A literotic sexstories: Curse of the Incubi Ch. 01 by profanity89 ,
Hey All, as always, any feedback is always greatly appreciated. This has been an idea that I’ve been toying with for awhile now. Finally had some time to get it all down and written out. If you have any ideas on how the story should progress, please send them my way! xprofanity89@gmail
Spring break… I’ve never really done much during school break, or any other break for that matter, other than a few church camps here and there during high school.
This year, my dorm mate, Jeremy, invited a bunch of people down to his dad’s condo, or penthouse as he puts it, in Cancun. From what I hear, his place is ginormous, with plenty of room for over a dozen people. Honestly, the whole situation sounded a bit uncomfortable, but interesting at the same time.
It’s been a rough first year at school. College is a totally different beast than high school. Paying my own way through college really takes a beating on you, not to mention the workload of papers, tests, and assignments.
After numerous attempts from Jeremy trying to me to go down, he finally offered to pay for my flight. Must be nice having a dad who’s rich…
Depleting all of my PTO from work, and taking a small advance, I had just enough fun money to get me through the week.
Throughout high school, I never really had many good friends. I was the ‘pastor’s’ kid. Most of my friends were from church.
I was never allowed to go out late with friends or even have a girlfriend for that matter. I was liked by many, but most of my relationships at school never grew past the acquaintances stage. I was always the nice, quiet, modest and awkward kid, ‘Mr. Goodie-to-shoes’ you could say. I had ‘Christian’ stamped in my forehead.
Going to college away from my family was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I loved my family. Being thrown into such a liberal school all at once was overwhelming. It was hard to connect with anyone. Thankfully, possibly just due to the fact he was my dorm mate, Jeremy became a pretty good friend. We had a few classes together and hit up the gym every morning.
Never been much of a gym guy, but I recently took a liking into it. I didn’t really have much of a gym body yet. I’m pretty tall and skinny, wouldn’t go as far as saying lanky, but I think I look decent, average as you would say. I’m in decent shape, I even have the subtle onset of a six pack coming in. From what I’ve learned through sex ed at high school, I’d say I’m dead center average.
As to girls, I wouldn’t even know where to start. Sure I fantasized about them, but I had no idea how to have a conversation with one, nonetheless go out on a date with one. I think a few of the friends I’ve made so far, that are girls, think I’m either gay, just disinterested in them, or that I actually enjoy just being in the ‘friend’s zone’. I was hoping this trip would get me out of my bashful, awkward shell. I think that’s why Jeremy wanted me to come along.
With the flight leaving in the early afternoon, our day would mainly be full of just traveling. The trip to the airport was pretty quick, there was a full van load of us, I was already starting to get a bit overwhelmed.
I was sitting in the back of the van with Stephanie. She was gorgeous. At just over 5 feet, she couldn’t have weighed more than 90 pounds. Her long blond braided hair reached all the way down to her small, yet firm looking backside. And geeze did she have a pair of melons. The amount of cleavage she was showing would never be allowed at my dad’s church.
For most of the ride, she leaned up against the row in front of us, chatting with one of her friends, Rachel, and Brett, who lived in the room next to me and Jeremy. For most of the ride, I couldn’t help but bashfully watch her backside, getting glimpses of her bright red lace panties.
Finally making it to the airport, we were met with an hour and a half long line at the airport security line. Thankfully, we arrived with plenty of time.
Stepping away from the group I gave my dad a quick call.
“Hey Ben,” he said quickly picking up the phone.
“Hey Dad!” I replied somewhat relieved to hear his voice. “Just wanted to let you know I made it to the gate. Should be boarding the plane here soon.”
“Glad to hear,” my dad said, “Have fun on your trip. Should be absolutely beautiful down there.”
“Yeah!” I replied. “I’m looking forward to it…”
“Well, have fun kiddo,” he replied, “Just remember, be responsible, and always ask yourself, What Would Jesus Do. I trust ya.”
“Will do dad,” I replied, “Tell mom and Jess I love them for me.”
“Will do bud,” he replied. “Love Ya!”
“Love you too,” I replied, feeling ever so slightly less homesick.
The flight started boarding right on time. As they started calling those in first class to bored, Jeremy waved me over.
“Dude!” he yelled, “Let’s go!”
Looking down at my ticket, I didn’t notice it was first class. “Dude!” I said walking towards Jeremy throwing my backpack over my shoulder. “Seriously?!”
