Right Place, Right Time

One more good fuck might be the **** of Kurt, so Chloe decided against following him to the ensuite shower. Instead, she went in the other direction, down the opposite hall, passing by the main, communal bathroom. The door was closed anyway, but whether it was occupied or not, Chloe had to gather a few things from the bedroom first. Namely, a fresh selection of underwear, and some new clothes for the day. As comfy as it was, she didn’t intend to wear Trent’s oversized t-shirt forever. However, the clothes she picked out, a loose tee of her own and sweatpants, were equally baggy, remnants of her self-conscious past self.

It may be time to raid Heather’s luggage again, Chloe pondered, frowning at the frumpy, unflattering clothing in hands. Or better yet, a shopping trip. She had a little money saved, and it was for a good cause; a new look to reflect her new attitude. Shopping had never really interested the redhead before, since it often meant standing around, trying on outfits and staring at her own body, which only made her feel worse about herself. But now, when she looked in the mirror, like she was doing in the bedroom, she couldn’t see the flaws. She could only see what Hannah and Trent and countless others had gripped and squeezed and kissed and sucked, remembering their pleasure and her own.

A vibration ran through her body like an electric shock and with a restless sigh she returned to her suitcase, fishing out the last item that she needed to ensure that the shower left her clean in all the right spots. She held the blue dildo aloft and smiled.

“You’re coming with me, Mr. Mueller,” she said, bestowing the new name upon the rubber cock.

It wouldn’t be as satisfying as the real thing, but she was so horny right now, just the idea of revisiting her crush on the school coach was almost enough to get her off, imagining how yesterday might have unfolded had he not been married. Pictures of him bending her over his car and plowing her wide ass consumed her mind, causing her to involuntarily lick her lips and gasp as the previous vibration became a full body shudder. Her sloppy, wet pussy leaked down her thighs. She need to get to the bathroom, now!

Hiding the dildo under her clothes rather than signal to everyone what she intended to do in the shower, she turned towards the door. It was already open though, a muscular boy, completely in the nude, hunched over, scurried into the room, dick in hand, pausing as he looked up and met her eye. Chloe had completely forgotten about the other cock in the cabin belonging to Brandon Cole.

“Looks like someone else got lucky last night too,” she said, allowing her hungry eyes to roam over the quarterback’s well-formed body.

“Uh, yeah…” he admitted as he stared back at Chloe, recognizing Trent’s t-shirt. He also noticed that it ended high upon her thigh, suggestively implying that if she bent over, even slightly, her pussy would be on display.

“I guess you and Madison patched things up,” Chloe teased, dismissing, as almost everyone else did, that he could have hooked up with Ashley.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he replied, glancing at the redheaded athlete over his shoulder as he scurried like a soldier running for cover towards the underwear packed into a small stack in his luggage. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was ogling him, her lustful eyes devouring his body, as if waiting for the right moment to pounce upon the walking meal. Holding back a groan, his uncovered cock grew hard in his hand.

Watching his buttocks as he ran made Chloe bite her lip. She wasn’t going to do anything with the star quarterback. She’d already learned that lesson. Waking up horny and fucking the first available cock she could find was exactly how she’d screwed up Gavin and Victoria’s relationship, and she was determined never to make that mistake again, no matter how much she really needed to get fucked. But that didn’t mean that when life dropped a hot, well built, naked guy right on her lap that she couldn’t at least enjoy the view.

“I’ll be done in just a second,” Brandon informed her, as he grabbed the first pair of boxers he saw.

“It’s fine, you can have the room. I was just on my way to the shower,” Chloe said, a little disappointed to see his cock, slightly hard already, vanishing from sight as he pulled the underwear up around his crotch. “I was just…taking the scenic route.”

He laughed and straightened up, more comfortable now that his dick wasn't hanging out for the world to see. “I guess I can’t really blame you after what I got to see yesterday.”

“That’s right! You were there,” Chloe remembered, smiling at the forgotten memory of Brandon standing with all the other professionals at Surrender, his eyes bugging out of his head as her top fell away and her marvelous full breasts became the center spectacle. Maybe he, even more than Trent, would be interested in seeing how the photos turned out. She had no intention of it leading to anything else, but there was nothing wrong with teasing the teen football player.

