Fortune or Ruin?

Zack couldn't take it anymore. Ashley's delectable body called to him. Wanting—no, needing to see all of the fit, toned curves in their glory, he stepped forward. The hitch in the perky cheerleader's breathing as she realized what Zack planned brought a sinister grin to his face.

Climbing onto the foot of the guest bed, Zack watched as Ashley's eyes grew wider. Sliding his hands up the best pair of legs that he'd ever touched, Zack caressed the smooth, silky skin. Ashley's body shivered at the forbidden touch.

"Oh, yeah, you love my cock, don't ya, Ash?" Brandon's pathetic question came from the speakerphone.

Rolling his eyes, Zack loved how Ashley giggled in response before she reassured her clueless boyfriend.

"It's the biggest and bestest cock in the whole world, Bran," Ashley stated while also shaking her head no to Zack's delight.

"Damn right it is," the ignorant jock boasted.

Zack's hands had stayed busy during the couple's talk. Gently taking hold of the pale pink panties, the third wheel found his fingers playing with the black drawstring. Recalling Hannah's words during the pajama fashion show, Zack pulled the knot loose. A loud gasp of air from the blonde girlfriend at the move excited both male teenagers. Zack's hungry eyes and Brandon's unsuspecting words drove her stalled fingers back into action.

Smelling Ashley's arousal, Zack's nostrils flared. No longer caring about anything but his pleasure, he yanked the pale pink pajama bottoms down, not stopping until they got thrown against the wall behind him. Ashley's fingers never stopped inside the prettiest pussy that he'd ever seen. Assuming that Brandon had encouraged the blonde to shave her hair, Zack nearly opened his mouth to thank the unwitting boyfriend. If any girl should be hairless, it was Ashley, Zack thought.

"It's perfect," the teenager mouthed wordlessly. That caused Ashley to flash such a wanton look that Zack almost saw Hannah in his mind.

Taking hold of his cock, Zack joined Ashley in mutually masturbating as they stared at one another. Brandon now became the third wheel as his sorry attempts to sound sexy went unanswered.

The jerking and stroking grew faster as heartbeats accelerated.

"Oh, fuck, I'm about to cum, Ash!" Brandon warned from the phone.

Snapping out of his daydream, Zack found himself standing a few feet away from the bed and Ashley. While the blonde's perky tits stood proudly for Zack's gaze, her bottoms remained on, hiding her busy fingers. Her face revealed the nearness of an impending orgasm.

"Not again," Zack moaned, realizing for the second time today, he'd fantasized about touching a Woodsen.

Realizing that Zack had spoken aloud, Ashley's frightened face turned to watch her phone.

"Hey, I'm trying here!" Brandon complained, thinking that Ashley had complained about his staying power. "Here it cums!"

"Me too!" Zack hissed, causing Ashley's head to swung back toward him.

The blonde watched as a powerful rope blasted out. The first volley hit the bed next to her. Watching in awe, Ashley's eyes followed the second robust blast leave Zack's cock. Almost in slow motion to the blonde, the sperm of her family friend hung in the air until it descended, hitting her knee. The feel of the warm gooey substance on her skin light a fuse inside the cheerleader. When the third shot landed on her shin, it triggered an earth-shattering orgasm.

"So warm, so good! Cumming!" Ashley shrieked before losing herself to the pleasure.

How many seconds went by, the blonde couldn't tell. It's possible that she'd lost a minute, if not more. All she knew now was that Zack had fled the room as Brandon snored away on his side of the phone.

"Wow...just wow," Ashley said to the room before sagging back into the bed.

Clutching the trash bag as if his life depended on it, Zack speed-walked down the hallway. With tunnel vision, he barely saw but didn't acknowledge a flushed-looking Taylor scamper out of the living room. All Zack's brain instructed over and over was to get outside. Once the warm, muggy air hit him, the teen's knees buckled. Wobbly-legged, Zack managed somehow to reach the trash bin. Slamming the bag inside like a basketball, his hands grabbed hold of the plastic container.

"Holy shit!" Zack screamed at the top of his lungs. "I just came—"

"What the fuck, Zack?" Leon yelled from in front of his garage. "You trying to give me a heart attack?"

Nearby a dog started barking. A second and third joined the chorus.

"Wha...Oh, sorry, man," Zack apologized sheepishly.

"You okay? Something happen?" his friend asked from the other side of the street.

"Nah, I'm good. It's...just so damn humid out here," Zack thought up on the fly.

"True dat. I feel like my underwear is stuck to my butt," Leon revealed.

"Leon, what are you doing screaming out there?" Harmony questioned sharply from the house door that led into the garage.

"It wasn't me, Mom. Zack's the one—"

"Stop blaming your friends. Now, get in here and be quiet," Harmony ordered.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Leon grumbled, hitting the button to shut the garage door. "See ya tomorrow."

When Leon's garage door hit the pavement, Zack finished his interrupter thought, but much quiet this time.

"Holy shit. I just came on Ashley Woodsen." Pausing, Zack gulped as his brain processed the other events of the night. "And had Poppy Dufor give me a hand job, and Chloe and I touched each other."

Shaking his head, Zack turned to look up at the night sky. Stars twinkled as the teen debated if fate had finally shown him fortune or if a lost ancient god had returned to curse young Zack Bishop.

"Can this night get any weirder?"

The night definitely got more uncomfortable.

