Late night

* Hours later.

You had been laying still for so long you're unsure what time it currently was. Your mind was full of stuff, a mix between worry about going back to the city and your mom's giant boobs still against your back. Why'd she have to cuddle me? You sigh and slowly shift her arm from your stomach. It droops down and her fingers run across your hard length. You slip her hand behind you and roll out of bed. I might as well find Bella or Lucy and get some release.

You slip on a loose t-shirt and quietly slip out of your room. As you walk down the corridor you hear someone crying. It's muffled through the walls but without a doubt someone is definitely crying, a lot. Passing the rooms you stop in front of Heather's room. From the sounds inside it's only her. Or Charlie is sleeping through it! Unlikely.

You knock on her door quietly and the crying gets stifled. You crack open the door and whisper inside loudly. "Heather? You okay?" You hear footsteps slap against the ground, coming towards you from inside. She opens the door fully. She stands with a blanket pulled over her head and tightly pulled around her body so her curves can be seen. Her face shines in the little light from the moon, her face wet with tears.

"Michael? What are yo-you doing here?" She gasps, clearly not expecting you.

"I heard you crying and came to check on you. What happened?" You ask again.

"Noth- I'd rather not talk about it right now..." Heather looks to the ground and takes a small step back.

"Then would you like to accompany me to clear our heads?" Her hazel brown eyes fill with warmth as she steps close. Her hand grips yours and she almost snuggles into your body. Taking her action as an affirmative you lead the way down stairs, all the way down to the gym, and through the other door. You exit by the pool, a couple of chairs scattered nearby. At least it wasn't raining today.

You take a seat on one of the double seats that has a half-cover over it. Your cock had settled down finally but your body was still hot, the breeze of early autumn air was beginning to cool. Heather joins you and rests her head on your lap as she curls her feet on the rest of the chair. She hadn't cried anymore on the way down but she also hadn't cheered up. The hood of the blanket was pulled down slightly as she rolls onto her back to look up at you.

"Why aren't you sleeping? You've got a big day tomorrow so shouldn't you be getting the most rest?" You run a hand through her chestnut coloured hair.

"That's why I can't sleep." You say quietly. It's partly why I can't. "You saw first hand what that was like and that was only an hour or so in. When we go back a few days will have passed so I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared."

"Then why volunteer? Bella was going to do it anyway, you could've stayed here and been safe... With me..." Her hands grip your other hand that isn't playing with her hair.

"I need to. If I don't face it now I don't know if I'd be able to later, when it really matters." Heather turns to look out upon the pool, the moonlight glows from it's surface. She keeps your hand in hers which she tucks under her arm.

"Heather. What happened? Why are you crying?" You ask a third time. This time she cracks as tears pour out. You can feel the wet drops tickle against your kneecaps.

"It's Charlie. All he can think about is sex." Of course that's all he ever thinks about. She grips your hand tighter. "Which isn't that strange, maybe he wants to take his mind off what's happened, he did lose his best friend after all. But he didn't ask me at all, he just lubed his dick up and slapped it against my leg and said 'you ready for my juicy cock babe, I'll have you begging for it like last time'." She puts on a deeper voice all the while crying.

She shudders but continues. "He's never treated me like that before. He always asked first. But the thing is I don't remember ever as he says begging for... It. So obviously I told him no I'm not in the mood and he just started to rub his lubed hands on my body saying like 'just give it a sec baby I'm sure you'll change your mind'. I pushed him off me and told him to leave. I'd already said no and he covers me in lube, like what the fuck!" Lube. I'd switched it out. Maybe it makes girls super horny? "He got angry and started saying rubbish like, 'why isn't this working, it always works, what are you playing at'... Like it's my fault I'm not in the mood to have sex, especially when he's treating me like some slut that craves dick. He makes it out like he's big as well but it's not. Maybe average or below but like... You'd know about being bigger..." With her rant finished she looks back up at you, her face flustered in angry.

Well I have no words for that... Instead you slide your hand under her shoulders and lift her effortlessly into a warm embrace. With both hands around her in a big hug, she cries into your shoulder as she hangs limply against your body. You hold the back of her head and run through her hair again. "It's okay now, everything is going to be okay." She cries louder into the night.