Victoria makes a bad decision

Victoria scrambled up the steps to the cabin. She was slick with sweat, trapped within Ashley's tiny swimsuit, and her mind spun. She didn't feel like herself. The heat had gotten to her. She'd waited too long for Ashley down at the lake.

The screen door lashed shut behind her, and she slumped against the wall. Thank God, she thought. She had to find Ashley. She must be around here...

But her skin crawled as the sweat rolled down her bare back.

Ew ew ew ew! Shower first!

Vicky walked down the hall to her shared bedroom with Kurt, but someone was talking across the door...

“Yes yes yes yes yes! There! Oh God! Fuck me there, Kurt!”

The knob went cold in her hand, or maybe it was just her hand that froze.

Is this why you warned me about him, Ashley, you condescending witch? Why you warn me off every “bad boy?” Ashley and Kurt giggled with each other as their playtime wound down. Forget your friends. Forget your boyfriend. You want them for yourself.

“You have a slut for that.”

Vicky's jaw swung at her ankles. Of all the people who would say something so vile. And to her boyfriend, maybe, but Kurt? Vicky had always looked up to Ashley. She wanted to find someone she could love as much as Ashley loved Brandon. Even when Ashley looked down her nose at Vicky's “innocence,” she'd been open with her sexual experiences, sparing Vicky the awkward lessons she wouldn't have to learn for herself. It would've hurt less if Ashley had stabbed her in the chest. At least then Vicky would've known betrayal was coming.

Kurt's eyes bugged out of his head as Vicky entered the room. He was in his natural state, butt naked, but for once seemed ashamed of it. Well, his face did: his (Oh. Oh wow.) impressive hard-on jutted out from his groin, down into Ashley's throat. She lay on her back, her eyes closed, her entire head around his cock. One hand rubbed her pussy, and Vicky could see a sticky white substance coat her bald lips.

Ashley glared at Kurt.

“Why'd you...”

Vicky glared at Ashley.

“Oh fuck,” Ashley whined. Tears made her eyes burn. “Oh, oh fuck, Vicky. Please. I'm so sorry.”

“You should be sorry,” Vicky spat. Ashley sat up, pulled her t-shirt down over ass, as far as it could stretch. It didn't hide anything.

“You, you can't tell anyone. Please, Vicky, I'm begging you. You won't tell, will you?”

The fog of lust was dissipating. Ashley could see a future where Dream Brandon was all she had. Now Vicky wouldn't even look at her.

“Finish up. Then get out of here.”

“Yes, ma'am!” Kurt answered. His grin almost split his head in two. Men go their whole lives without luck like mine.

He pushed Ashley onto her knees, and his hands swept up around her tits, kneading them, pinching her nipples. His lips found her earlobe and began to suck. Ashley hated herself, hated him, and let him manhandle her anyway. She'd lost everything that meant anything. She might as well go out with a(nother) bang.

With a sudden twist, her t-shirt whipped over her head. Her naked body spread before Kurt as he got on the bed. He looked up at Vicky, glowering from the doorway, one more time for approval.

“Is this your thing? You like to watch?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Hey, suit yourself.” Then, no warning, no foreplay, he was back inside Ashley.

Ashley's mouth opened in a silent whine as Kurt fucked her. Fresh off his first orgasm, he took advantage and picked up the pace. He held her ass in the air but pushed her face into the bedsheets. She took them in each fist and buried her face.

Oh my God it's so good it's so good I'm going to Hell for this why is it so good?!

“You're really enjoying this, huh?”

Vicky was on her knees before the edge of the bed, her cold face inches away. Vicky brushed the shroud of blonde hair behind Ashley's face, cupping it in her hands. Ashley didn't want to answer. The answer was too shameful.

“Yeah, I love it! Yeah! Yeah!”

Kurt loved the way Ashley's ass rippled as he bottomed out in her, but he couldn't help but lean over to sneak a glance at Vicky's. He watched the two blondes stare each other down. Despite Vicky's tough attitude, she looked just as unsure as Ashley.

“Did I ever tell you I would do anything for a guy like Brandon?”

Ashley groaned, and she tried to twist away, but Vicky held her there. She did remember. She saw the two of them in the library, notebooks open on an American history lecture. Vicky's eyes teared up as she recounted Dustin's last words to her. It had nothing to do with him, really, but they would be going away to college soon, and he didn't think they should commit to each other before they knew what else was out there. What a prick. Vicky'd been so sure he was the one that would have lasted. The one she could explore the world with, not to mention each other.

Ashley still felt guilty about it. She'd done nothing but reminisce about the times she'd fought with Brandon. The times they'd almost broken up before making peace. The times they'd valued each other over a mystical concept of "something new."

(The times they had awesome makeup sex went unspoken, but reminiscing made it a challenge to continue the conversation.)

“You have no idea how lucky you are,” Vicky had spluttered in a bitter attempt at laughter. “I'd do anything to find one guy who wouldn't let his dick or his ego get in the way of his heart.”

“I remember,” Ashley whispered. Kurt's spell was broken. Her friend needed her, and she'd been so goddamn selfish...

And then Kurt's hand fell on her ass. She felt the good hurt, but for the most part her ass just hurt. She yelped, pushed away from him, and reached out for something to support her.

...Someone who supported her.

It felt so right that she should apologize to Vicky this way. Ashley's mouth covered Vicky's, and after a tense moment, she rewarded Ashley with a new kiss. Their tongues explored the intimate spaces they'd never imagined they would share. It was a kiss free from any obligation. Ashley said everything she felt about Brandon, Kurt, even the other girls with that kiss. And Vicky forgave her.

“Whoa,” Vicky whispered when they broke. She'd wanted to embarrass Ashley, to make her feel as small and weak as she'd made Vicky feel every time she judged one of Vicky's boyfriends. But now, she saw, Ashley just loved too much, too hot, too bright. She was adrift. They both drifted...

Kurt stopped. He'd never been the kind of guy to make a girl beg when he was already in, but what was even happening?! The two blondes were making out with a passion, as if they were dying of thirst and each held the last mouthful of water for miles. He'd never seen something so hot in his life. And he was balls deep in one of them!

Ashley pulled the front piece of Vicky's bathing suit aside and rolled her friend's small, tight nipple between her fingers. Between her legs, Kurt's dick throbbed.

“Close already,” she sneered at him over her shoulder. Then a wicked, wicked thought came to her.

“Hey, Kurt. Why don't we let Vicky have a turn?”