Beautiful Blondes

The sound came from a silver, luxury sedan that carefully crawled up the lightly snow-covered driveway. The sedan's tinted windows may have blocked most from knowing the identities of the occupants, but everyone gathered already knew who was inside. The driver pulled the vehicle to stop with the passenger side nearest to where the others were standing. However, it was the backdoor on the driver's side that flung open first, and out jumped a cutely bundled-up teen.

"Hey, what the hell! You were supposed to be following us up here," snapped out Ashley Woodsen as she hurried around the car until she was in front of her boyfriend.

"Sorry, babe. You guys were driving way too slow for us," a nonchalant Brandon responded.

"Well, Dad is kind of annoyed about it. So, you better be on your best behavior now," warned the blonde, before her stern expression turned into a smile and she gave him a quick kiss.

Ashley Woodsen was probably the one teen in the popular clique that Zack could honestly call a friend. Not that they were close friends, they weren't. At times they seemed to see each other as extended family members, like how you would view a second or third cousin. Their mothers had been good friends since they were cheerleaders in high school. Adding further to the family connection their older sisters, Taylor and Hannah, had been best friends since they could walk, even though they had gone to different schools until high school. Yet, that closeness had eluded Zack and Ashley.

The eighteen-year-old blonde was a bubbly, friendly girl that could melt hearts at Azure Rocks High when turned her soft blue eyes on them. Although she seemed a little disappointed in having breasts smaller than her two closest friends, hardly any of her admirers saw her medium-sized bust as a disappointment. They seemed to go perfectly with her athletic figure, honed by years of cheerleading. Her small, firm backside also was nothing to sneeze at.

The blonde next bounced over to Zack with a big grin on her face. She gave him a short hug while she asked how his Christmas was, after which she made him promise to tell her all about it later. Quickly she turned away to greet the others. However, in the process, her scarf had whipped around in the air just as Zack had started to lean down to pick up his phone, which had managed to slip out of his jacket pocket.

"Oh, no. Zacky, are you alright? That looked like it hit you in the eye," asked a worried new voice.

As Zack closed his left eye from the stinging pain and forming tears, he saw through his right eye a tall blonde step right up into his personal space. The blonde gently cupped both sides of his chin with her hands and peered worriedly in his blinking eye. "Does it hurt? Can you see out of it?" she asked in growing concern.

As the sharp initial pain faded slightly, Zack looked, with his uninjured eye, into the gorgeous face and blue eyes only inches from his own. Starting to feel a little uncomfortable with his situation, he moved his arm up to his stinging eye to show the worried blonde he was fine. That was his plan, except the woman had shifted her stance slightly at the same time, and his arm brushed against something large- very large, actually- and still firm.

"Uh-uh, I'm fine-I mean, it's fine, Mrs. Woodsen! It was just a little sting, but I'm feeling better already," a startled Zack blurted out, as he took a step back, bumping into the sports car behind him.

"Are you sure, honey? I don't want to tell your mom that my daughter hurt you and I just did nothing," probed Sarah Woodsen.

"Yep! Pretty much all good now," Zack lied as he slyly wiped away new tears.

Sarah Woodsen turned slightly to look over towards her youngest daughter, who hadn't noticed Zack's predicament. "Ashley! What did I tell you about being mean to Zack?"

"Uh, what?" asked Ashley, who had been in a conversation with Heather.

"You hit him in the eye with your scarf. Didn't we have this talk almost fifteen years ago? Back when you would pester the poor boy."

"I did? Are you okay, Zack? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she asked in concern. After hearing Zack say he was fine, she looked over to her angry mother. At the same time, Zack could have sworn he heard Brandon mutter "pussy" very quietly.

Normally, Zack might have defended himself from that comment, but he was too preoccupied with the sight before him. He had a perfect side profile view of Mrs. Woodsen, and though he knew he should turn away, he couldn't find the strength too. It was clear where Ashley's and her older sister Hannah's beauty came from. Sarah Woodsen was flat out gorgeous. Zack knew she was forty years old, but she looked thirty. A tall blonde, with long wavy hair, she had an athletic figure with curves in all the right places. It was a tossup whether her enormous breasts or firm, curvy ass was her most desirable feature. Her two daughters personalities seem to be a mix of her own. Usually, she came across as an older version of Ashley with her friendly, caring manner, but everyone so often she flashed signs of the seductive sexpot that Hannah was known to be.

Nope, I was not just checking out one of my mom's best friends. That would be just...wrong, dirty. I just got confused since Hannah looks so much like her, Zack told himself after he managed to pry his eyes away.

"Well, I think your father will have to decide whether or not you should be charged. I think **** with a deadly weapon would be appropriate," said Sarah gravely.

"Mom, that's not funny," Ashley scolded as she realized her mother had been teasing her all along. "I really thought I had hurt Zack."

"Don't worry, cupcake. You would just get probation...unless people think I'm going easy on my little girl. Then I might have to throw the book at you," joked her father, Damon Woodsen, as he joined the conversation.

About five years older than his wife, Damon Woodsen was an athletic, handsome man, who worked out regularly. His short, light brown hair had started to gray at the temples just slightly. He had been the local district attorney for nearly a dozen years and was quite popular with the citizens of Azure Rocks. While he sought justice for the victims of crimes, he also had a reputation for being fair to those that committed non-violent crimes. Damon repeatedly said his job was not to just lockup offenders but to find ways to rehabilitate them to the benefit of society. As part of the goal, he had pushed to open the first **** court in the region. Popular across the political spectrum, he had often been encouraged to run for a higher office. Every single time he had turned down the opportunity. Speculation ran rampant at times in town over what his future plans might be.

