Feels Good

"Take your breath away?"

Taking a quick breath, Whitney recovered from her initial surprise. Vance's cock did leave quite a first impression. That's even after how much his wet underwear had put on display in the hot tub earlier. Still, Whitney rolled with the situation playing out by resuming her resting bitch face and answering truthfully.

"I've seen bigger."

"In person?" Vance countered.

"Definitely," the blonde replied through gritted teeth. How dare this fucker act like I'm a naive schoolgirl? "So, how do we do this?"

"Getting around, huh? Maybe those aren't just tall tales about you on Nosy Nectar," Vance took a moment to tap his chin and act in deep contemplation. "At least I know Owen isn't one."

"I asked how you wanted to do this," Whitney repeated in annoyance.

"Do this? Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you'd jerked off a guy before. Silly me for making that assumption. I guess that makes me an ass," Vance teased with a straight face and a thin smile.

"I'm not going to argue with the last part," Whitney shot back, sounding angrier than she'd meant. There was something about Vance's cockiness that rankled the teenager. As the school's current queen bee and cheerleading captain, Whitney expected people to show her respect. Vance wasn't rude or disrespectful, but he also didn't show the usual deference or awe that she encountered daily.

"Here I am, let's get this started," Vance said. Standing up, he let his semi-flaccid dick dangle. "Maybe you should strip too. I might need the extra scenery to perform."

"I'm not stripping, asshole. And what I meant before is how are we going to figure out if you lost or not."

"I sorta assumed that you would make the call," Vance replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Me? Sure, then you'll claim I cheated," Whitney countered, trying to ignore the cock that swung back and forth slightly.

"Look, I figure you know how long the great and powerful Owen lasts. So, I'm trusting you to be honest. A future businesswoman such as yourself should be a lady of her word, right?"

"Are you calling me a liar?" Whitney snarled.

"Whoa! Simmer down, Diamond. Let's not scare V2, okay?"

"Did you just call your dick V2?" the blonde asked in disbelief.

"Is that a problem?"

"Let's just get this over with. Sit up on the stool," Whitney ordered. "I'm not getting down on my knees for you, ever."

"Never say never." Vance hopped up onto the barstool.

Whitney hesitated for a moment. Am I really going to do this just to prove that Owen can last longer? Is he worth it? Glancing at the slight smirk on Vance's face spurred the self-confidant girl into action. I'm going to do this to put Vance into his place. This isn't about Owen. This is about proving that I can make any man cum as fast as I want.

Reaching forward, Whitney wrapped her fingers around the bare skin of the cock. Its owner shuddered at the touch.

"Damn, girl! Your hands are ice cold."

"It's not my hands that are icy," Whitney declared, the icy steel in her voice matching that of her eyes. Grabbing his phone off the bar, the teen quickly started the clock on it. "And this is to make sure you don't cheat."

"Better get me all the way hard first," the college student reminded her.

"Oh, you want my cold hand to warm up this shy cock? Isn't it enough to have a hot, big-titted teen's hand touching it? Doesn't it excite you that I'm barely legal and the girl at Honey Hollow High that every guy jacks off to? Or that grown men follow my every slutty exploit on Nosy Nectar, just imagining that they'd run into me so that they can bend my fabulous ass over for them. Or that I'm sexy enough that my classmates' fathers sit in the bleachers covering their erect cocks from their families as I perform my cheerleader captain's duties?" Whitney paused her verbal attack to check the hardness. "Yep, that worked."

With a firm grip on the now fully hard dick, Whitney went to town. Working almost like a jackhammer, she mercilessly pounded her hand up and down rapidly. Uncaring about Vance's comfort, she slammed her hand from the head down to the base repeatedly in a furious motion. Her complete disregard for what might eventually happen at this pace was precisely what Whitney wanted.

Thrown off at first by the shock and awe tactic, Vance adjusted nearly as swiftly. Absorbing the sensations of what Whitney did to his cock, he lazily leaned against the bar. With an almost bored expression on his face, he criticized the plan of attack.

"Going super fast and super hard is your plan? Oh, little girl, you need more of an imagination."

The words stabbed directly into Whitney's pride. Acknowledging that the Vandermeer scion was no slouch, the Diamond heiress altered her tactics. Reaching up with one hand, the teen began to rub his chest. Unleashing the sexiest purr that she could, Whitney praised his physique.

"Gawd, I never knew what a piece of man flesh you were, Vance. Is this natural, or do you work out much?"

"Nice try, rookie. Flattery won't get you anywhere."

Holding in a snarky comeback, Whitney used her left hand to caress and massage the surprisingly impressive pectoral muscles and abs. Vance had such a slimness about him that she and almost everyone else assumed that he wasn't toned under his expensive clothes. Hmm, maybe I was wrong about him. He's not just some dandy braggart. Crap! He's long past Owen's staying power.

"Has this turned into a body massage now? If so, you might as well drop my cock," Vance needled.

Pulling her left hand away from his abs, Whitney took a moment to regain her composure. Flashing her bitchiest look possible--the one she used to scare the junior-year cheerleaders with--Whitney circled her right hand around the stiff dick again. Vance expected her left hand to attack his balls, but the teen surprised him.

