They keep going

This, this is just a fucking dream, isn't it? Zack continued fencing with Madison, lips skirting past each other in sloppy waves. He shot a hand downwards to her toned ass, and she answered with a forceful grip on his hair.

No way did I just see Hannah fucking my sister with a strapon while she ate Heather out. Madison pressed her stomach into his waist, undulating across him as her kiss hastened. And no fucking way am I making out with Madison right now!

"Oh, Zack," she spat between kisses. "This what I wanted so much!"

"M-Madison? Me, you...?"

"Yes, doofus! Keep kissing me!" She pounded against him, and together they dived onto the couch.

Zack suddenly thought of Victoria. His unrequited crush, and she seemed as if she could care less about it. Not out of malice or callousness, no she was too nice for that. Ignorance, that's what it was. She just didn't know. I mean, he had never made his feelings known... or tried making inroads on her personality or interests... or, well, anything really. She was about as oblivious to his feelings as he had been oblivious to Madison's.

Holy shit, he thought. The laughable obviousness settled over him. The fuck have I been doing?

Madison's hand had rediscovered Zack's angry anatomy, and resumed her light stroking. Her eyes were smoky, dark with a want he knew as his own for Victoria. He chuckled into her mouth.

"What's so funny?" she giggled, unsealing herself.

"Oh, oh nothing." He smiled, and Madison melted.

"Well, if you're done, then keep it up." Their kiss returned, and Zack raked his hands down her sides. Madison's a great consolation prize.

She groaned as Zack pulled a hand across her tanned back. The tie of her bikini looped around his fingers, and he pulled. Soon he relished those swollen nipples denting his palms.