Bump N Grind

The body moved in rhythm with the beat of the music. Hips swung side to side with an occasional bounce to the toned ass. Hands belonging to the owner of said body roamed up and down, accenting its curves and fitness. Reaching up high, the hands slid through long, wavy black hair, lifting the locks to the top of the woman's head as she gave a playful look over her shoulder.

"Don't you love this song, Seanie?"

"Uh, huh," the teenager groaned, his eyes focused on the age-defying ass of his mother's friend. How can it be so tight at her age?

A knowing smile lit up Gabriela's face. Wickedly delightful would be how she described the feeling that flowed through her body whenever a teenager would stare with lust at her these days. That those hungry eyes belonged to a friend of her son ramped up the temperature of her passion. Teasing Jared's friends whenever they visited the Lockett home these last few years added a little extra spark to Gabby's libido. A spark that Jeff usually benefited from in their bedroom.

Despite her notorious flirting, Gabriela knew better than to cross the line, and sleeping with a friend of her children was the definition of crossing the line. Yet, what's a line not to be crossed without one exception. Two years older than Jared, Cooper Bickley had been a friend and mentor on the football field to the younger teen. He also happened to be the older brother of Bethany, Jared's close friend, and the son of friends from across the street to the Locketts. With all these reasons why not to, Cooper still found himself between the legs of the neighborhood MILF whenever he was home from college. Gabby's wall broke down after spending years watching the teenage Adonis flaunt his chiseled body as he mowed the lawn, washed his car, and lifted weights with Jared. Jeff reluctantly allowed her taboo dalliance, partly due to it permitting him to indulge in younger women. Especially when Gabby helped him seduce Cooper's ex-girlfriend, an extra busty cheerleader. But her husband worried about the ramifications if Jared and Jules or Cooper's family found out. That added risk only fueled the intensity of the forbidden relationship.

And as she danced for the benefit of Sean, Gabriela grappled with her shock at how the teen unexpectedly enticed her desires over the last few days. She could never have expected the sweet boy she loved like a nephew could pull her closer to the line again and so quickly. It took years of watching Cooper for her to make the final move, and after only a few days here, Sean tempted her mightily. Sure, Jeff sensed her urges for their friend's son and explicitly told her not to even think about it, but think about it, she did.

Wiggling her ass with a bit of extra oomph, Gabby watched as Sean's eyes followed the swaying. Wanting his attention, she gave a hard slap to her ass, bringing his eyes up to hers. Winking, Gabby suggestively purred, "Don't be afraid to touch. It likes to be touched."

Gulping and nodding to himself as if to say it's okay, Sean tentatively placed his hands on the older woman's hips.

Shivering at his touch, Gabby imagined how they must look to others. Gawd, this could turn so scandalous. Jared and Peyton are in the room!

While Gabriela reveled in the feeling of Sean's hands finally touching her hips, her son was well into enjoying Cheyenne Tissle's ass as she ground it into his crotch. Almost if seeking to piss off Whitney, the busty brunette slid in to dance with the football star the moment the blonde left him. Jared's hands felt on fire from gripping Cheyenne's hips. If he wasn't preoccupied with his own lustful thoughts and shock, he might have noticed how frisky his mother acted toward his old friend.

What Jared also didn't notice was Kimberly lurking in the shadows behind the Christmas tree. Pissed at getting seemingly locked in a cage and out of the fun, the cougar paced back and forth. She watched and waited for one of her potential preys to separate from the herd. This time the platinum blonde vowed to pounce and pummel her prize into submission.

Well aware of Kimberly's watchful eye, RJ repeatedly told himself over and over that his close dancing with Peyton meant nothing. The leggy blonde had always been off-limits and for good reasons. Peyton Tarver and his longtime ex-girlfriend, Priscilla Pint, were good friends. The love of his life had often trailed after Peyton and Lana, Prissy's cheer mentor. With every fiber of his being, RJ wished that it could be Priscilla that he danced with currently. Unfortunately, life and colleges on other sides of the country had put their relationship on pause, at best. The torn apart couple agreed that they'd attempt to resume their relationship once both graduated in two years. Two years. That's a lifetime when you're twenty, attractive, and horny with plenty of options. One very unexpected option now danced with her back to him.

Not that RJ had never noticed Peyton's beauty. Besides palling around with Priscilla, Peyton had mentored his sister in volleyball. Ellie, and even Robin, adored the older volleyball star. Often dinner-talk about football had been overwhelmed with chatter about volleyball whenever Peyton stayed to eat. Even sitting across the dining room table, her grace and poise gave her a sophisticated air, one that made Peyton seem older and more worldly. Her presence around the Ridge home also wasn't hurt by the legs and butt the sport helped shape. Priscilla didn't help matters with her gushing over those same attributes.