Zack stood inside his bedroom doorway, frowning at his bed. A queen-size bed, it fit two people comfortably, three occupants not so much. Paris and Chloe each lay on one edge of the bed, leaving a sliver of room for Zack. In the past, the bed owner might grumble over the tightness, but tonight, he worried deeply over how the sleeping arrangements might play out.

Was Chloe upset over their activities under the blanket? She didn't seem pissed off enough to walk next door to her home. But did that mean she wasn't mad or feeling weird? Knowing his best friend, Zack wouldn't put it past Chloe to stay even if she wasn't happy if only to avoid questions from her family as to why she came home early.

And Paris? Zack began to worry that his cousin had a magnetic field around her, one that used her curves to pull him closer and closer to the forbidden. After his increased lust-filled daydreams, could he spend one night, if not most of the following week, sharing a bed with her? If he had problems telling fantasy from reality during the day, what might happen when he was asleep? Zack shuddered at the possibilities that he might awaken to find himself doing to either his cousin or best friend.

Deciding that it might be for the best if he slept on the living room couch, Zack started to turn and leave.

"Hey, stop stalling and get over here," Paris ordered.

"Yeah, I don't want to fall asleep only for you to wake me right back up," Chloe said but didn't look over.

"Isn't he the worst for that?" Paris inquired.

"Maybe I should sleep upstairs. It looks like there isn't enough room for all three of us," Zack suggested.

"Duh, we already thought of that, but it's your bed, so we'll suffer," Paris replied.

"It is, but maybe Orion or Gizmo want to share it with you," Zack searched for an excuse.

"We already thought of that," Chloe said into her pillow.

"Yeah, we decided to make Jared share his bed with them for tonight," Paris revealed, leading both girls to giggle. "I wonder how long until he notices."

"Probably when Orion claws him," Chloe added.

" Or when Gizmo pounces on his chest," Paris giggled again. "So get your butt over here!"

Sighing, Zack followed his cousin's order. Sliding up the bed from the bottom, he ended up laying face down between the two buxom beauties. Hoping that he'd stay in that position, Zack ordered his dick to stay asleep for the night.

Paradise.

That's what Zack called the position he found himself in. Sipping on his coconut through a straw, he found himself lounging on a chair while scanning the Hawaiian beach. To his left, a line of girls lay on their stomachs as they tanned. To his right, a game of two-on-two volleyball caught his attention. Clad in black bikinis, Taylor and their cousin Mina Minotti struggled to match Ellie Ridge and Priscilla Pint. Of course, Taylor could hold her own in volleyball, but Mina looked helpless on the sand. Too short to block any shots at the net, Mina had to dig out any incoming balls. Still, Zack's eyes zeroed in on his cousin's perky ass. He marveled at how her tight butt cheeks filled the skimpy black bottoms, similar to how Taylor filled hers.

"Damn, my family has the best asses," Zack whispered to himself with a grin.

Turning his attention to the better team, the teen found himself admiring how Priscilla and Ellie rocked their bikinis. Taylor's leggy, volleyball protégé had a chocolate bikini molded onto her medium-sized breasts and toned ass. A yellow strapless bikini struggled to stay up on a similarly curved Priscilla. Hannah's cheerleader protégé's color choice went stunningly well with her brown skin.

"Turn!"

Zack's studying of Madison Cole playing referee hit a snag as the row of girls to his left turned over onto their backs. What volleyball game? That's what Zack would think within seconds. Seeing Heather Ravers, Sharon Miller, Victoria Walker, Amber Evans, Tanya Jones, Paris Bishop, and Ashley Woodsen all oiled up in their tiny bikinis brought Zack Junior to full-staff.

"Really? Interesting, very interesting," Heather commented. Although she wore oversized sunglasses, Zack just knew her glance in his direction was at him.

"No way!" Sharon exclaimed, shaking her head. "I don't believe it."

Whispering, Ashley repeatedly nodded her head firmly. Zack noticed Victoria and Paris blushing at whatever the girls talked about. For a moment, the teen wondered why he was the only guy on the beach, but that fleeting thought vanished as a hand slid over his bulge. Shocked, Zack looked to his right to see Hannah Woodsen kneeling next to his chair. His old crush wore a leopard-print, string-bikini that barely covered half of her ample tits.

"Hannah!"

"Shhh, Zacky! Ashley's spreading rumors about the size of your cock, and I just had to find out for myself."

"But what about Tay...and everyone!" Zack pointed out, waving his hand toward the beach filled with their friends.

"If they want a turn, then they can wait until I'm finished," Hannah stated, pulling his swim trunks down. "Oh, my! Ash wasn't lying. God, you got a nice cock, Zack!"

Being a horny male teenager, Zack gave up on the thought of talking Hannah out of what she was in the middle of doing. Rather than worry about his sister, cousins, and all the other girls, he closed his eyes as Hannah's hand wrapped around cock. Strangely, the girl of his dreams didn't seem very experienced at giving handjobs.

"Forgive me, Zack, but I can't stop thinking about it," Hannah said, but her voice wasn't her own.

Opening his eyes, Zack blinked in confusion. The sunny beach was gone. In its place was darkness with a sliver of moonlight. Recognizing his bedroom, Zack prepared to sit up but stopped.

"Your dick is better looking than the ones I watch on my computer," Chloe said softly to herself on Zack's right.

Sorry about the delay again. I struggled over the decision about how much to have Zack and Ashley do with each other. It came down to three choices: no touching, a little, or a lot. I sort of froze over the decision and time got away from me. I ended up going with my original idea of no touching at this point.