CHAPTER V - Conflicted Lisa

“Oh, Zacky, say that again!” Hannah pressed, her face bursting with eagerness to know more about what her best friend’s little brother had just talked about. “Holy shit, I was fucking right! It IS a sextape!”

A very quick grimace flashed across Zachary’s own face, making him squeeze Ashley’s waist. “She’s yours,” he grinned, winking at the suddenly **** blonde before he swept Lisa toward the part of the ballroom where some pairs were dancing to the slow songs playing from the sound system. “I believe I promised my lovely girlfriend a dance.”

The sour expression that had been present on Lisa for the past several minutes was instantly replaced by a bright smile that warmed her boyfriend’s insides, and some of the outside as well. “I thought you’d never ask, you dolt,” she playfully teased as his hands found her waist and her own ones rested on his shoulders.

“Sorry we got interrupted, but I wanted to dance a song with just you before we really have to start acting,” Zack replied as her large bust lightly pressed against his chest, causing his dick to twitch downstairs. Looking at her beautiful face and feeling her body snuggled up to him, the young man was reminded of how much he thought his girlfriend was hot, and considered himself quite the lucky guy for it.

“It’s okay, I just wish you didn’t have to pretend to be this big playboy, you know?” Lisa sighed, her head slightly cocking to the left.

“It’s just a cover, Lis, we just have to hold on until the night ends,” Zack said, cursing himself for thinking about Ashley’s, Madison’s, Alice’s, and Hannah’s bodies in their dresses. Instead, his gaze took a brief dip toward his girlfriend’s deep, olive-colored cleavage and telling himself how hard he wanted to motorboat her once their business at the Windgrad Hotel was concluded. “How are you holding up?” He inquired, staring into her chocolate-brown eyes.

Lisa wanted to tell him how much she hated when he looked at other girls, but she also had this strange feeling of pride whenever he did that. As if he was hers and she wanted the other girls to know that, no matter how much he stared at them. A small, hidden part of her also got off on the fact that she was dating a Ravers man, the nicest of them in her opinion. Logan was a good guy as well, from what she knew of him, but Zack was more her type.

“Well, if you’re asking what I think about the whole tape thing…,” she hesitated for a second. “I had no idea your family was into that.”

“I think it might be just my dad,” Zack let out a quiet chuckle. “Well…, and my mom, if we are to believe Mr. Castle.”

“You think they still do it or was it more of a… wild college thing?” Lisa inquired as they swayed to the song. She was genuinely curious about her boyfriend’s family. They had been dating for basically half a year and she hadn’t met his parents and older sister many times. She only knew Paris, a bit of Logan, and Heather to an extent. Her mother had been a classmate of Monica Ravers back when she was Monica Campbell in high school, but they weren’t close friends.

“Who knows, Dad’s always flirting with women and Mom seems to find it funny as hell,” he recounted. “I’ve never seen either of them with other people for real, but I’m kinda mentally reviewing every party and event we ever held at the Manor.”

Lisa grinned at that and leaned in to press her lips to his for a quick kiss. “Don’t overthink it, okay?” She told him with a wink. “You gotta be in top shape for the tournament.”

“Thanks, Lis, you’re the best,” he grinned back and was about to lean for another kiss when he decided to be bolder, that grin slowly turning into the Ravers smirk that was usually seen on his sister and cousin’s faces.

“Zack?” Lisa smiled, a sudden rush of excitement flooding her before she found herself being gently led toward the back of a pillar, near a corner that was conveniently devoid of any people. Her boyfriend’s lips crashed onto hers less than a second later.

The Latina beauty kissed back just as hungrily, welcoming his tongue into her mouth for a slow, sensual duel, her tits mashing against his chest at the closer embrace they were now sharing. They made out for a few moments and then Zack broke the kiss to nibble his way down her neck, eliciting a low moan from his girlfriend.

“You’ve been driving me crazy with this sexy dress, mmm…, ever since I laid my eyes on you tonight,” he mumbled with his face muffled by her heated skin as he gently kissed her pulse point. One of his hands went south and gave her firm, round ass a healthy squeeze.

