Take it Easy - Chapter Four: Waking Up is Hard to Do - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter Four: Waking Up is Hard to Do

In an effort to make it easier to get out of bed, I had set my alarm clock to play a random song from a playlist of my favorites instead of an annoying buzzer. Although that makes the process more enjoyable, I'm still not exactly a morning person. Nevertheless, I forced myself out of bed and blindly pulled clothes from my dresser. While I dressed, I consoled myself with the fact that the first day of school is all about learning the rules for the umpteenth time: I wouldn't have any homework. I trudged, zombie-like, to the bathroom, and saw that Nicole was still asleep when I passed her room. For whatever reason, she sleeps like a male college student. Being that this was the first day of school, I had to wake her up. I shook off my drowsiness and took a flying leap onto her bed. "Nicole, it's the first day of school! Aren't you excited?!" "Fuck off!" She replied, attempting to dislodge me from the bed while desperately holding on to the covers. "Not getting rid of me that easily!" I grinned as I threw the covers off of her. "Aaron!" She shrieked. "Don't wanna be late on the first day!" I said in an annoying sing-songy voice. Nicole grumbled a lot, but she got up from her bed and shooed me out of the room so she could dress. I completed my usual morning routine and headed downstairs for breakfast. "Morning!" My mom said cheerfully from the kitchen. I think she, like all of us, wanted to forget the events of the night before and had chosen to move on. "Morning, mom. What's for ...

... breakfast?" "Scrambled eggs and bacon." "Awesome." I sat down to eat. Have I mentioned that my mom's a great cook? She is. After Nicole and I finished breakfast, we said goodbye to mom and got in my car. "What are we listening to today, MC Nicky?" I asked Nicole. Fortunately, we have very similar taste in music (despite her being a teenage girl, who usually have the worst taste in music), so we don't often argue about what to listen to. "I'm thinking we roll up bumpin' some gangsta rap, dawg." She said. "F'sho, homie." I handed her my phone to look for music. Nicole plugged the auxiliary cable into my phone and started scrolling through my library of music. I was surprised when some stupid One Direction song started playing. "The fuck?!" I yelped. "I do NOT own that song!" Nicole laughed and put some other music on. When we were only a couple minutes away from school, one of my favorite songs came on: "Gimme the Loot" by the Notorious B.I.G., may he rest in peace. I am proud to know all of the lyrics to this song, so I turned the volume up to disturbing-the-peace levels and lowered all the windows. "My man Inf left a tec and a nine at my crib/ turned his self in he had to do a bid/ a one-to-three, he be home the end of '93/ I'm ready to get this paper G, you with me?" I rapped in time with the music. After that, the lyrics contain a bunch of words that I'm not really supposed to say, but I did anyway. When we drove past the groups of students making their way in, many of them ...