"Isn't it my body that you want to massage? Don't you want to run your hands over my smooth, flawless skin?" Whitney challenged, running her left hand around the exposed skin of her neck and upper chest. Moving down to her navy sports bra, the blonde cupped her ample breast. "Incredible, aren't they?"

"They look no different than any other breasts that I've seen," Vance responded, but his eyes zeroed in on the hardening nipples.

"Oh, you like them? I've been told they taste exquisite," Whitney pinched her right nipple, moaning as a result. "Guys and girls love to spend hours pleasing them."

"I imagine they do," Vance stated, attempting to play off the growing arousal he felt.

"Do you know what I can't wait for? The day a real stud fills me up with his potent babymakers. Why? So that I'll be able to feed him and my female lovers with my delicious milk. How do I know that it will taste delicious? Because my kitty kat already does. Even I love to taste myself."

"You do?" Vance automatically asked. His body started to get antsy on the stool as he pictured the scenarios that Whitney conjured up.

"Oh, I do. I so very fucking much do," the blonde teen purred, moving close to his face before abruptly pulling back. "Wouldn't you want to taste my milk, daddy? Ooh, you liked that idea, huh? Maybe you want to make me a mommy. Oh, you do! Well, hurry up, Vancie. Hurry up and show this future mommy how much you want to breed me. Knock up, Mommy!"

With hips bucking and his body shuddering, Vance's volcano erupted. Unleashed shots of warm goo flew past Whitney's face, landing on the floor with a soft splat. Keeping up her stroking, the teen pumped and pumped until the wasted babymakers trickled to a stop.

Pulling her sticky hand off the spent blaster, Whitney raised it to her mouth. On the verge of tasting the Vandermeer spunk, she caught herself and stopped. Moving around Vance's side, she grabbed a towel off the bar and wiped her hand clean.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," Whitney remarked, acting all nonchalant. "For the record, you lasted way longer than Owen. I guess that means you won bragging rights. Although, I'm not telling anyone what went down here."

Wiped out and still recovering, Vance managed to crack a cheeky grin in victory. Noticing the buxom blonde heading toward the stairs, he found the strength to jump off the stool.

"Wait!"

"Why? We're finished here," Whitney said over her shoulder.

"No, you haven't cum yet."

Barking out a laugh, Whitney turned back to face him. "So that's the angle you wanted to work. Sorry, buster, I'm not falling for that. I'm good."

"N-No, that's not it," Vance stammered, moving a few steps closer to her. "You made me cum; I owe you the same."

"You don't owe me anything."

"Yes, I do. A gentleman never leaves a lady hanging. Not after she brought him pleasure," Vance forcefully stated.

"Are you serious? Most guys are fine getting their jollies off without returning the favor," Whitney said.

"I'm not most guys. And I'm serious. My mother always told me never to be selfish when it comes to a lady's pleasure," Vance explained. "You might find me obnoxious, but there are reasons why women come back to me again and again. This is one."

"Yeah, right. This is a trick to get my panties off."

"Leave them on. I know plenty of ways to bring you off without even moving them," Vance proclaimed, his confidence rising again.

"Interesting, but it sounds like cheating on my part," Whitney said, starting to turn around again.

"Consider it a bonus round for our competition. Let's see how I rate against your current and past beaus. Double or nothing, I bring you off faster and better than any of them."

"Hmm, intriguing," Whitney mused for a moment. "How about this counteroffer? If you last too long, I get up and walk away. I'll head straight to Peyton and tell her what an awful lover you are. That should be motivation enough for you."

"Yet, if I bring I win this one, you'll head straight to Peyton with a different review of my skills. Deal?" Vance asked.

"Deal," Whitney agreed, a Cheshire grin on her face.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Finn asked over the loud beats of the dance song.

"Just that this is nice," Ellie said into his ear.

The two college students ignored the fast-paced song, preferring to dance slowly as if a love ballad currently played. Something about their decision to ignore everything else around them felt nice. Understanding Ellie this time, Finn smiled. It did feel nice. It could also be nice to actually engage in a conversation with the girl who made tonight surprisingly pleasant.

"Hey, you want to go somewhere quieter? I mean, just to talk and relax," Finn added immediately. He didn't want his dance partner to get the wrong impression.

"That'd be nice too," Ellie beamed.

Nudging his head, Finn led her by the hand toward the kitchen. Pausing for a moment, he made up his mind and went to the sunroom. With the fire mostly died out, the sunroom had started to get cold. Shutting the French doors behind them, Finn raised a finger as if Ellie should wait. Checking the small cranny near the wood stove, he found that Harvey had stocked it with wood. Taking two logs, he opened the metal door, placing them inside. Adding a smaller piece, he took the iron poker and brought the fire back to life.

"There, that should make it more comfortable soon. Uh, sorry, I didn't mean that you shouldn't sit down," Finn chuckled sheepishly.

