Morgan glanced at the clock. 10:16 a.m. She sighed. She had to go to class in an hour. Ugh, and it was a lecture day. She didn�t know if she could endure an hour and a half of listening to some old dude with coke bottle spectacles drone on about the significance of Homeric similes. Slowly, Morgan laid Apolo�s arms at his sides, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Rising, Morgan yawned wide and stretched out her cramped body, her torso lifting towards the sky. Sex always had the power of making her feel empowered as if she could accomplish any dilemma thrown her way. Perhaps, that�s why she needed a regular fix of it. Yup, it would be a good day to say the least.
�You shouldn�t have stretched like that.�
Morgan turned around to face a weary eyed Apolo, adorable sleep creases pressed on his cheek and the sexiest bed head yet to date. Those thick locks of hair now wildly messed about among the stark whiteness of pillow. �And why not? This is my bedroom, you know.�
�Because, you�ve made me�uh��
�Excited?�
�Heh, just a bit.� Apolo bit down on his lower lip, revealing his boyish, innocent smile.
�Yeah, I can see that,� she replied, her eyes darting to his aroused crotch, then back up to his mischievous face. �Boy scouts could set up camp under that sheet.�
Apolo laughed. Morgan could feel her knees immediately grow weak. Don�t laugh like that. I just
might have to maul you if you keep it up.
�Well, keep your zambonie off the ice, mister. I�ve got class in like, an hour and there�s no way that I�m scabbing notes off Lauren again.�
�Awww, c�mon, why not? You�ve got this class to the end of the semester; I�m here for only two weeks. I�m sure Lauren wouldn�t mind,� he whimpered, propping himself up on the pillow.
�That�s not the principle of the thing. I don�t want to have my life controlled by my hormones. I already have enough things to deal with, and having to resist you in all your�your�dripping with sexiness glory�a girl can only take so much, you know. And, anyway, don�t you have somewhere to be today?�
Apolo rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed. �Shit, I do. I totally forgot. I�ve got this magazine interview thing at 12.�
�See, I�d be happy to fuck like bunnies all day, but sadly my good friend, that is not possible as we both are very different people,� Morgan laughed as she started towards the bathroom.
�And opposites always attract!� shouted Apolo, catching Morgan from behind as he hugged her, his hands roaming the curves of her hips. He playfully kissed her along her neckline.
She couldn�t help but giggle under his swift touch. So completely puppy like and silly in one light, and a total man, full of wants, desires, dreams, and goals in another. Morgan couldn�t decide which one she preferred as she felt the warm morning sunshine beaming down on the two of them.
�Uh, Apolo?�
�Yeah?� he mumbled, his lips now gliding over her shoulders.
�What are we doing?� asked Morgan, turning around to face him.
�What do you mean?�
�I mean�� she started as she ran her fingers through his hair, �the two of us. We promised nothing serious, and I don�t have a problem with just, you know, having fun while you�re home.�
�Yeah, fun is a good thing. Even Olympians deserve to have a little down time,� Apolo smiled, his hard-on rubbing against her upper thigh.
�And dearie, how many condoms are in the box?�
�I hate word problems,� he replied, causing Morgan to sweetly laugh. �I don�t know, ten or something.�
�Well, I suggest you get one. No wait. Make that two or three. It�ll be a long morning in the shower I suppose. Sometimes, being water logged is inevitable.� She carefully watched him hurry to the bedside table. Morgan grinned. Damn. Thank you God for making the perfect ass. I owe you one.