Drinking and Gossiping

"Is that a phone in Whitney's hand?" JoJo asked in bewilderment. Her classmate appeared to be holding a phone in front of her that she at times held up to show her boyfriend, as he drilled her from behind.

"Uh, yeah, kinda looks like one...oh, she must be showing him the pictures of her and Skye from earlier," remarked Sean, like it was something he saw every day.

JoJo shook her head at his nonchalance over what they currently witnessed. Wow, the Sean I knew two days ago would be freaking out over this. Now he acts like it's nothing new.

After a minute or so of watching in shocked silence, JoJo had enough. "This is really weird, Sean. Let's go back inside."

Instead of answering his best friend, Sean stood there, watching as their buxom classmate, bent over the workbench, got plowed by her increasingly frenzied boyfriend.

"Sean? Sean!" JoJo shouted, unable to get his attention. Finally, the brunette snapped her fingers together in front of his face, drawing him out of his daze. Her best friend turned to look at her with a distant look in his eyes. "Um, were you just having another of those, uh, visions?"

"What? Oh, uh, yeah, kinda," he sheepishly admitted but still glanced back over to look through the window at the rutting couple. Sean decided not to elaborate on what he'd daydreamed.

"I said this is way too weird for me. How about we head back in?" JoJo repeated.

"You don't want to stay and--right, let's head back inside," Sean reluctantly said after the sharp look JoJo gave him.

Entering the cabin and removing their hats and jackets, Sean finally snapped out of the daze he'd been in. Peering down the hall, he didn't see anyone in the main room, but he still had concerns about running into Ms. Goose.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Jo. I've been so wrapped up in my problems; I never asked how your party went last night," Sean apologized once he realized how selfish he had been. "You want to head up to your room and tell me about it?"

"That sounds great; let's go," responded the brunette happily.

Climbing the stairs behind her, Sean failed to notice the firm ass sticking out at him, "So did your Aunt Claudia screw up everyone's presents again?"

"Oh, you know it," his best friend laughed, looking over her shoulder at him.

---

"Ooh, I like that suit! Is it new?" Gabriela asked Bridget after she had taken off her robe and revealed her swimsuit. The latest arrival to the cabin had on a black one-piece, with cutouts on the sides, a cleavage-revealing keyhole.

"Sort of. I bought it late last summer but never had an opportunity to wear it," Bridget answered before complimenting both Gabby and Rachel on their one-piece suits.

"I love this, but it's a little bit of a challenge to get the girls to fit in it right," Gabriela told them while adjusting the plunging front.

"No way I could wear a suit that dangerous. My own girls would be out saying hi to everyone," Rachel cracked, already feeling loose from the ****.

"I feel like I'm turning into a merman at this rate," Jeff groaned as he slid into the hot tub. "Clive, hand me over a glass, would you?"

"Oh honey, I don't think bears turn into mermen after one day in the water," Gabriela joked to her husband as she sipped her Long Island Iced Tea.

"I thought we were going to take advantage of Harvey's wine cellar?" Bridget asked, sipping from her own tea.

"This one over here doesn't like wine," Rachel responded with a jerk of her wrist toward her husband. Winking at the others, she added," We wouldn't want him to feel left out."

"Well, I wasn't really in the mood to drink, but you insisted," Clive reminded, unaware of the knowing grins flashing around, as they remembered Harvey's advice to Rachel.

"So what have I missed up here?" Bridget asked.

"Well, Harvey doesn't seem to be himself," stated Rachel, earning a shake of the head from her husband.

"It told you, honey, it's perfectly understandable with the Shenai situation. I don't think it's anything more," Clive insisted.

"What Shenai situation?" Bridget queried.

"Shenai's engaged," Gabby replied.

"What?!"

"Yes, she went home to check on her sick mother. There, she ran into a childhood friend and neighbor. They clicked, and he proposed a few days ago," Rachel recounted.

"Wow, talk about moving fast. But childhood friends and neighbors can have that connection."

"Don't get started, Bee," Gabby warned, chuckling.

"What do you mean?"

"We all know what you mean," Rachel giggled, sounding like daughter. "Sean and JoJo sitting in a tree."

"That's not what I meant!" Bridget insisted poorly.

"Sure, tell yourself that," Gabby remarked, rolling her eyes.

