Breakfast and reflections of the night

It was just a short while later, and most of the seven teenagers had gathered in the kitchen and living room for getting some breakfast. There was quite the tension in the air however, and it would be easy for even an outsider to see there was plenty of questions left unanswered in the pressing silence inside the cabin...

Ashley and Heather were practically the only ones talking at all, with Brandon hanging out around them like he wasn't quite sure where else to go. Even they weren't all that comfortable about speaking too loud however, and they most certainly didn't want to raise any further suspicion about how they'd spent their night and early morning together. At some point it would probably come up again, but right now they wouldn't want to shock their friends with such things.

Heather couldn't keep from eyeing the others however, and she found that her little prank on Zack and Victoria had gone just a little bit out of hand. The two of them weren't talking to one another for the entire morning, and every time they just happened to look at each other they'd instantly start blushing bright red - in a way that suggested that nothing substantial had actually ever happened between them.

Chloe and Gavin at the other hand had a somewhat different way of looking at each other, just like the timid redhead was also sharing a couple of glances with her other friend Zack. In those cases there had definitively been something a little more serious going on - as Heather was already fully aware of -, though they all seemed rather quiet about the whole thing.

Then there was the way both Vicky and Gavin would sometimes share glances with herself - both of them looking somewhat ashamed, but also grateful for her involvement in their nightly activities. In both cases it seemed like they'd rather forget about the whole thing altogether though, which wasn't quite how Heather had actually wanted it. She still had plenty of things to discuss with her favorite writer after all, and she most definitively had a few things more to teach that innocent young blonde...

Things did seem to brighten up a bit once they'd finished eating at least - even as the rain clouds still remained above their little cabin -, and most of them seemed to try and pull themselves together in the face of a brand new day. The last night would not be easily forgotten of course, but as they started early with a couple of beers after breakfast they seemed to eventually settle in to a more normal state of their friendship.

Gavin for one seemed eager to get back to his phone again, and wouldn't bother any of the others too much while he tried to come up with something new to write about. It wasn't easy however, and each time he looked to the last page he wrote the previous evening he would instantly be reminded of Heather walking right in on himself and Chloe. How could she possibly even know what sites he used to visit? How had she found out about his writing? And did any of that actually matter, as long as she seemed to appreciate his writing...?

He wasn't really sure what to think about all of it, but decided it was best to just keep to himself until things settled down a bit. And then he didn't even know what had occurred between the others during the night - but could easily see that he wasn't the only one with a personal dilemma. What he feared the most hadn't come to pass at least, and he tried not to even think about what would happen between himself and his best friend Zack if it ever came out they'd both been accompanied by Chloe on the very same night...

So far it didn't seem to be a problem though, as Zack for some reason was all the more troubled about something else going on in the cabin. In fact, it seemed like Gavin was the least of the other guy's troubles, and was the only one he seemed to talk to during the morning.

Chloe on the other hand seemed to become less troubled by the fact she'd practically been cheating on her first lover with his own best friend, and was rather getting annoyed by the lack of interest she was shown by either of the two guys. For some reason Zack seemed more troubled about his relation to Vicky again, and from the looks of it they had indeed found something in common by constantly blushing just from looking at each other. Whatever was going on between them, it was certainly vexing to be so easily ignored after their first time in bed together.

Meanwhile, Victoria herself wasn't quite sure of anything at all anymore. She could remember the kiss and subsequent session in bed with Heather only through a hazy mist - even as she was sure she hadn't been that affected by **** that evening -, and she'd almost started doubting that it ever had happened at all. In most way she even wished that it didn't - as the whole thing only made her all that more confused -, but at the same time she both had proof and some very substantial memories of what had actually happened.

Then there was that thing with Zack of course, and she started to wonder if it was her own subconsciousness that had somehow made her end up sharing his bed that night. Almost as if to somehow redeem herself of being with another woman the first time she ever had sex with someone... Did it even count as having sex in that sense by the way? Could she still claim to be mostly a virgin, if her first partner wasn't equipped with a penis...?

Something she was entirely sure of however, was the fact she'd woken up the morning after with a very substantial hardon squeezed into the crack between her buttocks, and Zachary's hand groping her naked breast from behind. It was one of the most shocking experiences she'd ever had in her life - which the guy in question seemed to agree to, considering his reaction when he realized what he was doing -, but in hindsight it also turned out to be her greatest revelation regarding her own sexuality.

No matter how much she'd enjoyed Heather's skillful lips and fingers, she'd never quite forget the feeling of that rigid cock as it nestled against her ass, and she'd already vowed to never let an opportunity like that slip right out of her hands again...