Girls, Girls, Everywhere

Gavin swallowed hard as he looked upon Heather’s naked form, from her strong, bare feet, up along her newly smooth, slender hips that rose up and widened around her hips, standing slightly stride, her tight, hairless pussy, giving him a clear view of her protruding clit and her dark pink folds. With some effort he tore his eyes away from her beautiful box between her legs, raising his eyes upwards over her toned, flat stomach, her hands on either side of her waist, her large, full tits sitting high upon her chest, dark nipples pointing back at the mesmerised, bespectacled teen. The heavy globes jiggled gently as he shifted her weight from one foot to the other and then back, her body swaying like a pendulum, drawing Gavin in. Unsure how to react and terrified of making the wrong move, he looked up at her face, framed by her long dark brown, almost black, hair, and stared deep into her dark blue eyes, watching him right back, narrowed and shrewd, as a smirk crept across her lips.

“I did a good job, don’t you think?” She asked, turning slightly and giving him a nice side view of her round ass. His tongue caught in his throat so all he could do was nod. Taking a step closer, she teased him further, asking, “Do you want to touch it?”

“I…uh…” Gavin stammered, forgetting everything Kurt had told him about confidence as Heather approached him like he was prey. And he felt like it, rooted to spot by his nervous, like an insect caught in a web, and Heather was the spider, scuttling ever closer. “I, ah, I don’t know about that…”

Chuckling and shaking her head, Heather stopped in front of him, reaching for his hand, as she said, “You can’t tell if I did a good job just by looking. Here.” Gavin didn’t stop her, allowing her to grasp his hand in hers and bring his fingers to the outside of her thigh. She moved his hand along with hers at first, letting his finger tips lightly graze her hairless skin, until she felt his hand begin to move on her own accord. Taking her hand away, she looked at him, watching his hand caress her strong, smooth thigh flesh, and asked, “How does that feel?”

“G-good,” he whispered, feeling her soft, warm skin just beneath his rough fingertips, slick with sweat.

“My legs aren’t the only part I shaved,” Heather informed him casually, turning in his hand, his fingers trailing over the width of her thigh, following the contours as they dipped between the cleft of her leg and her mound, swivelling until Gavin’s hand was right upon her clit and pussy lips. “Does it feel good too?”

“Y-yeah,” Gavin admitted, barely able to believe that he was standing in the bathroom with the most popular girl in school, and Robert Raver's daughter. She was like royalty around school, and here she was, just offering to let him feel her bare pussy as she stood completely naked in front of him.

“I could make you feel good too,” Heather suggested, leaning in so that he could feel her warm, uneven breath upon his jaw. “I was expecting to get fucked today, but that didn’t happen. So, maybe we can help each other out, just like Victoria and Kurt. You help me, and I help you forget about Victoria, at least for tonight.”

Gavin shook his head and said, “I can’t.” But he didn’t move away, and his hand remained, lightly touching her smooth pelvis, hovering just about her swollen clit.

“Can’t?” Heather bit her thumb as she gazed down at his shorts, tented by his obviously engorged cock inside. “I’m pretty sure your body is saying that you can.”

She wasn’t wrong. His cock was so eager to slip inside those folds just beneath his fingers he thought that it might actually burst right through his shorts to get to her. He did want a release, almost needed in fact, following the barrage of erotic material in the form of Victoria being hoist upon Kurt’s cock and bounced effortless there until she came, and now Heather naked and offering herself as a sort of consolation. He didn’t even mean can’t in the sense that his body seemed rooted to the spot. He was fairly sure that as soon as he gave the go-ahead his body would quickly find the strength to fuck Heather until he was completely spent and exhausted.

No, when he said ‘can’t’ he meant that it would be a bad decision, and he’s made too many of those recently as it was. He’d been indecisive and foolish, too often recklessly following his libido down whatever hole it led. And it had cost him the sweetest, nicest girlfriend he’d ever had. The only girlfriend he’d ever had. He couldn't keep repeating this pattern of fucking a girl, just because she was near and wanting. If he ever wanted to be with Victoria, or be able to be exclusive with any girl, he had to make a choice right here and now.

“No,” Gavin snapped his hand away from her, clenching his fists at his side as he conjured up all the confidence he’d gained over the last few days and took a step back, mentally restraining himself. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’ve already ruined so much by following one head rather than the other.”

“You sure?” Heather asked parting her hands to display herself again, offering herself up. Gavin set his jaw and stiffly shook his head, to which the dark haired cheer captain shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Sighing a breath of relief that Heather wasn’t going to get angry at being rejected, Gavin turned to the door, just grasping the door handle and opening the door wide as he heard Heather call after him.

“If you change your mind during the night, feel free to come see me,” Heather told him, giving him another chance. “If you and Victoria were trying to work things out, that’d be one thing. But if she’s moving on, then you should too, Gavin.”

Gavin paused for a moment, hand still on the handle of the door before stepping through into the hallway, calmly closing the door behind him, leaving a sadder and wiser man than he’d entered. Sadder because, although humiliated before, he’d still held hope that he and Victoria could work things out. But that seemed to be slipping through his fingers with each passing moment. And wiser because Heather had given him a lot to think about. What did he want and why? Would he be willing to give Victoria space to think if she weren’t currently boarding Kurt’s cock on a one way cruise to pleasure? Or was he just upset because she was moving on without him?

He was so invested in his thoughts he never even saw the figure in front of him, walking right into her, knocking her petite form to the floor, hard.

“Oh, shit, sorry, Ashley,” he said, reaching down to grab her hand.

“Ouch, that’s the second time today I’ve been knocked on my ass,” Ashley grimaced as Gavin pulled her up to her feet again, while her other hand rubbed her bruised buttock. “You boys need to watch where you’re going.”

“Sorry,” He apologised again, frowning. “I’ve got a lot on my mind at the minute.”

“Are you still upset about this morning?” Ashley asked, placing a consoling hand on his arm. “Or did something else happen?”

“Yeah, both, I guess. I was actually looking for you earlier, to get your advice on how best to handle the Victoria situation,” Gavin prefaced, looking sheepish as he realised his shorts were still protruding thanks to his hard dick underneath. “But, I caught her and Kurt…well, fucking.”

“Victoria and Kurt?” Ashley gasped, jaw dropping. “Are you serious?”

“I saw it with my own eyes, and I wouldn’t forget something like that,” Gavin insisted. “I guess I’m just sort of freaked because I didn’t think she would move on so quickly. If it was Dustin, maybe I could understand because they have history, but Kurt?”

“Do you still want to talk about it?” Ashley asked, motioning towards Kurt and Chloe’s bedroom. “I’m free now.”

“You sure?” Gavin inquired, unsure about spending time with Zack’s sort of, maybe not girlfriend, but knowing that he could really use the advice. “You seemed to be in a hurry somewhere?”

“Yeah. Zack just apologised for accusing me of planting those **** on Lisa, but he made a bit of a mess. I was just heading to the bathroom to clean up, while he went to his bedroom to change,” Ashley explained.

“Well, I was just at the bathroom and Heather’s got it occupied. And I’m not sure you’d want to intrude on the master bedroom at the minute,” Gavin replied, thoughtfully.

“There you go, it’s fate then. Let’s go talk,” Ashley stated, already turning and leading him towards the bedroom. “I’ve got time.”