…Shame

Room 605

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

After his third series of knocks, the slim young man pulled off his glasses to inspect them. He’d just finished blowing off a speck of something when the door finally cracked open. Replacing his glasses, the waiting man faced his housemate as he prepared to perform a task he definitely didn’t want to do.

“Barn? It’s kinda early. Everything okay?” August Sneed questioned.

“I thought you’d like to know that Peyton came by last night when the ball shut down. She came looking for Finn as he was still missing. Nobody seemed to know where he went last night. Were you aware that even Teresa demanded my keycard to check our room?” Barney inquired in his usual pleasant voice.

“Uh, no. Didn’t he go off somewhere with Farah?”

“That’s the last anyone saw him. He never returned to our room last night,” Barney confirmed. “Oh, it sounded as if Lana also vanished after storming out of the ballroom.”

“Ah, there you have it! Lana tracked Finn down, and they made up,” Auggie speculated, nearly glancing back into his room before stopping halfway.

"Highly unlikely. Peyton said that Lacey had started to help her search for Finn after she returned from the hospital with her parents. I think they were as worried as me or more. So, if they had found Finn, I should've heard something back."

“Hey, don’t get too concerned. I’m sure Finn is fine. Maybe he just had too much and passed out in a bed somewhere,” Auggie suggested, knowing how Barney often played the worrywart around their house in Arbor Corners.

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like Finn. Maybe his dad or a different friend of ours…such as Eoin. Oh, right. I should probably mention that Peyton primarily came this way to bring Eoin to his room. He could barely walk.”

“Peyton brought Eoin up here?” Auggie repeated with shifting eyes.

“Yes, she did. They were heading toward your room since you’re sharing it with Eoin, you know. Luckily, I was worried enough about Finn that I opened the door when I heard Eoin bang against the wall while attempting to drunkenly hit on Peyton. As you might expect, she wasn’t thrilled about the situation.”

“And what happened with Eoin?” Auggie asked, showing a hint of nervousness.

“Fortunately, while I talked with Peyton, he wandered into my room, where he passed out on Finn’s bed,” Barney recounted before a long pause. “Eoin did so while I told Peyton to let him sleep in here because you had a guest.”

“A guest? Why would you think that?”

“Because I know you have one. Peyton seemed quite surprised. You know she’s a suspicious person and likes to know all the facts. Gets that from her grandpa. So, once Pey gets some time on her hands to think about it, she’s going to wonder who you had in your hotel room. Her first suspects will be our friends from Zurbrugg. And it will take only a comment to Lana or Kiki before everyone starts to wonder who you hooked up with,” Barney explained matter-of-factly.

“Kiki? Oh, shit. She’ll launch an inquisition!” Auggie exclaimed about his childhood friend.

“You know, I didn’t sleep well. Besides worrying about Finn, I also had to keep an ear out for Eoin getting up. We all know how he is. Passes out on the couch in our living room, passes out at the girls’ place, and so on before waking up to take a piss or get some water before staggering back to his bedroom. It’s a regular occurrence for him,” Barney rattled off. “That means it’s only a matter of time before he wakes up and staggers back to his room next door.”

“Ah, yeah, I see how–” Auggie began to say before he got interrupted by a hand nudging him from behind to step aside.

An athletic teenager with wildly messed-up bedhead slid past Auggie to step into the hallway. Finished, she attempted to smooth her dark brown bob with one hand while tugging up her dress with the other. The very short, strapless, sequined brown mini-dress appeared to have been wadded up in a ball and kicked around the room multiple times. Or that’s what popped into Barney’s mind upon seeing the wrinkled dress on the soccer star’s body.

“Thanks for playing lookout, Barn,” Iona said, half-hugging her brother’s old friend while kissing him on the cheek. “That’s another one I owe you.”

Waiting for Eoin's little sister to clear the corner and reach safety, Barney shook his head while Auggie gritted his teeth. Barney might not notice how tight and toned Iona's body looked in her skimpy dress as he still pictured her as a little kid. Auggie had no issues; he only met the hyperactive girl a few years ago.

“Seriously?” Barney’s one-word question came across as loaded with facts and arguments.

“I don’t know how it happened, Barn. I swear!” Auggie insisted upon seeing his friend’s dubious expression. “She came after me!”

“Pey’s going to figure it out. I doubt she believed my saying I didn’t know the person’s identity. And when she knows…”

“Kiki, Lana, Finn, Zaylie, Jamie-Lynn–” Auggie listed until Barney cut him off.

“Don’t forget the person most likely to punch you. Okay, the one after Kiki,” Barney clarified.

