A Queen with a Purpose

"Yeah, yeah, I'll bring your panties back when I'm done," Whitney reassured as she opened the den door. Then, unable to pass on a parting tease, she turned back to look inside. "Do you need the pair I'm wearing to tide you over?"

The pillow that hit the door near her head gave Sean's answer.

"Toodles," the blonde added, closing the door behind her.

How come I never realized before how much fun it is to tease Sean? Whitney asked herself as she walked down the hall. Now I know what one of this last semester's pastimes will be.

Entering the great room, Whitney curiously noted that the boys weren't watching any college football. Instead, Lacey, Ramsey, and Skye sat on the couches. Her two BFFs perked up when they saw her.

"Whatcha doing?" Lacey questioned warily. "You got that look."

"Indeed, she's got that look," Ramsey nodded sagely. "Is it newsworthy?"

"I got a thing to do. We'll talk later," Whitney curtly replied. Yes, we will talk. "Rammy, knock it off with the reporting for one day."

Starting toward the kitchen, Whitney paused. "Hey, where's my dad?"

"Outside with my dad and Mr. Lockett," Lacey responded first. "He wanted to move more firewood closer to the cabin. Said the storm tonight could get big. My dad dragged Austin with too."

Nodding, Whitney continued and met the moms in the kitchen. Placing a big grin on her face, she reported to Mrs. Tarver.

"Sean's all squeaky clean now, Bridget."

"I'll bet," giggled Gabriela.

"Gabs!" Rachel hissed, slapping her BFF's arm.

"Thank you, dear. I hope it wasn't too taxing for you," Bridget said.

"It did take longer than I expected. A lot more area to cover, and he's one that likes to take his time," Whitney reported with a straight face.

Rachel couldn't help but join in with Gabby's giggles.

"That's not what I meant," Bridget sighed. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she added, "I'm worried that you're carrying on like normal. You need to slow down, Whitney. Conserve your energy for tonight."

"I feel fine."

"That doesn't mean you are," Bridget attempted to point out. "Now, your father wants you to take a nap."

"A nap! I have something important to do," Whitney whined. "I'm not a little girl."

"Look, I'll give you fifteen minutes to finish your thing. After that, get your little butt into bed. If not, then your father will be back inside, and he can deal with you."

Knowing how her father would handle it, she flashed a half-smile at Bridget.

"Fine, I'll take a nap after I'm done. Do you know where Peyton went?"

"She's out in the sunroom with Lana," Rachel answered first, having regained her composure.

"You can't be serious!" Lana exclaimed.

"I'm very serious," Peyton responded, standing with her arms folded as she watched her best friend.

"No, this must be a joke. Are you recording this? Where's your phone?" Lana rattled off. Her head moved this way, bobbed that way as she peered into every nook and cranny that might hold a smartphone.

"I'm not setting you up for a joke. Answer my question!" Peyton uncrossed her arms and slammed them down at her sides.

"Wait, you are serious!" Lana's face morphed from suspicion to disbelief to fascination. "Holy fuck! It happened? Somebody mounted Sean last night? No fucking way!"

Peyton watched as the redhead spun around in delight, laughing at the scenario.

"Oh, I bet Sean's in his glory today. He's probably writing his letter to Penthouse right now. Wait, do they even do that anymore? Do they, Pey? Or did the internet ruin that right of manhood passage?"

"I don't know! Besides, that's not important."

"Dear Penthouse, last night, the strangest thing happened. I was staying in a cabin, and I think it may be haunted. There is a history of debauchery at the old cabin that burned down. How else can I explain--" Lana's imitation of Sean's voice ended with a shove in the shoulder from his sister.

"That's not funny! Now, did you take advantage of my brother or night?!"

"Shit, why would I wanna fuck your brother last night? I've had plenty of other opportunities in the past. Hell, his bedroom is in your basement. I could slip down there some night and fuck the shit out of him, and no one in your house would hear."

"Lana!"

"Not to mention that he's injured and doped up on painkillers. I doubt he can even get it up," Lana continued.

"Oh, he can get it up," Peyton mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," Peyton denied. "Stop stalling. Yes or no?"

"Gawd, no," Lana replied. "But, I'm starting to get wet imagining sneaking down to his room next time--"

The doors to the sunroom opened. Whitney leaned in and saw Peyton's armed cocked in the air, ready to punch Lana.

"Oh, good. I'm not interrupting anything important. Peyton, I need your help. It's about you-know-what."

