Just One of the Girls

As the older men entered the cabin on the main level, the younger generation was downstairs in the rec room sprawled out. Brandon, Jared, and Owen were sitting in front of the television watching a college football pre-game show for another of the endless bowl games during the holidays. Only Brandon seemed focused on listening to the talking heads babble on with the same tired clichés about the upcoming games. Replaying last night's sex romp with Heather over and over in his mind, Owen was unsure what to make of it. Jared couldn't decide whether he or Zack suffered the most embarrassment during breakfast; Zack for the endless prying and teasing about girls or Jared for his mom acting like that in front of him. At the moment, Jared was leaning towards Zack having had it worse.

Sitting on a barstool behind the three boys, Zack was trying to forget the breakfast debacle with one of the books Mr. Woodsen had given him. He picked the legal thriller, as the sex-filled teen **** mystery felt a little too close to his current predicament. He was seated on the stool farthest from the stairway with the card table, where Gavin was busy playing his video game, behind him. This spot allowed him to watch who came down the stairs, giving him a chance to escape if his mother's friends were serious about grilling him over his preferences in girls. Unfortunately, there was an abundance of activity in the cabin this morning as the occupants adjusted to their new surroundings while showering and dressing; causing Zack to look up from his novel constantly in apprehension, making it difficult to settle into the story.

Thus, Zack was the first person to notice Heather make her way down from the main level with a purpose in her step. Walking over to Zack, she acknowledged him with a brief smile but continued walking until she reached the card table behind him. Standing in front and over Gavin, she looked down at the teen playing his game.

"Hey, get up and winterize yourself," Heather ordered.

Gavin either didn't hear Heather or, more likely, didn't want to hear her. He continued playing his game until a sharp kick to his leg **** him to look up.

"What?" he meekly asked.

"I said, get up and go winterize yourself!" the annoyed brunette repeated. Getting only a look of confusion in return, Heather sighed and explained further. "Myself, Ashley and Victoria are taking a hike, and you're coming with us. So get up and go dress warmly."

"But I don't want to go on a hike," Gavin stated, confused as to why anyone would think he wanted to go hiking.

"Consider this your punishment for skipping out on the hot tubbing last night. Now get up!"

"Do I have to? I'd rather stay here," he half-whined, alarmed at the thought of being alone with three beautiful girls.

"Let me explain this in a way you might understand," a miffed Heather started in a stern voice. "You won't like me when I'm angry. If you're not dressed and ready to go with us in ten minutes, you will meet She-Heather. You got that?"

"Makeup sex is the best!"

Gavin cringed for the umpteenth time on this excruciating trek. He wasn't sure how long they had been walking, maybe thirty minutes, but his discomfort made it feel like hours. Ashley had just finished recounting how she had slapped Brandon last night over his bad behavior all day and how it lead to them to make up. Blushing, she had proceeded to describe in detail--way, way too much detail for Gavin--just how the two had made up. Gavin had heard less graphic tales in the boys' locker room after a guy had taken Sharon Miller out on a date. This after Heather had recounted her own tale of Christmas lingerie and sex with her boyfriend, in agonizing detail. Hearing sex stories like these would give most teenage boys a raging hard-on, but Gavin was in such distress at being alone with the likely top three crushes for guys in the senior class that he was as limp as a wet noodle. Although, unknown to Gavin at this moment, for many years into the future the term Mrs. Claus would cause him instant erections.

"I've tried telling you this for like forever," Heather continued after her proclamation. "Maybe now you'll start listening to more of my sage advice."

"Heather, Ashley, can you please just stop," Victoria pleaded. Peering over, Gavin saw the girl's discomfort and blushing face and wondered if he looked as uncomfortable or worse.

"Oh, lighten up, Vicky. We're talking about sex. Sex! It happens every second around the world. Your parents must have had it for you to be walking next to us," Heather declared, deciding it was time to tell her friend a thing or two. "Someday you'll have sex too unless you want to be a spinster with a dozen cats."

"You don't have to be so mean to me. I just don't like when you two get so vulgar about it," the blonde virgin told her friend. "At least Ashley used to behave decently, you rarely did."

"Maybe she did until she got fucked. Yeah, the f-word, Vicky. Oh, I can't wait until the day some hard cock pops your cherry. I wonder just how repressed you are sometimes. I bet once you get fucked, the freaky Vicky will come out to play. A cum slut begging for more and more," speculated Heather harshly.

"Knock it off, Heather," Ashley ordered.

"Oh. My. God! How can you say that to me? A boy is standing right there!" squawked Victoria, pointing at the said boy.

Up to now, Gavin had managed to escape the girls' attention by walking a solid fifteen feet behind them. Now with all three pairs of eyes swinging over to face him, he was a deer in the headlights, unable to avoid the crushing blow of attention coming his way.

