The Little Things I Do

Teresa snatched the keycard out of the desk clerk’s hand with a sarcastic thank you. Turning around, she marched toward the elevators, ignoring the drama and the drunks all around her.

“Greedy bastard,” the dark-haired vixen growled.

The Witzler staff sure do have high opinions of themselves. Who the hell thinks they’re worth two bribes? First, I have to bribe the smarmy bastard for this Farah Vesper’s room number, and then, I have to hand over a second–and larger!--bribe to get her keycard. I should’ve asked for a damn receipt so that I can get reimbursed. At least Barney just handed over his keycard when I demanded it.

Scoring the means to enter Finn and Barney’s room had proven worthless. The trip up to the sixth floor led to an empty room and a detour to find a hotel employee willing to make more than a few bucks.

Standing in line for an elevator, Teresa suddenly remembered that she still had the keycard to Room 605. Terrific! I better get this back to Barney. The poor guy will probably end up freezing to **** outside knowing him.

Then growing impatient at the wait for the next elevator, Teresa scanned the hotel guests passing by. One kid looked somewhat familiar and seemed involved with whatever shenanigans went down at Wasp Lake.

“Hey, kid, get over you here. Yeah, I’m talking to you,” Teresa said to the skittish teenager. “What’s your name again?”

“Um, Newt.”

“Well, um-Newt, you know Barney Barrie, right? Good! Take his keycard and give it to him. No, it wasn’t like that!” Teresa stated, noticing Newt’s expression. “I was doing a favor for Finn. Now give that to Barney and only Barney. Got that?”

Seriously concerned to be receiving orders from a woman he still saw as the queen of the Sugarbees, Newt hastily nodded while taking the item from Teresa. Upon squeezing the thin plastic in his hand, he rushed off.

Returning her attention to the row of elevator doors, Teresa saw an opportunity to get on one but stopped. Two pairs of highly intoxicated and very handsy couples caused her to wait for the next turn.

Gawd, that’s all I need. Let’s be the fifth wheel in close quarters and hope they don’t start fucking before getting to their rooms. Dammit! What am I about to walk in on? Finn better live up to his reputation as a nice guy. I don’t need him and this bitch fucking already.

Wait, how the hell did I even get into this situation? Lana is my enemy, my nemesis, my archrival. I knew the name Lana Stratton from my earliest years. She’s the girl that I was destined to hate. She’s also lived up to that role.

Finally, a ping sounded. Entering the lift, Teresa attempted to recall the first time she'd met Lana, but couldn't. It felt as if her feudmate had always appeared in her life.

There was that 4th of July when we were around five and clashed down at the lakefront for the fireworks display. I was teaching Bianca to build a sandcastle when that dollar store Raggedy Ann tried to show me up and failed with her sandpile. The poor sport ended up throwing a bucket of water on my sandcastle.

Oh, Lana is definitely a poor sport. Haha. That’s what led to the Funland Showdown when we were nine. Bitch tried to run me down with a frigging go-kart! Well, I got **** by doing my best Tarzan on the rope swing later. Luckily, the six-month ban we got from the Dawkins only lasted four months.

Watching as the display showed her passing the third floor, Teresa’s mind conjured up images of an apologetic boy from those instances. Five-year-old Finn dropping to his knees to help Bianca rebuild her slightly damaged tower next to Teresa’s ruined sandcastle. Then Finn, at nine, attempting to get in the middle of the two bickering girls all day at Funland. He’d gotten hit by plastic balls, taken a hard tumble, and even gotten his foot run over by a go-kart.

As the elevator car slowed to a halt on the fourth floor, Teresa unknowingly formed a smile on her face as she recalled a third memory. While enjoying a hot day at the old public pool when they were thirteen, Lana had tripped Teresa. Skinning her elbow on the hard concrete, the dark-haired girl refused to cry in front of the redhead. Instead, Teresa had done that around the building’s corner while holding the slightly bleeding wound. A concerned Finn promised not to tell Lana that he’d seen Teresa in tears before rushing off to get a bandage from the lifeguard desk. And he’d kept his word.

Checking the signs for the correct direction, Teresa started down the hallway. Finn and Reece. Funny how our boy best friends are always the nicest people. Unfortunately, Finn was also the only guy that Lana ever dated. I’d never go after him, but she sure came after my boyfriends and dance dates. There was Tino Fuentes at homecoming sophomore year. I guess since we’d finally ended up in the same school that year, Lana decided to start high school off with a bang. At least Tino was only a date for the night. That oversexed Jessica Rabbit ruined my relationships with Laredo and Zarren in junior and senior years. Zarren Amming might have been the one, too! The jealous bitch even helped end her and Finn by practically pawing Quade at senior prom. He was merely a last-minute replacement date at that.

