Clear Skies

Pete woke with one of the bodies gone from the couch and noticed Fiora was gone looking across the main room he smiled seeing her in her underwear nervously cooking while trying to stay quiet. As smart as she was they all knew she was terrible in the kitchen but he figured she was trying to play her part after the other girls were cooking. Looking down he saw Sarah passed out on her back, she clearly didn't rest well and most of the blanket was haphazardly wrapped around her legs her naked breasts in full glory of the morning sun, her face was set in a frown and her eyebrows kept moving. Taking a moment to admire the blonde beauty before she woke and became a monster again he looked to see Lissa half off the couch drooling, a silver dildo wedged in the seat behind her. Taking it before the others woke, he hid it under the couch.

Mary was unrealistically talented at maintaining her hair, makeup, everything really while she was awake, but asleep her fiery mane was a complete mess and the edge of the blanket teased most of the teen's generous bust. Noticing Fiora watching him with a smirk he slid from under the last teen and walked behind the brunette. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her waist and laughed when he felt her press her pert ass against him, rubbing until she found what she was looking for and slid his member between her cheeks. "Enjoying the view?"

"You have to be more specific," He joked. Kissing her neck he began looking at her cooking. "You still haven't learned have you?"

Fiora groaned, "How can you tell?"

"It's fine, it's actually pretty close and not that...burnt." Pete pulled the toast from the oven and threw it on a plate. "If you wanna rest I can take over. It's the thought that counts."

"I have a better idea..." Fiora spun between his arms to face him and kissed his chest before sliding down, "If you think you're so good at cooking, let's see if you can focus..." Pete looked at the sleeping girls and didn't see a hint of them waking any time soon but still looked down at the hot brunette wearing small red lingerie that no longer fit. Her black stockings from wearing her dress were still on and she just stared back at him while she undid his pants and freed his dick.

"Shit, okay..." Looking at the spread he noticed a few things. The toast was lightly burnt and easy to fix. The bacon actually was almost done and...well the eggs were done for. Pete moaned feeling her start kissing and licking his shaft, using both hands to massage and guide it to her face. He could kind of cook but he really doubted if he could cook eggs for everyone while the eager brunette was trying to get him off. He took that time to think and scrape off the burnt edges of the toast. Enjoying the wet warmth teasing the head. "You can try all you might, you can't make me as bad as cooking as you are."

Big mistake. Pete actually dropped the bread and looked down, Fiora was wildly sliding her mouth and tongue up and down his full length rubbing the head inside her mouth for a moment before working her way back down. She giggled seeing the toast hit her shoulder and fall on the floor, "Whoops! What were you saying, Chef?"

Hearing the crackle of bacon fat he grabbed a cloth and took it off heat, just barely remembering in time before that too would be ruined. The girl was good, he almost ruined breakfast, but like he said he wasn't that bad. Stretching and grabbing hashbrowns out of the freezer he smiled at his easy victory. Setting the oven and smiling at the loud wet sounds of her mouth opening and closing while teasing him he placed the hashbrowns on the tray and scrathed the last of the burnt edges off. "Bacon done, toast fixed. Oven does the rest. Now time to wait for the oven." With that he slid in her mouth and held her ponytail thrusting lightly into her mouth, lightly face fucking the excited teen. Looking down and seeing her perky tits rippling from his thrusts in her bra and her over the top make up from the night before was incredibly hot and he only looked away to quickly check on the other girls.

After a few minutes of getting her used to being facefucked by a large dick Pete tossed in the tray set a timer and pushed her against the cupboard sliding in deeper and watching her eyes still staring into his own dutifully. Holding she looked back determined and he realized as inexperienced as she was, she wasn't naive. And she wasn't planning on losing a challenge. Feeling her throat he pushed a bit deeper and held again. Tears began to build up and a black tear fell down her face, but her resolve only seemed to grow and her eyes never looked away. He began hearing her choke and he started to slide out, when he felt her hands grab his thighs and stop him. Looking down in disbelief he saw a couple more black tears fall down her face before, "QWLLPFHH-ULPHK!" Her eye lids grew heavy and finally her grip let him go and he pulled back. "WHHHHOOOOAAAAAHHHAGHHH!" Fiora gasped, he realized color had disappeared from her face. "That-huuuh-was-whoo-hot!"

Strange intuition hit him. "Did you breathe in any gas last night?"

Fiora was still trying to catch her breath but she jerked him off smiling, "Like maybe a small amount when me and Mary closed the last door? Not much even then."

Unconvinced Pete watched her for any sign, "What do you think of choking."

