Frisky business

Heather had strolled out of the room with all the confidence in the world, but she had no idea if Gavin was still in the kitchen or where else he might be. As she strode down the hallway from her room to the kitchen, she took a peek over her shoulder to see if Chloe or Ashley had followed her. It didn’t look like it on a quick glance, but she’d left the door open and almost made eye contact with Chloe before she unceremoniously ran into a lanky, slender figure coming out of the bathroom

“Hey, watch where you’re—” she started in a combative tone, before switching to a sultry, lower tone when she realized who it was. “Oh, sorry Gavin, didn’t see you there.”

“Hi Heather. Sorry about that, just had to drain the ol’ health bar, haha,” Gavin replied.

Did I just call taking a piss ‘draining the health bar?’ Who calls it that? Who draws a hot girl’s attention to the fact that they were taking a piss? I’m so bad at this, thought Gavin. Oh god, she’s so hot, I can’t believe I’m seeing her in a tight little navy-blue camisole, boy shorts and a messy bun! It’s so… intimate.

Previously in the uncharacteristic position of being embarrassed in a social situation, Heather felt immediately back in control after what Gavin said. This sweet boy is so lucky I know what’s in his pants, Heather thought to herself.

“Oh, did you now? Did you finish or did you need some… help down there?” she asked, taking advantage of the fact that they had not separated from bumping into each other to walk her left index and middle finger down his upper body while her right hand comfortably held his shoulder.

_He knows I’m offering a handjob, right? Oh god, he’s rubbing off on me, _Heather worried.

Her fear was short-lived, as Gavin whirled her around and pinned her to the wall! He put his left hand on the small of her back and pulled himself towards her, his weight on making her flush all over. His right hand went to the nape of her neck, his thumb caressing the base of her skull as he firmly but gently tilted her backwards, presenting her lips at the exact angle for his ravenous kiss to send shockwaves down her spine, her body trembling as she moved one step closer to her goal of the week.

Chloe’s descriptions had prepared her that his technique was lacking, but from this she could tell that the foundation was definitely strong. God, the way he had taken what he wanted, what he needed was hotter than any expertly conducted kiss, devoid of emotion. Yes, she could work with this. In fact, she was going to right now.

Heather lowered her lips slightly, so the interlocking could occur. That must have been like unlocking the floodgates for Gavin, as he rapidly increased his speed and intensity, moving in and out for quick kisses, her lip gloss connecting them by a thin strand of delicious saliva each time.

After a dozen of these, Heather decided it was time for another lesson. Gavin captured her upper lip once more, but this time, she lightly bit his lower lip, sneaking it in just as he was pulling away.

“Oww-whoa!” he exclaimed quietly, as he realized the pain was not a reason for anger, but in fact a uniquely fantastic feeling.

“Watch this,” she smiled at him, and pushed him back against the opposing wall. She licked his neck, starting as low as his collarbones, beckoning her from just above his collar, then twisting their way up his left side, then flicking at his earlobe and twisting back towards his lips. She turned her head on a 45-degree angle and Gavin instinctively responded by doing the same thing in the opposite direction, happy to let this experienced woman guide him. She opened her lips and traced the outside of his with her tongue, drawing his mouth open as his body yearned for her. The desired result achieved, Heather teased her tongue to the roof of his mouth, her plan immediately paying off as he snaked his up to meet her, the two encircling each other in a most delicious soft lock.

From the start of the kiss, Heather had pressed herself against Gavin fully this time. Her choice of attire was not a coincidence, much as Gavin would have believed. Starting from the moment she bumped into him, she kept her pussy pressed against his shaft, impossible as it was to avoid. With each time their lips touched, their tongues entwined, or they pushed one another against the wall, she could feel him growing harder, her labia welcoming him into their fold, her clit enjoying being ground against him.

It was when Heather dug her fingernails into the back of Gavin’s neck and he whirled her around, raising his head to shudder in response before once more pressing her into the wall, that Zack peered his eyes around the corner. The walls might have been solid oak, but they didn’t deaden all the sound of two people discovering the way they like to kiss and be kissed by a new lover.

