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Brandon mumbled. Lisa bunched her brow, trying to listen.

"What, Bran?"

"letssupportem," the sound of Brandon's voice reached her ears again, slightly louder.

"Brandon, I can't hear you, god damnit--"

"Support them," he hissed. "Let's see what happens. If Zack's male gaze gets him in trouble, we'll be there to catch Madison when she falls."

Lisa blinked, then nodded. Maybe it wasn't the best choice, especially since this was her best friend and ex for Pete's sake, but... "Fine. Very mature choice, Bran. We'll see how it works out." If he so much as makes her cry, I'll...

"Oh yeah!" Madison's thrilled tone swamped over them like a tsunami. She clearly bounced in Zack's lap, but neither of their watchers figured that they were actually having sex just yet.

Angle's wrong, Lisa commented.

Not by the way he's holding her, Brandon critiqued.

Lisa's mind drifted to a point just before her and Zack parted. The end had been drawing near, both of them knew. Zack had been making excuses to be in Gavin's chemistry study group at school, even though he had better grades than even said tutor. Gavin, bless him, tried to turn to him away, because he knew the reason only Zack was interested is that it meant more time with another regular patron of the group: the "sweet Victoria." Lisa, despite herself and buried hatchets, involuntarily sneered. It was still a sore point.

She prided herself though. She had managed to keep Zack away once, and it involved a night sans her parents (how convenient that the Policeman's Ball was held in a conference hall out of state), the finest negligee she could find, and a long night on the couch. That first time he entered her, she straddled him in his lap, with those surprisingly strong thighs of his being the perfect trampoline. Oh, and that orgasm...

Brandon's memory resurrected something similar, a gorgeous time after the celebrations for Ashley's eighteenth had concluded. her parents were out of town, and they basically trusted her with their lives, so nothing crazy had been planned. If you ignore Zack's incident, of course. He had beaten a hasty retreat after waking up with a supreme hangover and a slick, naked cock. No one ever knew who he had fucked, the **** made sure of that, but his absconding had meant that the two lovers were then free to have their own afterparty. With the fire roaring in the background, Ashley had wanted to try a new position, and the rest was delicious history. My god, could he go deep into her like that...

As his mind wandered, his shorts had tented. He saw it and cursed. Damn my brain!

He wasn't the only one to notice though. Her face completely flushed, Lisa had him in her sights. A hand had reached into her bikini bottom, and Brandon couldn't help but to notice the hard points of her nipples threatening to poke holes in her top.

Shocked, her gaze met his. A conversation began again.