Blushing with mild embarrassment, Ellie sat down on one end of a couch. Finn joined her, leaving enough space to be polite.

"This place is really nice," Ellie said, meaning the cabin, but Finn took it as meaning the sunroom.

"Yeah, I like this room much better than the one at the old cabin," Finn responded, glancing around. "I'd love a place out here with a sunroom like this someday. I've always loved Wasp Lake."

"Do you come here much?"

"We used to until the old cabin burned down. My dad brought me a lot after mom passed away. Uncle Harvey loves to have guests over. The peace and quiet also helped me deal with everything surrounding my parents."

"I'm sorry," Ellie said, reaching out to hold his hand. "I can't imagine what you've gone through. It must be difficult this week."

"Yeah, ten years really makes it hit home. I can't believe it's been that long since I last saw her," Finn remarked. Squeezing his eyes shut, he fought back the sadness and painful memory of watching his mom die before his eyes. Opening them back up, he glanced at Ellie. "Let's not talk about sad stuff. Tell me about life at Sandbar College. You know, I almost went there."

"You did?"

"Yeah, Nate really wanted me to come. He said we could get the dynamic duo back together," Finn chuckled. "Of course, that only would've worked if Peyton and Lana enrolled there too. They barely let me out of their sight for a few days without demanding to know where I've been."

"They do?" Ellie asked, looking disappointed. Finn didn't notice nor realize why she quickly changed the subject. " I should be thanking you too."

"For what?"

"For Nate showing up at more dorm on the second day of classes. He said that you ordered him to show me around campus and make sure that I didn't feel lost. Nate also mentioned that he wasn't to flirt or hit on me."

"I think the last part was more an order from Peyton," Finn chuckled.

"Either way, it was nice. I also appreciated Mrs. Toone making an open offer to come over for Sunday dinners. I feel bad that I haven't taken her up on the offer much. School, training, and making new friends has been time-consuming," Ellie said.

"You sure the twins didn't scare you off?" Finn asked. "They are little monsters."

"I know! They were nice enough to me, but they told me some stories," Ellie laughed. "Wow! I'm lucky that Robin is nothing like them."

The two launched into a detail-filled conversation about their respective colleges and school life. Ellie remarked several times that she wished Peyton had chosen to attend Sandbar. She could've taken classes that fit into a pre-med course load, but Peyton wasn't thrilled by the school's academic reputation. Not that Sandbar had a poor one, but it wasn't as high as Zurbrugg College.

"It would've been awesome to have her on the team. Too bad she chose to stop playing volleyball," Ellie remarked.

"Yeah, I think Lana was all for going to school in Hawaii. Beaches, bikinis, and a steady flow of male tourists are right up her alley. Of course, Aunt Rachel and Uncle Clive know better than to allow her to live that life."

"Mrs. Toone said the same thing," Ellie revealed. Her face continued to beam with happiness. A look that Finn noticed and asked about. Blushing, Ellie admitted the reason. "I can't believe I'm sitting here with you."

"Me? Why?"

"You're Finley Singer, duh!"

"Uh, so?"

"Omigawd! You can't be serious? All the girls in my grade had crushes on you," Ellie revealed, adding more softly. "Including me."

"Wait, what? Why?" Finn questioned, utterly confused by both revelations.

"Because you're Finn Singer!" Ellie repeated as if that's all that needed to be said.

"Yep, that's my name. You're going to have to give me more."

"Well, you're smart, kind, and super cute. Plus, you're the only guy that Lana Stratton dated in high school. Do you know how many guys would've killed to be her boyfriend?" Ellie blurted out excitedly.

"Yeah, I do. And it's not as if Lana and I worked out," Finn reminded.

"But you still dated her! Who else has Lana ever dated?"

"Uh, just me. I didn't realize it was a big deal to people."

"It is to me. I dreamed of dancing with you. And doing this," Ellie said. Leaning over, she shocked Finn even more by stealing a quick kiss. Pulling back, she blushed. "Wow!"

"Uh, whatcha doing?" Skye asked.

"Crap!" Lana shrieked, slipping on the step she'd been perched on. Immediately jumping backward, she glanced at Skye and then at something in the rec room. "Don't scare me like that!" she hissed at the slightly older woman.

"Sorry," Skye apologized, holding up her hands. "But what are you doing?"

"What's it look like? I'm spying!" Lana hissed. Holding up her finger, the redhead pointed at the brunette before moving the finger to her lips. "Be quiet."

"Um, okay. Who are we spying on?"

"Vance and the wrong blonde." Lana motioned for Skye to step down to the second to last stair and peek around the corner.

Doing so, Skye's eyebrows raised as she saw a blonde lying on the pool table. A guy--Vance, she presumed--had his head between the blonde's legs.

"Holy shit! Is that Whitney?"

"Indeed it is," Lana nodded. "It was supposed to be Peyton, but a mixup occurred. Either way, it looks like things are about to get hot. Wanna watch with me?"

"I'd don't know. This feels like an invasion of priva--"

"Fuck yes! Just like that!" Whitney urged in a scream.

"Fuck it, I'm down," Skye told Lana.