A Look Around the Cabin: Night Two

Newt waited for Whitney to erupt in anger as their eyes met. He wondered if his life would flash before his eyes when she stormed over to kill him. The wait lasted for maybe five seconds at the most, but it felt a hundred times as long to the terrified teenager.

Whitney's mouth began to move, likely into a **** scream Newt assumed. Instead, the mouth of the school's queen bee formed a smirk. She raised her finger to her lips, making a shushing motion. Lowering that finger, the teenage blonde dropped back down between Skye's legs to resume her pussy licking.

Stunned and overwhelmed by the events, Newt kneeled motionless on the couch and watched. Sound rushed back to his ears. Moans, whimpers, and sighs from Skye filled his brain.

"Ah...Yesss! Tongue-fuuuuck meee..." cried out Skye.

Remembering to hit the record button in his head, Newt's eyes roamed over every inch of Skye's body he could see. Only twenty-four hours earlier, he had lain in bed after twice masturbating to the model's social media pictures. Now the vision of perfection was stretched out naked on the dining room table; the first naked woman Newt had ever seen in person. Sure, he had glimpses of his mother over the years, but Skye would forever be his first. The teenager couldn't see much of Whitney except for the side of her amazing ass, but he knew he was moments away from seeing his second naked woman.

The aforementioned teenager raised her head from between the model's legs, her face covered in wetness, and peered up toward the older woman's panicked face. Her eyes quickly glanced over to Newt. Maybe Lacey was onto something earlier with wanting to show Rammy about sex. Showing Newt how to treat a woman is fucking turn-on!

"Don't stop! Please..." begged Skye.

"Hmmm, this treat seems to be getting awfully warm. Maybe it needs cooling down," mused Whitney, rubbing her chin with one hand, an evil smirk hinting at her plan.

"Oh, gawd! So-sorry...I'm sooo soorrryyy!" wailed Skye.

Newt couldn't see what action Whitney performed, nor why Skye seemed to be apologizing. He didn't care; whatever was going on between the two didn't matter to him; he just wanted to enjoy watching the two naked beauties.

"Told ya, I would pay you back," Whitney reminded, pulling back from blowing on Skye's delicious honey pot.

Momentarily regaining her senses, Skye mustered a coherent thought. "You've only been with one girl? You're sooo good at this. I need to send her a thank you card."

"I'm Harvey Diamond's daughter. You don't think I'd pick up what to do over the years by listening? Now zip it, it's time to cum," Whitney snapped out, spread Skye's legs further apart, and dove back in.

The teenage voyeur became distracted as his brain processed the information he heard. Whitney has had sex with one other girl? It would need to be a girl Whitney respected enough to learn from. Yumi and Kaitlin are out. Maybe Aurora? She's feisty and never seen with any guys. Caterina has the highest possible odds. Unless it's an older girl. I'll need to observe--oh my.

"Yes! Yes! Spot...there...that's--" Skye managed to get out before she unleashed the loudest, glass-breaking shriek Newt had ever heard. The scream echoed all around the walls and ceiling of the central rooms. It snapped Newt out of the daze he'd been in ever since waking.

"Holy fuck! You're a screamer," Whitney chuckled. But then reality struck her, and she realized someone likely heard that shriek. Reluctantly, she pulled herself back from the sexy model. "Shit, we better get cleaned up fast, in case anyone heard you."

"I'm good," mumbled out the drained older brunette. "Just let me lie here a bit."

"I don't think that's going to work," Whitney stated, standing up and frantically searching for the other girl's pajamas. She had thrown the bottoms behind her when she had removed them, and they lay against the sliding glass doors.

Worried, Newt had been looking back and forth between his view of the upstairs bedroom doors and behind him towards the master suite and den. That ended when he stopped breathing at the vision of Whitney's naked figure dashing over to the sunroom door to grab a sky blue garment.

"Here! Come on, Skye. You need to get up," the nervous teenager told her lover, helping her sit up on the table. Raising the older woman's legs, Whitney began to slide the pajama bottoms up her legs.

"Oh, damn. That--you were amazing, Whitney," Skye complimented her, raising her butt up to slide the piece of clothing on all the way. Next, she lifted her arms up at the teenager's prodding and allowed her top to be pulled down.

