Heather the Naked Agony Aunt

Having watched Victoria’s orgasm as Kurt bounced her up and down his cock, Gavin decided he’d seen enough. Slinking away, leaving the door ajar as he’d found it, Gavin considered the scene he’d just witnessed. His girlfriend, or probably more appropriately now ex-girlfriend, had saw him watching her getting fucked by another man and she hadn’t stopped. Instead she had encouraged Kurt to fuck her in a different position, a position she said she’d always wanted him to fuck her in, and a position that allowed Gavin a better view of the other man’s thick, hard cock slamming into her wet, wanting cunt.

It was embarrassing and humiliating, listening to her adulate over his cock, knowing that she was aware that he could hear every word. No more embarrassed and humiliated than he imagined she must have felt, coming back from being lost, injured and learning about his sexual exploits. Maybe this was just her way of lashing out and getting back at him, maybe she wanted to make him hurt the way he’d hurt her, and maybe he even deserved it. But at least he hadn’t rubbed her nose in it like she had by staring right at him as she announced how good Kurt was fucking her, loud enough that he wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole cabin had heard.

Worse was that he didn’t just feel embarrassed and humiliated, his cock was also rock hard in his shorts. As much as he hated to admit it, Kurt’s cock looked thicker and bigger than his own, his toned, athletic body easily holding Victoria aloft as he thrust his fat cock into her sloppy, tight cunt. And she with her beautiful, angelic body and face, those sparkling emerald eyes that could entice a man with a single glance. Together they looked perfect, like they’d been photoshopped or filmed and produced by some big-name studio.

It was just like watching porn, he told himself. It had nothing to do with the fact that it was his ex-girlfriend and a guy he knew. If he’d walked in on any two good looking people fucking, his cock would be just as achingly hard. The question was, what to do about it? The images of Victoria’s body gripping to Kurt’s still vividly played in his minds eyes, the sound of her delighted voice moaning and sighing as she was impaled upon his cock echoing in his ears, the scent of the sex and rutting making his head swarm with lust, the whole scene being repeated over and over, keeping his cock stiff and tenting his shorts. There was no chance of this just going away. He had to deal with himself. But could he lower himself to jack off, thinking about his ex-girlfriend getting fucked by this man she proclaimed that she wanted to fuck ever since she’d spied on him with Chloe, the same man who had taught him all about being confident with women? Perhaps a cold shower would take care of the problem without him needing to feel ashamed of himself…

Either way, the bathroom was his destination, too completely distracted by the thoughts and images in his head to hear the shower running. The door was unlocked though, so it wasn’t until he was standing on the cold tiles, staring at Heather sitting naked on the edge of the bath that he realised what he had intruded upon. He stared, blinking, looking the raven-haired cheer captain up and down, for a moment thinking that she was naked except for a pair of white stockings on her legs. Upon closer inspection though, he realised it wasn’t clothing but a thin layer of shaving cream.

Heather glanced up at him as she dragged the razor from the ankle up her leg, appearing serenely unbothered by Gavin’s entrance. “Shut the door would ya,” she said.

“Sorry, sorry, I need to learn to knock,” he replied, flustered, as he turned one way, then the other, remembering how he hadn’t knocked when he’d poked his head into talk to Ashley and found Victoria and Kurt ‘in flagrante’. He paused, staring at Heather’s legs as the razor removed another strip of shaving cream, revealing the freshly smooth, gleaming skin beneath. “I…I should go.”

“Stay or go, I don’t mind. Just shut the door,” Heather said with a shrug, a hint of frustration edging into her voice. “You’re letting all the steam out.”

“Steam?” He echoed mindlessly, before jumping to close the door as Heather shot him an irritated glare.

“Yeah, it helps open up the pores and makes for a cleaner shave,” Heather explained, returning her attention to her legs. “You should try it some time.”

“I don’t shave my legs,” Gavin replied, thoughtless, his brain struggling between what he’d just witnessed in the master bedroom and the hot dark-haired teen sitting naked in front of him.

“Not your legs, your face, duh,” Heather chuckled, softly shaking her head at the misunderstand. She glanced up at his troubled expression, her gentle laughter becoming a frown. “What’s wrong? You look upset.”

Gavin turned away, partly to give Heather some privacy but mostly to hide his own face. “It’s nothing,” he insisted.

“It’s definitely something…my guess is…Victoria,” Heather made an act of being indecisive in choosing the problem, clearly already believing it to be the emerald eyed blonde he’d just seen fucking Kurt. “I know things didn’t go well between you both this morning.”

“It’s not just that…I thought about going to talk to her again tonight. I thought maybe being apart today might have helped, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. So, I decided I’d ask Ashley what she thought,” Gavin revealed, looking up at himself in the bathroom mirror, only then realising that he could still see Heather’s nude form over his shoulder. “But…when I went to the master bedroom…”

“Victoria was there, wasn’t she?” Heather said, casually, thinking that she understood. “Yeah, she asked Ashley if she could sleep there tonight.”

“Not just her,” Gavin revealed, shaking his head, his eyes glued to Heather’s movements, deliberate and precise, as she cleared the smallest sprouts of hair from her legs. “She’s in there with Kurt,” he said simply, knowing that Heather would understand everything those words implied.

He watched in the mirror as Heather paused for a moment, half frowning and furrowing her brow, until, with a shrug, she said, “Good for her.”

“What? How can this be good?” Gavin gaped at the reflection. “This is the same guy who told me to go after other girls, and wasn’t Victoria involved with some kind of danger with Dustin and Shawn? Doesn’t this kind of seem like he’s taking advantage?”

