Just Kickin' It

"Yeah, whatever," Cheyenne remarked as her parting shot.

Whitney watched as the buxom brunette walked towards the small bathroom. Although their argument ended in a stalemate at best for Whitney, the blonde assumed that she'd won. Just another jealous bitch. Not that I blame her. I'm smart, rich, and beautiful.

Shifting her gaze over to the makeshift dance floor, the cabin hostess cracked a small smile. All her fretting over the night not turning out fun seemed to have been premature. Jared appeared content to dance with Peyton, who kept motioning for a **** Polly to join them. Surprisingly, her shy classmate's cousin continued to dance with Ellie. Whitney felt an urge to cut in and spend time with Finn but held off because of Ellie's permanent grin. I need to find time to catch up with Finn. He spent so many summers at the old cabin because of our dads. We've never been super close, which sucks. Even with all the awful stuff he went through, Finn always tried to watch out for me. Maybe in a different life, he could've been a surrogate big brother to me as he is to Sean and Lacey.

Whitney's smile grew wider as she noticed that Sean could use Finn's help right about now. The poor kid's limited dance skills appeared to be at the mercy of Gabriela's commands. Somebody should save Sean, but it's not going to be me. Whitney noted that even Lacey and Austin were getting back into the fun as her good friend dragged her boyfriend off a couch. Moving her focus over to the remaining guests dancing together in a group, Whitney's smile turned into a loud laugh. RJ barely moved as he stood watching Chastity in awe. Everyone's favorite receptionist at Diamond Corp more than made up for RJ's lack of movement with her ultra-energetic dance number. Chastity looks like a person parodying a bad music video from Dad's childhood. Where's my phone when I need it?

Unable to recall where she left her camera phone, Whitney's attention drifted over to where Robin laughed at the honey blonde's dancing and her older brother's reaction. The brown-haired teenager's heaving breasts struck a chord inside Whitney's brain.

"Shit! JoJo!" the blonde hissed. "Damn that Cheyenne."

Upset over failing to grab those extra dresses for JoJo, Whitney blamed Cheyenne's attempted takeover of Operation: Newt. With long strides, the blonde hostess reached the stairs leading upstairs and abruptly halted. She suddenly recalled seeing Mr. and Mrs. Stratton entering their room while she argued with Cheyenne. Considering that Lacey's mom looked quite frisky, Whitney turned around. Best if I don't interrupt or walk in on Lacey's parents fucking. That would be beyond awkward. Dammit, I think those dresses are in that closet. Or they could be downstairs in one of those bedrooms. Okay, that's where I'll go and--

"That bitch!" Whitney cursed out loud.

Having just exited the bathroom, Cheyenne turned her head, appearing ready to issue a retort.

"I didn't mean you," Whitney said first, waving for the brunette to continue on. No, I meant that bitch, Kimberly. I saw her go downstairs a few minutes ago. There's no way I'm in the mood to deal with her. Maybe I should go upstairs and explain the delay to JoJo and Mrs. Tarver? Or I could wait and see if that platinum bitch is coming right back?

"Hey! Were you going to use the bathroom?"

Whitney looked up to see Peyton doing that bathroom dance. Chuckling, she shook her head no.

"Good! I didn't want to bother Ramsey by using the suite's bathroom," Peyton explained as she dashed inside.

Yeah, Ramsey. Too bad she got loaded. She could use a night of dancing to loosen up or flirt with a boy. Boys! If Peyton's in there...that means that Jared is free.

Arriving in the nick of time, Whitney saw Jared making his way off the dance. She assumed he intended to follow Sean and Chastity as they turned into the kitchen, but her hand grabbing his arm stopped that.

"Nuh-uh," Whitney sounded, wagging her finger. "You're mine for a few songs."

Jared's head flinched back slightly at the implication. For about three seconds, his thought process could be read all over his face. He was thirsty, but the hot cheerleader in front of him wanted to dance. Hot girls always won over water.