"I'm going to miss Shenai," Rachel said. "I know she and Harvey could get wild based on the rumors around town, but she made him happy. And Whitney needs a woman in her life. I know Frida tries, but she's the taskmaster in that house."

"Shenai always seemed friendly whenever I saw her picking up Whitney at your house," Bridget said, motioning to the Strattons. "She seemed to genuinely care about Whitney."

"Harvey will bounce back. He'll have another piece of eye candy on his arm by the new year," Jeff noted.

"I'm happy for Shenai, but I think there's more going on with Harvey. He's trying to hide it, but I can tell he's barely holding it together. I haven't seen him like this in years," Rachel insisted before bracing herself for the reaction to what she said next. "Not since The Breakup."

"The Breakup? Seriously?" a shocked Bridget questioned. "Are you sure?"

"I was there with you. I'll never forget the look of anguish on his face," Rachel recalled. "We're not anywhere near that level, but I'm sensing a similar vibe."

"Great, now my wife thinks she's a psychic," groaned Clive, looking down in surprise at his already empty glass.

"You weren't there, Clive. We walked in on it. Most people make Harvey out to be a carefree playboy. The whole Happy-Go-Lucky Harvey image. With Willow, he had time to prepare for their divorce, but not that day," Gabriela recounted in all seriousness. "It was a rough scene to witness."

"I don't know if I can bear to see him like that again," Bridget expressed. "We need to keep an eye on him."

"Agreed," acknowledged Rachel, with Gabby nodding.

"Okay, I need to think of something different. So speaking of breakups, what's going on with Kimberly?" Bridget asked.

"Sounds like she's excited about her new start. She spent a good portion of the last night talking all about how she's going to find a man worthy of her," Gabriela recounted. "I finally had to tell her to knock it off with her little snide comments about Larry. If Harvey or Fred heard her, she'd be out the door in a second."

"He's a good man, and just because their marriage didn't work out doesn't mean she needs to put him down like that. I wasn't happy at all with her behavior," the usually jovial Jeff said with a touch of anger.

"Based on what Peyton's told me, it sounds like she's been making it known for awhile she's on the open market. She saw Kimberly flirting all around campus this last semester," Bridget reported. "You think she could at least look for men besides where she and Larry work."

"What was that, Rach?" Gabby turned to her best friend, who shook her head. "I saw that flinch, and don't think I can't tell when you're holding out on me. Spill it!"

"I really shouldn't," Rachel protested, but Gabriela's glare **** her to continue. "Finn told me that back in his freshman year, Kimberly came onto him. She never said it outright, but he felt strongly about it. He didn't know what to do or who to tell, so he kept quiet. Afterward, he tried to only meet with Larry when he knew Kimberly wouldn't be around."

"With the son of her good friend, that's not right!" Gabby stated firmly, missing out on the irony of her statement with her interest in Sean. In her mind, the situations were vastly different as Cassandra was dead.

"It might be even worse, as Finn thinks she cheated on Larry with other students," Rachel sadly added. "The Kimberly we knew growing up used to be kind and good-hearted, but for some reason, she's changed."

"Probably when Bridget stole her boyfriend," Gabby said with a smirk to lighten the mood back up.

"Wait, I did no such thing! I didn't steal Jimmy Milsom from her; they weren't even dating," Bridget insisted.

"Well, Kimberly thought they were," pointed out her cheersister.

"She gave him a handjob in his car after he made the game-winning free throw!" Bridget exclaimed. "That was it between them, and I didn't even know that when he asked me out."

"Well, she was pretty broken up about it. I'll give that to Gabby," Rachel admitted.

"Whatever. Jimmy wasn't a great catch or anything. He spent all his time talking about basketball, and I mean every minute. High school, college, or the NBA, it's all that mattered to him," the blonde recounted.

"You do know he coaches high school basketball? We saw him last year when Jared played his team. He hasn't aged well either," Gabriela informed the other others.

"Well, I hope that the divorce brings back the old Kimberly," Rachel saidl, returning to the previous topic. "She was a great girl when we were growing up. A little too quiet and shy, but she was a nice girl."

"We were never close, but Cassie liked her a lot. And I always trusted her instincts," Bridget admitted.

