To Lookout Point

As Zack got to Lookout Point he saw Ashley sitting at the bench, her head down on the table.

"Ash?" he said quietly. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Ash, I'm really sorry, I should have said something or stopped you, I never meant..."

"It's not you Zack, it's Brandon."

"Brandon?" he asked as he sat next to her.

"Yes, haven't you noticed that he and Heather have been all over each other since we got here. And all that after he turned me down for sex." She realized that last comment was maybe more information than Zack needed to know, but she was so upset she didn't care.

"Look," Zack said, still a little taken aback by her bluntness, "I understand why you are worried, but Brandon loves you and would never cheat on you, especially with Heather. We all know she likes to tease but she would never cross that line with Brandon. They both know it would tear this group apart."

"You're probably right. Thanks Zack."

He stood up to leave. Ashley had never been especially close to Zack, but at that moment she felt the need to give him a hug. She stood up and embraced him.

Zack was surprised by her hug but wrapped his arms around her too. His mind went back to the lake when she had squeezed his cock, and now here they were in this tight embrace. He felt his cock starting to stir. "Oh god, oh god," he panicked. "She is going to think I'm the biggest pervert ever." He knew she wasn't ready to stop the hug so he tried to pull his waist away from her so she wouldn't feel it or maybe it would go down. "Mickey Mantle, Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Joe DiMaggio..." he chanted in his head.

Ashley noticed him squirming. "Oh god," she thought. Not long ago his cock had been in her hand, and now they were in this embrace. Of course his body had reacted. She almost felt sorry for the terror he must be feeling. Zack really was a nice guy. She was glad it was him that had followed her and not Kurt. Kurt probably would have approached her with his dick already out, picked her up with those strong arms, bent her over the bench and... WHY WAS SHE THINKING ABOUT KURT'S COCK? Why was she thinking about Zack's cock? If only the one cock she truly wanted had taken care of her earlier none of this would be happening. "Damn't Brandon," she thought. She decided the best thing for Zack was to break the hug. She didn't want to **** the poor guy. As she did, she turned in a way so that he would know there was no way she had seen his erection. She wanted to save him the embarrassment. Or, did she want to keep herself from looking?

"Thank you Zack, really," she said as she sat back down. "I just want to sit by myself for a while and think."

She knew what Zack had said was true. It had to be. But it was also what he didn't say. What he didn't say was that Heather and Brandon didn't want each other. And that was what really hurt her. That Brandon thought she wasn't good enough, that there was something better out there.