"Oh, great, is this going to be pick on Ashley week?" moaned the athletic blonde, before she suddenly grew concerned as she saw her dad wince and grab his lower back. "Dad! Is your back hurting again?"

"No, no, it's fine. It just got a little stiff sitting in the car for so long," he answered back before seeing the confused looks of the others. "Pulled my back slightly while shoveling when we had all that snow last week."

"We do have a brand new hot tub that might help, Mr. Woodsen," offered Heather, getting a thanks in return.

As that exchange ended, Ashley marched over and whipped open the back door of the passenger side of her parents' sedan. The door that currently was right in front of Zack. "Hey, are you okay in there?" she asked.

In response, Ashley and Zack were greeted by a spectacular ass propped up in the air. The owner of the perfect ass was spread across the backseat on her hands and knees.

"I finally got it!" exclaimed Victoria Walker as she slowly slid backward out of the car. Ashley asked what she had just got. "Oh, I dropped my phone right before I was about to get out and it fell under your dad's seat, and I couldn't reach it at first."

Ashley nodded in understanding, but Zack never heard a word. Instead, he was just staring in awe at the teenager whom he thought was the most beautiful creature in the whole world. Zack would often think there was something just magical about Victoria Walker. She had long, wavy blonde hair, a face that could start wars and was topped off by amazing green eyes. While she often tried to hide them slightly, Zack knew she had large, wonderful breasts to go along with a legendary, dynamite ass. A sweet, friendly girl she was more interested in school than parties like her two best friends, Ashley and Heather. It often surprised people to learn that Vicky and Heather were such close friends. Victoria was, basically, everything that Owen had said to describe Heather, wrongly, while driving up.

All those amazing, desirable traits also made her the young woman that tortured Zack's soul regularly. He had a major, hard crush on the sweet editor of the school newspaper, yet when he was around her, he transformed into the girl-shy Gavin. He had been nervous for weeks after learning she would be at the cabin as one of Heather's guests. Victoria's boyfriend, Dustin, had moved away not too long ago, leaving her single. Zack felt this was the moment for him like it was fate presenting him with an opportunity at his destiny. It had been five years ago at this very cabin-well the one that burned down- when he had first saw the enchanting Victoria. Even as seventh graders he had been mesmerized by her emerging beauty. Zack could recall little from the trip but how Victoria looked and acted. He often looked back and hoped he didn't embarrass himself too much, but he knew he probably did. Taylor had multiple times elbowed or kicked him as a warning to knock it off.

Zack would later learn that he met Victoria earlier in grade school at several of Ashley's birthday parties, but even after seeing a few pictures he couldn't remember her being there. He remembered Heather at those parties. She had been a world-class brat, so she was easy to recall. Still, in Zack's idealized view of Victoria, he liked to think their first "meeting" was a the cabin. The immediate issue for Zack five years ago was that they didn't go to the same school. Hoping to catch a view of her he tried to spend more time just riding his bike past the Woodsen house the following summer. He had successfully caught a few glimpses of Vicky until Taylor had forbade him from going anywhere near the Woodsen house. His sister had thought at the time he was perving on Hannah, his earlier crush. Zack had been too embarrassed to tell her the truth. After that, his crush on Victoria had cooled down until they started high school when all those previous feeling had come rushing back.

"He-hey, Victoria. HowwasyourChristmas?" Zack managed to get out but at a far too rapid pace.

"Oh, hi. Um, it was nice. How was yours?" Victoria responded after pausing to understand what he had rapidly said.

"Hey, how about we talk inside! Some of us aren't wearing jackets, you know," complained Heather, after she had noticed several small conversations start up. "Oh! Hold on."

The brunette then scurried up the stairs, into the front door and then back out. She now appeared to be holding something in her hand that she pointed straight out. The identity of what she had run back inside for became clear as a rumble started. The others turned to see the second closest garage door raising up

"Mr. Woodsen, my dad said you can park over in that garage," she told her father's friend.

"What about my car? Which part of the garage should I pull in?" asked her latest boyfriend.

"Sorry, Daddy said only his friends get the garage spots. You'll have to park over on the driveway in spot past the garage, Owen," she told him.

Doors and trunks opened as the everyone went to gather their suitcases, bags and in a few cases garment bags. Since Zack had pretty much driven with his gear on his lap or next to him he was the first one to start walking up to the cabin. Just as he was past the rear of the two cars, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Could you do me a favor? With my back acting up, I really don't want to get back in the car. After you drop your stuff inside could you come back and move my car into the garage," asked Mr. Woodsen.

"Sure-"

"What? Dad, you never let me drive your car! You don't even let Hannah!" complained Ashley.

"Well, pumpkin, there's a simple reason. I trust him to be careful. My two daughters not so much," laughed her father.

"This is some sexist bullshit," grumbled Ashley.

"Language! And no it's not Ash. Your father lets me drive his car all the time. I would do it, but I seem to be the one carrying the bags with the suits and dresses," Mrs. Woodsen pointed out.

Handing over the keys to Zack, Mr. Woodsen remembered, "I have a few recommendations in my bag for you. We'll have to find some time to talk."

After dropping his bags just inside the entryway and ignoring Brandon's dirty look, Zack got in the luxury sedan and started it up. Looking around the interior, he now felt nervous and as he rubbed his slightly watery eye. It would be pretty humiliating, after Ashley's complaints, if he clipped a mirror on the side of the garage. It was probably a good thing that he only had to back the car up and drive a short distance into the garage, instead of a long drive.

Fortunately, he had no issues, and half sprinted towards the front door. As he reached for the door handle, Zack was struck by a feeling that this was going to be a very memorable trip at the cabin.