Boy, 21: Love and Lust-Chapter 43: A little quickie- Pt 1 (a little 18+)

It was evening now.

The pool party had finally burned itself out.

The music faded into background noise. The crowd had thinned to just a few people. The air was cool now. The crazy energy that had once pulsed through the resort now settled into something quieter. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Zuri stepped out of the pool, a towel slung over her shoulder, her black hair damp and clinging to her skin.

She didn’t say much — just walked toward the building, her steps steady and purposeful.

Behind her followed Leon, stretching with a satisfied groan, his voice still buzzing with adrenaline.

"That party was lit. Like, way better than I thought it’d be."

Joren and Lana emerged just behind him, walking side by side. Joren ran a hand through his damp hair, still grinning.

"Yeah. It definetely exceeded my expectations."

Zuri gave him a sidelong glance as he spoke, brief and unreadable. Then she looked forward again, her expression smooth.

Lana didn’t notice. Or maybe she did and chose not to say anything.

The group entered the resort, the cool air brushing against their skin. No one spoke much as they stepped into the elevator. Just exhausted sighs and quiet hums.

When they reached their floor, they walked down the hallway in silence. The suite door clicked open. They filed in one by one.

Everyone withdrew to their separate rooms to take a bath and get some sleep, the rustle of towels and the quiet closing of doors were the only sounds that could be heard.

The day had ended.

What madness would tomorrow bring?

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The morning sun filtered through the resort’s tall windows, casting soft golden streaks across the suite’s floor. The air was quiet, save for the sound of the TV and the occasional rustle of movement.

Leon and Lucy sat on the couch, half-watching the highlights of a soccer match.

Leon and Lucy sat on the couch, half-watching the highlights of a soccer match.

Leon was clearly more invested, while Lucy looked like she was just there for the company — legs tucked under her, arms folded, eyes flicking between the screen and her nails.

Beside them, Zuri lay stretched out on the long couch, her head resting casually on Lucy’s lap. Her hair spilled over Lucy’s thighs, and her fingers scrolled lazily through her phone. She didn’t say much — just smirked and chuckled occasionally at whatever it was that she was reading.

Lucy’s hand rested lightly on Zuri’s shoulder, the other tapped rhythmically against her knee. Her mind wasn’t on the TV. It wasn’t on her phone. It was something else entirely — something quiet. Something that had to do with a certain "someone".

....

Joren hadn’t emerged yet.

He was still in his room, sprawled across the bed like a wasted gamer. The sheets were tangled around his legs, one arm flung over his eyes. He wasn’t asleep, but he wasn’t moving either.

From the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed faintly.

Lana was in the shower.

The room was quiet, save for the faint sound of water running in the bathroom.

Lana’s voice rang out through the steam.

"By the way, Joren... when do you plan on taking me out on that date?"

Joren blinked, not moving. "Doesn’t the outing count as a date?"

There was a pause — then her tone sharpened.

"It DEFINITELY doesn’t count as a date."

Joren frowned. "Why not?"

"Are you for real?" Her voice rang, tinged with growing irritation.

"You seriously think the outing Zuri invited you to — which she paid for — counts as our date?"

"​"I thought that was what we agreed on," he said, sitting up slightly.

​"It’s not," Lana snapped. "We agreed on a date during the outing, Joren, not that the outing itself was the date. I can’t believe—"

​Joren gave a loud, drawn-out groan. "Yeah, but there’s still time, isn’t there?"

"It’s already Saturday," she shot back. "We only have today and tomorrow left."

He sighed. "Fine."

The bathroom door creaked open, and Lana stepped out, wrapped in a towel that clung to her figure like it had a job to do. Her skin glistened from the steam, her hair damp.

"Good," she said sweetly — the kind of sweet that came with victory.

Then her tone flipped. "Now go get ready."

Joren blinked. "I am ready."

She narrowed her eyes, studying him. "Have you had your bath and brushed?"

He frowned. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Have you?" she asked again, arms crossed.

"Yes," he muttered. "I have. All that’s left is for you to get ready."

Lana smiled. "Okay."

She stepped toward the bed, her eyes locked on his.

"But first," she said, voice dropping to a playful whisper.

Her hands moved to loosen her towel and it fell without ceremony. Her naked body was now in the open: her large soft breasts and their pink tips which were already pebbled, both by the cold air in the room and growing arousal, the slickness which was beginning to form between her legs, which she didn’t even bother to hide.

She climbed the bed, straddling his hips, her pussy juice dripping onto his shorts.

Joren’s hands immediately moved to her hips to aid her movements as she begin grinding against his erection. He could feel how wet she was for him, even without foreplay.

His hands tightened their grip around her hips, pressing her down harder against the bulge in his shorts.

The feel of his dick twitching, aching to feel (and fill) her hole, made her shudder lightly, and she picked up her pace searching for that sweet friction only his dick could give.

Leaning foward, she whispered into his ear as her hips grinded, her breasts pressing against his chest.

"how about we have a little quickie?"

....

Meanwhile, back in the living room.

Leon was glued to the TV, eyes wide as the soccer match played out in dramatic slow motion. His foot tapped rhythmically against the floor, synced with the commentary.

Lucy sat beside him, arms folded, her expression unimpressed.

"I still don’t get what men like in soccer," she said, frowning. "What’s so interesting about twenty-two sweaty dudes kicking a ball around?"

Leon didn’t look away. "It’s not just random dudes kicking a ball. It’s—" He paused, then waved a hand. "You know what, you wouldn’t understand."

Lucy turned to him, eyebrow raised. "Really now?"

"Yes," Leon said, nodding. "You couldn’t understand the passion of the game, the joy of winning, the—"

"Ah—Aah!... Nnh!..."

Leon blinked. "What was that?"

Zuri didn’t flinch, and neither did Lucy. Their eyes flicked toward the stairs.

Leon looked around. "Where’s that sound coming from?"

Neither Zuri nor Lucy answered.

The gasp came again — louder this time.

"Ohh... yes!... harder...."

Leon’s eyes widened. "That sounds like... moaning."

Zuri sighed, still scrolling. "Don’t think too much into it."

Leon turned to her. "Are you sure? What if it’s serious or something?"

Zuri didn’t look up. "I told you not to bother about it."

Leon’s mouth opened slightly to speak, but closed soon after.

All the while, Lucy’s eyes remained fixed on the stairs, her face unreadable.