Zack Learns Who Heather Really Is

Zack's eyes were wide, and to his surprise, he was even more shocked by Heather Raver's kiss then Chloe's. When Chloe kissed him, it caught him off guard, but at his core, he knew it was innocent, and nothing to read into, but this was different. Not to mention how terrified he had just become realizing that Heather, captain of the cheerleading team, the golden girl of Azure Rocks, was suddenly propositioning him. Sure in his fantasies he dreamed of fucking her, but hell, what guy wouldn't? The thing was, Zack didn't think he had a shot in hell with being able to keep up with a girl like this, so he simply stood frozen in near terror as Heather's tongue wormed its way into his mouth.

Unfortunately for Zack, Heather reacted just as he feared, meaning she reacted at all. "Zack, that's not how you fucking kiss a girl," Heather frowned while pulling her lips away from his, "What's the issue here? I'm hot; you're hot. You got a cock; I have a pussy. I want you, and you want me!" Zack swallowed hard and blinked a few quick times, "You do want me, don't you?" Heather asked, furrowing her brow at the silent teen,

"U-Uh...I..." Zack mumbled back,

"What?! What's the problem? Is it someone else? Are you that into Vicky that you're gonna turn me down?" Heather exclaimed, her voice suddenly turning shaky, "What does she have that I don't?!"

"No, I...you...uh...I..." Zack stammered back,

"What! Spit it the fuck out!" Heather exclaimed the girl's heart pound hard, almost waiting for Zack to snap it in two,

"I don't know what to do..." Zack finally said with a blank expression, "You're...Heather fucking Ravers,"

"I'm...what?!" Heather scoffed with a shake of her head, "What the hell does that even mean,"

"You're the most popular girl in school, your dad basically owns the town, you're on the fast track to taking over his business, and I'm just...Zack Bishop," Zack shrugged back, "I don't think I'm supposed to be with you,"

"E-Excuse me?" Heather asked tilting her head, her frown slowly starting to turn into a smirk,

"I don't...ugh, you're supposed to be with a fucking...prince, a genius, or...I don't know, fucking someone important!" Zack finally exclaimed while tossing his hands up,

"So you're saying I'm obligated to like someone better than you? That I should simply tell my mind and heart that "No, Zack is a mere peasant. We can do much better!" Is that it?" Heather sarcastically retorted,

"I'm not a peasant!" Zack shot back,

"But you're not good enough for me?" Zack pursed his lips, "Then who are you good for? Maybe Vicky could do better than you, I mean Ash obviously does better than you with Brandon...pfft, I bet even Chloe has a better choice then since you're so fucking lowly,"

"Hey!" Zack shouted, "I didn't mean it like that!"

"No, no, you're right, now that I think about it, what was I thinking? What a fucking loser you are!" Heather continued while stepping away, "As if you could even handle a woman like me,"

"What?! I could handle you!" Zack indignantly replied,

"Oh sure, I bet to top it off you got an itty bitty, teeny tiny, cock," Heather teased, "Is that the real reason you've been saying all this because you got like a two-inch dick?" Zack's jaw dropped, and his eyes flared up, "It is, isn't it?! I wouldn't feel anything if you could even get the balls to try and fuck me!"

"Okay, now you're just being a bitch!" Zack spat out, "I don't have a two-inch dick, and I could handle you! Alright?!"

"Sure! You couldn't even fucking kiss me, coward," Heather scoffed with a laugh. Suddenly she felt Zack's hands grab her arms and yank her towards him. The brunette merely shut her eyes and sighed as the teen forcefully pressed in with a kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth without hesitation. Heather could almost feel her body becoming love drunk from the kiss, and before she knew it, her arms were wrapped around his neck, and she was kissing back.

The sound of their feasting mouths filled the room along with the sounds of a few grunts and husky breaths. Heather felt Zack's right-hand slide down and grip onto her ass causing the cheerleader to gasp and involuntarily pull away from his lips, "Told you," Zack grinned, feeling triumphant,

"Mhm, sure showed me," Heather grinned, sarcasm dripping off each word,

Zack's eyes began to soft in confusion before simply dropping, a clear light bulb going off in his head, "You tricked me,"

"Mhmm, I think I more or less challenged you," Heather corrected, "And you bested me, good job, Bishop," Zack slowly rolled his eyes, yet even though he knew he was just played, he couldn't seem to remove his hand from Heather's perfect ass. "And any man who can best Heather Ravers in a challenge is more than man enough to be with her,"

"That so?" Zack dryly replied,

"Yeah...unless I really was right about your situation down there," Heather teased making the teen's brow narrow once more, "Of course...you could really prove me wrong right now..." She added on sliding her hand down until it cupped Zack's crotch, squeezing it lightly.