Side Tracked Plans

Side Tracked Plans

Peter rubbed his fingers into the firm muscle of the brunette's calf as he massaged her well-toned leg. She let out another low, raspy groan that made his dick twitch again while she stretched her other leg and brushed her bare foot across his thigh and stomach. It didn't help one bit that he had another brunette parking her almost naked ass on his leg and he felt the tip of his dick lightly press against the second brunette's thigh.

'How can she be so... sexy... so... sensual?' Peter wondered in awe as he massages her sore feet. He always knew she was beautiful, almost sexy. Hannah was always beautiful and sexy, but hearing her voice, so sensual, so full of pleasure made something inside him snap that he hadn't felt before.

"Mmm!" she let out another sexy, raspy groan as his fingers found and dug into a knot in the calf's muscle. "There! Right there Petie, mmmm." He had never heard that raspy voice moan in pleasure like this and it set his blood on fire as his heart seemed to pound a mile a minute.

'No! You can't think of her that way.' Peter thought but still, his eyes raced up her long legs, up to the hem of her shorts and he strained to look up the gap in her crotch, straining to catch a glimpse of her panties. Further up he caught sight of her breast rising and falling as she breathed in deeply.

Heather had flipped her skirt up to rest her almost bare ass on Peter's thigh to tease him a little, and to get back at him for rubbing her thong panties under the table and getting her wet and horny while they had dinner. It had been working so far as she had noticed the bulge in Peter's pants grow even as he returned the favor by slipping his hand under her skirt to cup her ass and even tugging playfully at her thong.

Now she stared at the other brunette stretched out on the patio couch while Peter gave her a foot rub and all she could think of was 'She is so freaking HOT!!' Heather was surprised at how... sensual the brunette was, she never thought she could be turned on by a girl. She was almost tempted to reach out and caress her other leg, maybe spread them so Peter could get a better view.

Heather bit her lips and gently started to run her fingers over the brunette's other leg. She ran her fingers over the older girls smooth legs and heard her let out another, deep, throaty moan that even made Heather want to tear off her clothes as she guided the brunette's foot into Peter's crotch. She leaned into Peter and whispered in his ear. "Isn't she just so sexy?" Peter just swallowed and nodded.

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Taylor closed her eyes and sighed as Peter's switched to her other leg and his thumbs started rubbing out the knot in her leg. It had been a very long day walking, and the sandals she had worn were not the best choice. She let out a deep breath and surrendered to the soothing massage and felt the tension drain from her body at last. She couldn't believe how hard it had been to crack Chloe's armor, and she still wasn't sure if she had managed to convince the young girl that she could be beautiful and desirable, or if it had just been through pure exhaustion. She stretched out her leg, sensually rubbing against her leg and the strong hands giving her a massage. Her heel found and brushed against a hard, but rubbery roll that somehow felt familiar 'almost like a nice hard...'

Talyor's eyes shot wide open with realization and she quickly sat straight up and tried to avoid looking at Peter and Heather but couldn't help seeing the amused and knowing smirk on Heather and Peter shaking the dumbfounded look on his. for a moment the three stayed quiet, their eyes briefly darting from one face to another till Heather broke the awkward silence.

"Soooo, You want to get a boob job?" she asked hoping it was the right thing to change the subject. When they had come out to the patio Taylor had retold her struggle to get Chloe a new bathing suit and lingerie and try to accept her body and realize that she was pretty.

"PFFTT! No way!" Taylor scoffed at the idea. "I'm perfectly fine with these puppies," she added cupping her own breast for emphasis. "You and Hannah can keep those melons, I won't be the one with back problems," Taylor added with a chuckle.

"Then why did you say that?" Peter said curiously about why Taylor would make such a claim at the same time his imagination toyed with the idea of a busty Taylor.

"I was running out of ideas" Taylor signed in exasperation "You don't know just how stubborn she was. She is convinced that she is ugly and that her breast are the worst part of her body."

"Poor girl" Peter lamented feeling sorry for the cute girl. Their conversation paused for a moment while they digested Taylor's story of their long day.

Just then Madison wandered over and asked if they had seen Zack.

"He was going to clean the grill," Peter said.

"Well I just checked and he's not there," Madison said.

"Then try looking over there," Taylor said pointing off to the north side. "There's a path that goes up to a large boulder with a bench our parents put out there. Zack likes to go there sometimes. It's got a pretty good view of the lake."

"Thanks!" Madison said with some expectation and quickly took off.

Heather chuckled as the girl left. "What's so funny?" Taylor asked.

"On nothing," Heather smiled a bit mysteriously, "Maddie seems to have a crush on Zack, and Ashley's trying to keep Brandon distracted for them."

They all chuckled at the idea of Madison sneaking around Brandon. Taylor was a bit surprised, but she guessed it wasn't really that surprising, Zack was a handsome young man. She and Hannah had long hoped for Zack to marry Ashley so they could be sisters-in-law, and family. She still had hopes for that but not many.