“Oh, she’s definitely going to punch and kick me for being so stupid,” Auggie groaned before changing the subject. “Hey, let me throw some clothes on, and I’ll help you look for Finn.”

“No, take a shower first,” Barney directed, twitching his nose at the scent of Iona’s perfume. “Then, wake up Eoin. He can finish sleeping in his room. I’m headed down to see what I can find out at breakfast.”

---

Room 620

The water cascaded through the dark locks of hair and across the woman’s olive skin. It flowed down the curves of her ample breasts, wide hips, and toned ass. Although the hot shower worked wonders in comforting Gabriela’s worn-out body, it did little to soothe her troubled soul.

A thirst for adventure and sexual experiences had led to many mortifying mornings and walks of shame. However, Gabby knew she crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed last night. She had sex with–check that, she fucked her son last night. She'd fucked him along with the once sweet, shy girl whose virginity he took only days before. And then, when Jeff walked in, that sweet, shy girl worked like an experienced succubus to shut up any of her husband's shocked protests at seeing his son and wife rutting in the bed.

Jeff’s been furious in the past when I screwed somebody who I shouldn’t have. He sure broke some stuff when he learned I was fucking Cooper. He said the neighbor’s kid, who’s the brother of Jared’s closest friend, was too close to home. And then, he snapped after I fucked Sean. Jeff said the son of an old friend was dangerous and could end friendships. Well, Jared is in our home, and we could lose everything if this came out.

Working the soap along her arms, Gabby lathered more to apply to her stomach. It's not just Jeff; how's Jared going to react? Will he still respect me? Will he think less of me? I doubt he's going to be too horrified based on how many rounds we fucked last night. Will he want more? Expect it? Demand it? Take it?

Gabby snapped out of her daze to find she’d been paying extra special attention to her breasts while imagining her son taking her in various parts of their home. She’d pictured herself bent over the living room sofa, up against the foyer’s wall after walking in the door, and underneath the kitchen table, preparing her big boy for his day.

“Stop that,” the conflicted mother whispered to herself.

Those types of thoughts could lead to the events actually happening. That’s the dangerous part. Oh, gawd! What if Jules learns what we did? That can’t happen. I’d be so ashamed. The first thing she’d do is jump Sean. Why follow my rules when I’m nothing but a slut mother!

Shaking off last night's potential and likely consequences, Gabby attempted to focus on her shower. She bent down to soap her legs. That's when another idea hit her.

“Rachel!”

Yes, I can get through this and control myself by imagining what Rachel would say and do. Gawd, she's going to eventually figure it out. I can never keep anything hidden from her. She's going to be horrified. Probably call me every name in the book. Rach might have been more pissed at me than Jeff was about Sean. She'd never understand what happened as she doesn't have a son, but I couldn't even dream of a world where she'd sleep with Finn.

Rinsing off her body, Gabby's mind ventured to another of her closest friends, whom she viewed as a little sister and protégé. Shit, if Bee finds out what happened this past week, she might disown me. Not only did I fuck her son, but I also helped corrupt poor little JoJo. How could I do that? She's dreamed of Sean and JoJo marrying for years. Not only that, now we're leaving soon, and JoJo will be alone with her burgeoning sexual desires. Who's going to help her get through those new urges?

Suddenly, Gabby's thoughts about the once body-shy teen broke off as the shower curtain opened partially. And to her surprise, the same teen slid inside the shower/tub combo to join her. The teen she fretted over also didn't appear to share any of those concerns.

“Good morning!” JoJo greeted in a chipper voice, along with a broad smile.

“Joanne! How are you feeling?” Gabby replied, sounding stiff and almost formal.

“Joanne? Why are you calling me that? Are you mad at me?” JoJo questioned. Her joyful expression dropped as her face scrunched up.

Immediately, Gabriela wondered if the teen might start crying. JoJo might be on an emotional rollercoaster this week, so the possibility of rejection had her anxiety level high. Motherly instincts took over as Gabby sought to alleviate the emotional upheaval the teen likely felt.

“No, no, I’m not mad at you, sweetie. I’m just worried that you might have morning regrets,” Gabby reassured.

“Regrets? Why would I have them? Last night was awesome!” JoJo squealed, jumping forward to wrap herself around the older woman in a big, firm hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You’re thanking me?” Gabby questioned in disbelief.

“Of course!” JoJo exclaimed, hopping slightly with her equally large breasts rubbing against Gabby’s side. “You and Jared let me experience a fantasy that I never expected to happen. The two of you together were so much hotter than those videos I like to watch. My body felt on fire just sitting back and watching. But then, it was like I was transported into one of those insanely sexy stories when you let me join in.”