"Lead the way," Jared winked, licking his lips.

"Good call," Whitney stated, pulling him to a free spot. "If not, I'd start to think that you didn't like me."

"Any guy that didn't like you is out of his head."

Rounding the corner, Sean ran directly into the exiting Vance's shoulder. The glancing blow caused him to spin around. Falling into the edge of the kitchen island, the teen gasped as the countertop corner slammed into his side. He attempted to play it off as something he meant to do, but it didn't work.

"Yimmey! Are you okay?" Chastity squealed in concern.

"Hey! Where did your buddy run off to?" Lana demanded from the other side of the kitchen.

"What?" Sean asked, through watering eyes. The blow to his side hadn't been that hard. The fact that it's the side already bruised from his fight with Austin is what hurt.

"Where did Newt go?"

"Lana, he's hurt!" Chastity literally pointed out.

"Oh, he's fine. Shake it off, Seanie," Lana remarked with a wave of her hand. "You need to look tough in front of the ladies."

Sean managed to stumble onto the stool that Chastity pulled out for him. Once he did that, the honey blonde dashed around the kitchen, grabbing a plastic bag, and ice from the freezer. While she did that, the redhead in the room continued to complain about Newt's disappearing.

"I'm offering a chance to teach him how to have fun for once in his life, and he just disappears. I mean, talk about rude," Lana rambled on as Sean winced in pain. "It's not like this night doesn't suck already. I expected to get plenty of action on this trip, but my options look pretty piss poor for a fuck buddy."

"Lana!" Chastity exclaimed at the vulgar language.

"What? Oh, sorry, Chas, I forgot," Lana apologized half-heartedly. "I mean, look at my options. Austin's my sister's boyfriend and a major asshole." The ginger ignored the blonde's squeak. "Vance's an odd bird who will only touch blondes. RJ's totally off-limits. Even if he's not with Priscilla right now, they're destined to get back together. Yeah, he's kinda hotter as forbidden fruit, but I can't do that to my girl. The other forbidden fruit that I can't touch is you, Sean. Peyton would rip my eyes out. Newt's such a virgin that I think his dick would wilt with a naked woman in front of him."

Sean took the bag of ice from Chastity. Placing it over his shirt on the spot that hurt, Sean looked up in shock as Chastity snatched it right back.

"That leaves Finn and Jared. Finn's acting as his own cockblocker at the moment. Even if your sister weren't all over Jared, I'd need to be extra discreet if I fucked him. And I bet he'd be a beast in bed. No, Mom and Aunt Gabby might start making wedding plans if they found out. Probably some bullshit about him taming me. Nope, the only wedding that's getting planned is Lacey and your--Holy shit! What are you doing, Chastity?"

"I'm trying to take his shirt off."

"Girl, I know you're innocent and all, but stripping a man like that--"

"For Pete's sake, Lana, ice works best against the skin," Chastity responded with less patience than she usually showed. Part of the reason was that she felt embarrassed by what Lana insinuated. The other part, "Goodness gracious, I'm super sorry for snapping like that, Lana. I'm feeling extra tired after a long day."

"Don't apologize to her, Chastity. Lana's acting like her usual bitchy self. And let's just lift my shirt up, okay?" Sean suggested, pulling his shirt back down from covering his face.

"But you're all purply," the blonde gasped in horror.

"That's from earlier," Sean whispered.

"Bitchy self? What got up your butt all of the sudden?" Lana questioned in her you-don't-want-to-mess-with-me voice. "Here, I kissed you under the mistletoe--oh! Well, lookie here, I spy a couple of people who badly need a kiss sitting in the perfect spot."

Following where Lana's finger pointed, Sean cursed himself for not realizing that he'd sat under the mistletoe. He knew it was there, had avoided it all day, but in his pain, he'd screwed up.

"Crap," he muttered.

"Sweet Christmas!" Chastity exclaimed.

"Yeah, sorry about this. I know you only meant to help me," Sean apologized.