A faint noise caught their attention and they looked out to the forest. "What was that?" Heather asked. It sounded faintly again, and they could barely recognize the sound this time.

"A wolf howl?" Peter half stated, half asked as if not really believing what he heard.

"Yes." Taylor said listening, "It sounds sad."

"How can you tell?" Heather asked

Again they heard the faint howl cry in the night. "It sounds... so brokenhearted. It's like it lost a... a loved one, and it just so broken-hearted." Taylor said almost tearfully, "Can't you hear the pain?"

"But, how do you know all that?" Heather.

"She knows 'cause she's a Witch," Peter said jokingly trying to break the tension in the air with the old jab he and Hannah sometimes used to poke Taylor.

"I'm not a witch!" Taylor shot back and Peter just chuckled at her while Heather looked back and forth between the two, confusion written all over her face. Clearly, this was an inside joke the two friends had.

"Taylor's family has a Genealogy book at home." Peter started to explain "It goes back hundreds of years. They just keep track of the main family line and just a few branches, you know brothers, sisters, a few cousins, etc, but it doesn't stray far." Heather nodded in understanding but was not sure where this was all going. "One of the oldest records is Edward Bishop and his wife Sarah Bishop who were accused of Witchcraft, get this, In Salem." Peter chuckled as she watched Taylor get red-faced.

"Well! Don't call my cousin a witch!" Heather said playfully smacking Peter on his shoulder while she winked at Taylor.

"What the...? You're not cousins" Peter protested.

"Sure we are!" Heather said pretending to be offended, "Ryker Ravers, my great-great-great-" she ticked off her fingers trying to remember how many to add ".... well my great ancestor and the founder of Azure Rock was married to Hope Bishop, so that makes us cousin," Heather said smugly and looked over at Taylor "Right Cousin!"

"Right! Hope was Zackary Bishop's brother and where Zack got his name," Taylor joined her and smacked Peter's other shoulder.

"So you don't make fun of family," Heather said half-jokingly "Family is very important, It's part of who you are. so if she's a witch then so am I. make fun of her again and we'll both turn you into a toad!"

"Ok, Ok," Peter chuckled good-naturedly, "Will you kiss me to make me your prince?" Peter came back at Heather puckering his lips.

"Maybe if you earn it tonight," Heather said raising her chin and pretending he was beneath her.

Just then Peter's phone started to go crazy with a bunch of incoming messages. "What happened?" Taylor said with alarm and the sudden flood of messages that didn't stop coming fearing something terrible had happened.

Peter quickly unlocked his phone and barely registered that the messages all came from an unknown number. He froze at the sight in front of him. The first photo was of Hannah sucking a guy's dick. He quickly flipped the screen a few times to clear the screen before the girls could see it. The third screen sent a cold pit to his stomach when he saw Talyor getting fucked and he quickly flipped his phone over before the girls could see it..

"Well? What is it?" Taylor said curiously.

"Nothing! It's nothing" Peter said too quickly trying to brush it off without really convincing the girls. "Just some stuff from the guys." They stayed quiet for a few moments. "I'm going to get a drink," Peter said and stood up almost knocking over Heather, and went into the cabin.

Heather leaned into Taylor and whispered, "They were pictures of you and Hannah."

"So?" Taylor asked.

"Pictures of you and Hannah fucking," Heather whispered.

Taylor looked at Heather horrified that Peter would have a picture of her and Hannah. "How did he... I mean why would he have them."

"No." Heather corrected the older girl. "Someone sent Peter pictures of you and Hannah fucking some guys. They sent them to Peter."

"But who would do that?" Taylor said realizing that someone had been spying on her and Hannah, and it wasn't Peter.

"I don't know, it didn't look like it came from someone Peter knew, at least no name on the caller ID." Heather said, "This is starting to get weird."

"Yeah, Let's go talk to him," Taylor said.

'Well this sucks.' Heather thought as she rose and followed Taylor after Peter. 'Looks like not sex tonight,'

The two girls walked into the empty cabin and found Peter leaving out the other end of the cabin while he opened a bottle of vodka. Taylor quickly snatched the bottle from a surprised Peter.

"Give it back!!" Peter said annoyed.

"No! You gotta stop with this." Taylor said, "Now what was in the phone?"

"Nothing!" Peter said, "I told you it was nothing."

"Nothing? Enough to make you want to get drunk again?" Taylor said before her voice softened, "Petie, you gotta stop this. You can't get drunk like this all the time, please... What was on the phone?"

Heather had moved behind Peter and pulled his phone out of his pocket and tossed it to Taylor and then blocked Peter while Taylor unlocked the phone. Taylor's eyes widened in surprise and horror as she scrolled through the pictures he had just received and the message that came with them 'Look at your sluts. Just not your sluts.'

"What is this? How did you get these pictures" Taylor demanded him.

