Heather’s turn.

Chapter 5 – Lake House Vacation (continued)

“Fine, get dressed, but I’m not done with you.” He released her arm and she untangled her tops from each other, pulled on her camisole, followed by her flannel top, and rose to her feet.

“Come here.” She said, standing up and taking his hand, leading him to the couch in the living room.

She pushed him onto the couch, and then sat on his lap facing away from him. He nuzzled her hair as she took his hands and brought one to her ample tits, and the other to her lips, slurping his middle and ring fingers into her mouth, and suckling wetly.

“What’re you doing?” Jason asked, finding the slimy sensation of her tongue spreading saliva on his digits kind of strange, though not unpleasant.

“Getting your fingers wet, dumbass.” She murmured before suckling his fingers sidelong, moving them up and down. She was really working a lot of spit onto his skin, enough that it was dripping down his palm and onto his wrist. Seeming a bit excessive.

“Is that really necessary?” He asked, remembering at least to knead and squeeze her left breast with his hand while she worked on his right hand with her mouth.

He quickly found her stiff nipple through the fabric of her clothes, marveling that it was so much easier this time around. He rolled it in between his thumb and forefinger as she took his right hand down to shove into the waistband of her pajamas and panties. He stroked along her slit, up then down, and then he curled his two spit-slicked fingers into her damp heat.

“Fuck!” She arched against him. “Needs to be wet, or it can get uncomfortable, Dick-Head.”

“Right.” He murmured against her ear, blowing a puff of air to get a few strands of her hair out of his face. “With Kate, I gave her an orgasm before putting my fingers in her.”

“Don’t talk about other girls while you’re fucking me, retard.” She growled, turning her head to kiss him. Or more accurately to graze his lips with hers while breathing heavily, her breath still a bit minty from her toothpaste. “You know where my g-spot is?” She asked, rocking her hips against his hand as his fingers stroked in and out of her.

“Not a hundred percent sure.” He admitted, “But I’ll do my best.”

“Push in to the third knuckle, curl up and a little to your right, about one-o’clock.”

“One-o’clock?” He made the motion she described, and she turned her head forward and arched so hard her back bowed off his chest, and her gaze was staring straight up at the ceiling.

“There! Fuck, Jason, right there! Fuck!”

“Keep it down.” He pinched and pulled on her nipple while repeatedly curling his fingers against a soft spongy bump he could feel within her, just a little behind and above where the heel of his hand was pressed against her clit.

She turned her head, and bit him on the neck, causing him to hiss as she muffled her cries into his flesh. But he kept up the motions of his fingers as she rocked and trembled, warm fluid leaking copiously around his hand and into her panties.

He winced, and brought his hand from her breast to her face, letting her turn her face into his palm as he covered her mouth, her own hands flailing as she thrashed and moaned and screamed out once, then twice, then grew limp in his arms.

He held still, his fingers buried unmoving within her as she shivered a couple times, her whole body trembling. Then she wrapped her hands around his forearm and pulled it away from her mouth. “You’re pretty good at that.” She whispered hoarsely.

“I’ve had a little practice, but I think that’s the first time I definitively felt a girl’s g-spot.”

“Gonna have to change my panties, you fucker.” She added, placing a kiss on the spot where she’d bitten him.

“Uh… sorry?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Shut the fuck up. Didn’t mean it like that, asshole.”

He chuckled, “Well, I guess we’re even now, at least.”

“Not hardly.” She reached down and tugged on his wrist, and he let her pull his hand from inside her underwear. Then she brought his fingers to her lips once more and suckled gently, this time cleaning off her saliva and juices instead of adding to them. “I still owe you for Kate’s penalty transfer, and for unzipping me.”

“Well I owe you for the dance and pantsing to help me with Kate.” He countered.

“And I owe you for helping me come out to Alex.”

“That was mostly Chloe.”

“And she said to repay you.”

“Ah.” He smiled. Another thing he’d have to thank his girlfriend for. “Well, then doesn’t this count for that?”

“Fuck no. This was for us. I said I’d give you a chance, and this counts for that. I’d say we’re official fuck-buddies now.”

“I want to be more than that, but I don’t hate that.”

She finally stirred and sat up, getting to her feet and heading back into the kitchen. Jason refastened his pajama pants and followed her as she grabbed some paper towels and shoved them into her underwear to clean herself off a bit. “At least I know you’re not a total ass in bed.” She muttered, smiling fondly at him.

“Such a glowing recommendation.”

She laughed, “You’ll get better. I’ll teach you.”

Jason smiled, blushing, but then after a moment he moved forward and hugged the blonde cheerleader. “This. This right here. This is what I really love about you, Heather.”

“Fuck you talking about?”

“You’re gorgeous, sure, but you can also be really generous. I think that’s the part of you I fell in love with.”

“Come off it, Dick-Head. Don’t you dare say the L word.”

“Why? You’re one of my sister’s best friends. One of my best friends. And we all care about you deeply. Why do you think we put up with your BS?”

“Fu…” He put a finger to her lips, and she paused, arching both eyebrows at him.

“Don’t dismiss it. Just accept it, and think about it. Okay?”

“Fine.” She pulled back a little, staring up at him. “Fine.” She said again, hugging him closer and laying her head on his chest. “You’re still a dick.”

“I’ll take that.”

“A gigantic, sexy dick. Seriously, it’s like a foot long.”

“Eleven inches, actually. At least I think that’s what Kate determined.”

“What does that mean?”

“I mean she measured it, but only had her compass, so it wasn’t super precise.”

“Holy shit. I can NOT envision our innocent little Cherry doing that.”

Jason chuckled. “She’s surprised me. Not quite so innocent as I used to think. She reads adult fan fiction, apparently.”

“No shit!” She grinned, turning her face up towards his. “Well, well, well. Guess I’ll have to adjust my mental image of her.” She suppressed a yawn, then added, “We should get back to bed. Be sure and tell Tiger Lily what I did tonight. I guess she’ll want the details?”

Jason nodded against Heather’s mussed hair. “Yeah. You don’t mind that, do you?”

She shrugged and finally pulled free of his embrace. “Maybe I would have a few days ago. But these have been some fuckin’ weird-ass last couple days.”

“Indeed. Well good night, Brat.”

“Good night, Dick-Head.” She turned to leave, pausing at the door to the hallway. “Gorgeous monster Dick-Head.” She added before disappearing into the master bedroom.

Jason could only chuckle as he started up the stairs to return to his and Chloe’s room.

It was kind of amazing no one had been woken up by the noise they’d made.

Then again, the walls of the cabin were pretty thick. He couldn’t recall ever really hearing things from more than a room away, and then only if he was fairly close to a door.