"I wonder if she just thought she made a mistake in marrying Larry and it ate away at her. They were always so different. Maybe we were wrong in thinking that was a positive thing," Gabby conjectured. "Her attitude didn't start changing until what five or six years ago?"

"That's probably about right," Rachel answered. "Okay, let's talk about something less depressing."

"How have Jared and Juliana been?" asked Bridget.

"Jared's been mostly okay until today. That boy is definitely going to regret his fight when we get back. What? I mean it, Jeff!" she added to her husband, who seemed more willing to let the fight slide. "Up to now, my biggest worry has been his revolving bedroom door. I swear that boy appears to be working on banging every girl in the senior class."

"He's fine, honey. Not like you haven't had your fun over the years," her husband butted in to defend his son.

"Pssh, you're just hoping to fuck a few of those teens too. Besides, you're not the one that walked in on him having a threesome," Gabriela reminded him.

"You actually walked in on it?" Bridget gasped.

"Not exactly, but I know the signs and smells. I had to give him a lecture about doing that at home, where his little sister could walk right in," Gabby answered. "Luckily, my son doesn't sound like an asshole to these girls. I sat down with his friend, Bethany, the other week. You remember her? That girl is a wellspring of gossip, so I knew she could fill me in."

"Wow, I don't know what I would do if I had a son like that. Sean's so different from Jared. He's almost too much of a romantic," Bridget remarked. "How about Jules?"

"She's so excited about her first job. There's stiff competition for those winter break jobs at Snowbird Lodge. Hopefully, unlike her brother, she's behaving while staying with the Bickleys across the street. That's Bethany's family, and she's working at Snowbird too. She's a tough little cookie, so I'm expecting her to watch out for my girl," Gabby filled in her friends about her daughter.

"Aw, I hope she doesn't hate it once she realizes she has to actually work," Bridget joked. "You always loved your little surprises. I sure was shocked to see Jared, in more ways than one, when I walked in. I thought Jules would be here instead. At least, Sean should be happy to have him here rather than his little admirer. You won't be able to play matchmaker on this trip, Gabs," she added with a laugh, only for Rachel to **** on her drink.

"Bee, I think at this point, Sean would be thrilled to have Jules teasing him rather than her mother," Rachel added with a shake of her head.

"Gabby, what are you doing to my kid?" questioned a knowing Bridget.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help him out. You went on about how depressed he got after breaking up with his girlfriend, so I decided to help him find a new one," divulged her old cheerleader mentor. "And it's not just me. Rachel's been helping too!"

"Don't bring me in this. I already apologized to poor Sean for my part," the redhead protested.

"Great, so this explains why he couldn't wait to talk to JoJo," Bridget muttered. "Can you two please not screw my kid up. Sean's already afraid to ask a girl out until the situation is perfect in his mind. I don't need him freaking out anymore."

"We're not trying to screw Sean up. He's turned into such a handsome young man and should be enjoying his last year of school," Gabby countered. "Besides, Rach and I have a plan."

"We do?" asked a tipsy Rachel.

"Geez, slow down on the drinking, will ya. And yes, we do. We're going to find out his likes and dislikes for girls. Once we have that down, then we're going to ask Lacey, and maybe Whitney, for their opinions about their classmates," narrated Gabriela about her plan.

"This sounds like a disaster in the making," grumbled Sean's worried mother.

"You'll see; it's going to work out great. Just like when I played matchmaker for you. Or did you forget I'm the one that hooked you up with Charlie Otterson?" a proud Gabby recalled. "Your first love; your first for everything."

"Fine, you did well with Charlie. He was a great boyfriend until his family moved." Bridget smiled at the memory of her high school flame. "But you conveniently forget he wasn't your first choice for me. Or are you ignoring Morgan Barrow on purpose?"

"Hey, I said he was a go-getter, and I was right. He's a damn congressman!" Gabriela insisted, a little too much.

"Morgan's an insufferable asshole. Even back in sophomore year, he thought his shit didn't stink," Bridget responded.

"She's got you there, Gabs. Clive and I run into him all the time at events, and he's just the worst," Rachel pointed out.

"So I'm batting .500 with you, Bridget. It still worked out for the best," Gabby noted.

"The problem is if you swing and miss on the first one with Sean, you might hurt him. He's such a romantic that I worry about him," his mother admitted. "Besides, your plan might not even interest him. He's had a crush on a girl for years."