Fiora's color began returning and grew into a blush. The thought crossed her face and she finally broke contact and returned to her enthusiastic teasing. "Never tried it but if it's like that. I want more!" Without warning she pushed her head down on his dick, the air loudly gushed out before he felt himself enter her throat again. He looked at the timer and knew in eight minutes the alarm would wake the girls, last thing he wanted in a friendly breakfast offering was Fiora in her underwear looking like a pornstar after some hate fuck material. The brunette began teasing him with his tongue and slid out slightly before pushing himself into her throat again. Repeating the process until Pete had to steady himself on the counter, thrusting back into her. She was getting really good and Pete was lost in arousal, pinning her to the wood behind her head and aggressively thrusting his hips, giving the inexperienced brunette her first aggressive face fucking from a monster dick. Her mascara pooled above her cheeks giving her incredibly smoky and dirty eyes and more black tears stained her cheeks. Eventually they looked into each others eyes and he groaned, pumping load after load into her mouth. The brunette was stubborn but was not practiced and fell off his dick coughing and gasping, cum splattering on the floor in front of her.

That's when Pete realized Mary, still topless was watching from the other side of the island. "Damn, almost. Still hot as hell. So cute of you to try and be big baller and try deep throating and face fucking." Fiora wheezed and looked up at the redhead with a death stare her face completely ruined, her hair a frizzled mess. Cum dripped down her chin and lip. "What? I'm giving you a compliment! I would never expect you try try let alone almost manage AND swallow like a pro? With his dick? You're the genius of the group but that would be crazy."

Pete's expression looking at the timer was enough of a clue for Mary, "Look honey why don't you run up get yourself cleaned off and we can have breakfast and your secret is with me. As much as I wished you woke me to help, or even just be your coach!"

Fiora wordlessly got up and raced up the stairs both pairs of eyes admiring her bubble butt as she ran. "Uh, weird question."

"Can I clean up the floor?" Mary snickered. "Better than you imagine." Pete watched the topless girl drop to her knees and begin licking the floor, staring up at him and pushing her ass out. Each lick she showed him her white tongue before swallowing and licking again. Pete just stood watching with his jaw dropped and didn't recover by the time she climbed back up and wiped her lip. "Not bad. Good thing Lissa's so obsessed with clean floors. Bet it's better from the source." She patted his dick and walked back to the blanket. The alarm went off and the last two girls groggily began to wake. Mary faked waking up and Pete glanced at Sarah's tits while she sat up and quickly looked down when she turned to him.

"Hey uhh, don't look please. Pervert." Sarah took a bit and sounded like she struggled before calling again, "It's fine now I guess..." Once again the two women were just in their underwear walking to the stools. He warmed up the toast and bacon quickly and served breakfast and ate with them. Pete made sure not to check out the lingerie models in front of him, but he did notice Sarah was staring at him with an odd expression.

"What?"

As if snapping back from a dream she looked down and pulled her hair over her face to try and hide her blush, "Nothing. What's up with you? Enjoy sleeping with two of my friend's last night?"

"Actually yeah," Pete answered simply, "It was incredibly cozy and just felt good. Plus Lissa had a rough day so seeing her comfortable was a bonus."

"Just a stand up guy." Sarah sarcastically muttered. Pete stayed silent and continued eating. He was still furious from last night's story, but he wasn't supposed to know about it and it probably wasn't worth bringing it up anyway. What was she getting at. Finishing her meal she slid her plate to him and raised her eyebrow, "Wanna chat in the backyard for a bit?"

Pete dropped the crust of his toast and shrugged, "Sure. You wanna get dressed first? Might be breezy."

Sarah frowned, "No. I'll be fine thanks." The two walked out to the back and they ended up sitting on the edge of the pool, him shirtless with his dress pants and her in her white lingerie. They sat in silence for awhile awkwardly a few feet apart but Pete didn't mind. After the weird horror last night seeing the peaceful lake and sky was a treat he was savoring.

"I was a bit scared we'd only see that pink shit for a long time," Pete finally admitted, "If not forever."

"Mhmm," Sarah nodded, "You don't really appreciate what you might of had till it's gone."

"What?"

Sarah looked at him confused, "Nature. The sky and shit."

Pete looked at her confused, "'Might of had' doesn't really apply there. We experience it every day. We wouldn't appreciate 'what we had' you mean?"

"Whatever!" Sarah threw her hands up. "You know what I mean."

Pete was curious at where she was at, "No I really don't. I'll be real with you Sarah, I never really know what you mean or where you are at. One minute you're shaking your ass smiling at me and saying weirdly forward things, next you're telling me I'm a terrible guy. The other girls do it too, but way less chaotic. They feel like the haunting gets their blood pumping every once in awhile. You..."

"Did Jay love me?"

"What?"

He looked at her and immediately he was stunned. She had tears in her eyes staring at her legs in the pool. "Jay, did he really love me or was he just like....I dunno."

Pete was unsure what to say, "Jay is weird. You never know what you are going to get with that guy. He seemed super sweet with you whenever we all went out and you said all these great things about him. He never told me he didn't love you. Just towards the end he was..."

"Say it how he said it..."

"Getting sick of your shit." Pete felt his chest tighten knowing he should have lied. "If you're looking to me to paint him some villain I don't have much for you. We never really talked much about relationships. Mostly because I wasn't really in one. Shit never worked out with Mary, I didn't know about Fiora and most of the girls I met just wanted to hook up."

"Mary said you guys used to do this a lot at parties." Her voice was soft, and shaky.

