Nora's Tale: 5 - Dawn Breaks, and So Does Lauren - Sex Stories

Nora's Tale: 5 - Dawn Breaks, and So Does Lauren

... clenched my thighs, buried my face deeper, and tried to restrain my shaking body. After it passed, the hazy warmth of my orgasm began to weigh me down, lulling me back to sleep. I snuggled myself closer to Lauren, and let the night take me once more. When I awoke to the sound of Lauren’s alarm clock, I could only vaguely recall our moment the night before. Even still, it hardly made an impression on me. Lauren and I were best friends, and nothing was going to change that, not even sleep-drunken mutual masturbation. Neither of us spoke as we untangled ourselves, then began to groggily prepare for the sport that occasionally had us waking up at “shit thirty” in order to enjoy it. We dressed in our bikinis and skin tops, each of us keeping a casual eye on the other’s movements. Then grabbing our towels, we tiptoed quietly out of the house to retrieve our surfboards. After that, it was a short trek to the dark beach, yet to be illuminated by the diffused rays of dawn. We sat silently together in the sand, watching the horizon, waiting for the monster waves to show themselves, putting off the moment of stepping into the cold ocean water. We didn’t often speak on mornings like this, and the quiet often made the experience more dream-like. Suddenly, Lauren broke the blissful peace hanging over us. “So…” she said in her sleep-roughened voice. “Who’s Levi?” I was shocked by her question and glanced sharply at her, barely visible in the dark morning. Lauren laughed. “You were saying ...

... his name last night,” she said, her voice gaining strength with each word. “Whispering and moaning it.” She grinned at me. “He must be some stallion. I’ve never heard you do that before.” Unspoken was the way I rode her leg to orgasm, but I knew that to be on her mind as well. I certainly wouldn’t have done that had I not been dreaming of said stallion. Well, no need to find an opening now, I thought. “He’s… my new neighbor,” I said, then proceeded to tell her all about my weekend. As I spoke, I could see the hazy light of dawn starting to break out across the sky. It illuminated Lauren’s strained, attentive face. I paused, afraid I might have been telling her too much. But when I did, a look of such demand came into her eyes that I knew I had to continue. When I finished, Lauren was staring at me, lips slightly parted, breath ragged. Dawn had finally made its full appearance, allowing me to see the flush to her skin and a sheen of perspiration on her forehead. “So… you’re taking a gap year?” was the first thing she said in a laboured, impassioned voice. I laughed nervously and nodded. “Oh God Nora, that was so damn hot!” Lauren groaned, quite apparently sexually frustrated. She stood suddenly and hurried out to sea with her board. I followed a little unsurely behind her. We paddled a good distance out, but it soon became clear that whatever large waves we had expected were in fact quite pathetic. I lied belly-down on my longboard, eyes closed, thinking I might as well rest ...