“So, um, the subject of Jared and his…I, doesn’t upset you?”

“Not at all! Taboo is one of my fav fetishes!” JoJo revealed, thrilled to have somebody to share this topic with. “And I need to thank you for Mr. Lockett. He’s big! Super big! I always thought talk about feeling as if a big cock was breaking you in half was porn nonsense until Mr. Lockett. That was awesome!”

“Um, you’re welcome, sweetie,” Gabby responded, shocked that she might have met a girl even kinkier than herself. “Well, however, I am a little nervous about everything you experienced. You know that we’re leaving in another day to head home. As I learned from my own experience, it can be difficult to turn the sex spigot off once it’s turned on fully for the first time. Are you following what I mean?”

“Uh-huh,” JoJo replied, nodding her head.

“You’re going to have desires and urges to keep on having sex. Now, I don’t want you to just run off to jump in bed with the first guy you see. Do you have any boys at school who you like?”

“Oh, I do. I have a list made up already.”

"Okay, that's good. Yet, you should decide which guy you want to date and how many dates you must wait before letting him–Jo!" Gabby squealed, looking down at her chest.

“What?” the brunette asked, prying her lips off of Gabby’s nipple.

“What…Why are…I’m trying to have a serious discussion here!”

“But you said you’re leaving tomorrow, so I better get as much sex as I can. Wasn’t that your meaning?” JoJo queried. The recent virgin didn’t wait for a reply before latching back onto the nipple and sucking hard. Her other hand found Gabby’s lonely breast and began to grope it.

“Oh, sweetie…that’s not what…oh, yes, just like that JoJo. Just like that!” Gabby moaned as she threw her head back against the shower tiles.

Somehow she allowed the teenaged sexpot to maneuver her into a position of leaning against the shower wall. And as Gabby pondered how she could ever ask Bridget to keep an eye on JoJo, the soccer spitfire kissed down her stomach while pushing the older woman’s legs apart. Gonna need a better cover story than just Jared fucked JoJo into a wildcat for Bee. I’ll need to find a way to add more to the story while keeping me and Jeff out–

Gabby’s attempt to think of a plan for her young lover ended for now as JoJo’s tongue began to show what she learned last night. Only Gabby didn’t know that her cheersister’s neighbor had learned a few old cheer tricks from Bridget a few nights back. All she cared about right now was pushing JoJo’s head deeper against her mound.

That’s how Jeff found them a couple of minutes later.

---

Room 723

Graham’s ears perked up. He’d head the outer door to the suite shut, but Yelena must not have left. Wrapping the towel tightly around his waist, he exited the bathroom to check on his young lover from last night.

“Did you forget something?” he inquired, walking out of his bedroom.

THUNK

The reply he found came in the form of a tiny purse whacking him across the side of his head. Staggering back at the unexpected blow, Graham threw up his arms as more purse shots hit his shoulder, upper arm, and chest.

“Graham Diamond, what is the matter with you?”

“Oww! Stop hitting me, Frida!” Graham ordered.

He caught the purse on the next swing and held it in place. However, his fiery best friend had other means to inflict punishment. A high-heeled kick to his shin sent Graham tumbling to the floor.

“Dammit, stop, Frida, stop!” Graham screamed. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? Me? I saw your one-night stand leaving. She walked past me at the doorway with a satisfied smirk, that’s what!”

“And? You’re the one who told me to find myself a one-night stand!” Graham pointed out, scrambling to his feet.

“Not with someone like her!”

“Hey, you didn’t say who I shouldn’t sleep with, only that I should act like Harvey for once,” Graham reminded.

Frida’s response came in the form of a string of curses in Spanish. How did Graham know they were curses? That’s the only Spanish Frida ever picked up from her grandparents. It also revealed precisely how foul a mood his oldest friend was in over his choice. She only dropped her tiny bit of Spanish when most infuriated.

“I told you to act like your brother, not be him!” Frida yelled, switching over to English. “Do you know how old she is? Do you?”

"Um, I guess eighteen," Graham admitted, sensing, unlike himself, Frida knew Yelena by sight.

“And is she a college student? Or does she go somewhere else?”

"Yeah, about that. I guess she, um, goes to–"

“The same high school as Whitney!” Frida shrieked, picking up a pen holder off the suite’s desk and whipping it at him.

“At least she wasn’t a gold digger looking to marry me for my money,” Graham defended.

“No, you just screwed the school slut, who loves to seduce taken boys and men,” Frida revealed.

“How do you know that?!”

“Because I’m the one who feeds and cares for your niece and her friends. I know all the school gossip. Whitney is going to freak out when she finds out,” Frida warned.