"Ooh! Is this about Sean's midnight lover? Can I come? Can I?" Lana begged, bouncing up and down.

"No!" Whitney and Peyton responded.

"So, how come we need JoJo?" Peyton inquired as she climbed the last step to the second floor.

"She's been aware of this particular issue for several days," Whitney replied. "I think it's fitting that she join us."

"If you say so," Peyton shrugged as they approached the bedroom door. "Uh, make sure you knock."

"I always knock."

BANG BANG BANG

"Geez, knock the door down," Peyton commented after Whitney used her arm to bang on the door.

"JoJo, it's Whitney and Peyton," the younger girl announced. When her hand reached for the doorknob, the older blonde shot her arm out to block her.

"Wait! Give her fifteen seconds, at least," Peyton said. "Um, she might not be alone."

"I don't think Newt would mind. He's probably on his tablet again," Whitney remarked, rolling her eyes and reaching for the doorknob again.

"I didn't mean Newt," Peyton stated. "JoJo and Jared became closer while you were gone."

"Closer? I thought they were already old friends."

Peyton sighed, made an O with one finger, and stuck the other one inside repeatedly.

"No?!" Whitney gasped. "You almost die, and the sweet girl next door loses her cherry. What's the world coming to these days?"

"Yep. Everyone knows in the house. JoJo's very loud when--Whitney!"

Peyton's exclamation didn't stop Whitney from barging into the room. It was her bedroom, after all, under normal circumstances. The older girl peered into the room just in time to see Jared throw a sheet over him and JoJo.

"No fucking way!" Whitney gasped again. Then a wicked grin appeared on her face. "Morning, Jared. What's happening?"

Used to Lana's similar antics, Peyton rolled her eyes, stepped into the room, and closed the door behind her. Turning her attention to the bed, she sighed at the spot under the sheet where JoJo obviously didn't bother to stop her action.

"Uh, hey, Whitney, Peyton," Jared meekly greeted.

"So, we came to talk to JoJo. Do you know where she's at?" Whitney inquired with a straight face.

"She's, uh, busy."

"Busy? Is she in the shower?" Whitney peered past the open bathroom door. "Nope, doesn't look like it. Is she changing in the closet? Can't be. Those closets are pretty small. Is she having breakfast?"

The long pause and waiting Whitney forced Jared to answer. "Um, no."

"You sure? Because you got quite a large lump under those sheets, and I could've sworn that when I walked in, that I saw JoJo slurping on a sausage," Whitney stated.

Jared flopped his head back into the pillows. A rustle under the sheets produced JoJo's disheveled head.

"Hi!"

"JoJo, this is about last night's incident on the first floor. Jared needs to go," Whitney ordered with her arms folded and a smirk.

"Oh!" JoJo exclaimed after putting two and two together. "Jared, baby, I need to take care of something with the girls."

The not-so-long-ago-virgin leaned over to give her lover a scorching kiss. In the process, she revealed to the other two girls that she didn't have a shirt on. Jared began to wiggle as he pulled up his jeans and buttoned them.

"Don't mind us, Jared. Feel free to do that outside the sheets," Whitney teased.

"Nothing we haven't seen already," Peyton added, causing Whitney to swing her attention to her.

"I haven't seen it already!"

"I-I haven't either," Peyton blushed, having meant dicks in general, not Jared's specific one.

Finished, Jared got out of bed and hurriedly left the room.

"Did you find out who snuck in bed with Sean?" JoJo asked excitedly, bouncing up and down on the bed.

"Is that one of my bras? I like the way it fits you," Whitney praised.

"Jo, put on a shirt," Peyton groaned.

"Make it quick," Whitney added. "We have a person to confront."

With that, Whitney led the girls out of the room and down the stairs.

"Where are we going?" JoJo whispered to Peyton.

"Shhh!" Whitney hushed, leading the girls down another flight of stairs to the walk-out level. Moving with a purpose, she reached a door.

BANG BANG BANG

"I'm bored," Sean complained to the empty room. He wished that he'd gone with to follow Whitney's theory. The one that she wouldn't tell him anything about.

Whitney, Sean moaned in his head, thinking back to the handjob she gave him in the shower. This trip has been crazy. How many girls have at least given me a handjob? Depending on who came in here last night, I might need to add another name to the list.

Feeling a stirring in his groan, Sean lifted the sheet to check out his growing erection.

"I don't know, little buddy. We might need to take it easy for now. Tonight's going to be a long night, so we need to conserve our energy."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK