Exposé

“So, you think you know this girl who might have put Hannah in touch with ‘k3Y$Tr0kE’?” Peter asked Gavin, as the teen opened the door and led the pair into the living room of the cabin.

“Yeah, Grace Smith,” he said, holding the door open until Peter had passed through then closing it again. “She’s President of the Computer Club at school and I know she won an award that Ravers Enterprises sponsored recently. She’s the best coder that I know, so she’d fit, don’t you think?”

“The best…apart from you,” Peter said, slapping Gavin on the back.

“I’m not that good,” Gavin replied humbly. “About a year ago, I was the President of the Computer Club, but there was a vote, and it was decided that Grace would replace me.”

“Maybe she’s better at politics,” Peter conceded, before adding, with a sly smile, “But don’t forget it was your skills that broke through the encryption.”

Before the conversation could continue much further, the boys were interrupted by Trent and Madison entering from the kitchen, a little flushed, skin damp like they’d been swimming and the brunette with a towel wrapped around her petite body. Her naked shoulders and cleavage peeking over the top of the towel made it very obvious that she was naked underneath and she squeaked when she came upon the the boys, having not expected this many people to see her so undressed.

“Oh, um, it’s you guys,” she glanced around, trying to act casual even as she felt her face glow a deep shade of scarlet. “Where’s Victoria?”

Peter shrugged as Gavin answered, saying, “we haven’t seen her. We only just got here.”

“Oh, she heard a noise and came in to see who it was,” Madison revealed, folding her arms, partly in thought, but mostly to keep the towel secure around her bosom. “But that was a little bit ago, so it can’t have been you guys, or you would have seen her.”

“Right.” Gavin nodded agreeing. “You…you don’t think that something happened to her again, do you?”

Beside him Peter shook his head, and suggested, “It was probably Kurt and Kendra. They left before us because we had to wait on Hannah and Chloe.”

“Speaking of that hot red-head, where is she?” Trent asked. “Or did she and Ashley take Hannah to the police station?”

“Yeah, I assume that because you’re not all doom and gloom that everything went to plan?” Madison added.

“To plan…” Peter glanced at Gavin and half frowned. “Not quite, but we did what we set out to do. However, Ashley let Hannah go. I mean, I don’t blame her. I don’t think I could have walked her into the police station myself either. Ashley did go turn in the confession that your brother recorded though.”

“Chloe, though,” Gavin interjected. “She’s-”

The door to the cabin swung open again and in stumbled Chloe, as if called by saying her name one too many times. She was rosy cheeked and all smiles, her eyes a little glassy, the faint aroma of **** seeping from her pores, carried into the cabin by a light breeze from outside. She staggered in, not even bothering to close the door behind her, leaving it to Peter as Gavin moved to grab her so she didn’t fall over.

“Psst,” she said very loudly to Gavin. “My tits are up here.”

She grabbed her own breasts and squeezed them in Gavin’s face, who grimaced. In any other situation, he might have been happy to have his best friend’s boobs thrust into his face, but not right now, when her senses had clearly taken leave of her.

“Is she drunk?” Madison’s mouth dropped, while Trent was reduced a laughing fit beside her. “What the hell happened?”

“I’ll tell you what happened,” Chloe slurred the words loudly, looking somewhere to the right of where Madison was actually standing. “I’ve made a huge fucking mistake. Let me go. Let me go. I have to go after her. Take me with you!”

She turned around in Gavin’s arms, shaking him loose, then proceeded to storm off towards the nearest door, though having gotten so turned around, the nearest door wasn’t anything more than a closet with some board games on a shelf.

“Oooh, parcheesi!” she declared.

Since it was obvious that there were no answers to be had from Chloe herself, Madison looked to Peter and Gavin, while Trent continued to struggle not to laugh, and failing.

“After we were done, Ashley left because Chloe was taking too long. Eventually Hannah comes down, suitcase packed and ships off. Then, Chloe here comes down and declares that she needs a drink. She doesn’t say why, not at first, she just finds a bottle of whiskey and starts knocking them back,” Peter said, sounding mildly impressed. “I was already a little tipsy, but Gavin drank with her for a bit, at least until she started opening up.”

“Hannah asked her to run away with her,” Gavin continued the story, looking at his redheaded friend as her mood continued to swing high and low with every passing second. “But she said she couldn’t, she had to stay. She had friends and family, and college to look forward to. Hannah said she understood, and I don’t think it’s the actual staying that’s bothering Chloe, but she said that she felt that she’d abandoned Hannah.”

“Abandoned her?” Trent cocked his head, confused. “I didn’t get the sense that Chloe was with anyone.”

Gavin nodded, acknowledging the event from earlier that Trent was clearly thinking about, and explained, “They weren’t…not really, but there were feelings. It’s why she didn't get involved initially.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember her saying something about that earlier,” Trent remembered, Madison rolling her eyes beside him.