"Thanks, you were amazing too," Whitney finally replied once Skye was clothed again. She punctuated her point with a passionate kiss. "But you need to get out of here."

"I wish I could stay. I'm still so horny."

"Well, that's what Fred is for. Go wake him up."

"Ooh, yeah. I could use some dick right now. Good idea," Skye perked up, slowly coming out of her post-orgasm drunk-like state.

It was at that moment, Whitney realized Newt still sat peering over the couch at the two women. Grabbing Skye before she could turn toward his direction, Whitney laid another passionate kiss on her new lover, using her hands to make a waving motion toward their watcher.

It took a good five waves from Whitney for Newt to realize what she wanted. He fell back down onto the couch, covering himself up with the blanket. Lying there, he hoped Skye went straight downstairs and not to the first-floor bathroom to clean herself up.

"She's gone," Whitney broke the silence thirty seconds later. Newt sat back up and looked over at his still naked classmate. "Since you got a free show, you can help clean up. Grab some paper towel from the pantry," she ordered, pointing to the door between the kitchen and the stairs to the lower level.

Not wanting to upset the girl, who had long intimidated him, Newt hurriedly did what she said. At the same time, she recovered her clothes and put them back on. Not saying a word, he stood in the entry to the kitchen and raised up the roll of paper towel in his hand.

"Okay, you clean up the kitchen," Whitney indicated, motioning to her bowl of melted ice cream that had spilled on the kitchen island. "I'll get the dinner table."

In a daze, Newt quickly finished his task. He next grabbed the garbage bag out of the can and brought it over to Whitney, where she threw in wads of paper towels.

Finally, the buxom blonde turned her attention to her voyeur. "Not a word of this to anyone. If you do, I'll make your life a living hell. You got that?"

Nodding, Newt proclaimed his secrecy, "I'll never tell another soul, I swear."

"Good," Whitney replied in all seriousness before breaking into a smile. "Didn't I tell you yesterday that I would make sure you had an adventure this week? I think the show we put on for you counts."

"Y-yeah, of course...um, thank you?"

"Hmm, if you stay a good boy for the rest of the trip and never speak of this, I think I need to reward you somehow," Whitney pondered for a moment, tapping her finger against her chin. She liked her hot it felt earlier as he learned how to lick a pussy. Maybe Lacey has a point about matchmaking being fun. "How about this: when we get back to school, I'll get you a girlfriend."

"Wh-what? Wh-why?" Newt sputtered out.

"Well, everyone should be happy. And someone needs to take care of this," Whitney said, shocking Newt when she patted the hard bulge straining against his jeans. "I've got a boyfriend, so I can't help out. Now you better go take care of that over in the bathroom. I don't think you want to be caught jerking off in the bunkroom."

"N-no, I don't."

"Good, I have to go dump the evidence out in the garbage can outside. Have fun!" Whitney tittered as she moved away to finish her cleaning.

Rachel Stratton woke with a start in her upstairs bedroom. Confused for a moment, she listened intently. Sounded like someone had a major orgasm, but now I don't hear anything else. Dammit, I suddenly can't get sex off of my mind.

Lying there, she looked over in the dark at her snoring husband in the moonlight. Her plan in getting him liquored up to take his mind off of Lacey and Austin had worked, but maybe too well. She hadn't seen Clive that drunk in years, and she hadn't been too far behind. Being around Gabby always seemed to cause cracks in the walls of proper behavior she strove to maintain.

The sex in the hot tub had been some of the most intense she and Clive had in years. It was thrilling to take the risk of being caught. Yet, the concern they had been caught now consumed her mind. Embarrassingly, it might have been Sean who saw them. Rachel swore she saw a glimpse of a face far from the window after her orgasm when she heard a voice. Clive, in his drunken state, had pooh-poohed that idea, telling Rachel she imagined it.

I hope it wasn't him, but he was even in the cabin talking to Harvey shortly afterward. That poor kid is already dealing with enough, thanks to Gabby's teasing and his father's attitude. Now, he'll be too embarrassed to talk to me.

Clive had calmed her down initially, but when they tried to quietly sneak into the cabin, they heard Harvey talking to Sean. Nearly certain that she had been right, Rachel hurriedly pulled Clive up the stairs, even though in his tipsy state he had wanted to stop and talk to them. She couldn't see Sean at that moment if she was correct.