“I know my cousin can be a bit headstrong, especially when it comes to women, but he’s a decent guy really. If they’re in there together it’s because Victoria wants to be,” Heather assured him. “You’re just upset because you never thought of him as a rival for Victoria’s affection. And after the day Victoria has had, maybe she needs this. Maybe she’s the one working some stuff out on him.”

“Yeah…she definitely wanted it…but, I mean, Kurt said this morning that he meant for me to take Victoria to the caves and leave Chloe to him. But if he’s interested in Chloe, he’s got a funny way of showing it,” Gavin grumbled, still glancing at Heather in the mirror every few seconds.

“I suppose you probably don’t know, but Chloe is staying over at Hannah’s,” Heather informed him casually, dragging her razor along her leg again. “They went on a date today.”

“Chloe…and Hannah?” Gavin said, picturing the two girls naked as he’d seen them last night. “Wow.”

“Exactly. So, maybe this is therapeutic for both of them. Or maybe they really like each other. We do pretty much have Kurt to thank for rescuing Victoria tonight, so I think he’s earned the benefit of the doubt at least, don’t you?” Heather replied, finishing one leg and moving on to the other.

Gavin pouted, leaning forward and looking into the mirror, looking at himself this time rather than the gorgeous raven-haired girl with full tits and wonderful curves just behind him. “So, tell me what to do, Heather. Tell me how I win her back.”

Heather exhaled hard and asked, “Do you know Sharon Miller? From school?”

“Uh, not well, just to see,” Gavin admitted, knowing that she was another popular cheerleader who had at least once or twice featured in his masturbatory fantasies, but outside of that he knew nothing of her. “What’s she got to do with anything?”

“Well, Sharon is always trying to one-up me. If I threw a party and invited the whole school, she’d throw a party and invite the whole district and set it up like an hour before to try and stop people from coming to mine. If I went on a date, she’d suddenly be throwing herself at the guy, trying to get him to do stuff with her that he’d never done with me, so just she could say she could,” Heather explained, and then with a chuckle, “Sounds like a bitch, right? And yet, she calls herself my friend.”

“Some friend,” Gavin agreed. “So, how did you beat her?”

“Well, I asked my dad for advice. I just wanted her off my case so that I could hang out with my friends or talk to boys without constantly wondering what she was going to try next, and he told me about a guy that was around Azure Rocks back when he was just starting up,” Heather continued, shaving her leg as she told the story. “I don’t remember his name, but this guy had been away from town for over a year, when my dad started making business moves around Azure Rocks. Suddenly this guy showed up again and started trying to ape my dad at every turn. If my dad wanted to buy a piece of land, this guy tried to snipe it out from under him. If my dad built a hotel, he’d build one too, a few stories higher. And it wasn’t even like this guy needed to do it. He was already established and making more money and was more well known. He was just doing it because he didn’t like competition.”

“Ok, sounds like that guy is as much of a bitch as Sharon,” Gavin surmised. “So, what was your dad’s advice? How did you get beat Sharon?”

“My dad’s advice was to ignore her. That’s what he did. He ignored this guy and just put in the work and in the end, the other guy made a bad business deal because he made a rash decision trying to compete with my dad and lost everything, while my father went on to be successful and in time even bought up most of the other guy’s property.” And then with a smirk, Heather added, “But I got rid of Sharon by spiking her drink with laxatives at the winter formal last year and giving her boyfriend a blowjob while she was stuck on the toilet all night. I mean, she’s still there, trying to be all up on my business, but it bothers me a lot less now that I have that memory in the bank.”

“So those are my options?” Gavin lamented, running a hand through his hair. “Ignore them or poison Kurt?”

“No, well, yes, but you’re missing the point,” Heather explained, as she lifted her leg to do the underside of her thigh. “Sharon and this guy, they were both the same, they both went after something just because someone else had it. Otherwise they wouldn’t have wanted it at all. It’s not about what you can do, but why you want it. If you’re chasing Victoria just to beat Kurt, maybe you’re the one in the wrong. I know you had this whirlwind romance with her but if she’s trying to move on, maybe you shouldn’t get in the way of that just because you think you’re the better man. And you might be the better man, Gavin, I have no doubt that you probably are, but if she’s gonna be happier with a lesser man…then, you know, what are you really competing for?”

Loathe as he was to admit it, Heather had a point. He felt so bitter just seeing Victoria with another man that he just wanted to rip her away from him. He was only thinking about how he felt, how hurt and sick it made him, assuming it was all just to get back at him. But what if they had genuine feelings for each other? He wanted Victoria to be happy, but he was simply assuming that her path to happiness lay with him because that’s what he wanted. Though he still had no clue what exactly he was supposed to do with this information. It just made the situation even more complicated.

“There,” Heather declared triumphantly, Gavin wheeling around without thinking as the dark-haired cheer captain stood, freshly shaven and smooth, pivoting from leg to leg to give him a nice clear view of her good work, her bald mound and clammed pussy lips peeking through her thighs.

In the process of the conversation, with Heather’s naked form always just a glance away, Gavin’s raging boner had never subsided, but talking about Victoria and moving on had made him briefly forget about the stiff, aching problem in his shorts. Now, seeing her presenting herself, completely naked for his eyes, he felt his cock throb again, the blood rushing below his waist as a warmth spread to the rest of his body, and suddenly the question reasserted itself. How best to take care his hard, eager cock?