“It’s alright. It was a big day. Me being there probably wasn’t a big part of it,” Brandon said while looking around for some jeans. He’d been fortunate enough that when he stormed out, he’d been so pissed he hadn’t taken all of his belongings. But who was staying in what room had changed considerably since then, and Brandon’s things had been kicked from place to place, leaving him unsure exactly where all of his stuff was now. He dreaded the idea of having to borrow clothes from another guy though. Girls could do that, but for guys, to Brandon, that just seemed wrong.

“I didn’t mean that,” Chloe assured him, though she had forgotten but she could blame that on her one track mind right now as much as anything else. “The photographer guy sent me through the proofs this morning. Would you like to see them?”

“Me?” He pointed dumbly at himself. He and Chloe weren’t particularly close, so he thought there’d be a long list of guys she’d rather show her half-naked bikini pictures to rather than him. Despite that thought though, he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. “Sure.”

Chloe lowered herself on to the bed, setting her clothes on the bed behind her, making sure they completely covered the dildo lurking beneath. Patting the duvet beside her, she waited for Brandon to walk around the bed and sit down beside her. To hold her phone out between them, she had to lean a little closer to him, her bare leg rubbing against his muscled thigh. Smiling at his growing nervousness, she tapped on the screen with her thumb, jumping to the start of the album.

“Oh, shit, Chloe, these are really, fucking…um…good.”

“It’s okay, you can say ‘hot’,” she said, smiling at his attempt to censor himself. “I want your honest opinion.”

“Okay, well, then it’s really fucking hot. Not that you didn’t look hot in person too, but I was standing kind of far away. The close-ups, the angles, that D’Angelo guy really did a great job of highlighting your, um, best assets, while keeping the clothing as the central focus.” He pointed towards the screen, as Chloe swiped onto another picture. “Like, the way you smiled in this photo, kind of nervous but excited and, I think, hopeful, it’s a really engaging smile, and very natural. But I remember that smile. I remember you looking at Pietra and smiling like that, but it was only for a second. It was so brief I think an amateur would have missed it. But this guy got it; this perfect little grin of you anticipating what was to come.”

“Wow. I thought you were just gonna say my tits were nice.”

“Sorry,” Brandon said with an embarrassed laugh. “I think I’ve been looking at Pietra’s pictures for too long. She’s very naturally pretty, but even she can have bad pictures if the photographer is just setting up his camera and shooting. So, maybe I’ve come to appreciate the pictures that do show sides of her that you don’t usually see. It’s the same with you. That moment when you gave a brief glimpse into what you really wanted, that’s the kind of one in a million shot that’s really gonna draw people in.”

“I’m glad you like them so much,” she said, swiping through a few more pictures, watching Brandon’s attentive eyes. “Honestly, you probably deserve to see these more than anyone else. If it weren’t for you, I might not have said yes when they asked me to model.”

“Consider me your first fan then,” Brandon said, glancing up at her face with a smile, his eyes darting back down to the photos on the phone, not wanting to miss a single one. Pietra was on Chloe’s back, the redhead slightly bent over as she carried the blonde, her tits bulging against the small triangles of the bikini top. Chloe wasn’t wrong; they were very nice. “The first of many, I’m sure.”

“It’s just my way of saying thanks…and, well, it actually means a lot to me to hear you say that you like the way I look. I mean, growing up I never thought much of my appearance, but Zack and Gavin always told me I looked good, as nice as any of the other girls at school. But they’re my best friends, of course they wouldn’t tell me I was ugly,” Chloe said, trying not to sound too sad, but just thinking back to how she used to be brought a dark cloud over her head. “I would walk down the hall and see the small figures of Ashley, or slender like Victoria, or toned like Heather, and guys like you and Trent, only ever paid them attention.”

“That’s all in your head,” Brandon insisted. “Trent and some of the guys always head down to the soccer matches to watch the girls play.”

“I know. Or, at least, I know that now. But guys like you and Trent and Kurt, you’re all the types of guys who I never thought in a million years would ever look at me and think ‘hot’. So, to hear you guys say it, well, it means more to me than anyone else.” Chloe confessed, blushing herself now. “I know that must sound shallow, that I only care about the opinion of popular, good-looking people but…”

“No, I get it,” Brandon interjected, looking at her face exclusively now as her thumb stopped scrolling through the photos. “I get a lot of compliments for my football ability, from the coach, from the other team members, and accolades from the school, and there’s an expectation for me to get a scholarship and to go somewhere with it, but, really the only praise I’ve ever cared about was from my dad.”