“Mmm…, that’s what I wanted, Zack,” she mewled, her finger playing with the short hair on his head as her body fired up by his words and ministrations. “I wanted you to have eyes only for me… mmm, yeaaahh…, that’s it…”

Zack felt himself getting even harder at her confession, if that was possible, his erection painfully bulging out the crotch of his fine pants. He pulled back and stared into her smoldering dark eyes again before leaning in for another kiss. It was quick, because he had to pull back again to make an admission of his own. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your tits looking so good like this, all big and pushed up.”

Lisa grinned saucily at him and then slowly reached up to the hem of her strapless red dress. “Oh, yeah? Then take a better look,” she teasingly pulled it away from her chest, just enough so her boyfriend could see her large olive globes, the dusky-brown nipples hard and aroused for his viewing pleasure. The teenager’s heart raced at her own bold actions and the way his blue eyes widened for her.

“Fucking hell, Lis, you’re so…,” Zack couldn’t finish the sentence, he just shook his head and crashed his mouth onto hers, much to Lisa’s delight, as they initiated another passionate kiss.

Lisa’s back hit the pillar as Zack’s arms encircled her waist and pulled her lower body against his own, a moan escaping her lips into his mouth as she felt his big hard cock rubbing against her belly. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers still toying with his hair as their bodies undulated together, as if they were trying to get each other off.

Suddenly, Lisa was the one who pulled back, breaking the kiss and panting as she took in the intensity of his stare, like he was hungry and only her could satiate it. It set her core ablaze with liquid heat, her legs instinctively squeezing together, but she knew it was not the time for it, as much as she wanted it. “We better stop this, babe,” she **** herself to say, still panting a little. “As much of a playboy as Connor Harper is, I don’t think the party planners would take too kindly to finding him ravaging one of his dates in plain sight.”

“Fuck, Lisa…,” Zack muttered, closing his eyes for a moment at the desirable picture she planted in his mind. “You’re gonna kill me before the night’s over.”

“Let’s just go back to the others, okay?” She replied, barely containing the huge smile that wanted to break out on her lovely face. “Ashley has probably suffered enough of Hannah’s questioning, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, she probably did,” he chuckled, and then his gaze caught something just over his girlfriend’s bare shoulder. “Oh, shit…”

“What?” Lisa gave him a quizzical smile before craning her neck back and having her own eyes almost bulging out. There was that feeling again, the insecurity when her boyfriend’s gaze strayed to other women.

Zachary had seen the costumes on Heather’s bed the other day and was kind of expecting this, but seeing it live was a hugely different thing altogether and he couldn’t help the way his cock throbbed as the three girls stepped into the ballroom.

Two redheads, a slim one and a curvy, athletic one, were wearing these snug, strapless articles of clothing that were like a mix of corsets and leotards, red and white, respectively, showing their nice, shapely legs. Those two were the opposite image from one another, as the former walked with confidence, while the latter seemed to be really nervous and taking one **** step after the other. But Zack’s attention was fully on the tall, model-like brunette that came in the middle. Wearing a black leotard, Taylor Ravers confidently strolled in as if she had done that sort of thing her entire life, her long, smooth legs carrying her into the ballroom as her dark-brown wavy hair cascaded down her shoulder. All three girls were wearing fake bunny ears and a bowtie of the same color as their leotards.

“Fucking hell…,” Zack whispered. He couldn’t stop his cock from twitching again at the sight of his big sister, who he always found one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, wearing something so… scandalously sexy. Sharon Miller and Chloe McRose looked amazing too, that was a given, but Taylor was just… breathtaking. Judging by the way that several sets of eyes turned in their direction, he wasn’t the only one who thought the same.

Lisa, exasperated at his reaction, leaned into his ear. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll wear one of those for you to take some pics,” she purred. “What do you think, huh?”

That finally tipped poor Zachary over the edge and the mental picture sent him into a fit of coughs. “Damn, Lisa, that’s not something you just say to a guy,” he nervously chuckled.

“C’mon,” she grinned, linking her arm with his. “Let’s go back.”

Back at the group, Hannah had seen the bunnies walking in and was naturally making a big deal out of it.

“Well, don’t you think they look sexy as hell too, Pete, huh?” She inquired in a suggestive tone. “Especially Tay. Mmm, black is definitely her color.”