Should I say something to him tomorrow? Or just act like nothing happened? Well, at least if it was Sean, he's too nice a kid to go blabbing about it to others. If Lacey knew we acted like that, I would be mortified.

At least someone is having a good time. I wonder if that was Rachel and Clive, Bridget Tarver thought after hearing a shriek from nearby. The older woman's body and mind were tired after a long, stressful day, but she couldn't fall asleep. Having a few drinks usually would help her pass out right away, but instead, she tossed and turned.

Bridget was frustrated with Leonard's behavior. When did he become so selfish? It's always been there, but is it worse, or did I just finally notice it? She was proud of her husband's surgical abilities and accomplishments, but he needed to learn balance in his life. Peyton was already out of the house and away at college. Sean was less than a year away from following suit. This was the time in their lives they should cherish these last moments of their children being around. Soon, Peyton would graduate and be off to medical school; after that, who knew how long until she married and started her own family.

This reunion gathering had been vaguely planned five years ago at their last get-together. It had been further planned out two years ago, and over the previous year, the literary charity to honor Cassie had been the talk of their circle of friends. But here they were, and her husband was nowhere to be found.

Of course, Bridget knew medical emergencies could pop up and ruin plans. It was the nature of being a doctor. However, you plan and have colleagues available to cover for you in your absence. If you didn't do that, then you would never have a life away from the job. Leo made plans for Dr. Noder to cover for him, but now he still needs to be there? Something feels off with this whole situation.

Bridget also was sexually frustrated. Hearing the scream of pleasure minutes earlier brought that thought to her again. Having two busy careers and children long ago made it hard to find time for her and Leo to fool around, but they had managed initially. Now, that seemed to barely matter. It's been months since I had a good fucking. I'm about to start crawling up the walls.

Her hand unconsciously crept down to her waist, while the other to her breast, before Bridget snatched them back. I can't play with myself! JoJo is right next to me, sleeping. Bridget considered getting up and going into the bathroom to masturbate but shot down that idea. She still might hear me, and that would be humiliating. Oh well, I guess it's going to be another frustrating night.

Jared lay on the rec room couch, hoping the scream he heard was from Skye in the room to his right and not from his mother in the room to his left. He had been in and out of sleep all night on the narrow couch until he heard the shriek. For a moment, he worried if someone had been hurt, but then realized it came more likely from sex.

Lying on his back, he faced the lower bathroom and the stairs. So when Skye, in her sexy pajamas, crept down the stairs not long after the scream, Jared was intrigued. Where's she coming from? Was that her upstairs screaming? Who helped make her scream? There's no way that was from fingering herself. The teenager waited to see if Fred Singer followed down the stairs after her.

Instead, Jared heard muffled voices come from the room the gorgeous young woman entered. The soft squeaks of a bed followed that. Moans came next. The teenager tried to imagine how the sexy brunette looked having sex. Part of him wanted to sneak down the hall and peek inside the room, but he was already in far too much trouble with his parents to risk that.

The sounds and images in his mind proved too much for Jared, and he pulled his pajama pants down, releasing his hardening cock. Beginning to stroke his member, he thought back to the last time he had sex. Shit, it's been almost five whole days since I messed around with Tina Costello. And she wasn't really all that great. I really need to get laid soon, Jared sighed. The whole incident earlier in the afternoon didn't help his horniness either.

The teenager's thoughts broke off by the sounds of more moans and creaks of a bed. These came from the bedroom on his other side. Eww, now my parents are going at it too. Jared knew his parents lived a very healthy sex life. It was impossible not to notice, but he tried to never think about it. Now, once again, he could hear the sounds of them fucking.

Struggling to block out the sounds of his parents while imagining how Skye's naked body looked, Jared gave up. He attempted to focus on a different set of images. Stroking his cock, he remembered how hot Lacey looked while getting fucked by Austin. He also recalled how Ramsey's breasts and tight pussy felt to his touch and how her ass ground back into the very dick he was stroking. Jared imagined a scenario where Austin was missing from the action, and instead, he and Rammy watched Lacey fingering herself on the bed. In his fantasy, Ramsey grabbed his hand and pulled him with her as she walked over to the bed to join her best friend.

Jared became so lost in this fantasy; all sound around him ceased to exist. So it was a shock when he felt a hand grab his cock, and a voice whisper into his ear. "Let me help you with that."