"Kitty whiskers! We haven't even been on a date yet," the honey blonde fretted. "But the rules of a mistletoe are unbreakable."

Holding in a laugh, Lana kicked herself for not positioning Chastity under a mistletoe earlier. If she thinks the rules are unbreakable, imagine what she would've done down in the hot tub. And here we go...oh, come on!

"You know the deal, Seanie! A kiss needs to show passion, and that wasn't passionate," Lana insisted.

"There are more than one ways to be passionate," Sean countered. Thinking fast on his feet, the teen had that same thought before his lips touched the busty blonde's lips. So rather than give a scorching hot kiss, he delivered a sweet, loving kiss. It had passion. Not the lust type but love. "Ain't that right?"

"Are married yet? Wowza," Chastity said breathlessly as she swayed. Sean needed to reach out to steady her.

"No, no, no! Get those lips back together. You needed to follow the rules!" Lana harped on her point. This night sucks!

"Let's ask one who believes in the unbreakable bonds of the mistletoe, shall we? So what do you think, Chastity?" Sean inquired.

"I liked it!" the sweet blonde beamed, giving a thumbs up.

"I don't care if you liked it. I didn't like it! Oh, fuck this!" Lana screeched, stalking around the corner of the kitchen island.

"Move it, Tarver." The raging redhead gave her BFF's little brother a gentle push off the stool. With it free, she swiftly maneuvered Chastity to sit down. "Now, this is how you kiss."

"Eep!"

Whatever pain Sean felt previously vanished as his first crush laid a scorching hot hiss on the sweet, naive blonde. Later, the word volcanic would repeatedly enter his mind. It seemed appropriate as the kiss spewed molten lava from only one side of its eruption.

Lana's placement of her hand behind the back of Chastity's head proved fortuitous. Ravaging the innocent mouth with her tongue caused the blonde bystander in the kiss to lean back ever increasingly. If Sean could've moved, he'd have rushed forward to help Chastity as she ended up leaning so far back on the stool that her body became horizontal with the floor. All Sean ended up doing came when his fingers lost feeling, causing the ice bag to drop to the floor.

"You see? That's how you lay a kiss on," Lana boasted triumphantly. Before she could add more, the redhead had to lunge forward to catch her victim from tumbling to the tiled floor. Steadying Chastity, she continued, "So what's your review, Chas?"

"Holy smoke, I think I had sex!"

While Lana chuckled, Sean studied the honey blonde with confusion. Waving her hand in front of her face, Chastity's ample breasts heaved as she panted from the kiss. Only after his brain added up the pieces did Sean nearly fall over as blood raced to fill up his cock. Holy shit! Did she just have an orgasm?!

"Time for a do-over, Seanie," Lana stated. Curling two fingers, she gestured for him to come back over to the flushed blonde.

"Stay where you are, Sean," a familiar voice ordered as it approached. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Lan?"

"Making the best of a shitty night, Pey."

"Not by teasing my brother. You know the rules," Peyton reminded, coming to stand next to Sean. Glancing over, she noticed part of the bulge in his pants. Turning her head to her side, she hissed, "Cover yourself."

Rather than do that, Sean fled the room.

"Rules are made to be broken," Lana stated.

"They are?" Chastity questioned in shock.

"No, rules are rules for a reason. Lana just likes to be a bad girl," Peyton told her fellow blonde before turning to her best friend. "And what's wrong with you? You know Chastity is off-limits for your brand of teasing."

"Well...I know! It's that I'm bored, Pey. Nobody wants to have any fun with me," the gorgeous, self-confident woman whined like a teenager. "Your damn volleyball protégé won't leave Finn's side. Go out there and make her leave his side, Pey. He's mine!"

"Finn's not yours, and you know it. Dumping him means you have no claim over him. If you had stayed with him, then that'd be different," Peyton explained.

"Stay with him? What; should I have gotten knocked up and married during our freshman year as our moms did? I wasn't ready then, and I'm nowhere near ready now to settle down. I'm going to enjoy all of my twenties," the redhead vowed.