“Right. And she felt guilty even taking us to the apartment. So, when she had to turn Hannah down, she felt like she was betraying her even further. In fact, this time it was worse because she was betraying someone who loved and trusted her,” Gavin elaborated. “We managed to pull her away eventually, but not before she drank herself stupid, unfortunately.”

“We were letting her sleep it off in the car for now, but...” Peter noted, watching Chloe as she dropped to her knees and tenderly caressed the couch cushion.

“Guys...guys…it’s still warm from where she fucked me,” Chloe insisted, though the cushion hadn’t been sat on in hours, as far as anyone in the room was aware. “Gavin, you remember. That night Victoria went missing and you fucked us all. Remember, you fucked me in the a-”

“Yes, Chloe, thank you, I remember,” Gavin said loudly over Chloe’s sentence, turning a deep red now too as he looked around at the others, Trent grinning back quite impressed. “Isn’t it time you went to bed? Sleep off all the whiskey you drank.”

“Boo, I don’t want to sleep. I want to…” She bounced up onto her feet, and began dancing around. “I want to PARTY!”

Madison smiled comfortingly at Gavin as she offered, “I’ll take her.” She stepped up along side the redhead with a hand on the small of her back, the other hand helping to keep her towel a loft. “Come on, Chlo, I know where there’s a rave right down this hallway.”

“Madison!” she exclaimed, only then seeming to have noticed that the female Cole twin was even in the room. She pinched Madison towel, wondering if it was real.

“Aiee,” Madison squealed, trying to tug the towel back into place, Chloe’s fingers having pulled it undone.

“Are you naked Madison?” Her eyes widened and a grin formed across her face, though she kept pulling on the towel even after the realisation. “Oh my gosh, were you having…” she glanced around as she said in a loud whisper that everyone could clearly hear, “SEX?”

“Chloe!” Madison moaned as the struggle for the towel made it ride up her legs, her cute, toned naked butt poking out beneath the hem as she wiggled back and forth.

Peter had the decency to look away, trying to preserve Madison’s dignity, but Trent pumped his fist, quite happy to take another peek at Madison’s figure. Gavin moved to intervene, but Trent quickly reached out an arm to block him, pulling him back.

“What are you doing?” Trent asked.

“Helping Madison,” Gavin insisted, frowning Chloe and Madison battled over the towel behind the larger, black teen. “You don’t really expect us to just sit and watch Madison get exposed in front of us.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to get between two girls?” Trent argued, as if it were a very serious, valid reason. “Even if you’re trying to help, it always ends up bad for you.”

“He’s not exactly wrong,” Peter confessed, glancing at Madison, her breasts bouncing beneath the towel as it started to part the whole way up the front. “Any time Taylor and Hannah would disagree, if I got involved, they always wound up ganging up on me.”

“Though, by the sounds of it,” Trent grinned as he put an arm around Gavin’s shoulder, turning to watch the show. “You’ve had plenty of experience being ganged up on too.”

Gavin was conflicted. Helping preserve Madison’s modesty was clearly the right thing to do, but even Peter, respectable grown up that he seemed to be now, was standing by. Watching the fight, and Madison’s pert butt shuffling back and forth, had his shorts feeling tight as well, telling Gavin that there was a part of him that didn’t want to stop watching either. But Trent’s argument sounded ludicrous, even if Peter had agreed, and Gavin wasn’t about to just stand and watch.

Chloe was more athletic, and brave with the **** in her blood, so Gavin opted to go for Madison. Dashing quickly forward to avoid Trent’s grasp, he hurdled himself at the petite brunette, grabbing her around the waist, and pulling. He heave-hoed her backwards, adding his strength to hers to pull the towel away from Chloe. At least, that had been the intention. The reality was that the towel remained in Chloe’s hand, the two completely parted, leaving Madison completely naked in Gavin’s arms.

“Um…” Gavin mumbled, his shorts tightening further. He knew that he should let her go, but with the blood rushing from one head to the other, his hands failed to comply.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH,” Madison screamed as her eyes fell on the towel in Chloe’s hand, then turned down towards her own exposed flesh, putting two and two together. She thrust herself out of Gavin’s grasp and turned, slapping him. “Gavin, you bastard!”

“That really wasn’t nice,” Chloe said sternly, the judgement slightly undercut by her sloppy speech. She wagged her finger with the towel in hand. “Not cool.”

“We tried to warn you,” Peter grimaced.

“Don’t listen to them,” Trent added, laughing hard. “You are my hero!”

Gavin stood, shocked and aroused, his cheek stinging as Madison turned, no longer making any effort to cover her body as she stormed from the room. As embarrassed as he was, and as mad as Madison seemed, he couldn’t help but drop his eye to her well-toned ass, trained from a thousand cheerleading practices, and the complete view that her towel-less attire afforded him. Peter turned away again, but Trent watched her leave too, coming along side Gavin and giving him another bro-ish slap on the shoulder with respect.

Chloe dragged the towel with her as she staggered after the petite, naked cheerleader, calling out, “ W-wait, you didn’t tell me about the sex!”