“Your dad?” Chloe asked courteously. She was unprepared for Brandon to open up so much but if he felt like talking then the least she could do was offer a listening ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever met your dad. I bet football runs in the family though.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t make it out to school much, the auto yard takes up a lot of his time. But, it’s not just my dad, sport runs in both my parent’s veins. My mum was a lot like Madison in school, she did everything. Netball, volletball, hockey, tennis, track and field, if you name it, there’s a good chance my mum tried it,” Brandon joked to take the edge of the seriousness of the conversation. “My mum is more open though. I mean, I know both of my parents care about me, but sometimes, especially lately, I think my dad and I are very alike; we both struggle to convey our feelings. So, it didn’t happen very often, but, on occasion, usually after a big game, he’d pat me on the back and tell me I did well, and truthfully, those three words mean more to me than anything the coach has ever said or any award I’ve ever won.”

“Yeah, that’s it, exactly,” Chloe said with a hint of surprise. “Sometimes it takes a word from the right person to properly spur you on. And if it wasn’t for you, being with me at Surrender yesterday, I don’t think I would have ever gotten in front of that camera. So, thank you.”

“Are you kidding?” Brandon’s lips stretched into a goofy smile. “After seeing you in the little bikini yesterday, there’s no thanks necessary.”

Chloe half smirked, deviously as her thumb returned to the screen. “You know, I was kind of unsure whether to show you these, and after that thing about your dad, I was definitely gonna thank you by letting you see the last photos. But if you think there’s no more thanks required…”

“More photos?” Brandon said, his breath catching in his throat. He’d seen all the pictures from the beach bikini set, except for what happened immediately after. Had D’Angelo even kept taking pictures? Though he tried to think back, the teen had been too distracted by Chloe’s wardrobe malfunction to even remember if the camera kept clicking. Those photos surely would have been deleted, he reasoned with himself, and yet… “I…I mean, if you want to, it…it’d be rude of me not to accept.”

Her smirk deepening, knowing that she had the usually cool and dominant quarterback in the palm of her hand, she swiped across the screen, pushing one photo out and pulling another in. She watched as Brandon’s eyes bugged out again, just as they had done in the club, at the sight of her tremendous breasts exposed. His cheeks filled up with red and he swallowed so hard that she heard him gulp. Noticeably as well, his back straightened, and a quick glance down confirmed the reason why; his boxers had grown considerably tight, almost tenting as blood rushed from his head to his lower brain.

As she moved onto the next photo, Brandon watched as Chloe’s expression in the picture went from oblivious to the shocking realization that everyone could see her tits. It wasn’t panic, it was a kind of awe, tinged with arousal, as her glassy eyes took in the lust of everyone watching her, her lips parted in a small, conflicted gasp. Nothing else about the photo changed. Chloe’s impressive rack was still front and center of the picture, offering a much closer angle than Brandon himself had been allowed at the shoot.

In the final picture, very little changed. Chloe’s chin was raised, her face changed to pure confidence, a slight smile, almost smug, on her lips, as she stood proud of the heavy tits that adorned her chest, and growing prouder as she survey the jealous and the horny who gazed back. But it also wasn’t to last. In the bottom corner, blurred, a figure was already rushing towards the redhaired teen to help redress her. Besides Pietra, Brandon wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a hotter model, and she was sitting right next to him, real and in the flesh.

“Well, any thoughts on these photos?” she asked, keeping her phone aloft so he could continue to take in her nude form.

“I…uh…”

“Dumbfounded, huh?” she chuckled, growing ever more confident, and horny. She really needed that shower, or else she really would sink to jumping Brandon, Madison be damned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“What I, ahem,” he cleared his throat, the first words coming out in a higher pitch than intended. “What I can say is that this is absolutely one of the best ‘thank yous’ I’ve ever been given.”

“Well, I really meant it,” Chloe insisted, finally taking her phone away to allow Brandon to think straight again, and set it atop her clothes again. “And, I’ll offer you something else as well. If you ever want to talk about anything, I’m here to listen, okay?”

