Back to Heather and Shawn

Shawn grinned in anticipation as Heather’s hand and open mouth inched closer to his cock. Before she started, she stared into his big, brown eyes. ”Wait, Zack doesn’t have brown eyes! His eyes are the most perfect shade of blue!” she thought to herself as her hand closed around Shawn’s package.

“So what do you think about my cock?” Shawn asked Heather. His comment made her realize who this was and what she was about to do with him.

“What do I think, Shawn? I think that that looks like a penis, only smaller. Now get it out of my face!” Heather barked as she released his member.

“WHOA! What’s your problem? I figured you’d be the most willing participant here, based on the stories I’ve heard about you!” the emasculated college student fired back as he tried to grab her head.

“My problem is that you nauseate me! Always have. Always WILL! So, whatever illusions you have of us hooking up, you can flush them down the toilet, because it is NEVER going to happen,” Heather shouted as she shook free of his grasp and rose to her feet.

“That’s what THEY all say, but eventually, they all succumb,” Shawn said, pointing towards Ashley, who was now sixty-nining with Kendra.

“Okay, I’m going to say this in words that even YOU can understand: NO part of you is EVER going to touch ANY part of me! Hell, I’m even sickened by the thought of being naked in the same room as you. So to drive my point home, I’m leaving,” Heather said as she got off the couch and grabbed her bag.

Before she could leave, Victoria grabbed her arm. The brunette girl looked down at her blonde friend and nearly cried as she watched Dustin unbutton her shirt while she spoke with her.

“He went back to the cabin. He’s afraid he’ll view you as a replacement for me. Go! Prove him wrong! And take care of him, Heather!” Victoria moaned as Dustin bared her breasts. Quickly and quietly, Heather exited the cabin.