...Cannot Be Unseen

"Can you believe that Donatello did that to me? To me!" Whitney threw her hands up in disbelief.

The busty teenager continued a steady stream of complaints as she raced around her hotel bedroom. Unzipping a fourth dress bag, she added it to the ever-growing pile of possible options to wear for the charity ball.

"You do know that I've been going to Donatello since I was twelve, right? Well, I have!"

Wearing only a pair of tiny white panties, Whitney's agitated state caused her unencumbered breasts to bounce around. That jiggling left her room companion flustered and unfocused on the conversation.

"Not only that, but do you know how much money my dad paid Donatello for personal service tonight? Do you? It's a small fortune! Can you believe how much more outrageous that makes his disrespect? Well, do you?"

Finished pulling a fifth dress out of a garment bag, Whitney spun around to face the only other person in the room. Growing angry at the lack of response, the teen automatically brought her hands to her hips. Leaning forward, she glowered at Sean, who sat in the corner in his wheelchair.

"Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying? Sean!"

"Wha--huh?" Sean mumbled. Snapping out of his daze, he pried his eyes away from the deep valley of the school's queen bee's cleavage.

"Seriously? You've already seen these up close in the shower," Whitney reminded, cupping the bottoms of her D-cups. "Hell, you've seen all my private parts."

The combination of his embarrassment for staring and his fear of Whitney's outburst led Sean to only shrug. Unfortunately, that was not an acceptable response to the blonde.

"You know, once you see these, you're supposed to never forget. So, hurry the fuck up and memorize them. I have decisions to make, and I want your opinion."

"My opinion; for what?" Sean questioned, dimwittedly.

"For what?" Whitney sighed. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she wondered how long it would take to break him of this habit. At some point, seeing my tits has to get old. Doesn't it? I can't have him as a befuddled mess all semester. Gesturing toward the row of six dresses hanging on the cart that a bellhop brought up, she exclaimed, "For those!"

"Oh," Sean mumbled before his eyes shot open again. "You brought six dresses?!"

"Well, yeah. A girl only has one New Year's Eve ball as an eighteen-year-old in her life," Whitney remarked, looking up at the ceiling for help. "Nor does a girl drown and get to be the belle of the ball several days after. I need to look perfect!"

"You always look perfect," Sean commented, meaning it.

"There is no need to butter me up, Tarver. I've already said that we're going to fuck."

"W-We are? Y-You did?" Sean stammered, his eyes bugging out.

"Of course, I did! You saved my life and...are you feeling okay? You better not be acting like a weirdo again. I've already warned you several times that I am not putting up with that nonsense tonight."

Sean tried to follow Whitney's wagging finger, but the pair of swaying breasts beyond it drew his attention again. Then, deciding to get back to the important business at hand, Whitney motioned to the six dresses.

"Which shade of blue should I pick? I usually prefer a darker shade, but I also think royal blue would be fitting for tonight."

Does she only pick blue? Because that's a lot of it, Sean thought, slightly shaking his head until he caught himself. Naturally, Whitney didn't wait for an answer, jumping right to the next question.

"Should I go with straps or strapless? I originally assumed that tonight would be all about dancing, so I would wear at least thin straps. Don't want these girls popping out for free," Whitney nearly cupped them again but stopped herself. No reason to send him to gaga land again. "Since I'm supposed to take it easy tonight, I might go with a strapless dress."

Moving quickly, Whitney grabbed two dresses off the rack. She held the first in front of her body long enough to ensure that Sean had a solid look before doing the same with the second.

"I think these two are the best options. Of course, that means I'll have to go braless. Is that a problem, Seanie?" the blonde teased. "So, what's your favorite?"

"First, tell me who the girl was last night," Sean countered, growing more of a backbone when dealing with her dismissive attitude.

"This again?!" she shrieked. Slamming the hangers back down on the rack, she threw her arms up once again. "What's the big fucking deal?"

"The big deal is that a girl fucked me last night, and I don't know who!" Sean bellowed.