“F-Find out? Whitney’s not going to find out. Y-Yelena won’t…shit, she’s going to brag, isn’t she?” Graham stammered into realization.

“I swear, you and your brother are morons. Maybe you should fuck one of your niece’s friends too!” Frida stated, throwing up her hands in defeat.

Graham knew Frida enough to recognize a statement rather than a suggestion.

“Too? Wait, did Harvey…No way! Harvey screwed one of Whitney’s friends. Wait, you mean like one of her older friends? Not somebody her age, right?”

“Them too,” Frida muttered under her breath. “And your brother doesn’t know that I know.”

“Who is it? You gotta tell me?” Graham begged, following Friday across the suite’s sitting room as she placed her things down.

“Why? Planning on knocking that one off your list?”

“No! I’m just curious,” Graham insisted and meant it.

“Worry about yourself. I’m done allowing you to manage your own love life.”

Graham appeared bewildered at the suggestion that Frida allowed him to do anything. Part of the reason he moved out of the manor was to get out from under Frida's eye. The other came from avoiding Harvey's soap opera life. After her parents ' divorce, he'd only moved back temporarily to help console Whitney.

“You no longer have a say. I’m putting an expert in charge from now on,” Frida proclaimed.

“You have no right. Um, okay, you do,” Graham admitted, buckling under the blistering look he received. “But what do you mean by an expert?”

The door to Frida's bedroom slammed shut in his face, which was the only answer Graham got for now.

---

Penthouse Suite 801

Up and down. Up and down.

Newt watched in awe and wonderment as the pair of large breasts went up and down. Those perky brown nipples captured his attention as much as the MacGuffin in his favorite games. He couldn’t imagine a more shocking way of waking up than how Skye roused him from his dreams a little while ago. She’d had her lips around his morning wood before releasing it to climb aboard.

Now he wondered if all girls woke up guys with morning blowjobs before fucking them. Was that what happened with his classmates? What’s this hidden world with new levels that Newt never knew about before now? And were there any cheat codes he could use to master his skills?

If Newt could've pried his eyes off of the wannabe model's tits, he'd have noticed the smile on Skye's gorgeous face. Running her hands through her hair, the brunette with blonde highlights embarked on a short series of vigorous bounces. Although Newt didn't know it, Skye found teaching the young virgin about sex to be a fun charitable act for the unlikely hero.

However, the only subject that mattered to Newt at the moment were those luscious globes of flesh that hypnotized him with their motions. He never heard Skye talking to him as she offered advice and, finally, louder reminders. Nor did he feel the taps on his stomach as she attempted to reinforce her advice. And he brushed off her hand waving in front of his face as the game’s attempt to thwart his goal of capturing those endgame nipples.

“Oh, oh, oh, oooh!” Newt sounded as he erupted.

“Were you even listening to me, Newt? Newt!” Skye yelled, snapping her fingers in his face.

“Oh, hey, Skye. I mean, good morning, baby,” Newt switched his voice to a deeper tone for the second greeting.

Rolling her light-brown eyes, Skye palmed the sides of her forehead in minor frustration. Newt’s awe at sex was too adorable to make her mad. For sure, he’d need a girl with roughly the same skill level to work his way through the finer details of sex.

“Remember how we talked about focusing during sex?”

“Sure!”

“The focus was on holding off your orgasm, not getting mesmerized by my tits.”

“Ah, right. Sorry,” Newt apologized sheepishly while staring up at the older woman in fascination. “I love you.”

With a loud sigh, Skye rolled off Newt to sit on the side of the bed. She motioned for him to join her. This had been an expected possibility for Newt's first time with a woman. It would also be on her to break the news gently to the teenager now looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

“Another thing we talked about last night before falling asleep was how sex changes stuff. It can bring new and more intense emotions with it. That includes what you just said. You don’t love me, Newt. No, hold on,” Skye directed as the teen protested. “You loved having sex with me. Loving that and loving a person are two entirely different feelings. Trust me, I know.”

“Okay, I like you a lot, but I could love you someday,” Newt insisted, grasping at straws.

“No, you won’t. I’m five years older than you.” Skye held up a finger as Newt began to argue about the age difference. “Five years might not be a big deal if you’re in your late twenties, even less of an issue in your thirties and forties. It is when one of us is eighteen. You still haven’t experienced several significant milestones in your life. I have.”

“I guess,” Newt mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. However, it does mean that you need to find yourself a girlfriend. Don’t give me that look. You’re not the same boy I met less than a week ago, Newt. You have no reason to be scared of girls. Hell, you just lost your virginity to a local model legend. Be proud of that,” Skye explained. She laughed at the absurd notion of herself as a local celebrity, but if it helped bolster Newt’s confidence, then it was alright.