This was more than enough for Zack to confirm that Kurt was right. And yet, he couldn’t look away as his shy, docile friend ravished the woman who just a month ago had been their school’s cheer captain, prom queen, and simultaneously the biggest slut and the goddess every guy wanted to be with. Just this morning Gav had made out with their best friend; they hadn’t been home for an hour and here he was, swapping spit with the Heather Ravers.

Zack shook his head, not sure whether he was trying to clear his head or hoping that when he looked back, it would all have been his subconscious playing tricks. As much as he wanted to be a doubter (_why do I want to be a doubter? _Zack thought, I should be happy for my friend), when he looked back, not only did were the two still fiercely entangled in passion, but the door at the end of the hallway, the one to the master bedroom, was opening up, with two distinct figures interfering with the warm lighting coming out of the room.

Zack didn’t want to look away from the way his until-recently docile friend was matching their school’s resident cocktease (shouldn’t I be looking away? he wondered) but it was just as impossible to not see the gleam in Ashley’s eyes as she stood in the doorframe down the hall. Almost hiding behind her, Chloe peered over Ashley’s shoulder with a wild mix of shock, confusion, respect, and awe swirling across her face. By contrast, Ashley seemed almost ravenous, her jaw dropping at first, but quickly curling into a grin akin to Wile E. Coyote and then biting her lower lip.

By this point, it was back to Heather pressing Gavin against the wall. He’d slipped his fingers into her messy bun and she made low growls every time he tightened and released his grip. When he moved to kiss her neck, alternating deep wet kisses with licking a judicious path, Heather finally finished migrating her fingers past his abs, down to the waistband of his shorts. She slowed up as she gently but firmly went under the waistband of his boxers, caressing the firm cock that she’d been enjoying raising. She pulled the weapon to completely vertical and changed her stroke to that of cocking a shotgun. It was impossible for Zack to miss that this was when Chloe retreated out of view and Ashley put her hands down her own shorts and started a slow, but unmistakable clockwise motion.

Unsurprisingly, it was Gavin who broke first. “Oh my god, Heather!” he shuddered.

“I suppose I’d better stop there. Even I won’t make you cum in the hallway for your first time with someone,” she cheekily replied.

“I can’t believe we just did that!” he said, still out of breath.

“I was starting to wonder if it was ever going to happen. Honey, I threw you so many hints, I thought my dad was finally going to stop saying I ‘throw like a girl.’”

“I mean, I was getting to it! After Chloe and I kissed, she told me that apparently this thing in my pants is special and you guys want some.”

Heather turned to glare at the door, but no one was there anymore. Zack, from his place down and around the opposite corner, also pulled his head back.

“Oh, she did, did she?”

“I mean yeah, we kissed. I don’t think I was as good with her as I was with you, I should apologize to her and let her know I’ve gotten better. Wait, why, was she fucking with me?”

“No, no, that’s not what I’m surprised about! Gavvy, this gift of yours is amazing and I can’t believe it’s even bigger when you’re hard,” she said, looking him directly in the eyes and removing her hand from his cock so she could place both hands on his cheeks.

“You promise? At my previous high school, this would have been right on schedule for me to step out to a very embarrassing group of jocks and cheerleaders laughing at me.”

“Did any of those pranks have the cheerleader give you some of her best make-out moves and stroke your cock?”

“No, definitely not,” Gavin looked her in the eyes for the first time and smiled.

“It’s not a prank and neither is this: After everyone goes to bed tonight, come to my room so we can finish what we’ve started here.”

“You really are going to get me naked!”

“I told you, it’s a Heather Ravers promise. Those are as good as gold.”

“But what about the other girls, won’t they be there?”

“They should be asleep.”

“Won’t we be… loud?”

“Ooh, are you a screamer?” Heather asked with mischievous glee, getting a laugh out of Gavin.

“Not usually, but I don’t have a lot of experience with other people.”

“You can just say no experience, dear.”

“I liked the ambiguity of ‘not a lot.’”

“Oh I get it, but just like I knew Zack had gotten laid last night, I feel pretty good about saying mine is the first hand on your dick that isn’t yours. Now, you’re not a screamer, but is the possibility that one or both of the other girls sees you really going to stop you from coming by tonight?”

“Well with that attitude, I suppose I should just leave the door open in case the guys want to take a gander as well?”

“I insist,” Heather winked.