"Pssh, Gavin? He's no boy. I told you earlier he's one of the girls today. So we can talk about anything in front of him," snorted Heather. ""Right, Gavin?"

"Okay, that's enough. Heather, you need to apologize to Vicky and Gavin," Ashley again tried to order her friend.

"Gavin? What did I do to him?"

"You've clearly embarrassed him. The poor guy looks ready to have a stroke," Ashley stated, looking in concern at the paralyzed young man.

"Well, maybe you should have considered him when telling us what would be in your Dear Penthouse letter," Heather chided her friend with the old reference, conveniently forgetting about her own lusty tale.

"Shit. Yeah, I'm sorry, Gavin. I kinda forgot you were behind us," the blushing blonde apologized.

Feeling Victoria's glare before she saw it, Heather turned to look at her friend. "I'm sorry Vicky. You know I love you, but you really do need to lighten up at times." Turning next to look at Gavin, "I'm sorry too. I guess you're not one of the girls any longer, so no getting to watch us change clothes later. Just remember what you hear and see here today falls under the girl code, so no snitching!"

"Heather," sighed a frustrated Ashley.

"C'mon, we're on vacation. We're supposed to be having fun, so have some fun," the brunette declared before she skipped away down the path. Is she seriously skipping? Who does that at our age? Gavin wondered, finally breaking out of his feeble state, noticing the pleasant way her butt cheeks moved from her skipping.

A few minutes later, Heather stopped and waited for the others to catch up. The path now had a second option with a branch moving off to their right. Once the others came to a stop near Heather, she spoke up.

"Pop quiz time for the girls that have been to our destination in the past. If we continue going straight we'll reach the caves; if we go right, we'll be heading to the Zaffre Falls. Which path do we take?"

"It's been a few years since we went there, I'm not sure," admitted Ashley.

"Hmm, I think it's neither path, if that makes sense," guessed Victoria.

"Yippee! We have a winner in Victoria! Instead of going straight or right, we go left," Heather informed them, as she pointed to a small gap in the bushes to their left.

"In there?" Gavin asked incredulously. "That's not a path."

"And right you are. It's an old animal trail," their guide started to explain until she noticed Gavin's eyes bugging out. "Calm down; people use it a decent amount of the time. Hikers, birdwatchers and park rangers. It's perfectly safe."

Heather pushed apart the hanging shrubbery and proceeded forward down the trail. Concerned over how Gavin would fair in the woods, Ashley motioned for Gavin to go next. That way she could follow behind and keep an eye on him, leaving Victoria to bring up the rear.

Gavin was surprised how easy it was to navigate down the trail after the first ten feet. Most of the small trees or bushes had lost their leaves for the winter, so only a spare branch here or there was partially in his way. Still, he could imagine in warmer weather that the path would be more difficult once the foliage bloomed.

"Ouch!" Gavin exclaimed as he fell backward to the ground. Lying there he rubbed his forehead that was throbbing in pain.

"You okay, Gavin? What happened?" Heather asked in concern after turning around to see what the commotion had been.

"He hit his head on that large branch," pointed out Ashley, who had seen the incident while it happened.

"I know you aren't a woodsman, Gavin, but you do need to keep your eyes in front of you at all times and not admire the scenery," explained Heather as she helped pull him up.

"Oh, I think Gavin was watching in front of him all right; it's the scenery in front of him that distracted him," Ashley giggled.

Gavin blushed to know that at least Ashley realized he hadn't seen that branch because he had been staring at the way Heather's tight butt hypnotically moved side to side. After the petite blonde behind him dusted off the snow from his back, they had continued onwards for another fifteen minutes.

Coming up on a clearing, Gavin made a sound of wonderment. "Beautiful isn't it," Ashley said in his ear. Nodding, Gavin took in the sight before him. There was an hourglass-shaped pond, frozen this time of year, and dotted around it were clumps of leafless trees. "It's like something out of a Charlie Brown Christmas cartoon."

"Oh, Gavin. That's a great call," giggled Victoria as she took in the frozen pond she hadn't seen in several years.

"It must be magical in the summer," guessed Gavin.

"Actually, it sucks in the hot weather. The place is breeding ground for mosquitoes," explained Heather. "But in the winter it's a natural ice skating rink. The water is so calm it freezes almost perfectly. A Zamboni couldn't do a much better job. We'll just need to shovel or brush off any snow."

"When are we planning on coming out here? I can't wait. I've loved skating out here since we were little," asked an eager Ashley.

"I'm hoping tomorrow. There's a chance for some poor weather, so we'll need to keep an eye on the forecast," Heather told them.

"Who's all going to come out here?" inquired a suddenly talkative Gavin. He had zero interest in ice skating but thought it might be fun to watch some of the others try.