Approaching her ultimate destination, Teresa couldn't help but chuckle at her past ****. After breaking up with Finn, Lana intended to have her best summer ever after high school graduation. The redhead had set her sights on Archer Bowe, then twenty-one and home from college. Instead, it turned out to be Teresa with the infamous gossip subject on her arm at all the big parties. Until her dying breath, Teresa would never forget the first party they walked into together. Lana's face ended up matching her hair in fury.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Teresa muttered, sliding the keycard into the slot.

The soft beep sounded as loud as a horn to the trespasser.

Cringing at the sound, Teresa held the door open only slightly ajar as she listened to see if she'd been heard. After a seemingly forever minute, she felt satisfied that she hadn't. And with the lights on, Teresa suspected she'd finally found her missing subjects.

Sliding inside, Teresa's graceful dance skills also caused a level of agility that made her an excellent sneak. Shutting the door with a click couldn't be avoided, but it wasn't likely to be noticed based on the sounds coming from further inside the woman.

Besides the soft moans and groans, a pooled dress on the floor at the end of the bed alerted Teresa to the scene she’d find after taking several additional steps. Sighing, she walked further into the room.

The tableau that Teresa found on display in the bed matched some of her fears.

Fortunately, the frolicking hadn’t progressed too far yet. A naked Finn lay sprawled out on the bed while the raven-haired coed kneeled between his legs. Her head bobbed up and down, causing Finn’s moans and groans.

Taking a moment to appraise the individuals, Teresa noted that Finn's chest still had a nice form. Despite his bookish reputation, the former student newspaper editor could almost be taken for an ex-athlete. Coupled with his wonderful personality, Teresa could understand why this Farah sought to capture Finn's heart. Yet, based on what Lana and the other girls said, Farah didn't know Finn as well as she claimed. With everything he'd gone through, her old classmate wasn't the kind of man who could be easily controlled or manipulated.

Next, Teresa’s gaze fell on Farah’s nude body. Although they shared similar hair and skin tone, Farah wasn’t as lithe as Teresa. She lacked the dancer’s figure that Teresa felt proud to own. She’s a little curvier in the bust and butt than me but nowhere near as voluptuous as Lana.

“There, there, honey. Doesn’t this make all that pain go away?” Farah asked, popping the cockhead out of her mouth. “Forget everyone but me, Finley. You don’t need them ever again.”

Why, of all the nerve…she is trying to pull Finn away from his friends! Oh, hell, no. Finn's been through way too much in his life. He needs people around him who understand. That's why he belongs with Lana or Peyton or someone else from Honey Hollow. Lana was right!

“All you need is me, honey plum.”

Farah’s last words finally prompted Teresa to act.

“Luckily for Finn, a sugarplum is here. Now get the fuck off him,” she ordered.

Like a cat scolded with hot water, Farah swung off Finn and the bed. Standing on the far side, she hastily covered her C-cups with one arm while tugging the sheet off the bed.

“What the hell?!”

“Teresa? What are you doing here?” Finn questioned, blinking his eyes in disbelief. His shock also meant he didn’t move to cover himself.

Not bad, not bad at all, Finn. I can see one reason for Lana’s continued obsession.

“Up and out of the bed, Finn. I’m getting you out of here,” Teresa ordered, prying her eyes away from his sizeable package.

“Teresa? Teresa Zuccaro? Yes, you do look familiar,” Farah stated, recovering from her initial shock over the intrusion. “So you’re the dance twit that drives Lana crazy. I’ve heard plenty about you.”

“That’s funny. I had to be reminded about your identity,” Teresa shot back. “Finn, I said to get dressed.”

“Stay where you are, Finley,” Farah commanded before readdressing the intruder. “He wants nothing to do with your town’s drama and its uncivilized characters. Those days are over.”

“Wow, aren’t you such a classy lady? Listen up, hussy, those people you see as uncouth peasants are the same group that was there for Finn after the accident and are here again for his mother’s new foundation. Let's go, Finn. We’re leaving.”