"Finn's not your fallback option. He's not your dick in a glass jar that you break whenever you need a cock to fuck," Peyton repeated a line she'd been using since six months after the Lana/Finn breakup during the summer after high school graduation.

Next to her, a blonde gasped.

"Oh, sorry, Chas. Uh, you might want to cover your ears. Lana's filthy truck driver talk can be contagious," Peyton apologized for swearing.

Surprisingly, Chastity burst into laughter after imagining Lana as a truck driver. Nearly as fast, the blonde's joy ceased. "Cursing is contagious?!"

"No, it's not. Peyton's only a pretend doctor for now," Lana remarked dismissively.

"Just go out there and try to have some fun. I'm having fun. Everyone else is too."

"Not the kind of fun I want and you need," Lana replied.

"I don't need to...S.E.X. to have a good time," Peyton spelled out rather than said for Chastity's benefit.

"Gawd, Pey, way to be a jerk. Chastity's not a little girl. She can spell and isn't going to catch the vapors when sex is mentioned."

"The vapors?!" Chastity exclaimed.

"I wasn't...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you that way," Peyton apologized.

"Shucks, I thought you spelled it out for Lana. Maybe when she hears the word sex, she has to have it," Chastity responded.

"I do not need to—Oh, that's great! Now even Chastity is teasing me," Lana screeched after noticing the twinkle in the honey blonde's eyes.

"You're not too far off, Chas," Peyton declared, holding in a chuckle. The smirk on her face is what caused Lana to have enough.

"You know what? I'm going to go powder my nose."

"Powder your nose? When did you turn into a lady?"

"I'm trying not to be a truck driver, Pey. And someone needs to check on Ramsey regularly. We don't want Lacey's best friend **** on her puke."

"Now, there's my best friend that I know."

"How about you be the better friend and go grab us a couple more bottles of wine?" Lana challenged, turning the bottle over the sink to show it was empty.

"Galloping ghosts! That bottle was almost full a few minutes ago," Chastity remarked. Her brow scrunched up as she tried to figure out what happened to the wine inside.

"Nope. The lighting in here must have played a trick on your eyes," Lana replied. Inside her head, she cursed the close call. She didn't expect Chastity to catch that she'd slyly poured the wine down the sink drain during their bickering. Time for Peyton to get laid.

"Fine. I'll get more wine," Peyton agreed with a sigh. "And only because everyone else is also drinking it," she said to her BFF's back as Lana left the kitchen.

Turning back around, Peyton saw Chastity leaning over the kitchen island. The blonde's head was turned slightly sideways as she peered up at the light.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't think these are the lights that play tricks."

"No, they're not," Peyton sighed. Picking up the bottle of red wine, she took note of the label. "Well, I'm off on a wine run."

Taking three steps toward her destination, she halted as a breathless Robin blocked her way.

"Peyton, Peyton, you have to help!"

"What's wrong?"

"That woman, the bitchy one. She grabbed RJ for what she said was one dance, but now she won't let go."

"Bitchy--Mrs. Lufflutz...I mean, Ms. Goose...whatever. You mean Kimberly?" Peyton's tipsy brain stumbled over all the names.

"Yes, her! I tried to cut in to save RJ, and she called me kinky!" Robin revealed, cringing. "You gotta help him."

"Why me? I'm sure that Whitney or--"

"Because you're tough. Nobody won't back down if you tell them to scram," Robin stated, showing her awe of the older girl.

"Really? That's not true, but thanks," Peyton responded, perking up at the compliment. "Oh, but I need to grab more wine."

"I can do that!" Chastity brightly offered, taking the empty bottle from the other girl's hand.

"Are you sure?"

"I like to help."

"Do you know where the wine cellar is at?" Peyton double-checked, worried that Chastity might get lost.

"Totally! Whitney gave me a super duper tour earlier. I'll be back in a jiffy," the honey blonde boasted.