"But I don't know how to talk to girls my girls my age. They aren't interested in stuff I like," Newt whined, sounding grumpy.

"Girls of all ages like kissing with their boyfriends. Going places together. Having a boy listen to them. I know you're good at listening. You were there for me when I needed somebody to listen to me about Fred and my failures. High school girl problems will pale in comparison to rescuing a crazed drunk from an icy lake. Fuck, Newt, you stood up to your school's star quarterback,"

“And lost!”

"Stories can be retold many ways, kid. Your story of fighting Austin led to us sitting here right now. Use that to impress a girl at Honey Hollow High. And if you don't want to brag about it, tell every hot girl about how you were up with Whitney Diamond at Wasp Lake when your close friend saved her life. You are going to be one guy in demand, buddy. Don't blow it."

“Of course, I’m going to blow it. That’s what I do around girls.”

“Not if I have a say. Didn’t Whitney already promise to find you a girl? And wouldn’t Lacey be thrilled to play matchmaker for you? Both of those girls are in your corner. Maybe JoJo can help. What about Finn’s cousin? Polly? You two seemed to have a connection,” Skye suggested.

“She thinks I’m a pervert for…getting an erection around her,” Newt pointed out, whispering the last part.

“Give Polly time to realize that’s because you think she’s hot,” Skye added with a wink. “Now, you better get dressed and down to your room. What’s the plan if your mom asked where you were at?”

“Playing a game with a friend,” Newt supplied.

“It’s close to the truth.”

Throwing on a robe, Skye waited until Newt finished putting his suit back on before leaning forward to hug him. Reminding him they’d talk again later, she suddenly spotted his phone on the nightstand when he left the room.

“Gooo!”

The hushed but stern order snapped Newt out of his thoughts as he entered the penthouse’s sitting area. He froze solid as he spotted Lana slamming the outer door shut. Whipping her head around, the redhead’s expression shifted from fear to disbelief before finally settling on amusement.

“Well, look at what we have here! Did you crash in the empty room, Newtie? Or were you Skye’s mystery lover?” Lana's face perked up even more as she realized Newt was the latter. “Oh, how delicious! Pey is going to shit a brick when she hears about this news.”

“Leave him alone,” Skye ordered, coming from behind to stand at the teen’s side while wrapping her arm under his. Next, she quietly hissed. “Don’t fear her. Be confident and proud of what we did.”

“Whispering your stories to keep them straight?” Lana challenged with a smirk.

“Not at all. For all you know, I could be whispering the identity of your mystery lover.” Skye’s words caused Newt to jumpstart his body again in sudden surprise.

"You better not have," Lana stated, glaring at Skye until she caught the brunette's wink.

“Now Newt had a memorable first time. So don’t go ruining it for him, Lana,” Skye commented.

“I would never think of doing so. Newt’s like family…Okay, he’s like a family pet. Hey, that’s not an insult. It’s not! It’s just that he’s around but never speaks.”

"Okay, time for you to leave, buddy," Skye announced, pushing Newt to get him moving. "Lana won't tell anyone what she knows."

“Why not?! It would help the kid tremendously,” Lana argued as Newt stopped to gawk at her.

“Lana,” Skye warned.

“Fine. I won’t spill the beans first, but I will confirm the breaking news if asked.”

“Okay,” Newt replied with a shrug, shocking both young women before leaving the penthouse suite.

“Damn, our little boy is already changing. It happens so fast,” Lana chuckled. Then, she caught Skye’s unamused expression. “Hey, I deserve the right to at least tease the kid. I’ve known him for most of my life. Soooo, how was he?”

“A virgin, but also one extremely worried about pleasing me,” Skye replied,

“Oh, those are the best kind. How big?”

“Big enough.”

“That small?” Lana asked.

“No, I meant he’s got nothing to feel ashamed about,” Skye clarified, rolling her eyes at the ginger.

“Good for him,” Lana replied cheerily. “So, did I just hear correctly? Are you full of geek gunk?”

“Geez! Can you not–”

“Cause I’m full of cuz cum. Want to clean up with a taste test? After that, we can go see what drama we missed last night.”

Skye had a pretty good idea of what drama Lana wanted to delay as long as possible. Still, allowing others to wake up and head downstairs wouldn't hurt. It might lessen any impending scene.

“Sure, but we’re using the master bathroom.”

“The bathroom can wait until after we’re licked clean,” Lana responded, shrugging her shoulders to let her robe hit the floor.