“The only person leaving this room is you, Zuccaro,” Farah responded before issuing a threat. “And it’s either voluntarily or in handcuffs. You’re the one who broke into my room. So beat it, trespasser.”

“Did you just threaten me?” Teresa challenged, cocking her head to the side.

"Apparently, you can understand English. Yes, I will call the authorities," Farah confirmed. Then, she surveyed Teresa's dress up and down. "How interesting. Did you copy Lana, or was it vice versa? I doubt you wish to visit the local jail cell in that outfit."

"Listen up, you Southern shrew. No one–and I mean, no one––threatens a Zuccaro in Honey Hollow. You might be too ignorant to know this, but my family has been feared for over a century. My ancestor was the most terrifying gangster during Prohibition. We fear no one, especially some carpetbagger from the swamp."

Finn's bewilderment grew as Teresa approached the opposite side of the bed from Farah. For as long as he'd known the Zuccaros, they'd downplayed their family connection to the infamous Benny Zuccaro. Teresa had always been the quickest to point out that he'd been a distant relative and a family embarrassment. Yet, here she was, name-dropping the gangster.

"Swamp, you say? Well, just like alligators, we eat our enemies, bootlicker. Finn has made his choice, and it's this," Farah announced, dropping the sheet to reveal her impressive body. "He's going to be a Sweet Creeker soon. Honey Hollow is his past."

“Teresa, what are you doing here?” Finn asked, finally able to manage a question.

“Saving your butt from this bog bitch. C’mon, let’s go.”

“Saving me? But you don’t even know Farah,” Finn continued in confusion.

“Ah, don’t you see, my love? It appears that Lana is still attempting to control your life. I bet she put her imitation version up to this,” Farah speculated, hitting close to home. "She’s here to bring you to Lana.”

"What? No way!" Finn shook his head. However, after noticing Teresa's expression, the idea started to find reality. "Lana put you up to this? She sent you here?"

Fuck! This isn’t headed where I want it to go. Finn’s getting mad.

“Who said I’m here for Lana? Maybe I came here for myself,” Teresa said, latching onto the only other possibility she could think up.

Taking two steps back, Teresa held her arms out for a moment. Then, she brought them close to her body, running them down the stretchy fabric of her two-piece dress. That caused Finn's eyes to widen as she wore the same exact dress as Lana, except for its tangerine color. The bottom featured a tight, mermaid-style dress that reached the floor while flaunting her curvy ass. Above her exposed mid-riff, the strapless top supported Teresa's medium-sized breasts. The large bow that held in those perky peaches suddenly dropped to the floor as Teresa reached from behind to untie it.

While Finn’s eyes officially bugged out, the dress's bottom hit the floor, pooling not far from Farah’s discarded dress. Next, locking gazes with Finn, Teresa performed a sexy shimmy that led to her tangerine thong appearing in her hand. Finally, with a flourish, those same panties got flung through the air at Finn’s face.

“What are you—No! You’re to leave right this instant!” Farah shrieked. Her attention shifted back and forth from Teresa’s smirk and Finn holding the thong in front of his face in surprise.

“What’s wrong, honey plum? Afraid of a little competition?” Teresa challenged, poorly imitating Farah’s Southern accent.

“You want to…Fine, I’m not afraid of you,” Farah countered after regaining her composure at the unexpected development.

“Whoa! What are you talking about?” Finn questioned, rolling out of bed and jumping to his feet. “I’m not cool with a fight over me.”

“Hush, love,” Farah replied, crawling across the bed.

“Shut it, Singer,” Teresa ordered. She walked over and dropped to her knees before him.

What followed might be the most bizarre experience in Finn Singer’s life.

It started with Farah sliding to the floor next to Teresa, who had started the competition by taking her rival’s best friend/ex-boyfriend’s dick into her mouth. She tickled Finn’s tip with the little nub on the end of her tongue. The squirming that resulted from Teresa’s tongue-tickling didn’t sit well with Farah. And when Finn unleashed a loud moan, the Southern belle struck.

A hard shoulder to Teresa’s side dislodged Finn’s cock from her mouth.

With her property free for a moment, Farah rushed in to claim it. She ducked her head and clamped her lips around his cock. Finn felt the sudden wet warmth as her mouth surrounded his sensitive head while the classy lady hummed a loud and happy

"Hmmm!" And then, as someone who lives by a high standard, Farah created a powerful vacuum of air moving inside her mouth as she began sucking.

