Ashley to the rescue, while Heather goes with Brandon

"I think we should put her back in her room..." Ashley suggested - with a fond smile on her lips as she glanced down at her knocked out friend -, even as she found the idea of just leaving her splayed out on the couch to be far more exhilarating. She'd been carrying the other girl back home from more parties than she could count after all, and thus she had no trouble getting her out of the couch and start walking her off towards her room on her own.

The biggest differences however, was that this time she wasn't actually worried about the **** girl being molested by any of the guys, but more of what she could come up with herself...

Meanwhile, Gavin headed of to the kitchen to start fixing that lunch. While others may have seen this as some kind of punishment - rather than a reward for currently leading the game -, he was actually quite happy to just get a little time to himself.

For a moment it looked like Chloe would be making him company though, which would cause him some trouble, since they'd all agreed to stay in the clothes they were currently wearing until having a chance to finish the game. Luckily it seemed like Zack managed to grab her for a quick talk however - which wasn't quite so reassuring after all, when he came to realize what just might come up between them during such a discussion...

"Hey, Brandon?" Heather asked while she watched the others heading off in different directions, and decided she had some pent up frustration she needed to vent during the pause. She'd actually wanted to have that little chat with Gavin right now, but felt like they wouldn't be alone for long in the kitchen. "Would you help me find another bottle of good whiskey...?"

"Yeah, sure!" He agreed, with only some hesitation as they watched his girlfriend disappear into Vicky's room, and then followed her back to her's as she wanted to pick a couple of things up before heading back to the cellar.

"Hey, Bran?" She asked him curiously while he walked behind her, and smiled as she noticed how he was already checking out her thong-clad bottoms again. "Is there something you and Ashley doesn't ever do with each other...?"

"Uh, what...?" He looked confused for a moment, and then slightly embarrassed as he came to realize what she was talking about. The list would be endless of course, but she felt like testing his imagination a little. "Well, I dunno really... Why?"

"She just wanted me to give you a little inspiration, that's all!" Heather smiled at as she searched her stuff, and just barely felt a hint of regret as she'd actually lied to someone for once. Or, well, it wasn't quite a lie after all, since she was pretty sure that Ashley didn't really mean that thing about 'not doing anything I wouldn't do myself', but had in fact been using it as some kind of reverse psychology - knowing that Heather wouldn't be able to keep away from a challenge like that.

"Ok...?" The poor guy didn't seem to catch on yet, and he was still uncomfortable about being shared between his girlfriend and somebody else, which meant that he also had some serious trouble getting something useful out of his mind. "Like what...?"

"Oh, I dunno!" She winked at him and changed to another of her bags - thus giving him an even better view of her ass - before turning back to him again, with her top just barely being able to contain her firm breasts. "Does she spit or swallow, for example...? Ever let you cum on her face?"

"Uh, no!" He coughed a little, and the bulge in his shorts seemed to shift a little on it's own. "None of that porn-stuff, really..."

"Not on her tits either?" Heather continued teasing him while she picked up the last of her stuff and brought them with her in her small handbag. A few condoms could always be handy, along with a couple of other things, and a tube of lubricant was always a girl's best friend with a big guy like Brandon - especially if she was already a bit sore, or felt like doing some experimentation... "Did she ever try and give you a boob-job...?"

"Well, we tried once or so..." Brandon confessed, though he was clearly flustered just speaking of such things - and even more so as he couldn't keep from glancing down her invitingly deep cleavage. "I think she's... not quite big enough..."

"Well, that's somewhere to start at least!" The busty cheerleader captain grinned to herself, while having the guy follow at her heals as she was leading the way towards the cellar. Having a different size was something she couldn't really be blamed for, and Ashley could hardly accuse her for helping her boyfriend out with something she wouldn't be fully capable of doing herself...?