Gavin's oldest dream

Lisa whimpered, lavender blouse and bra at her feet, nude to the waist but for her earrings, as Ashley and Kurt each latched themselves to a brown nipple.

Kendra draped herself across Dustin, their tongues dancing, and when Shawn settled behind her, she led his hands to the zipper on her cream-colored dress.

Heather stood rigid, fingers white as her own dress against Peter's dark hair, her eyes screwed shut from his kisses inside her thighs and over her panties.

And Chloe and Zack were nowhere to be found.

That meant nothing, Gavin told himself, turning his back on the inevitable orgy. They would never get up to anything like this. They'd known each other forever. If they were going to hook up, they would've... ditched the party and gone back to the cabin.

It was when Taylor had come up to them. Chloe seemed relieved at first, but once they all started dancing, an old crush sprang back to life between Gavin's legs. He'd dashed off to splash himself with cold water, calm down before Chloe saw his boner, but it didn't occur to him she'd see how urgently he'd left and how long he'd been gone. Fuck. Fuck.

He went back to the bathroom. Well, why not. He could take a piss or play Fatal Tower of Doom or actually jerk off this time. Maybe when he finished everyone would be so fucked out they wouldn't notice him.

Another sappy couple embraced down the darkened hallway. They must've been in his blind spot when he walked out earlier. The blonde could only be Hannah, which meant... hope beyond hope! Was that Zack towering over her?

“This is cute,” Hannah's partner rasped. Gavin's pants almost split when she drew her hand, and a bright red bra, out from under Hannah's shirt.

“Only the best for you.” Hannah stretched on her tiptoes for a kiss. She grabbed the shirt's hem and pulled up.

Hannah Woodsen's tits. A pair of fantastic teardrops that fought gravity and won. He couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe it. Spying on people making out? People he knew no less? Sketchy, man. He needed to get out of here. He needed to jerk off. He needed to get out of here and then to jerk off! Yes.

Of course he bolted towards them.

Taylor wanted to kick the bathroom door off its hinges, but she settled for closed-fist knocking. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought. The slamming door had shaken her and Hannah from their reveries, and yes, anyone could've walked up to them, but still. Show some class.

The door opened. Whoever she was expecting, it wasn't Gavin. His face was soaking wet, water running off his square jaw towards his crotch, which was very happy to see her.

Come on, he's like your second brother. But she couldn't convince herself of it. Zack and Gavin both wore their hearts on their sleeves, and back when Zack had nursed a flame for his sister's best friend, Gavin kept one for his best friend's sister. He used to be a good kid. Now, she couldn't deny, he was a good man.

“...Hey Taylor.”

“...Hey Gavin.”

At her shoulder, a reshirted Hannah glared. Smash the snoop!

“Look, I'm sorry.” Taylor **** herself to meet Gavin's eyes. It occurred to her that if she stepped out of her heels, they'd be the same height, and tall guys were so hard to find. “I didn't mean to walk in on anything. I just need to go before I head back to the cabin.”

Hannah nodded, but Taylor balked. “You're leaving? By yourself? What about Chloe, or Zack?”

He sighed. “I think they're already gone.”

That got Hannah's attention. “How rude of that boy,” making Gavin jump as she leaned out from her hiding place, “to leave his friends behind. You've got no one to talk to, and I still need his help with something.”

Oh no. Taylor's eyes narrowed. “With what?”

“You know. That thing we were talking about. Now, I'm gonna look around and see if he's still here. Gavin,” she waggled a finger at him, “don't you go anywhere. Taylor has her own thing, and she needs you to help her for as long as you can.” Taylor went red.

“Hannah!”

“Don't do anything I wouldn't do!” she sang, closing the bathroom door behind her.

They shared a split second to size each other up and think, Am I really gonna do this?

Then Taylor was sitting on the counter and clutching Gavin's hips, both trading sloppy kisses, both vibrating with lust. The pressure between her legs was delicious, his cock rubbing her clit at just the right angle, and she grunted into his mouth. She thought she might explode. It was still a surprise when she did explode.

“Oh yes yes yes yes!” Sweat beaded on her face, and her arms and legs clenched tight around him.

“Did you just...?”

“Yeah.” She nodded into his shoulder. “Did you?”

He squirmed. “No, but I'm like a second away.”

She pushed him gently. “Back a little bit.”

He stood up to give her space, but she spun him around against the counter. She kissed him again and reached for his shirt buttons.

“God, that was good, Gavin.” She whispered into his bare skin from his collarbone down, peeling the shirt away. “That was so good. I owe you one.”

“Taylor, this is, it's incredible.”

“I think you're gonna be saying that a lot tonight." She unbuckled his pants, and he tilted forward so they could drop. Then she was in his boxers. Her fingertips caressed the muscles of his groin, the length of his shaft. He moaned and proved her right.

She stopped.

“Do you still have to pee? Because that's not my thing.”

He laughed. “I was actually gonna jerk off before heading back.”

“Oh yeah?” She grinned up at him from her knees. “Were you gonna jerk off to something like this?”

Her mouth was more wonderful than he'd ever imagined (and he'd imagined it more often than he'd ever admit). Warm and wet and soft, and that was before her tongue took over stroking from her fingers. She bobbed erratically on him, and he realized she was trying to match her tempo with the music outside.

In his fantasies, Gavin always impressed her with some feat of stamina, but here on Earth it was clear he had seconds to spare.

“Taylor, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum already.”

“Don't hold back,” she whispered, and the distinct melody of her voice sent him into the spasms of pre-orgasm. She kissed his pink head. “I want it.”

Gavin came so hard he blacked out for a second. Taylor's lips closed over his cap, and her tongue tickled his frenulum. She drew a bigger load from him than he thought he could shoot, but she took it all and swallowed it down.

“Wow,” she gasped, “you must've thought it was incredible.”

He shook his head and lay back, spent, against the mirror. “I don't think that word's strong enough.”

“Well, while you think of a better one, I need your help with something.” She peeled her black top off, pointing to her bra clasp, but for some reason he didn't look excited.

“When did the music stop?”

Hannah's playlist no longer thrummed through the bathroom door. It had been replaced with raised voices.