Peter's entire body deflated and he slumped onto a seat and buried his face in his hands. Taylor sat next to him and put her hand on his shoulder "Petie?"

"I'm sorry Tay" Peter's muffled voice came from behind his hands as he hunched his shoulders. "They're not mine! I swear they're not mine! but..."

"I'll leave you two alone," Heather whispered, guessing it would be better for Peter to let it all out with Taylor alone but Taylor motioned her to stay.

"Petie?" Taylor whispered, now she was scared for her friend and what was going on.

Peter broke and started by telling her that he had been getting these messages for some time now. Always the same message, but different pictures of both Taylor and Hannah, but mostly Hannah. He didn't who was sending them or why. He thought it was someone trying to frame him as some sort of sick voyeurist spying on them or just trying to mess up his mind, or showing him that he, or they, had enough stuff to **** them all.

"I'm sorry Tay," Peter said tearfully. Taylor wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her embrace and resting his head on her buxom. "I just don't know what to do. I tried getting someone to track the phone but it's always from a burner, and I just don't know how to protect you and Hannah. I don't know how to protect you." he repeated.

"Is that why you change phone numbers so often?" Taylor asked softly as she stroked his head. Peter just nodded.

Taylor hugged her friend close While Heather rubbed his shoulder. Taylor realized she never really appreciated everything Peter had to endure being their friend. The girls would always think it was cute and practical to have a male friend. Still, she never really understood what Peter had to go through with everyone looking at their friendship. She realized that this was something he had been going through all along.

She never realized just how strong he was inside to put up with all this for them and still be their friend. And he did it all alone. Holding him with almost motherly love and tenderness she wished she could do something to ease his pain and take his mind off the **** he must be punishing himself. She knew Hannah would say 'fuck him'.

And doing this all alone, trying to protect them like a real man and shield them. He had never once let on what was happening. 'How many times did you do this. How many guys did you have to chase off that thought we were a pair of easy sluts to fuck? How many times did they make fun of you for being our friend and not make a move on us? How many times did they call you a cuck for still being Hannah's friend after you broke up?' Taylor wondered and marveled at the real strength that Peter had inside of him and how poorly all the jocks she had dated compared to this man.

A man. Taylor realized that Peter was more than just a friend, he was a real man.

Taylor leaned down and kissed his forehead. Then he looked up at her. Taylor remembered what her mother always said, 'something good to forget the bad.' and she leaned down and kissed his lips. Her tongue darted forward and probed his lips looking for an entrance. His lips parted and Taylor managed to taste his mouth as her tongue slowly rolled over his. Peter pulled back and looked at her with surprise and then at Heather who also leaned in to kiss him while her hand drifted down to his crotch.

"What?" Peter asked in confusion. He had expected them to treat him like a pervert for having the picture of his best friends having sex but he never expected this from Taylor.

"Shh," Taylor said and kissed him again. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, a bit surprised that he was such a good kisser. they kissed for a few moments as Peter moaned blissfully into her mouth.

Heather watched Taylor kiss Peter, 'that looks hot' she thought. She quietly undid Peter's shorts and gently pulled out his hard dick. She gave it a few strokes before she bent over and ran her tongue in circles around the crown. she licked a drop of pre-cum and nibbles him until she felt a hand on her head pushing her down.

she felt his cock slide all the way to the back of her throat, careful not to use her teeth as she ran her tongue across it. She started bobbing her head as she tasted his delicious dick in her mouth while her tongue tried to coax his cum to shoot in her mouth. She heard the blissful moan from Peter as se sucked his cock while he kissed Taylor. 'This is so fucking hot. I gotta tell the girls all about it.'

Taylor paused to catch her breath not sure if she should continue or leave the rest to Heather. Glancing over Taylor saw Peter guiding Heather's head up and down on his dick as she sucked on Peter's dick. Heather paused to run her tongue over the crown of his dick while she pumped him with her free hand.

Heather smirked up at the two friends before she gobbled up his dick once again, jamming the tip against her tonsils and moaning deeply.

"So fucking good," was all Peter could say as he closed his eyes and threw his head back before painting Heather's tonsils white with his spunk which Heather greedily swallowed every drop.

Heather drew back with a grin on her face while Taylor bit her lips, she hadn't expected it to go this far but at least Peter was in a better mood.

Peter came back down from his high and realized just what had happened as he looked at both girls. "Em.." he swallowed and blushed in embarrassment as she saw the look on Taylor. "I..."

"Shh" Heather said placing a finger on his lips before kissing him "tomorrow," she said before she stood up and left. She really wanted to stay and fuck Peter but she thought the two friends needed to clear things up after this.

Peter and Taylor looked at each other for a moment before Taylor stood up and said "I... I'm sorry... I didn't..." and then turned away and ran back to her room.

'Oh God, what did I do??' Taylor asked herself. 'Shit!! Hannah does stuff like that not me!' and then he realized that Hannah might find out 'Aww shit! I'm never going hear the end of it.'