“Thanks,” Brandon said, think of all his current friends and how he probably never would have shared what he said to Chloe with them. “You’re a good friend.”

The football team were fun guys, good for kicking it with but not the type you discuss life’s problems with. He had Madison, but she, aside from being a lover, was family. Ashley had been his girlfriend, but perhaps they could be this close again, without the sex, in time. Once upon a time, he might have felt close enough to Zack, but that was one bridge still left burnt to the ground. The rest were either Ashley’s friends, or Zack’s friends, but Chloe was proving to be an invaluable friend that he could truly call his own.

“Well, I’m gonna go take my shower now. I’ll let you take care of…” she teased him by pointedly lowering her eyes to his strained underwear. “…yourself.”

He grunted and tried to cover himself as Chloe picked up her belongings. But Brandon’s boner wasn’t the only noticeable dick, as Chloe’s hands fumbled, and the blue dildo slipped from her fingers. Bouncing off the mattress, it flopped nosily on to the floor. Chloe and Brandon’s eyes met as the red hair’s cheeks glowed as bright as her fiery locks, seconds before she dove on to the ground, hastily concealing the sex toy.

Grinning, Brandon fired back at her, “I guess I won’t be the only one taking care of myself. Remind me to tell Trent that his performance last night didn’t cut it.”

“Oh, Trent was great but, well, there’s something else you don’t know about me, Mr. Cole,” She said, staggering to her feet as she shoved the dildo out of sight between the clothing in her arms. “I have quite the…um…appetite. Especially, ah, in the morning…sometimes I, uh, just wake up, like, horny…”

Laughing, Brandon was impressed how quickly she could revert to her old, self-conscious nature. But Chloe glared at him, clearly thinking he was laughing at her embarrassment, so he assured her, it was completely natural. “I didn’t know women woke up like that sometimes too. At least your whole family doesn’t know. A couple years ago, my mum got this grand idea to buy everyone in the Cole house these activity trackers for Christmas. You know the ones, they measure things like footsteps and heartrate, and ours were all synced to the family computer. So, a couple weeks go by, and my mum is checking the data, mostly out of curiosity, and notices these spikes in my heartrate a few mornings every week. She asked me and Madison about it, but it didn’t occur to me that it was me, um, taking care of myself. Unfortunately, before I could realize and think of some excuse, both my mum and Madison came to the conclusion before I did, and promptly dropped the subject. I don’t think my mum has checked the computer data since.”

Now it was Chloe’s turn to laugh, an almost side-splitting howl that washed away any ill-will she had for him laughing at her predicament. When she was finally able to breathe again, she exhaled forcefully and said, “God. I can’t imagine how affronted you must have been.”

“I couldn’t look my mum in the eye for a couple weeks after. Especially at breakfast.”

Chloe snorted, almost on the verge of an outburst of laughter again. But all this talk of masturbation wasn’t helping to calm her quivering arousal, and she needed to get out of there before Brandon noticed the dampness leaking down her legs. Although, perhaps that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, she considered as she took a few steps towards the door.

“Thanks again for everything,” she said, turning to face him. “Though, I do have one more reward for you.”

Grabbing the hem of Trent’s tee, she tugged it upwards until her fist met her chin, the fabric gathered up in her hand. With nothing to cover her front, Brandon was given a direct flash of her large, teardrop tits, so smooth and milky, her youthful skin taut and toned. Her waist was thick but tight, years of football leaving her with the faintest hint of a six-pack beneath her breasts, despite her natural body shape.

She watched his eyes travel down her wide hips and thick thighs, as she squeezed her legs together, one foot over the other, hiding her labia from sight, but there was nothing she could do to disguise the wispy red hairs that grew above her pussy, or the shimmer of liquid arousal that coated her thighs and mound. It was so evident that she was intensely turned on, that he could even smell her heady, sexy scent across the room, filling the air as soon as she lifted the shirt.

But it was just a flash. Within seconds, with a giggle, Chloe had released the clothing and opened the door. As she turned and slipped through into the hall, he caught a glimpse of her ass, too fat and round to be covered by the t-shirt completely, getting caught on the slope of her cheeks. Brandon felt his cock twitch inside his underwear, now painfully hard. Damning the teasing flame haired vixen, he dropped trou and took his dick in hand.