Awakenings

The curtains in the living room of the cabin weren’t pulled. There was no need. The cabin was already quite private, the area was warm for spring and usually no one slept on the sofas given that there were four bedrooms. Unusually though, two people were sleeping in the living room of the cabin, Gavin Westher and Chloe McRose, best friends, increasingly with benefits. Without the curtains drawn light began to fill the room, brighter and brighter as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky. A streak of light from one window shone across the room, over the sofa, directly onto the faces of Chloe and Gavin.

Chloe was a deep sleeper. Not even the sun on her face could wake her from her dreams, and after the very tiring, satisfying night that she had, she was experiencing rather pleasant dreams. Gavin, on the other hand, was not so lucky. Not that he wasn’t as exhausted or as drained, he was, perhaps even more so than his redheaded friend, but he was a lighter sleeper and as the light stretched across his face, his eyelids flickered and opened. He blinked and squinted, trying to stop the brightness from blinding him. He raised a hand to shield his eyes and felt his hands trail along the warm, soft flesh of the woman lying next to him.

Initially confused, Gavin looked down at the mess of redhead and smooth pale flesh beside him. As he looked at his friend, sleeping naked next to his own bare body, he remembered the events of the night before. ‘Never have I ever’, Hannah, Ashley, Chloe, the three of them sucking on his cock, riding his face, bouncing on his dick, bent over the coffee table, fucking Chloe’s ass; he remembered all of it.

“Oh shit,” Gavin cried, sitting up, Chloe rolling back into the sofa to fill the space he emptied. He reached down and shook her shoulder. “Oh, shit. Chloe, wake up. Shit, Chloe, wake up. Wake up, Chloe.”

“Not yet,” she murmured. “It’s not even a school day.”

“Dammit, Chloe, this is serious,” he said, shaking her harder. “We have to get dressed, we have to…shit, the others were bound to see this when they came home last night…you don’t think that…that Vicky was with them?”

“Huh…why would it matter if Victoria saw us?” Chloe asked, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Gavin having finally stirred her from her dreams. It took another few moments for Chloe to register the pile of clothes nearby, the coffee table coated with cum and squirt and Gavin, bare chested, the rest of his naked form hidden beneath the throw. Then, she too remembered, looking down, completely awake and wide eyed, at her own exposed body. “Ah, not good.”

“Not good indeed. Last night was just supposed to be a fun distraction,” Gavin insisted, scrambling across the floor to the clothes. His morning wood jutted out from his body as he bent over, searching for his underwear. “No one was meant to know.”

“You think Kurt saw us? What am I saying, of course he did, we were just lying right out here in the open,” she replied, wrapping the blanket around her body, as Gavin tossed her clothes from the pile as he sorted through it. “Though, who covered us with this?”

“I dunno, Hannah maybe, does it matter?” Gavin retorted, finding his boxers and yanking them up his legs, hiding his cock. Though, badly; the shape of his erect manhood was still plainly visible, creating a tent in the material of his underwear. “I’m more worried about someone finding us like this again.”

“Too late.”

Gavin wheeled a round and Chloe looked up to see Heather in the hallway, approaching the living room. She was wearing a blouse and trousers, looking like she was prepared for a day at the office rather than a leisurely spring break out by the lake. She had a smirking, bemused grin upon her face as Gavin and Chloe stared back sheepishly.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Gavin insisted. “We’re not…”

“I don’t care what you are or aren’t,” Heather interrupted, standing with her hands on her hips. “What I care about is this mess you made.”

“Oh, right, yeah,” Chloe said, both of the teens realising that they’d been so focused on who had seen them that they’d forgotten about the various bodily fluids they’d left strewn across the living room.

“We’ll clean it up right away,” Gavin assured the dark-haired cheer captain, as he pulled up his sweatpants.

“Though, Ashley should really be helping us,” Chloe grumbled, then clamped her hands over her mouth, realising she’d basically just admitted to the three of them being involved sexually together. To hide her embarrassment, she gathered up her clothes and sped down the hall, saying ‘”I-I’ll go get her.”

“So, we leave the four of you alone to go look for Vicky, and you have an orgy,” Heather teased, knowing enough about Hannah to know she wouldn’t sit idly by while the others had a threesome. She feinted shock. “At this rate you’ll have slept with all the girls in the group before even Kurt. I mean who’s left? Lisa and….oh, me?”

“No, I mean, yes but, that’s not…I’m not trying to sleep with everyone around me,” Gavin stammered, unsure how to process Heather’s playfulness. “I was just sort of going with the flow, like Kurt taught me…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re too in your own head, you want to be able to roll with the punches, yada yada. I was there, remember,” Heather said, reminding Gavin that Kurt had indeed been ploughing her from behind when he’d given him his first lesson on confidence. “I also seem to recall you saying that you didn’t want to go around having sex with everyone, and yet here we are.”

“And I don’t.” Gavin insisted, as he walked towards the kitchen. “These have just been…happy accidents.”

“Very happy, I’m sure,” Heather teased, as she followed him in. “And how exactly did you plan to explain this to Vicky?”

“…I hadn’t really thought about it,” Gavin confessed as he looked around the kitchen. “Do you have a basin?”

“Beneath the sink,” Heather replied, pointing to the cupboard in question. “So, you were gonna lie?”

“Uh, no, not exactly,” Gavin said, running the hot tap as he ducked into the cupboard and pulled out the square basin. “I was just going with the flow and trying not to be detail orientated. Figuring out how to explain what I’m doing never really occurred to me.”

“I don’t think she’ll accept that reasoning,” Heather replied, leaning back against the counter.

“What other option is there?” Gavin asked pointedly, squirting a little bit of washing up liquid into the basin and then placing it beneath the hot water. “I’m doing this, so I can be a better boyfriend for her. To be a man, the kind of man that she deserves, who’s confident and worldly, the kind of man who isn’t afraid. It’s a double-edged sword. Either I become the man she needs, and she hates what I’ve done, or I do nothing, and she ends up dumping me anyway. What can I do? At least this way, maybe I can convince her and make her understand.”

“Gavin, did it ever occur to you that you’re already the man that she wants?” Heather replied seriously. “She had sex with you before you were this confident, easy-going, sexually experienced man you think she needs. And for Victoria that’s a pretty big deal. She was in love with Dustin, and trusted him more than any guy she’d ever known, and still she didn’t have sex with him. So, what do you think it says that she had sex with you?”

Gavin turned off the tap as the water level rose to the halfway point of the basin and bowed his head. “Shit,” he said, staring down at the steaming water. “I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Heather replied, frowning. “The only thing you can do now is talk to her and be honest with her. But she might not forgive easily. She’s been with enough men who have cheated on her because she wouldn’t give up the nappy dugout.”

“Is she awake?” Gavin asked urgently. “Do you think I could go talk to her now before I start cleaning?”

Heather looked bewildered for a moment, her face slowly turning to soft laughter as she realised the problem. “That’s right, you were asleep last night. Gavin, we never found her. The Rangers are probably out looking for her as we speak.”