"Geez, keep it down. You want the whole top floor to know?"

"Dammit! Stop playing games with me."

"No!" Whitney emphasized her point with a jab of a finger. "You need to show a little patience and trust me."

"A little...I don't trust you. If anything, you scare me," Sean admitted.

"Good. That's very good. Feeling like that should keep you in line until you know better," Whitney proclaimed, frustrating him further.

"Whit--"

"Shut up, Sean!" the cheerleader captain screamed almost as loudly as she does during cheers. "Look, I still don't believe that you're back to normal. I can't tell you, only for Loopy Sean to show back up. Your dumb ass might blab the secret to the whole ballroom tonight."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Please. You can't even remember what was real or a dream from the last few days."

"I'm--it's not that bad," Sean protested weakly.

"Do you recall telling the nurse that she looked like Lacey and gave you a woody?" Whitney challenged.

"That was real? Oh, fuck. Libby is one of my mom's regular--"

"I know." With a growing sense of feeling sorry for Sean, Whitney moved closer and knelt down in front of him. "Trust me, Sean. What you did, I can never repay enough. Understand that I know that. I would never, ever do anything to hurt you. You got that?"

"Yeah, I got it." Sean nodded. "But, I still can't stop thinking--"

"No thinking until I let you. All you need to do is sit back and let me handle your newest needs," Whitney made sure that she kept eye contact with Sean to make sure he knew how serious she took the issue of his mystery guest.

"Uh, like now?" Sean motioned with his eyes downward.

"Again? Didn't you relieve it before you left the cabin?" Whitney rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"You told me not to!"

"Oh, right. I did."

The blonde's 'whoops' face and giggle didn't sit well with him.

"Yes, and after your dad suggested I take care of it, I told him what you said."

"I bet that made him feel like father-of-the-year," Whitney chuckled. After a pause, she noticed that Sean was waiting for her help. "We don't have--well, I don't have time for that. I have to pick my dress, accessorize, and then make sure the squad doesn't embarrass me. So which dress?"

"I'm about ready to explode," Sean whined. Still, he eventually gave in to the blonde's glare and pointed to a dress.

"Good. That settles the issue."

As Whitney placed the dress he chose back on the rack, Sean watched in annoyance. Then, taking the other one, she began to talk about finding matching underwear for it.

"Is my taste that bad?" Sean questioned angrily.

"No, you taste quite delicious--oh, you mean for dresses?" she joked. "It's not awful."

Sean watched as she walked over to another bag, only to find himself shocked yet again as a dozen pairs of panties fell onto the bed. Finally, feeling ignored and neglected, Sean decided to take matters into his own hands literally.

"Fuck it. I'll do it myself," he announced.

Whitney glanced up in time to see Sean struggling to pull down his pajama pants. He'd been unable to get the front fly unbuttoned. Sighing, Whitney prepared to tease the horny teen before an idea hit her. Holding up a hand, she ordered Sean to stop while pulling out her phone.

Typing fast, Whitney continued to command Sean to keep his dick in his pants. Shortly after, a reply came back. Smiling brightly, Whitney grabbed her navy blue robe.

"I promised to handle your hard-ons, and I keep my word," Whitney declared, wheeling him toward the bedroom door.

"Looking dapper, Dad. Dapper Dad. Haha. That's a nickname for you," Whitney chuckled.

After wheeling Sean to his destination, she was about to return to her room when Harvey announced his appearance with his whistling. Expecting her father to dress sharply, Whitney was mildly surprised and amused by his choice of attire. Gawd, only Dad would wear a white tuxedo. Gotta push that playboy image.

"You like?"

"At least you skipped white pants. That would feel murdery," Whitney teased. "Hmm, a detail seems to be missing."

"Is that so?" Harvey walked over to the wall mirror to check for his cufflinks.

"Indeed. You're missing a red carnation. That is if you're cosplaying James Bond for the evening," Whitney deadpanned before exclaiming. "Ooh! Is this going to be a murder mystery dinner?"

