Peter's dream girl

She was a dream. She must've been. There one minute, gone once he blinked.

Chloe smiled and thanked him and took Gavin's hand, and Peter made words back at her. He'd been switching off with Chloe, a sort-of dance lesson so a few things might rub off on Gavin, but knowing he could've been partners with her...

He stood face to face with Taylor's face, on Hannah's body, in a white dress that might as well be painted on.

“Hey there. I'm sorry I missed you when you came in.” Was that his voice? That level of smooth, any level of smooth, shouldn't be possible right now. “Are you a long-lost Bishop Taylor's been hiding from me?”

“No, no!” she laughed. “Heather Ravers. I'm a friend of Zack's.”

“Oh, that's your cabin everyone's coming from! Peter, Peter Zander.”

They shook hands. Heather's delicate fingertips trailed across his own, a thrilling sensation, but he could think of a few places he'd appreciate it more.

“Have you seen Kurt around?" Heather asked.

Kurt was off dancing with Ashley and Lisa (Ho boy, that'll make Taylor happy), each clearly trying to catch someone else's eye. Or trying to eye up each other? It was hard to tell, they were all packed so close together.

“He's got the right idea," Peter said. "Care to dance?”

They started out face to face again, and at first it seemed like just fun, those incidental touches, but eventually Heather was swaying against him, eyes glittering from over her shoulder. He pulled her into him, maybe a little too hard, as hard as he wanted to, and his hardness felt amazing against her ass. Her eyes wide and a hand flew over her mouth in mock distress.

“Oh my, is all of that for me?”

“Only if you think you can handle all of it.”

“Let's see if you can handle all of me.” She started grinding on him. Together, he was sure they were wearing a hole through his pants.

Suddenly she slipped away. She was way too proud of her little smirk. “So what's the deal with you and Taylor?” She winked. “She was telling me you're a lot of fun.”

Past Heather, Taylor wiggled her thumb, Good? Bad?

“She's only the best wingman I've ever had.” He flashed Taylor a thumbs-up. “Besides that, no deal. I had it bad for Hannah for the longest time.”

“Ha. Doesn't everyone.”

She wasn't wrong. Hannah had draped herself over Zack the way she had over Taylor. He recognized the look in Zack's eyes, and he wanted to feel her soft, sweet lips too...

“Sorry,” Heather said, eyes meeting his again. “That was shitty of me.”

“Don't be. You're saying what I'm thinking.” A sincere smile this time. “You can't make them care. And you can't be the one who cares the most, either.”

Her eyes flicked to Zack for a split second. “Ugh, right? So how'd you deal with it?”

Peter's old doubts rekindled. “It's stupid. You won't believe me.”

“Try me.”

It felt strange talking about it, but he could imagine Taylor coaching him from afar. She was riding your dick through her dress just a second ago. Don't fuck up until she's on top of you.

“Well, Hannah and I broke up at the end of our senior year, so it wasn't long after that I was meeting lots of new girls.” A shit-eating grin spread across Heather's face. “So, you know. I made a habit of introducing myself.”

“'Introducing yourself.'” She smiled as his face lowered towards hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he held her by the waist, poking into her belly. “What a gentleman.” One of her hands went behind his head and gripped him by the hair. His slid down over her ass and pulled her up, deepening the kiss. Tongues entwined, and lips sealed.

When they finished, her hair was a mess, and they were both out of breath.

“Oh, you are fun. I almost feel sorry for her.” She put her hands on his chest and whispered, “She has no idea how right she was.”