So with that fabulous fanny now front and center, RJ felt torn. He wanted more than anything to be with Priscilla. Knowing that the pain their attempt at a long-distance relationship brought them, RJ had vowed to only have flings with women for the next two years. But having a fling with one of Prissy's good friends wasn't in the cards. It would be wrong on so many levels. It wouldn't have even entered his mind if Peyton hadn't started shoving her impeccable ass into him.

While his brain searched unsuccessfully for a way out, he also studied her figure. He marveled at how he couldn't find a single flaw on the coed's swaying body. RJ's eyes could have bored a hole into Peyton's booty with how fiercely he stared at it. The tightly fit and flattering maroon yoga pants showcased her flawless twin globes. The same spheres that his cock seemed to be attempting to pry apart on its own. How does she not feel that or care? Shit, I'm lucky that I'm wearing jeans, not track pants like that Jared.

Desperately wanting to reach down and grab hold of those buttcheeks, RJ still held back. Making a move on his soulmate's friend might be crossing a line he couldn't fix later. But still, it's not like Prissy expects me to remain celibate. We agreed that we both have needs and should satisfy them. If anything, she'd understand my attraction to Peyton. And she'd know that Peyton wasn't a long-term threat. I'm not going to fall in love with a girl attending college back home. It's the girls at my campus and guys at hers that are the threats to us getting back together. If Prissy knew I had Peyton's ass grinding into me, she'd ask how it felt. And if I didn't know, she'd ask why not. Fuck it; I need to feel it.

Sliding his trembling hands down from the brunette's hips, RJ wondered if he would get slapped by Peyton or punched by Lana, wherever she was at. Finally, with his hands in place, he molded them to those twin cheeks and began to knead them. Sorry, Priss, it's too perfect, so damn perfect to pass up. Peyton moaned loudly enough to be heard over the music from the attention. Absolute perfection. It might be time to rethink my tastes; there are some fine-ass players on our volleyball team that I might need to spike. I should take my spring break to Hawaii and visit Ellie's teammates too.

Glancing over at his sister, RJ grinned at the dopey smile on Ellie's face. With her arms wrapped around Finn's neck, the unlikely duo danced far differently than everyone else. They didn't rub their bodies together at a frenzied pace in a lustful haze. Rather they swayed slowly, despite whatever music played, in a loving coupling. Communicating without words, a conversation took place between the two sorta friends. Having always viewed Ellie as Peyton's mini-me, Finn had never considered the attractive nineteen-year-old as an option. Now, that door appeared wide open.

While three guys made their first moves into forbidden territory, the only actual couple was well past that stage across the room. Lacey sucked on Austin's tongue like it was a cock while she basically crawled up onto his body. Her boyfriend's hands split off into different directions, with one groping a tit and the other an asscheek. The latter hand helping hold her up somewhat. The countdown to the couple fucking had already begun. The only question left came down to its location.

Standing off to the side of the makeshift dance floor near the foyer, Robin and Polly watched with growing uneasiness. Robin didn't feel at all interested in watching her siblings get freaky. Cheyenne's antics didn't really bother her cousin. The sixteen-year-old really didn't mind the way Ellie and Finn danced together. It felt sweet, although pointless. Between her volleyball commitments and attending a school on a faraway island, Ellie and Finn would be a remake of RJ and Priscilla's drama. It was RJ and Peyton's bodies connecting that creeped Robin out. Peyton felt like somewhere between an older relative and an idol to look up to. So watching her brother dry-hump the blonde's ass caused a flurry of unwelcome feelings. The only thing worse would be walking in on a family member fucking. Not an unheard of fear based on the number of windows and glass doors at her uncle's lakehouse.

For Polly, this trip couldn't get any worse. First, Newt had an orgasm in his swim trunks when he rubbed up on her butt. Second, she'd been **** to have her first kiss ever while under the mistletoe with her older cousin. Thirdly, her mother appeared ready to resume her attempts to meddle in her lack of a love life. Oh, and if that wasn't enough, this whole week was in honor of her beloved aunt's ****.

"Uh, this is getting weird. You wanna get out of here?" Robin asked.

"Gawd, yes!" Polly exclaimed in relief. She started to head toward the stairs leading to the walkout level. "My room is downstairs," she began to say until Robin grabbed her arm.