“Yeah man,” he replied with a smile. “Only way to travel!”
Man did Jeremy have it all. Money, good looks, and a swagger about him that all the ladies loved. I could only imagine what it would be like to live his life.
Taking our seats, we were quickly welcomed and offered a drink.
“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” the flight attendant asked us.
“We’ll both take a Jack and Coke,” Jeremy blurted out before I could have a say.
“Two Jack and Cokes coming up,” Replied the flight attendant with a gleaming smile.
“I thought you had to be 21 to get a drink?” I asked Jeremy softly.
“They really don’t care on international flights in first class,” he replied, “I do it all the time.”
“That’s cool…” I replied hesitantly, never actually having a sip of liquor in my entire life.
Yeah… I know, 20 and I’ve never had a drop. First, I’ve never been offered before. Second, I’ve never really wanted anything to do with it in the first place. My dad is always talking about how it leads to bad things. And lastly, my dad has always said, don’t even think about it until your 21. I know what your thinking. How’s that even possible? I don’t really know. That’s just how I’ve been raised I guess… I guess that also explains the whole… virgin thing too. That’s one of the biggest no-nos in the church. One should never until there are married. I’ve always agreed, but, lately, I haven’t been sharing my views as much with others as I have in the past.
There were a total of 8 of us on the plane together and another 5 meeting us there. I think the total count that was staying at the condo was 7 guys and 6 girls. I didn’t know that going in… I told my dad it was just gonna be a bunch of us guys.
From what I can tell, 8 of them are couples. Rachel, Stephanie, Jeremy, and Brett were the only single ones. Jeremy and Brett are your average frat pledge guys, I just knew I was going to be the odd one out on the trip.
As the flight attendant dropped by a couple cans of coke, she gave each of us a couple extra Jack’s to mix in.
Pouring half of the little bottle into my glass of cola, I offered Jeremy my remaining bottles.
“Dude, they’re all yours,” he replied as he set the bottles back down on my tray while pouring what’s left of the half empty bottle into my glass, “Loosen up a bit, you could use it.”
“I- I, ok…” I replied hesitantly. “I suppose I do…”
“Cheer’s,” he said raising his glass to mine, clinking them together, “To a fun and relaxing 5 days in paradise…”
“Cheers!” I said taking a sip of the potent drink.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. It was actually pretty good. As the movie played I continued drinking, getting more and more used to it. Adding more and more whiskey as I added more coke.
About an hour into the flight I was really starting to feel it. Geeze did I feel like the plane was spinning. I couldn’t get my eyes to focus on the movie.
Making my way to the bathroom, stumbling down the aisle, I quickly shut the door behind, vomiting into the toilet.
I felt horrible. I can see why my dad was against the stuff.
Cleaning myself up the best I could, I made my way back to my seat, closing my eyes trying to stop the spinning.
Waking up with Jeremy tugging at my arm, I caught the last bit of what the pilot said over the speakers. We were getting ready to make our descent.
“Dude,” he said laughing, “you were out. We’re almost there.”
“I… what?” I said waking from my dazed state, head pulsating in my skull, “Did I fall asleep?”
“Haha!” Jeremy laughed, “Yeah bud, I think you tossed your cookies earlier too, you gotta pace yourself next time.”
“If there’s a next time…” I said rubbing my head.
Grabbing a cup of coffee from the flight attendant, I tried to pull myself back together.
Opening my window share I nearly blinded myself. As my eyes slowly focused, all I could see was miles and miles of blue glistening water. It was stunning.
During the decent, there was a bit of turbulence. That didn’t help my already sore aching head.
I’ve never been so glad to finally be back on the ground and back in fresh air.
Customs was a hassle, eventually making it to baggage claim. Walking towards the conveyor belt, there was a well-dressed man in a black suit and tie holding a sign that read ‘Jeremy’.
In a confused looked I glanced over at Jeremy.
“That our ride?” I asked Jeremy pointing to the man.
“Sure is,” he said, excited to get out of the airport.
Grabbing our bags, we followed the driver out of the airport. Awaiting us on the curb was a pristine black limo.
“Duuuude,” I said as we walked towards the car.
“My dad’s known the driver for years,” Jeremy told the group.
Loading up the limo, we all got in. There was a bottle of champagne sitting in a wine chiller with a bunch of glasses along the side wall.
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