Living After Midnight

Within an hour, all of the teens were in bed. Brandon stepped outside to give Chloe the privacy to finish changing, taking advantage of the free bathroom to brush his teeth. He borrowed a toothbrush, he wasn’t sure whose. When he emerged, he found Chloe waiting, smiling brightly as they passed. When she was done, she found Zack and Gavin waiting, and as Gavin finished up, he saw Ashley approach. Victoria and Madison made use of the Master ensuite while Kurt pumped up the air bed, before making use of the same bathroom and then crawling on to the airbed to finally get some sleep.

All in bed, but not all asleep. Brandon stared restlessly at the ceiling, wondering what to do about Madison and Trent. Heather sat up, still typing on the laptop, the constant clicking of the keyboard serving to keep Ashley awake as well, until she decided to relocate to the couch in the living room. Victoria was awake as well, troubled by everything that had happened, all the hurt she’d caused and yet, still feeling the constant pull to indulge. With Madison’s body so close Victoria could feel the heat radiating from her skin, all the blonde wanted to do was tip her fingers in the cheerleader’s honeypot and taste what Shawn had left there. But she couldn’t. She shouldn’t, but she literally couldn’t, not with Kurt sleeping so nearby. Though he wasn’t exactly asleep either. Dosing but uncomfortable, he shifted repeatedly, reminding Victoria of his presence with every shuffle and squeak.

Waking, Gavin felt his mouth dry. As his eyes opened, sound crept in, the familiar snores of his best friend filling his ears. He felt parched, probably dehydrated, and no wonder, after all the fluid he’d pumped into Chloe in the car. He rose from the bed, intending on getting a glass of water and heading straight back. He had no reason to suspect that there would be anyone else up in the dead of night. Though, as he passed through the house he heard a clicking coming from Heather’s door and small, sharp gasps coming from the couch.

He drew closer, curious more than anything else. As he peered over the back of the furniture, he caught sight of Ashley, bent over, hand between her legs, back curved, her ass pushed into her air. Beneath her body lay her pillow, supporting her weigh while the point of the back corner pressed against her glistening hole. Her hand rubbed her clit, while her hips rolled, humping the corner of the pillow along the length of her lower lips, while her other arm was wrapped around the top of the pillow, holding it in place. Her hair sprayed out above her head, her face contorted into laboured pleasure, mouth agape as she let out small moaning breaths like ‘ah, ah, ah’.

Immediately he felt the blood rush to his lower body, his cock becoming engorged within his boxers, tenting them lewdly. His mouth felt dryer than ever, as he froze with his obvious erection, simply watching Ashley get herself off. The smart thing to do would be to sneak away before Ashley noticed and give her some privacy. He could even sneak off to the bathroom and take care of himself. Even announcing his presence would be smart. Instead, Gavin found himself speechless, simply staring at the petite blonde cheerleader touching himself. It reminded him of just last night when they’d masturbated together. His stiff cock twitched, thinking about a repeat performance.

Ashley had the sudden sensation of being watched. The tingling on her neck that there was someone nearby. Usually, it was the kind of feeling that, if she looked around, there’d be only darkness in the corner, her mind playing tricks on her senses. But this time, her eyes fluttered open and saw Gavin standing behind the sofa, his cock straining the material of his underwear. She shrieked softly, and flipped over, using the pillow now to cover her nearly naked body. Gavin jumped at the noise, raising up his hands to quieten her, while looking over his shoulder, for anyone coming to check out the sound.

“Gavin!” Ashley growled, irritable from being close to climax and having to cut her time short. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just getting a drink, I swear,” he said hastily, dropping his eyes to the floor. “I wasn’t trying to look. I heard the noise and got curious.”

“No, it’s my own fault,” Ashley relaxed, believing Gavin’s explanation. “I should have expected this kind of intrusion when I try to get off in the living area.”

“Are you sleeping out here?” Gavin asked, looking again at the pillow and the bedding. “Did Heather-”

“No, she didn’t kick me out,” Ashley assured him, finishing his thought. “She’s working on something to save her dad’s company and the noise of her typing was keeping me awake. I came out here, but I still couldn’t sleep because I was trying to think of a way to get Zack back, but, you know, I think better after a good, um, orgasm.”

“Oh, wow, well, there’s something I didn’t know about you,” Gavin laughed, and Ashley chuckled too. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it.”

“No, stay,” she called to him as he turned to leave. She lurched forward and grabbed his hand, the pillow falling forward as she released it. He looked down at her, her small, tight body completely visible to his leering eyes. She patted the cushion beside her and said, “come talk with me for a while.”

He nodded, unsure what to expect as he walked around and took a seat next to her. She replaced the pillow, covering her body again, a leg extended on either side, though no longer gripping it quite as tightly as she first did. As Gavin sat, he became painfully aware that his tented boxers were plainly obvious, and knowing that she could see it, only served to make it harder, his underwear shifting as it flexed beneath the material.

“Do you think I’m horrible?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper. “You probably think I’m a bad friend, just like all the others.”

