....And Rewards

Heather pulled herself back from Gavin and took a deep breath. "I'm going to check on Peter, Don't get distracted and get me the food court," she said patting him on the back before sauntering up the stairs to Peter's room. She gave a quick glance back and saw Gavin hurriedly look away blushing and trying to pretend to be working again. Heather giggled at how easy Gavin was to push over the edge. Has she walked up the stairs she wondered if she should ask Ashley which girl from school they could steer to Gavin, but only if he could hack the mall.

She slowly approached the door to Peter's room. She had been pleasantly surprised by his moves last night when he slipped his hand under her skirt while they danced and she had been wondering what else he could do with his hands before Vicky ruined the mood.

Besides, Hannah had told the girls they could take a Peter out for a ride as long as they gave him back at the end of the week which suited her just fine. And she did hear Hannah asking Ashley to have one of the girls 'take care of Peter'. Heather grinned to herself, 'guess I'll have to give Peter a reward.'

'And if Hannah still wants to get him back he must be like, really good in bed,' she finished convincing herself.

"Hey?" Heather asked softly peering into Peter's room and finding him still half awake.

"Hey you." Peter answered sitting up in bed and grimaced for a moment before patting the bed covers.

"Ashley asked me to check up on you," Heather said as she sat down on the bed next to Peter "How you doing?" Heather asked patting his hand.

"Pretty good." Peter said pointing to the try, "Hannah and Taylor?" he asked.

"Yeah," Heather said "They gave Ashley the recipe before leaving to get Chloe a new bathing suit. Said they'd be back for lunch." Peter nodded and took another drink.

"Did I make a fool of myself last night?" Peter winched as he asked hoping he hadn't made it worse for Zack.

"No, but this morning you did look like something the cat dragged in." Heather teased him.

Peter closed his eyes and groaned "Shit, pretty bad example for Zack after last night."

Heather gave him a week smile and just shrugged. "He seemed up to it." she said.

It was one of the many reasons she did not drink any **** after seeing how many of her classmates, and her father's business partners ended up drunk and wasted. She guessed that in the future she might 'have to have a drink' for a toast at certain social events but she knew she would just have to get away with it by holding the same glass all night. The most she was willing to concede would be to pretend to wet her lips. And if anyone called her out on pretending.... well they could just fuck off.

"Sorry about the interruption last night," Heather said steering the topic away from the morning events. "I didn't know Vicky would react that way."

"That's ok." Peter said shrugging, "Not the first time I got cock blocked. Just never thought it would be Zack." he said with a chuckle.

"I guess with Hannah always hanging around it can be pretty hard." Heather offered.

"Oh!! You have nooo idea." Peter said, "Basically I have to sneak off to get away and have a life."

"I can imagine," Heather chuckled "especially when they find out she's your ex."

"HA!! I wish it was just that." Peter chuckled "At least then I could say I'm only friends with Taylor and that she's just a crazy bitch I have to put up with her because she's Tay's friend."

Heather laughed and patted Peter's hand sympathetically. "What's she done?"

"Ohh... You have no idea" Peter sighed ticking off on his fingers, "She called one The Temp, another The Help, she gave another a really nice gift and thanked her for 'helping me with my Needs'. Another time she tried to seduce the girl, and she even offered to be the third in a threesome."

"NO WAY!" Heather gasped and laughed in amusement while Peter nodded. She shifted her hand now to lay on his lap and Peter's hand seemed to drift to Heather's bare knee on its own. "Well, at least Taylor wouldn't interfere."

"Oh I can bet you Taylor has her own way of interfering." Peter nodded as he stretched his hand towards her knee resting on the bed and started to trace a light circle on it. He had guessed at her intentions when she came and now was pretty sure of them.

"Really? What happened?" Heather said with real curiosity as she leaned in.

"Well, you know, Taylor and Hannah share an apartment near mine, and sometimes one of them will come over and crash in my apartment, usually it's Taylor getting away from one of Hannah's parties." When he saw Heather nod he continued "Well a few months ago I a girl over, Jessica, and we spent the night. Anyway, Hannah was having a party and Taylor came over to crash in my apartment after we had fallen asleep. The next morning when I woke up I found both Jessica and Taylor in the kitchen wearing my t-shirts. Taylor was there telling Jessica how to fix my breakfast, and what types of food I like, what colors I like to use with clothes, telling her to make sure I go the gym and stuff like that."

"And then what happened?" Heather said getting closer.

"She ghosted me." Peter shrugged while his hand started to rub her knee.

"Well," Heather whispered leaning closer to Peter, "At least they're not here now."

"That they aren't," Peter smirked as he ran his hand up her thigh to the hem of her shorts while Heather closed the final distance and kissed Peter. Their lips quickly parted and their tongues slammed into each other, slipping and sliding back and forth.

Heather moaned contently as her fingers clawed at Peter's shirt as she felt her pent-up lust finally come boiling up from inside, eager to get what she'd been needing for some time. She felt Peter slip his hand under her shorts and slide up her thigh to her panties. His fingers started rubbing the edge of her panties, digging into the edge, teasing Heather. She whimpered as her hips bucked against his hands, eager to feel him touch her pussy and frustrated that she couldn't get his fingers to move those last 2 inches to her pussy.