"Whitney!" Harvey scolded, far more harshly than usual. "Keep in mind the reason for this ball."

"Oh," the blonde sounded softly. With her crestfallen face, she apologized, "I didn't mean it that way, Dad. I'd never make light of Cassie's death. It's just with everything that's happened..."

"I know, pumpkin, I know." Harvey walked over and wrapped his arms around his daughter to show that he genuinely understood her slip-up. Catching a quick glimpse of her braless cleavage, he sighed at his daughter's usual carefree attitude about her attire. "Now, it sounds like Dalton's flight is running late. That means I'd better fill in the hotel arrangements and double-check them. Lord knows that Fred is going to be useless."

"I'm thinking that Uncle Larry needs a great gift or vacation for corralling him," the concerned teen suggested.

"That's a wonderful idea, pumpkin!" Harvey's broad smile warmed his little girl's heart as he tapped her chin. "I think especially so, considering the divorce will be final in another week. Perhaps I can take him someplace hot, where the skin is plenty."

"Hey, you better take me. It's my idea."

"Nope. No babysitting on this trip for me. Besides, you have school," Harvey laughed. Scurrying away from his indignant daughter, he opened the door, hoping to flee.

Instead, he nearly avoided Lacey's fist. Halting, he swung to the side as the petite redhead staggered into the room with a shot of surprise. The only thing that stopped her attempted knocking from sending her to the floor was Harvey's extended arm.

"Whoops, sorry, girls. Just on my way out," Harvey explained. He waited for Ramsey to follow her friend into the suite. Now free to leave, Harvey paused to remind Whitney to watch Sean. "Bridget should be up soon."

"Yeah, yeah, I handle the little guy," Whitney responded dismissively.

"Little guy? Better be nicer than that to your personal Aquaman!" Harvey ordered as he closed the door.

Nicer? Ha! If Dad only knew my plans for Sean. Senior year is going to be a blast for him.

"Okay, where's the rest?" Whitney questioned.

"Dressing down in Cat's parents' room. They haven't arrived yet," Lacey explained.

"Just Kaitlin and Yumi. Aurora and Roxanne went to meet Beyza, and I think Delilah," Ramsey recounted.

"That damn Cat. She always has to be bossy on nights like this," Whitney complained, missing how much that explained herself. Lacey and Ramsey didn't miss it as they glanced at each other and smirked.

"They'll be up here soon enough," Lacey reassured her co-BFF.

"Fine," Whitney replied, although her tone didn't sound fine. "C'mon."

The two redheads carried their garment bags and small cases into Whitney's bedroom. Immediately, Lacey noticed that the room lacked a specific accessory.

"Where's Sean?"

"Oh, he's over in the next room with Skye," Whitney explained, dropping her robe.

"Why?" Ramsey questioned, thinking it odd.

"Skye's helping Sean deal with a problem--a hard problem."

Ramsey missed the twinkle in Whitney's eye, but Lacey didn't. The petite redhead couldn't say for sure what her blonde friend meant, but she thought Sean would be perfectly fine with Skye.

"So, it seems that someone was naughty in a sexual way last night. How did that happen?" Whitney questioned, turning to face the two redheads.

Sean knew this couldn't be a dream, yet he wondered if he should pinch himself just in case. Before he could follow through, his body clenched, sending him sitting up straighter in the wheelchair. That made his back even more uncomfortable as he sat on the edge of the chair, his legs spread wide. His groaning movement brought a muffled giggle from below him.

Holy shit! I can't believe this is happening, Sean repeated for the fifth time since Whitney pushed him into the room. The teen couldn't believe that in four days, he'd gone from witnessing the hottest photoshoot in his life to now experiencing a blowjob from the older of the two gorgeous water nymphs. And Whitney promised to fuck me!

"Sooo goood," the teen moaned as Skye took a solid six inches of his cock into her mouth. Part of him wanted to show his appreciation in some way, but he couldn't pry his hands away from where they gripped the chair tightly.