“I don’t think that at all,” Gavin shook his head. “If anyone understands where you’re coming from, it’s me. Okay, she didn’t lie to and have sex with my boyfriend, but she went out of her way to throw all of her sexual exploits in my face. Fucking Kurt when she knew I was watching, walking around the cabin topless, fucking my best friend, and who knows what else she was planning. It was only going to escalate and there’s no way either of us were going to come out of that happy.”

“Right,” Ashley agreed, nodding, feeling more confident with Gavin’s support. “She didn’t have to any of that stuff. Even if we blame Shawn, which I don’t think is fair because even then Vicky had a choice, I don’t think he specifically told her to lie and cheat us. I doubt Shawn even cares who I am.”

“No, that’s true. That’s on Victoria, but I don’t think we can just ignore the affect Shawn had on her either,” Gavin noted diplomatically. “Just because he didn’t directly order her to do something, doesn’t mean that he didn’t screw up her head so bad that she might have thought it was a good idea. And in that sense, Shawn is to blame.”

“I just can’t believe my best friend would do this to me,” Ashley said, shifting and folding her legs beneath her, her ass resting upon her pretty little feet, her thighs still spread around the pillow.

“If you don’t mind my asking, why are you only angry with Victoria?” he queried her. “Zack’s the one that broke up with you, I’m the one that told him what you said during the ‘Never Have I Ever’ game and you did actually say those things, so, it kinda seems like there’s enough blame to share.”

“Victoria is the only one that seems like it was malicious and vindictive. I know you didn’t tell Zack to hurt me. You were just being honest with your friend,” Ashley explained, frowning. “And I said those things, I know, but I didn’t mean them outside of the context of the game. Like, yes, they were true as well, but I never would have acted upon them if it weren’t for the game and the fact that Zack and I had separated to think about things earlier that day. The same can be said for Zack. I know he wanted to fuck Lisa, he was attracted to her even while we were dating, but he wouldn’t have followed through if I hadn’t served her up on a silver platter.”

“Ah, okay, I understand,” Gavin said, nodding thoughtfully.

“I mean you do understand that I never meant anything more when I said that?” Ashley asked curiously, still concerned that Gavin’s admission was some sort of guilt over deeper feelings. “You and I are just friends, right?”

“Of course. I was as surprised as you are when Victoria told Zack there was something between us,” Gavin admitted, then, remembering what Ashley had said last night, he asked, “Though, what did you mean when you said next time I should make sure I got the right girl?”

“I meant, don’t go sticking your dick in holes unless you’re sure who they belong to,” Ashley giggled. “Did you think I was trying to tell you that I was the girl you should have been fucking all along?”

“A little,” Gavin confessed. “But I never gave it any serious thought. I’m happy to just be friends.” He leaned forward and caressed the coffee table fondly. “A friend I’ve fucked over this very table.”

“Oh stop, don’t remind me,” Ashley covered her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I came so much that I passed out and Hannah…” Ashley stopped, her sister’s name reminding her of her sister’s deeds. Shaking her head and clearing her throat, Ashley continued, “I might regret how it happened, or why, but boy, was that a good fuck. Almost makes me wish for a repeat performance.”

Gavin swallowed and felt his cock twitch, and knew that Ashley saw it too. Slowly and deliberately, he asked, “you wouldn’t want that though, right?

The blonde cheerleader bit her lip as she considered it. Her body was buzzing, eager for release. She wanted it to be Zack but that was a no-go, but she also knew that fucking another man at a time like this might complete seal their relationship forever. Her body and heart were at odds and it was up to her brain to cast the deciding vote.

“No, I can’t,” she said determinately. “But maybe we can still help each other out, you know, like last night. I can get my orgasm and you can deal with…” her eyes dropped briefly to his crotch. “…pressing issues. Just a friend helping a friend, no strings.”

“So, like friends with benefits?” Gavin clarified, thinking of a similar proposition that Chloe had made to him just a few hours earlier.

“Exactly,” Ashley agreed, sitting up and letting the pillow fall from her body, completely unveiling her form to Gavin’s eyes, from her cute little perky breasts to her toned, muscled stomach, her core developed from years of cheerleader, all the way down to her thin, pink pussy peaking out between her legs. “So, what do you say, Gavin? Do you want to be my friend?”

There was no reason to say no. Ashley and Zack weren’t together any more and if Ashley wanted to risk this, thinking that it wouldn’t affect her chances with Zack, then that was on her. He wasn’t with anyone either. Victoria was still far away from him, and Chloe had a similar arrangement with him as Ashley was proposing, though that involved more actual fucking. Even Heather who had offered him sex had done so on a no strings attached basis. Madison offered to blow him in the kitchen, and the only reason he declined that was because he didn’t want to be used. The thought of Brandon punching him also came to mind. But, none of these relationships were serious. There was nothing to hold him back.

Without a word, he stood and pushed his boxers down, his hard cock bouncing out, stiff and hard into the cool, night time air. Ashley cooed and clapped as she began to lean back in the sofa, much like she had done last night, spreading her legs and slipping a hand back down to her still dripping puss.

But Gavin shook his head, and said, “On one condition…”