Slowly drawing her head back until she pulled off Finn's engorged member with an audible pop, Farah leaned forward, taking only the mushroom head between her lips. She followed that by pumping her proclaimed future husband's shaft as furiously as possible with her right hand.

Sensing Teresa growing impatient next to her, Farah enveloped Finn's cock again. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft with hard and fast suction. Taking it further, she deep-throated him a few times as well, holding herself at full depth and rolling her eyes up to see the expression of overwhelming pleasure on the face of the man she had endless plans for.

Finn groaned at such an onslaught of pleasure, unable to do anything but let his head fall back.

Teresa chose that moment to strike. Grabbing a fistful of hair, the former Sugarbee yanked hard enough to pull Farah's mouth off Finn's cock. A sharp elbow followed, sending the swamp shrew into the side of the mattress.

Grabbing hold of Finn’s ass, she directed him away from Farah. Bringing his party favor back to its proper home for the holiday, Teresa nursed his dick with her lips and tongue while scratching his balls with her fingernails. Moving to capture more in her mouth, Teresa rhythmically pumped his shaft in her hands while she bobbed her head up and down. The agile dancer showed her flexibility extended to her throat, taking a few more inches into her mouth as she sucked harder.

Those sucks turned so intense that her cheeks caved in. After a minute or so of vacuuming, Teresa picked her head up to flash Finn yet another wicked grin.

That's when Farah made her move. She grabbed Teresa's hips and yanked the raven-haired intruder back, causing her to fall to the floor. Scrambling over Teresa, Farah's mouth moved like a magnet, reconnecting to Finn's dick as if drawn together.

On this effort, Farah chose to go straight to deep-throating Finn. Seeking to claim the prize–Finn’s cum– the self-proclaimed lady dropped the high and mighty act by slam-fucking her face over and over on his cock. And while Farah skewered her throat, Teresa descended further into the gutter by crawling under the action to claim Finn’s balls.

The tag team effort caused bursts of pleasure to explode in his brain. And while the girls feasted on Finn like he was the yummiest dessert they'd ever tasted, he ensured they didn't interrupt each other on this round. He did so by placing one hand on the top of each coed's head. Then, his fingers slid through their dark-haired locks, allowing him to dictate where they might go.

Eventually, Finn’s eyes fluttered before the grand eruption. Teresa appeared to sense it coming first, allowing her to pull back from his balls just as the first spurts hit the back of Farah’s throat. The third burst hit the uppity belle in the face as Teresa pulled the spurting cock away to place it between her lips.

After collapsing to the floor, Finn couldn’t quite recall how he ended up in bed. He assumed that Teresa and Farah helped him crawl onto it. What he did know was that one of their pussies hovered over his face before dropping down.

Unable to really move or think, Finn did what the woman expected him to do. His mouth formed a perfect seal around the pussy before his tongue went deep-sea diving. Whichever raven-haired beauty it belonged to didn't matter much to him at this point. All he cared about was its sweet, intoxicating flavor. For its juices created the most fantastic cocktail that further inflamed his passions. The other mouth working fervently to revive his cock added to the intensity.

Drunk on lust, the next hour or so became a blur in Finn's mind. It almost felt like the fever dream Sean described having the night before. The two black-haired combatants blurred together. Their naked flesh became virtually indistinguishable for most of the fuckathon. Yet, a few bits and pieces stuck in Finn's mind.

Finn would later remember Farah, a triumphant expression on her face as she rode him, her C-cup tits bouncing up and down. He'd recall the feelings of his hands squeezing them roughly, squishing the flesh with his fingers. Farah's proclamation that she knew he was the perfect mate for her plans caused her to squeal with joy right when Teresa clotheslined her off of his cock.

With Farah moaning in pain from the hotel room’s floor, Teresa would get up on all fours, shaking her incredible ass as temptation. It was a temptation that Finn couldn’t ignore in his state of mind. And with his mind clouded in lust, Finn didn’t hear Teresa’s intent to save him from that Southern schemer. He gladly followed through on her pleas to take her pussy instead.

With eyes following that wiggling ass, Finn knee-stepped behind that delectable tush, grabbed her hips, and slammed his way into one of the most forbidden pussies in his life. Both participants shuddered, knowing they’d crossed a line. If only Nosy Nectar only knew about this bombshell of a local scandal.

Looking over her shoulder, Teresa smirked playfully.

"Come on, Finny," she said huskily, "Fuck me hard. Fuck me harder than you ever did to Lana."

