Brandon tries to do the right thing

Brandon shook his head clear. He'd put himself before his relationship one too many times already. Time to make it right.

He crossed over to the bathroom and knocked twice on the door.

“Ashley, you in there?”

Sloshing, splashing, hissing, humming. Even within the bathroom, the shower stall was a soundproof box against any outside conversation.

He knocked, hard, on the door twice.

“Hey Ash! Is that you?”

A pause.

“It's me, Bran! The door's open.”

Finally, he thought as he walked inside. A girl washed her long, blonde hair behind the frosted glass, a stream of it flowing over her shoulder and down her naked chest. The pain in his balls doubled him over.

“Ash, there's something I've got to tell you.”

Except the girl in the shower was too tall to be Ashley. She twisted and stood on tiptoes to peer over the stall.

“It's me, Bran,” Victoria said.

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

...Fuck it. I was gonna have to do this sooner or later. Better to do it now, without anyone around.

“I was looking for Ash,” Brandon gulped. Vicky nodded and slipped back behind the glass. He couldn't tear his eyes off the flesh-colored cloud of her ass. He remembered the surprising firmness of it in his hands.

“Vicky. About what happened down at the beach...”

“She says she still loves me." After catching up with “Ashley,” the two of them had gone down to the beach to look for the others, but they'd already left. It turned out Ashley was on both their minds. “But every time I look in her eyes, she's looking past me. Like she's trying to catch another guy's eye over my shoulder.”

“She's been weird lately,” Vicky answered. She remembered Ashley's confession at the crack of dawn. Her selfishness towards both Vicky and Brandon, putting them both at risk in the rush to get herself off. It was infuriating. It hurt. “I think... she feels, like, since we're on spring break, everything is on break. It's not just school.”

Brandon groaned and hung his face between his knees. Ashley was the kindest, funniest, hottest girl he'd ever known. The kind of girl that made guys wonder what she saw in them. And it turned out all she saw in him was a muscled-up meathead, a convenient lay until she got bored.

“Bran, she does still love you.” Vicky hugged him, leaned into his shoulder. How to give him a clue? How to let him know Ashley wanted him and more than him without being cruel? “You're her first boyfriend. No one will ever replace you. But...”

“I get it,” he snapped. “She wants to take other guys for test rides. See if she's missed out on a Mustang.”

“I'm sorry, Bran.” She squeezed him tighter. Brandon swallowed a moan, aware of Vicky's nipples pressing through the cloth into his side. “She doesn't tell me much anymore. It seems like I find out about everything after it's done. After she's made up her mind.”

The two sat there in the sand, watching the lake waves lap at their feet, taking the ground out from under them. Brandon put his arm around Vicky, and she gasped as his muscles slid across her bare back.

“Did Ash ever tell you what I said I'd do for a guy like you?” she whispered.

Brandon looked down at her, but she wouldn't meet his gaze, nuzzling his neck. He stole a glance down into her cleavage. That suit. He never could resist that suit on Ashley. It cast the same spell on him now.

“Did Ash ever tell you what I did to her the last time she wore that swimsuit?”

She looked up at him, shocked. But curious.

Her mouth opened, but she couldn't speak, only kiss Brandon back as his hands pulled the crotch of Ashley's swimsuit aside.

"Whatever Ashley is feeling, I still love her." Vicky turned around at that. "We can't do this again. And I'm sorry..."

The shower door opened, and Brandon's voice died in his throat. Vicky's stomach was taut and slick, and her small nipples stretched out, begging for his touch. Vicky saw his cock leap beneath his boxers, every twitch and jerk as clear as if he were already nude.

"I'm... I'm sorry I put you in a posi... a situation where..."

She leaned out and took his face in both hands. He lost himself in her green eyes, and then found himself with his arms around her.

"It's not your fault," she whispered into her ear as she kissed his neck. He groaned. His hands had made their way to her ass, her unbelievable ass, where one of them was now rubbing her outer lips. She whined as he teased her.

"But Ashley..."

"It's Ashley's fault." Forget her. If she wants a bad boy, I'll take the good boy. "She's supposed to trust us. Just because she doesn't, doesn't mean we can't trust each other."

Why am I doing this? Brandon fought to stay focused, but with Vicky's hand in his boxers, bringing him sweet relief from his blue balls... This should be Ashley. Think of Ashley. Oh God, this is what I came to stop!

With great ****, he pulled her arm out of his boxers. Vicky broke away and turned back to the shower head.

"Bran, you're my friend. I care about you. I don't want things to be weird now."

"Then we have to stop, Vicky. For good."

She lathered up her hands with a bar of soap. Very slowly, very deliberately, she groped and spread her ass for him.

Vicky had taken to doggie like a fiend, and Brandon ground his teeth as his balls swelled. Her pussy clenched down on him, and her ass rolled beneath him with each of her tremors. It seemed to have a mind of its own, a single-minded desire to be filled with cock.

"I'm close, Vicky, I'm so close."

She wailed something that might have been, "I want it!"

"Yeah?" he laughed as he really started pounding her. She squealed as the weight of him pushed her face down into the sand. "You like riding your best friend's man? You glad he's the first guy to fill your sweet little pussy?"

"Yes!" She pushed up against his hips, trying to drive him as deep as she could, but the sand was too soft to provide much leverage.

"Aw fuck, this is awesome. I wish they could see us now!"

"What? Who, who sees us?"

"That's how the story ends. Ashley and I only stopped fucking when somebody walked up and..."

Vicky stopped moaning, stopped twisting. She looked up at him with a pale face of horror, and his own mind came screaming back to him then, too. Anyone sitting on the cabin's deck would have a clear view down to the beach.

They'd ran from each other, her into the water to clean herself and hide the evidence, him into the woods to find his girlfriend and beg forgiveness.

But he'd been a chump to ask forgiveness for taking this vixen. Brandon was mesmerized by Vicky all over again.

"Bran, please. It'll be weird if we leave it here. We'll never be able to look at each other again. But if we get you to cum, then whether or not it was a good idea, it was just sex."

She rinsed off a hand and slid it between her legs. His head, all on its own, slipped out through his boxers' flap.