Andrew goes back to Lisa.

Andrew didn't bother trying to hide the sound of his footsteps when he went back to the room that he and Lisa had been allocated. Aaliyah's boyfriend, Teddy, had arranged for the cabin and decided the room setup. Teddy had obviously taken the only room with a decent size and a decent bed for himself, even though he had insisted that everyone pay the same for the cabin. Andrew didn't really care. He hadn't paid Lisa back yet for the down payment and he doubted he would. Why should he? Her parents were loaded anyway, and he would have bills to pay. Soon. Once the summer was over.

She was awake when he got back. He wasn't surprised to see her lying on her side, reading her book by the orange light of the nightstand lamp. She was a light sleeper. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," she said when she sat up. "Where were you?" She tried to make it sound like an innocent question, but he knew that she had been worried.

"I was watching a movie with Luca," he said. There was a TV in the basement, where the room he and Aaliyah had 'visited' was. Up here on the second floor, you probably wouldn't be able to hear it at all, if it was on a reasonable volume.

"Oh," she said. She closed her book. "What movie?"

"I don't remember," he said. He was fucking tired. It was hard to lie when you were tired. He was only wearing boxers, but that wasn't too weird, was it? It was hot. Guys hung out in their boxers all the time. Plausible deniability, at least.

"Oh," she said quietly. She put the book aside and sat up in bed. The nightgown that she wore was exactly like every other nightgown she owned, plain and boring and not even short or see-through. What kind of eighteen year old wore a nightgown? It was like he had found the only girl left in the world who didn't like showing off the goods. And to her own boyfriend. "Well, since we're up..." she said.

"What?" he asked. He got into bed beside her.

"Do you want to..." Her arm snaked over his belly, inching closer toward the hem of his boxers. "Have some fun together...?"

He thought about indulging her, he really did. Ass was ass, after all. But he wasn't back on his game after he had blown his load inside Aaliyah. "I don't know," he said. She looked up at him like a little lost puppy. What was she complaining about? He had fucked her last night. He put his hand on the back of her neck. "Why don't you help me out?" he said, pushing her under the covers. She resisted for only a second before she went down where he couldn't see her and indulged him with her mouth. He lay back and relaxed.