Peter could sense her eager need and he felt his own desire start to fill up his cock. The sheets were in the way, their clothes were in the way. He gently pushed her back and broke the kiss. Heather looked at him with confusion until she saw Peter tugging at the sheets to get them out of the way. She helped him throw the sheets out of the way and pulled her t-shirt off revealing a skin-colored sports bra she had been wearing to play frisbee and now regretted wearing.

"Sorry," Heather said in a husky voice, "I'll wear something better next time."

"Better if you didn't wear anything at all" Peter almost growled as he pulled her bra over her head and latched on to her nipple the moment it came free like a **** man. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard bud causing Heather to gasp and moan in delight as she clawed at his shirt trying to take it off him.

With his other hand, Peter deftly undid her denim shorts and shoved them to her knees as they both knelt on the bed. He shoved his hands under her pussy and started rubbing her moist slit making her moan again above his head. His fingers quickly found both her clit and her soaking wet entrance. He dipped his fingers inside her and then smeared her juices over her pussy and clit.

Heather stopped trying to pull Peter's shirt off and clung to him with one hand while she ran her finger through his hair. "Mpf! Yeah that's it." She moaned and gasped as his mouth took turns attacking each nipple in turn. "Suck my tits, yea suck them off me." Peter's fingers went from rolling her clit to spreading her pussy lips apart to dipping inside her cunt like a dick only to pull out and start over all the while Heather's hips bucked against his hand, desperately trying to get her pussy filled.

Peter now stuffed two fingers in her pussy and rubbed her clit with the palm of his hands. She felt her long-denied orgasm rushing up like a flood until it washed over her like a spasm making her body twitch "FUCK YES!" she cried out her first orgasm hit her. Her body started to tremble and her hips kept shaking and bucking against his hand.

Heather leaned on Peter trying to catch her breath when she felt his hand grab the back of her knees and flip her on her back. Heather squealed in surprise as Peter tore her shorts and panties off before he stripped in front of her. Heather watched him strip in front of her and she kinda liked what she saw. Peter looked, lean and fit, he wasn't muscular like the football players were but he wasn't flabby at all. Unlike Gavin, she could see the outline of some of his muscles.

Heather bit her lower lips when she was his dick appear 'nice' she thought spreading her legs for Peter. He stood there for a moment, his dick standing tall and proud, just a little above average but not enough to be called huge. He stood there for a moment looking at Heather's spread legs, his hungry, lustful eyes swept over her naked body focusing on her smooth shaved pussy waiting for him. He paused as if deciding what to do. Then Peter surprised her by kneeling in front of her and diving right into her pussy. 'Oh so considerate' she thought feeling his hot breath brush against her sensitive lips 'I didn't even have to blow him.'

Peter started swiping his tongue up and down her slit, nibbling her pussy lips and teasing her clit with his tongue. Heather scissored her legs behind his neck and started moaning and panting as Peter started to increase the arousal again, "yea that's it" she cooed as she grabbed her and squeezed her tits.

"Fuck me Peter." she called out "Please fuck me!" but instead Peter switched to just licking and sucking her clit as he stuck first one, then a second finger into her pussy. "AHH!!" Heather cried out and thrashed across the bed when Peter curled his fingers inside her pussy, "There, right there, fuck that's the spot. That's the- AAHHH" she cried out as her second orgasm hit her.

Peter never let her recover as he moved up and slammed his cock into her soaking wet pussy in one go making Heather cry out again. Raising her legs straight up he finally started to fuck her. "Your pussy, so good," he finally said as he started fucking her with a steady pace. He watched mesmerized at Heather's bouncing tits as she squeezed them together.

Her body never got a chance to recover from her second orgasm when she felt a third one cumming right up behind when she heard Peter curse.

"Shit I'm gonna cum!" Peter cursed. It had been too long since he had managed to fuck a girl and it was only his focus on holding off from fucking Heather that made him last this long. Peter pulled out and spread Heather's legs apart as he started to rub his cock over her clit and almost immediately started to pump spurt his hot sticky seed over her stomach. The final stimulation of his cock over her clit and the surprise of so much cum splashing on her made Heather's third and final orgasm come like a soft, soothing wave draining her of her pent-up frustration.

For a few moments, they stood there, Peter rubbing his deflating cock over her pussy while Heather kept her legs spread for him. 'Damm, he is good. No wonder Hannah wants him back.' Heather thought as she watched him finally stand up and go to the bathroom. 'But what a mess he made of me' she frowned looking at all the cum on her body 'He really came a lot.'

Heather was about to go clean up when she saw Peter return with a moist handcloth and start cleaning her up. His cleaning soon turned to fondling and soon Heather found herself wrapping her legs around his waist as Peter started fucking her again on his bed.

*****

Downstairs Gavin thought he heard Heather's voice from upstairs. Thinking something had happened to Peter he rushed up to help but soon stopped when he approached the door and heard the couple's moans of pleasure. Sneaking a glance he was just in time to see Heather spread her legs for Peter and watch him dive into her pussy. For a few minutes, he stood there rubbing his erection through his pants till he couldn't stand it anymore and then rushed bent over to the bathroom downstairs to finish jerking off.