Some time earlier, Gavin and Victoria enjoy themselves

The clock in the living room chimed half of the Westminster Quarters melody, with its hour hand
jutting into the space between the ornate eight and nine numerals. Not that anyone really took
enough notice to care, and the only brain that seemed to register the noise and compute the time
just used it as a measure of precisely how long a certain part of his anatomy had been inside
someone else's mouth.

"Fuck," Gavin breathed, relishing the tongue that swirled around his cock. Absently, he regarded
its green-eyed owner, but when Victoria met his gaze, he groaned in realization of the scene and
lolled his head back in intense pleasure.

A part of his brain surprisingly not consumed by the sexual maelstrom mused that most of them
should've been at the party across the lake half an hour ago, and that Heather, Kurt, and Chloe
would be wondering what happened to them, let alone Ashley and Zack's sisters. That brain area also imagined the three -- or five, or more -- of them returning to the cabin to find the state it had become, and lord know how any of them would react. Then his imagination surrendered to the storm by envisioning a very naked Heather bouncing on his manhood while he ate out Zack's hot sister.

Victoria felt him twitch suddenly in her mouth, and she concluded his orgasm must be incoming. She smacked her lips from his cock and rasped, "Cum in my mouth, let me taste it."

A part of her mind similar to Gavin's cried out in confusion and desperation. This wasn't her, she thought, giving indiscriminate blowjobs like some kind of cumslut. Zack had been a special case, a way for her to keep pace with the decidedly more experienced Heather, so that was different, her logic concluded. After all, she continued, she had to lose her various virginities at some point, and Zack was a prime candidate for one orifice, a boy who already liked her and who was nice, like Dustin had been.

Her brain suddenly rewound the tape of her memory, hitting play again at the point where she once gave Dustin a handjob in his car. Weirdly, his cock crystallized in his mind, its firmness in her palm, its visible throbbing as it pulsed, its oozing of precum as she had jerked him faster. She mentally licked her lips, and pitied at the lost opportunity. I'm sure he tasted wonderful, her hazy thoughts wandered.

Lazily, she regarded her current lover as he slipped his fingers in her bright tresses, caressing her head. This isn't indiscriminate, she corrected herself. It's not like she was on her knees in a bus station bathroom or something more seedy. This was Gavin, her good friend and study buddy, and he clearly needed her help right now. Besides, this is good practice. Heather surely must have had so many guys in her mouth. This was no different than studying for a test, and of course she'd do it with Gavin!

Simple and logical, that's me! she thought, a final coherent message in her brain before she heard the deep groan from above. Gavin twitched and she started to drink from his source like a thirsty camel.

She gasped as she released him, admiring the sheen of spit and semen on it as she casually pumped. "So good," she hissed. She regretted leaving Brandon in the kitchen just now, certainly a lost opportunity to partake of an athlete’s tool. She had no idea why, she must have felt intimidated on some level. At least she ran into Gavin, and he was more than enough of a consolation prize. It's funny how clear-headed one can become when old taboos are just abandoned. I mean, what did stop her from sucking Brandon off anyway? She enjoyed Gavin's cock, and he certainly enjoyed her mouth. It all makes perfect sense. I hope I can fix that later.

"Ahn!" came another female voice, and Victoria glanced over at another blonde being mounted by another brunette. Ashley's bottom half poked out from the kitchen, with her legs enclosing around Zack's waist. She couldn't she their faces, but from the ensuing moans, they had to be twisted in ecstasy.

She regarded Gavin with a delicious grin. He arched an eyebrow. She needed the practice, and she hoped Gavin would be up for another one-on-one study session.