"He does?" Rachel asked, surprised.

"Hmm, now that's interesting. Who is it?" Gabriela inquired.

"Oh, no, I'm not telling. And you didn't hear that, you got it?" warned Bridget, cursing her drink for her slip of the tongue.

Before her two friends could answer, a loud snort startled them.

"Jeff, wake up! We're not going to bed yet," Gabby said, slapping her snoring husband's chest.

---

"Yeah...just like that," Whitney moaned.

"Fuck, you looked so hot in that bikini today," groaned Owen. He looked over her shoulder at the picture of the blonde leaping out of the water. The same image that Skye joked to Whitney about her almost freeing her nipple.

"Me? I think you're more excited, ugh, seeing Skye," she teased him, swiping over on her phone to a picture of Skye leaping out of the water. The older woman's nipples were clearly hard from her excitement.

"What? No...you're the hot one," Owen protested, slowing down his thrusts into her from behind.

Great, now he's getting awkward again. He can be so frustrating at times! Whitney groaned inside her head. "No, I love that she makes you all hot and bothered. Don't slow down. Faster, go faster!"

"Holy shit!" Owen exclaimed, as the next picture came up on his girlfriend's phone.

Why that sneaky Sean! I didn't realize he snapped a shot of this. Whitney thought to herself as the picture of Skye reaching out to make the blonde's larger breasts bounce appeared before her eyes. Still, it seemed to be a picture that worked on Owen as he started to increase his thrusts once again.

"You like that? Yeah, ooh...Skye's a sexy little minx. Ah, damn...yes!" the buxom blonde spurred on her lover.

Her boyfriend's hand now reached around to cup one of her breasts, as the next group of pictures showed the two women playfully fighting.

"So hot, so fucking, ugh, hot!" Owen grunted out, his pace of thrusts now growing wildly out of control.

"Oh...fuck...control your--ah...self...need more," Whitney struggled to get out at the frenzied thrusts. She accidentally swiped over to the next photo.

"Oh, fuuuccckkk!" the college student wailed as his orgasm hit.

"Wait, no!" Whitney begged, not quite there yet for her orgasm. Unfortunately, her boyfriend was spent, and he staggered backward, pulling his cock out of her flooded pussy.

Dammit, I needed to cum! Whitney cursed while looking down to see what had sent her boyfriend over the edge. Staring back was the picture of her reaching around and cupping Skye's breasts. Shit, he didn't even make it to the picture of us kissing, she griped as she moved next to that picture. The teenager was surprised to find that was the last picture she had been sent. That's weird. Sean still had the phone up when I pulled down her top. He had to have taken photos of that!

"Sorry, babe. I couldn't hold it any longer," Owen managed to gasp out after recovering his breath. "You good?"

"Yeah, whatever. I'm fine."

"Those pictures are hot. Too bad I wasn't there for them," Owen lamented before another thought struck him. "Wait, that Sean was there for all this?"

"Well, duh, yeah. Somebody had to have taken the pictures," an annoyed Whitney stated.

"And you want me to believe he didn't try something with you two? No guy could resist the two of you acting like that," Owen pointed out, getting angry.

"Sean didn't do anything. He's not some pervert, okay. Maybe he was tempted, but we'll never know because the ranger showed up right then," his girlfriend defended her classmate.

"That's still hard to believe..."

"You accusing me of lying?" Whitney spat out.

"No, no, but you were getting awfully close to him in the hot springs before you left to take the pictures. You were practically on top of him," Owen backed down slightly but still pointed out the other scene that had been bothering him.

"We were laughing about the last time we up here together as kids. I'm sorry if you're so insecure that I can't joke around with other guys," shot Whitney, officially pissed off.

"I'm not insecure. You're the one acting--"

"Acting like what? A tease? A slut? You know I'm wondering which of us is the one in high school. You're acting like a jealous little schoolboy," the blonde cut him off with a sneer.

"Don't put this on me. You're the one who's acting like this," he angrily responded.

"I'm not the kind of girl that fucks around on my boyfriend. You got that!" Whitney furiously snapped. "Why don't you go to bed and think about that? I won't stand here and listen to this." The teenager snapped her jeans back together and stormed out of the heated garage.