"This is what heroes deserve," Skye proclaimed, pulling off his dick.

Having already heard the wannabe model's views on the rewards a hero deserves, Sean thanked Whitney for reminding Skye to follow through on her philosophy. Maybe I should trust Whitney to plan out rewards for saving her.

"Such a good hostess. I mean, award hostess," Sean corrected, not wanting to offend the restaurant hostess. The brunette didn't seem to mind as her next move caused him to bite his lip in bliss.

Rather than resume her sucking, Skye had shifted to issuing long licks up and down his shaft. While his two past lovers had done the same, Skye's licks seemed far more pleasurable than Beyza's inexperienced moves or Gabriela's intense ones. Gawd, her tongue is like a snake!

Sean's bliss turned up another notch as the sweet yet sultry brunette dropped down lower. Thankful that Whitney spent considerable time washing his private parts in the shower, Sean couldn't believe how Skye worshiped his two bloated balls. He honestly didn't know how much longer he could hold out, as he'd been primed for eruption since not long after Whitney relieved the pressure.

Seemingly sensing the coming geyser, Skye pulled back but still stayed low. Then, moving away slightly, she appeared to study his cock intently.

"Such a majestic view," the twenty-four-year-old cooed. "I only had a glimpse before the ranger interrupted us. Yet, it looked wonderful under the water. I couldn't stop picturing it."

"Really?" Sean questioned in a high-pitched, shocked voice.

"I'd never lie to such a brave hero," Skye stated before pouncing on the barely legal piece of flesh. Then, going farther than anytime before, she nearly deepthroated his whole shaft.

Sagging into the back of the wheelchair, Sean couldn't care less as the action caused him to slip further down on the seat. Groaning, he found himself unable to fix his position as his body went limp due to the incredible sucking sensation. Eventually, he found the strength to lift his hand two minutes later, placing it atop her head.

In awe at the sight of the lips stretched around his girth, Sean's brain began to fizzle. It seemed incomprehensible that such a stunning knockout's head would be bobbling up and down on his dick. And this was from a teenager who loved to read, leading to a very active imagination.

With eyes fluttering due to the euphoria coursing through his veins, Sean fought to keep them open. Hardly able to hold his head up, the teenager focused not on the sight below him but on that across the room. Against the wall, a mirror reflected the marvelous image of Skye's curvy, bubble butt swaying back in forth, only covered by a pair of light blue panties.

"Don't pass out on me, Sean," Skye ordered, breaking off her sucking.

"I-I can't last much longer."

"That's the whole point, silly," Skye replied, flashing a winning smile. That smile morphed into a wicked grin as she added, "Whitney said you taste delicious, so let's drain you down to nothing."

The experienced lover shifted her approach yet again. Rather than engulf his cock, Skye began to tickle his tip with the little nub at the end of her tongue. Squirming at the hands of her tongue work, Sean looked down to see the fire blazing in Skye's eyes as she stared back. Suddenly, she took the whole cockhead into her mouth, adding her hands to stroke his shaft expertly.

That proved the final straw as Sean gasped a soundless scream. Hips bucking, each lift of his body announced another round of sticky goo, intended for the depths of Skye's belly. A tasty treat that she wholeheartedly welcomed, despite a few coughs and gags.

Never missing a drop, Skye swallowed and swallowed. She continued to nurse his softening member while using her hands to squeeze every last bit, similar to what one does to a tube of toothpaste.

Flopping back into the wheelchair, Sean felt it wheel backward a bit until it hit the wall. Through lidded eyes, the teen watched as the underwear-clad beauty lifted herself off the floor. Okay, perhaps Mom has a point. Skye's too old to be a girlfriend, but I can still enjoy time with her. Maybe that could work with girls my age.

"Wow, I don't think I've swallowed so much cum." With a giggle, Skye leaned in to kiss Sean's cheek. "Now, don't forget, Mr. Hero, that was only a preview of your true reward. I owe you a finish to our photoshoot."