"Yeah, it was the best times at those things. Everyone started treating me like shit and Mary was chill. She's one of those people who is chill with probably anything. That argument was the first time I ever saw different.

"Yeah she really likes you..."

Pete saw the bait, "So why was she always so distant? I dunno Sarah. It's kind of fitting we are in a haunted house. I felt cursed for awhile now. I can get laid, sure people like to look at me I guess. But anytime I try to spend more than one night with a girl it just seems to fall through with no explanation. Hell even when you and Jay met I was asking you to talk about us and maybe asking you out."

"What?" Sarah sniffed and looked at him.

"There was a party, you might not remember it was me. But you had come onto me pretty strong with a drink in your hand and you smelt of booze. I always thought you were out of my league but there you were. I wanted to say yes but imagine, a girl you never thought would notice you, ends up only sleeping with you because she was drunk. I didn't want to do something we'd regret. I wanted to ask you out but I never really got the chance till that party." Pete kicked water out and looked at the lake. He hoped this was a good way to share his side of the story. Maybe Sarah could find closure and be less intense.

"So when you wanted to talk...." Sarah began sobbing, "You were going to ask me out. Not make out or anything?"

Pete nodded silently, "I shouldn't drop my baggage on you. I know you're confused about Jay."

Sarah looked at him, fire in her eyes, "Did Jay know you were asking me out?"

"What?"

"Did Jay know you were going to ask me out that night?"

"Yeah we talk about girls when we are single, just not relationships so we don't hate the girl." Pete remembered her story and immediately realized his mistake.

"So when he pulled me aside while I was drunk and told me all that shit about dating me later..." Sarah punched the stone her knuckles actually cutting slightly but she didn't notice, "Mary was right. He was the asshole." She then looked at him no longer with fire but sadness, "And I..."

"Shit, Sarah your hand! You good? Need like a hug?"

Sarah shook her head still crying, "No. I want my two years back! I want to stop pushing people away. I wanna stop hurting the good people and letting the bad people in! I told Mary not to date you because I thought you were playing games. I call you a pervert and a fuck boy because I thought you didn't date women and just played some weird fucked up social status to fuck more women. I always thought your roaming eyes and comments were rude and degrading, but you just don't hide what other guys do!" Sarah sniffed, "You've always meant it when you said you own up to your shit. And the girls were right. You are a nice guy and I never let myself see it."

"Uh...Sarah...."

The blonde stared back into the water. "I don't deserve to be here...to be friends with these people. I've been so obsessed with how others were hurting me I never realized how I hurt others or myself. Fiora wants to feel powerful and wanted, Lissa wants to feel feminine and beautiful, and Mary just wants respect and honesty. They've literally pushed it in my face and I'm not seeing how bad it is until now..." Sarah paused. "Thank you."

"You're a mess screaming about how much you hate life and you're thanking me?"

Sarah nodded and smiled at him, "I've been wasting a long time being scared of good and falling for bad. I've been a bad person and thought I was a good person. So many people tried to help me but your talk snapped me out of it." He watched her slide herself beside him and hesitate before leaning in and kissing him. It was brief but after years of suffering both what she said and did was almost as satisfying as anything during the vacation. "I...really really liked you Pete. Like popular girl secretly stalking someone like. I think I still do...and when I'm here I would fall into it. But I pushed you away from Mary, and Fiora has been afraid because of how we treated her. Not to mention you're so cute with Lissa. I won't lie as much as the others deserve you, Lissa and you feel the most right...I can't add to that. No matter how much I might want to now. I missed my chance."

With that the strange conversation ended and the barely clothed beauty hastily walked inside. Waiting several minutes he heard footsteps approach. The voice was Lissa, "You good? Sarah was bawling and she won't talk to us."

Pete shrugged and jumped into the water, not caring about his pants. Swimming to the shallow end he turned to her. She was in a red low cut crop top and tight jeans that really hugged her body. "I think we actually made up. But there's a lot she's dealing with we can't help her with."

Lissa walked to the edge beside him and laid on her side, sure to show him her ample ass with her posture. "Like what? We are her best friends, please."

"She realized what you all are saying. She thinks Jay might have used her and I told her I tried to ask her out while she apparently liked me too. She's hated me since that confusion. Now she thinks she's never going to get the chance because she doesn't deserve it more than her friends." Pete frowned, "I'm not going to lie. I've spent the casual hours hoping to hook up with you, and that thing last night was amazing. But like...if I'm actually going to hurt people by doing shit. Maybe I should go."

Lissa looked at his and laughed, "Yeah okay, get eaten by the weird forest things while you jerk yourself silly because a nineteen year old girl is struggling with her own shit. You want me to be real?"

"Sure."

"Most of us have had talks. And we all admitted we would fuck you if you let us. We've accepted that. This is a fucking vacation. I'm getting antsy because I lost my dildo for my ass. This is supposed to get wild. So you could take me right here and now and the girls won't say shit. So stop worrying about us and start thinking about what you want." With that she also stood and walked inside.

Pete sat in thought and looked up, Emily was watching from above inside a window. The teen smiled at her and climbed out of the pool.