her nipples were already rock hard and I felt her shiver and then heard her gasp as I kissed her stomach and then moved down to her waistband. Her tits were so delicate and delightful under my palms and I could feel her hard nipples press into my skin as I massaged them. She giggled again when I took the laces of her pants between my teeth and I pulled, unlacing them. Then with one smooth, quiet motion, I brought my hands down and pulled her pajamas off of her legs, tossing them to the floor.
I could feel the heat of her pussy on my face as I descended between her legs. And as I placed one finger on her moist slit, I realized she had forgone any panties. She quivered as I slid my index finger up and down her pussy lips, feeling the juice coat my digit. “I love a good late night snack,” I murmured and flicked my tongue out, just grazing the top of her clit. Her body shook and I could tell she was pressing her head into the pillow, and I flicked her clit again. Her juice was warm and gooey, with that pleasant salty taste of a young cunt, and I rolled my tongue around her hard nub three or four more times before sliding it down to between her pussy lips. She gasped and I felt her thighs tighten on my ears as I began to lick her vagina up and down repeatedly, slowly and tenderly. She stiffened and relaxed, tightened and released, as I tormented her with my soft wet tongue before finally pushing her folds aside and inserting myself inside of her hot, tight tunnel. I felt her hand grasp my head, rolling her fingers through my hair, as I began to tongue fuck her with that same deliberate pace.
My cock, already slightly worn from earlier, was rock solid and aching again. But I wanted to feel her cum all over my face, I wanted her to have to hold back her moans to keep from waking Deanne, and I kept up my ministrations while I could hear her gasping and mewing lightly. I flicked my eyes upwards and saw her holding her head up, looking down at me, lips parted, tongue just barely visible. “Oh fuck Elliot, fuck, yes, lick me right there,” she was saying with an audible tremor in her voice. I obliged, and added a finger, sliding it inside of her just underneath my tongue and I felt her thighs squeeze hard at the added sensation.
Minutes passed as I continued to eat her deliciously sweet cunt. I kept my other hand busy with massaging and toying with her small breasts, while finger and tongue fucking her at the same time. Then I heard her breaths become short, her fingers in my hair grasping tightly, her legs squeezed hard, and I felt her hips begin to shake. I redoubled my efforts and was soon rewarded by a hot river of juice that began to pour like a waterfall from her cunt directly onto my tongue, and I knew I had gotten her off. I kept up my licking and sucking and fingering for a few more moments, forcing every last bit of pleasure I could out of her climax, until I finally felt her legs and body relax.
I gave her pussy one more long loving tongue kiss, kissed the insides of her thighs, and then kissed my way up her stomach to her tits. Each nipple got a tongue bath as she giggled quietly, and then I kissed her gently on the lips. “Gotta be in my room when Mick wakes up,” I said quietly. “Mmm, I hope you sleep well Elliott,” she replied, patting my cheek. “I know I will.”
“Put your pants on, girl,” I said as I clambered off the bed. I picked up her pajamas and tossed them to her – she caught them with a smile. I leaned over, kissed her forehead, and exited the room to head back to mine. Amy pulled her covers up and closed her eyes. The last thing I saw before I closed the door was Deanne, having rolled over so she was facing up, eyes lit up by the hallway lights, staring right at me. I smiled, winked, and shut the door.
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