“They do look great, yes,” Peter responded in a noncommittal tone. It was rare to see Taylor dressing up in something like that and it always disturbed him a little when she did, like she was forcing him to see her without the protective lenses of his imaginary ‘best friend goggles’.

“Oh, c’mon! You love it!” Hannah laughed, elbowing her old friend and ex-boyfriend. “Bet it’s doing all kinds of fun things to our friend downstairs.”

Peter flushed and refused to comment, Hannah would always be Hannah and it was a futile effort to try and change that.

“I never thought Chloe would really do it,” Madison commented, staring at the redhead from afar.

Ashley nodded. “Paris was saying the other day we needed to get her to loosen up a bit,” she recalled and then saw Zack and Lisa coming back to the group. “Oh, here they are!”

“Now it’s our turn!” Madison declared, walking forward with a mischievous grin. “C’mon, Zack, let’s dance!”

“Huh, what?” The Ravers boy replied, dumbfounded as Madison grabbed his left arm and Ashley did the same with the right one.

“Consider it your punishment for leaving us to fend off Hannah’s questions,” Ashley teased, winking at her best friend.

Lisa just stared at her boyfriend being dragged away and let out a sigh, it seemed she had a long night ahead of her. Hannah noticed her reaction and elbowed Peter once again.

“Hey, butler, make yourself useful and go grab me a drink!” She ordered in a haughty voice.

Peter shot her a look of disbelief. “Go grab it yourself, lazy heiress.”

She pinched his arm in response. “Aww, but you’re my butler, remember? I’m THE Lady von Zluten!” She claimed before leaning into his ear. “I gotta have a talk with Lisa here and it’s only for girls, so scram!”

Peter sighed in understanding and made himself scarce. Hannah stared at the sexy Latina in the provocative red dress, thinking that if she wasn’t Zacky’s girlfriend, she could have tried to devour the younger girl herself, what with that juicy ass stretching the fabric. Paris didn’t like her for whatever reason, but from what she had observed that night, Hannah thought Zack and Lisa really cared for each other and was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Lisa seemed to be in a conflicted mood, though, and Hannah knew exactly what was the reason for that.

“So, it’s kinda uncanny, isn’t it?” She said as she sidled up to the black-haired girl, the two of them observing Zack dancing with Ashley and Madison. Taking turns holding each of the two girls.

“Huh?” Lisa turned with a quizzical look.

“Those Ravers men, they’re such women magnets without even trying,” Hannah nodded at Zack, a sympathetic smile on her features.

Lisa let out another sigh. “Tell me about it,” she said. “I just wish I could’ve had him to myself tonight.”

“Lisa, I’m gonna tell you something important, and you can make of it what you will,” the busty blonde warned. “Please don’t take this as me being mean or, I dunno, evil, alright?”

“Okay?” Lisa raised a confused eyebrow, getting a bit spooked.

Hannah turned back to watching Zack dancing with her little sister. “Ravers guys like Zack, they’re not made for just one woman. Look how easily Zacky there switches from my sister to Madison, so soon after dancing with you.”

“What? No, no, that’s not true!” Lisa’s head snapped toward the older girl, her brown eyes wide. “Zack’s father is happily married to his mother, and he’s not that way.” However, she was reminded of their earlier speculation and wondered if she really believed her own words.

Hannah shrugged. “Robert and Monica are indeed happily married, but trust me, just ‘cause something looks to be one way, doesn’t mean it really is,” she said, the corners of her lips curling up. “Just ask one Leah Green, she has been the meat of a Robert/Monica sandwich more times than she can probably count.”

Lisa’s eyes widened even further and her body actually trembled a little before she shook her head. “No! This just can’t be true, you’re just trying to mess with me,” she fired back. “Stop it! I know you enjoy teasing people, Hannah, but it’s not gonna work with me.”

“Like I said, make of it what you will, I’m just trying to help your relationship with Zacky,” Hannah explained, crossing her arms under her huge breasts. “Sooner or later, the Ravers in him will awaken, and you’ll need to learn how to share if you wanna keep him. That’s what Monica did.”

Lisa glared at her, her fists clenching. “Does Zack know you’re here trying to convince me to let him cheat?”

“Obviously not, Lisa, dear, but as I said, think about what I said and what you really want,” Hannah winked at the younger girl and began walking away. “Now where’s that wicked butler of mine? I need to wet my throat.”