Zack gets an idea

After Heather left, Zack swore he could hear her humming Notre Dame’s Victory March as she walked down the hallway.

“Damn girl is crazy,” he thought to himself as he adjusted his inflated cock in his swimsuit. He contemplated taking care of himself before heading out to the lake, but realized that he’d never live to hear the end of Heather’s teasing if he did.

“Well, she’s the one who did this to you, Zacky, might as well try to turn it around on her. If we’re gonna be bunking with her for two weeks, gotta be able to return her fire,” he said to his reflection in the full-length mirror.

Just as he turned towards the door, Zack noticed that Heather had hung one of her thongs from the corner of the mirror. The bit of fabric looked like it had been placed there to dry, as Zack could see a bit of a wet spot in the crotch of the baby blue garment. He could almost picture her flashing that shit-eating grin she was famous for using on her teases. Deciding that this would be a great place to start throwing it back at Heather, he hung his boxers from the other corner, grabbed his stuff, and headed out the door.

As Zack walked into the living room, he held his head on high, adjusted his cock again and belted out his new favorite song:

♫Cheer, cheer for old Notre Dame,
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send a volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky♫

As he headed out the door, Chloe, Gavin, and Victoria shared a confused glance with each other. Kurt, not knowing him all that well, was just as puzzled by his actions.

“What the fuck was that all about?” He asked.