"Vance is down there. I don't know why, but I'm not interested in finding out."

"Right," Polly froze. Trying to recall the tour that Whitney gave her, the shy teenager considered where else she could escape to.

"Let's go outside for a walk or something," Robin suggested, motioning down the foyer to the front door.

"There's a storm out there," Polly pointed out.

"Then let's go check out the storm. Or would you rather stay and watch this?"

"Winter storms can be fun to watch!" Polly cheerfully announced, rushing to grab her coat and hat.

"They absolutely can," Robin agreed, throwing on her jacket.

Within less than a minute, the two innocent teens opened the door, fleeing into the swirling winds and away from the growing debauchery. Having visited the old burned-down cabin numerous times in the past, Polly had some idea of the grounds. Pointing toward the right, she led Robin to a walkway that took them past the garage. It also led them right into the path of two people returning to the cabin.

"Hi! What's up, girls?" Skye inquired.

"What are you two doing?" Polly countered with her own question that had a sharp edge to it. She didn't understand why Newt and her uncle's current girlfriend would be wandering outside in this weather. With her classmate already classified as a pervert in her mind, she assumed he had wicked intentions for Skye.

"After everything I learned, I needed some air. Newt found me on the pier and helped put things in perspective. You girls should consider him for a potential boyfriend," Skye suggested. Newt practically squawked at the notion.

"Boyfriend? Why would I want him as my boyfriend?" Polly scoffed at the idea, glancing over at Robin for backup. The younger girl wasn't interested in the school geek, but she didn't hate the suggestion.

"Well, Newt here is sweet and smart. He's also a good listener, which most guys are not," Skye praised, even going so far as to hug his arm. The least I can do is hook this kid up with a girl more his speed. Fred's niece seems like a good match, even if she currently hates the idea. But there is the proverbial thin line between love and hate. "And he's a gentleman that escorted me back to the cabin. Thanks, Newt." Skye pecked his cheek as a thank you. "Your duty is done. You're free to return to the bunkhouse."

"Bunkhouse? There's another building around here?" Robin questioned her interest showing.

The girls wait for Newt to answer, but he had entered a different land far, far away after the kiss to his cheek.

"Gawd, you're so weird!" Polly hissed at the dazed teen. Filling in for Newt, she explained, "Yes, there is a bunkroom over the boathouse. That's where the guys are sleeping."

"That's awesome! Can we hang out for a while with you?" Robin asked Newt.

"Why would we do that?" Polly demanded.

"It's either the bunkroom or back to that weirdness."

"What weirdness?" Skye inquired.

"It looks like hookup central in the cabin," Robin remarked before looking over at Polly. "Well?"

"I'm still deciding."

"Hmm, the cabin sounds interesting. I'll have to grab a quick peek in before I head to bed," Skye commented. "Well, good night, girls. Thanks again, Newt."

They watched as the gorgeous young woman hurried toward the front door. Or the two girls did. Newt hadn't broken free of his daze yet.

"No offense, but she's way out of your uncle's league," Robin stated.

"I know," Polly replied. With an exaggerated growl, she turned toward Newt. "So you going show us your place or what?"

Lana exited the master bedroom with an extra skip in her step. After checking on Ramsey, she hoped to find Peyton in the throes of passion with Vance. Maybe if he fucks a little fun into her, Pey will be down to be my wingman once we go back to school.

Reaching the end of the hallway, the redhead paused to study the great room. She noticed Kimberly milling around the Christmas tree. What's her deal? Not necessarily caring, Lana's gaze moved to her right, toward the dance floor. The scene she saw delighted her.

Damn, Aunt Gabby is all over Sean! I bet the poor kid is going to be shell-shocked tomorrow. Dancing PTSD sounds about right for him. Chuckling at her own thought, Lana's eyes swept over Peyton's ass connected with RJ's groin as his hands roamed her body. About time, Pey!

Continuing her observations, Lana's blood grew cold. What the hell is Finn doing with Ellie?! They look like a couple! Oh, hell no! That's not happening. Pey better get over there and get her little sidekick away-- "Pey!"

Storming over to her best friend, Lana yanked the blonde's arm to grab her attention.

"Hey, Lan!"

"How are you back already? Getting the wine should've taken longer," Lana stated.

"The wine? Oh, right. Chastity went to get it," Peyton informed her.

"Chastity?! Chastity went downstairs?" Lana's brain frantically put two and two together. "Shit!"

"What's the big deal? She wanted to help...whatever," Peyton remarked as her BFF dashed toward the stairs.