Stick to the Plan

Ch.2: Sun and Fun🏐

After packing up all my stuff and carrying it, I followed this lovely stranger to the volleyball courts, admiring her back muscles of all things. She had a defined indent going down her back, and it reminded me of an ex of mine. I was always obsessed with subtle muscle definition. I have no idea why.

"I forgot to introduce myself! God I'm such an idiot. My name's Morgan. What's yours?" Morgan asked me cordially, looking back at me and waiting for me to catch up. I snapped out of my daydreaming.

"My name is Emery. Nice to meet you, Morgan," I said, sticking my hand out for her to shake. She paused in walking to do so, and the many electrifying sparks that flew up my arm at her firm touch were unprecedented. The skin of her palm was so soft and smooth.

I wondered what the rest of her felt like.

"We're almost there," Morgan told me. I didn't care how long it was taking to get there. I liked walking by her side, snatching occasional glances at her perfect profile. I liked surveying that body, those muscles, and especially those abs. I could even see them from the side!

Jesus I needed to stop.

When we got to the sandy courts, I was introduced to Morgan's two other friends; Parker and Josie. Parker was a tall, slim white boy with fluffy brown hair and a six pack. Josie was a sepia-skinned beauty with long brown, almost black hair trailing down her back. I got jealous for a second, thinking that maybe Josie was dating Morgan.

"Hey guys! I brought someone, as promised. Meet Emery, our star player for the day. You can be on my team," Morgan said, shooting me a dazzling smile that I wasn't prepared for.

I practically melted on the inside.

"Hey, Emery! Nice to meet you!" Josie chimed, and my jealousy immediately flew away as she leaned on Parker, who was waving at me. I waved back, smiling, elated.

That meant Morgan was all mine. Well, hopefully.

As if reading my thoughts, Morgan looked at me and shot me a smirk. I felt a sensation begin to form in my lower abdomen at the sight of it. Butterflies already? I've only known her for 20 seconds!

Morgan held out her palm and I high-fived it before she said,

"Ready to whoop that ass?"

I nodded eagerly. I might not be athletic, but I certainly inherited that competitive nature from my mom. After removing my sunglasses just in case they got broken, I got in my position and put my hands on my knees, ready for the game.

Josie served a perfect serve. She must've played some volleyball in high school or something, because Morgan almost wasn't ready for it. But I had doubted her. Morgan jumped up, and spiked the ball to the other side as hard as she could, arm muscles flexing in the gleaming sun, the sand making a soft 'oof' sound as the ball hit it.

"Get that shit outta here!" Morgan exclaimed excitedly, flexing her arms again and beaming at me. I watched with bated breath, thoroughly impressed. That sensation down below seemed to be moving... lower.

I held my hand up high for another high-five. Our hands collided in the air epically.

The next serve was on Morgan. She tossed the ball high and then catapulted it into Josie and Parker's dominion. Parker dove low and bumped it. I ran up to hit it, surprising myself by getting it over the net. Next Josie gave it a powerful smack, but Morgan was there to protect me. She smacked it right back, earning us the point.

"Yessss!" she hissed, shaking her hand from the impact. I couldn't contain my victorious smile. I'd actually done it! Had I impressed Morgan at all?

"That was incredible, my guy. Give it up," Morgan said to my satisfaction, holding out her fist for me to bump. I bumped it, blowing it up afterwards. She giggled.

"Are you girlies gonna focus on the game?" Josie called from the other side. Morgan smacked her lips.

"Two and o, Josie, two and o," Morgan tutted, and I held a hand over my mouth to stifle the laughter.

The next few serves were fun. I wanted to see what I could do, and Morgan let me. She wasn't anywhere near a ball hog, even though her skills on the court were magnificent.

Sometimes Josie or Parker would score on us, but that didn't happen often. Morgan was just fucking amazing at this. Every single time she would jump up as high as she could to make sure the ball didn't touch the ground over here, and I found it so attractive. I also found that the wetness pooling on the inside of my thighs wasn't just sweat.

Eventually, Josie and Parker called it quits when we were up ten, electing for a dip instead.

"Sounds like a divine idea, if you admit you lost," Morgan teased. Sticking out her tongue and bouncing the ball in her hand. The final score was 15-5; a total wipeout.

"Alright, fine! You won! Happy now?" Josie asked, sticking her tongue out right back. These two were pretty entertaining.

"You know Morgan's gotta have all the glory at all times. Isn't that right, Mo?" Parker asked before Morgan picked up a handful of sand, ducked under the net, and launched it at him. He dashed towards the sea, and we all ran after him.

The water was amazingly cool against my sweaty, tired skin. It engulfed me, caressed me like a lover, took me in. I felt so at peace in this moment, so at home for the first time since I moved here.

And then I got completely obliterated by a huge wave.

After it passed, I came up coughing and sputtering, and my curls were drenched. I looked around to find Morgan walking towards me in the water, shaking her wet hair back and forth, salt water droplets flying everywhere.

"You okay?" Morgan asked, concern taking over her face.

"Yeah I'm good. Just a wave. No big deal," I said, smoothing my hair back from my eyes, feeling the water sting, desperately trying to play it cool and probably failing.

But if Morgan noticed, I couldn't tell, cause she just held out her fist for me to pound again before diving into the next wave without even a glimpse of hesitation or fear.

Such a free spirit. I longed to be that way too.

As I got blasted by the next one, I started to warm up to it. It's not like I couldn't swim. It was actually kinda fun, being out here with Morgan and her friends, fitting right into the group perfectly. It felt good.

Really good.

I watched as Morgan came back up from the waves, and then, to my surprise, she took my hand and pulled me in deeper.

"Don't worry, I got you. I won't let you fall," Morgan coaxed, giving me heart palpitations as the next huge wave came. But they weren't from the fear of the arcing water. I held steadily onto her hand, feeling the warmth and confidence seep into me.

We jumped.