Pillow talk

Zack wakes up to Heather's head on his chest and Lisa snuggled against him.

He turns his head to look at Heather, her mouth open, she's drooled a little on him.

After a brief flash of annoyance at being drooled on, he just has to smile at the sight of how beautiful she is, he thinks lovingly.

Lovingly. 'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Zack thinks to himself.

He still has feelings for her, he realizes. But how can he trust her to feel the same way after all this?

Zack has many fine qualities, self confidence is sadly not one of them.

It's why he just adored Victoria from afar instead of asking her out for two years, as she dated loser after loser, none of them good enough for her.

And Heather has been the school's biggest flirt since Hannah graduated.

It's far too easy for Zack to imagine his feelings entirely onesided. That Heather just cares for him as a friend, and the sex just a little fun meaning nothing.

Heather setting him up and then sleeping with her own cousin just adds fuel to the fire of his self doubt.

And even if she did return his feelings, what about Lisa? Lisa. He tried to commit himself to her 110% when they were dating, he felt guilty everyday when his mind drifted to sweet little Vicky.

When he got drunk and accidentally cheated on her, he felt he had no right to fight to keep her, to let her down more.

He wanted her to be happy, not hurt her. Who is he kidding? He still wants her to be happy, he never wants to hurt her.

If Heather became his girlfriend, that means breaking things off with Lisa. They're just fuckbuddies, that wouldn't hurt her, right? Right? Right?

Zack somehow can't convince himself of that.

Why did he think he could just be fuckbuddies with Lisa? He had once tried to spend forever with her!

His eyes turn to Lisa as he thinks.

She stirrs, and opening her eyes she smiles at him.

Her glorious, bright smile, smack dab in her adorable face, sends a feeling of warmth throughout his body, as it happens everytime she smiles at him.

Yeah, just fuckbuddies.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she says as she leans in for a kiss.

Her lips brush against his gently.

"Ewwww," Zack jokes, "morning breath!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Zachary, I didn't realize I disgusted you so," Lisa responds as her hand checks for itself.

Zack would hardly blame his cock for declaring a time out after a night of sexual olympics, but his morning wood was standing tall and proud like a majestic redwood.

Lisa's slender fingers wrap around him and starts stroking him, no hesitant shy touch, but a strong grip to squeeze the pleasure out of him.

Zack closes his eyes as the kissing becomes passionate, and then suddenly

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK!"