With a new competition forming in his mind, Finn’s hands found her slim waist. Then, he began pounding her relentlessly from behind. Teresa's moans and groans filled the hotel room, sounding out Farah’s softening groans as she sat up on the floor. The displaced lover watched as the bed shook, slamming against the wall with each impressive thrust by Finn.

"Ugh! Fuck me, Finny, fuck me! That bitch doesn’t deserve this cock!" Teresa screamed.

Unsure whether Teresa meant Farah or Lana, Finn's brain tossed the question aside. Instead, he leaned forward to grope her medium-sized tits as they swung underneath her sexy body. Although most people considered Finn a tit-man, he appreciated a voluptuous body and a model-like figure. So he redoubled his efforts, ramming his dick as deep and as hard as he could into the dancer's tight pussy.

Wanting some of the pleasure that she saw on Teresa’s face, Farah nearly jumped as an idea popped into her head. With an almost evil grin, she rushed over to the dresser with a sizzling plan to claim Finn once and for all.

Teresa groaned deeply, intensely enjoying the feel of Finn growing more aggressive by pulling her hair while he drove his cock into her powerfully. The wrongness of fucking Lana’s hated rival drove the intensity of his thrusts as the bed shimmied back and forth, creaking loudly from the incredible sex.

Suddenly, Teresa's arms gave out–or were pulled out–from beneath her. With a firm grip on the other woman's arms, Farah yanked Teresa away from Finn before rolling her off the bed with a thud. Finn started to protest, but Farah's snarled order to be quiet made him blanch. Then, he caught the bottle of lotion she tossed at him. Any thoughts about Teresa vanished after Farah offered him her most forbidden hole.

Moments later, Finn gulped as he prepared to line up his slick-coated cock with the pucker between those firm ass cheeks. Feeling as if he was about to defile the purity of a graceful lady, Finn knew deep down this was the final step for him and Farah. Sliding his shaft into the offered ass would tie them together for life. Even Lana had never gone this far with him.

He knew it was wrong. His subconscious also knew that Farah was likely the wrong woman for him. She wanted a husband dependent on her, not independent like Finn needed to be. Still, the offer couldn’t be denied. He could never stop himself in his current state of mind. The stress and drama of the night demanded he take the tight ass before him.

So resting one hand on the firm ass cheek, he cupped it before vigorously squeezing it. Then, he brought his other hand to Farah's other ass cheek.

The foot that kicked his chest came out of nowhere, knocking Finn back and onto the end of the bed.

“That’s not fucking happening under my watch. Hell, fucking, no!” Teresa declared.

When Farah raised her head to look back at Finn, Teresa shoved it into the pillow.

“No ass play, you got that, bitch?” Teresa bellowed, not even waiting for an answer before straddling Finn’s lap.

Unwilling to accept the defeat of her plan, Farah rolled over. Crawling toward the others, she discovered how hard the dancer could kick as one landed with **** into her shoulder.

The back-and-forth struggle, along with Finn's earlier eruption during the joint blowjob, kept him off-balance for quite a while.

Other moments he'd barely recall later included Farah spitting on the floor after tasting her lotion still on Finn's dick. Teresa had a loud, hearty chuckle over that incident. Farah later got a slice of **** by shocking Teresa, who was riding Finn at the time, with a steamy kiss. The discombobulated dancer proved easy pickings for Farah to replace.

Later, with Finn on top, pounding Farah, whose legs were on his shoulders, Teresa panicked when she heard him warn that he was close to cumming. Suddenly, fearful of Farah entrapping Finn with a planned “accidental” pregnancy, Teresa leaped into action with an image of a furious Lana in her mind.

Managing to dislodge Finn from Farah, Teresa dropped her pussy onto Finn’s dick just in the nick of time. The ensuing feeling of such a forbidden cock shooting its cum into her victorious pussy set off a mindblowing orgasm. One that could later be used to gloat at Lana over if she so chose.

In the end, Finn would find himself on the bed with a coed on each side. Seeking to get Finn hard for another go, Farah fed her tit into his mouth while Teresa did the same as a countermeasure. Both girls also sought his fingers in their needy pussies, which Finn complied with. However, his heart wasn't into it. So, he closed his eyes to hide the brewing tears and despair over the horrible acts he'd just committed.

Lana’s going to kill me. Peyton’s going to beat me. Lacey’s going to cry. And Rachel’s going to be so disappointed in me. What have I done?