"Us three, of course. Too bad Hannah and Taylor won't be here yet, but we'll come out here again before the trip is over," Heather promised. "I'm guessing your mom, Ash, and Mrs. Lockett will. My dad has always come with to keep on eye on us, even with us now eighteen I'm going to assume he will come just for old times sake since we haven't been here for a few winters."

"Brandon is definitely coming with us, even if I have to drag him myself," Ashley stated with some heat behind her words. "We'll make the other boys come with too, but I know my dad will be out, with his back still acting up."

"Mr. Lockett loves the outdoors so I would expect him, Uncle Phil's the opposite, so he's a no," predicted Heather.

"What about that Skye?" Victoria asked in a soft voice as if she was talking about a boogeyman lurking in the woods nearby.

"We'll have to ask. She looks fairly athletic so she might be interested," answered Heather.

"I don't know about her. Phillip's not known lately for picking the best women. He should have never brought on this trip, of all trips," Ashley said. Heather tried to argue, but she kept on talking. "I know you have this blind spot for him. I get it, he's one of your dad's oldest friends, and he spoiled you rotten as a little girl. But I hear the other side of the stories that you don't from my parents and Peter."

"What if she is a stripper?" Victoria burst out, unable to keep the question in any longer.

"I doubt that she is, but so what if she was. She's got the figure for it," shrugged Heather.

"But-"

"I wonder exactly what kind of 'model' she really is?" Ashley asked cutting Victoria off. "I bet if we found her pictures online they'd be trashy porn."

"No, they're not. Her Instagram pictures are quite tastefu...what?" Gavin asked when all eyes turned to him filled with surprise and questions.

"Gavin, did you rush off last night and cyberstalk Skye?" an amused Heather asked. "So you skipped out on the hot tub to search for her pictures. Hmm, were they 'tasteful" enough that you rubbed one out...you did!" Happy for reasons no one else knew, she grabbed him from his side and gave him a firm hug, his arm squashed between her two breasts.

"Hea--Gav--how could you?" sputtered Victoria in shock that Heather would ask that question, that Gavin did do it and that Heather found it almost adorable. Meanwhile, Ashley tittered beside her.

"See, this is what I meant about lightening up. Gavin jerked off to Skye, so what. People do it; I do it, Ashley does it, you do--well I'm not sure about that. Damn, we really need to find you a new guy. You've been such a Debbie Downer since Dustin moved. Too bad you're never interested in anyone we suggest," Heather told her friend, piquing Gavin's interest, as Zack would want any information on who Victoria may like.

"I think I know someone our Miss Walker might like. 'Oh, Jared tell me all about Mountain Falls. Wow, you play two sports. I want you so bad'," Ashley teased her friend by impersonating her voice.

"Wait, what? What the fuck did I miss last night?" a bemused Heather asked.

"Ashley! It wasn't like that. I wanted to interview him for The Busy Bear. You know that!" protested Victoria, but her blushing red face gave away that there was some truth to Ashley's comments.

"I bet you want to 'interview' him," teased Ashley knowing she hit home with her hunch.

Off to the side of the bickering girls, Gavin had hit the record button in his brain, soaking up all the comments and body language, so that he could later give Zack a detailed report on this disconcerting development.

"Ashley, you remember what those girls from Mountain Falls told us at cheer camp last summer about him? He's big, real big, where it counts," Heather said while holding her hands apart to showcase to Victoria what size she meant.

"Oh, Victoria, I would've loved to let you interview my big dick after I was the stud in the big game," Ashley continued now in an awful impersonation of Jared. "If only I had known it was a luscious piece of ass lik--ow!"

"Oh, no! Are you okay? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Ash!" Victoria babbled out after she had shoved her friend to stop the embarrassment and Ashley had slipped and fallen to the ground.

"Geez, Vicky. No need to get all violent," Heather chastised her friend while leaning over to check on the fallen girl. "You okay? Where does it hurt?"

"Ankle. I think I twisted it a little," answered Ashley, with some tears in her eyes from the pain.

"You three need to stop teasing each other for the day," Gavin ordered, surprising even himself for saying what he was thinking out loud.

"Oh, now you decide to get some backbone," an exasperated Heather moaned out. "Well guess what, Mr. Needless Advice, it's time for you to be a big, strong man and help Ash walk back."

Sighing, Gavin moved forward to do what Heather told him. Seeing Heather directing them into a different direction than the one they came from he asked about it.

"This is the shorter route back to the cabin," she explained. Then upon his asking why they didn't come that way the first time she went on, "Because the trail is harder to find off the main path. It's far easier to find the one where the main path branches off."

Gavin sighed again. Now his trip would entail Ashley's perky breast rubbing on him the whole way back, while Victoria unceasingly apologized at the same time. He missed his video game.