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If Zack pushed Heather's hand away, now, what was going on would become obvious. He had no idea how someone could be that subtle, and it was obviously a gift he didn't share with her. As he looked across the table, toward Victoria, he felt Heather's fingers fumble with the button of his jeans before getting it loose, and then pull his zipper down. Was she going to take his pants off? He might have to stop her.

No, she was just loosening them. Her hand slid down his fly, and rubbed the front of his boxers.

"What's wrong, Zack?" Chloe asked, next to him.

"Nothing," he said, and hurriedly went back to eating.

"So, Brandon, Ashley, where did you go, today? Zack and I didn't run into you." Heather asked.

"We followed the river uphill," Ashley said. "It a tough hike, but it was fun."

"Oh, that explains it," Heather's hand rubbed up and down his bulge. As if she were a snake charmer, it rose, and peaked out through the hole of his boxers. The moment it did, she got a hold of it, and started slowly rubbing. Her hand went down, then back up, curved around his head, and down again. "Zack and I went down. Very far down. Isn't that right, Zack?"

"Oh...uh, yes," he said, and she shot him a quick grin. She was loving this. "Yeah, downhill."

"Sorry you didn't get to do much today, Chloe," Heather said, and Zack turned. He saw that his best friend was eying them suspiciously. Gavin had video games, Victoria had Kurt, and Brandon and Ashley had each other. Chloe was the only one who wasn't distracted, and she was sitting right next to them. A new surge of panic struck him. He turned away, again.

"Calm" he suddenly heard, a whisper. Heather's voice.

His eyes glanced, slightly, she wasn't looking at him. But she'd spoken. Her lips moved again, barely. Gavin, the only other person close enough to her to hear, wasn't paying attention. "Stay calm. Just pretend nothing is happening, right now."

But as she said this, her hand started working faster. She knew what she was doing. Even he couldn't jerk himself off this well. He closed his eyes, and went back to eating. Slowly, he managed to separate the part of his mind that was aroused from the more conscious part of it. He almost managed to join in on the conversation, which had thankfully moved on, before ee felt something run out of him, a bead of precum met with Heather's hand.

She stopped, instantly, and pulled her hand away.

"I'm really surprised by the food," Ashley suddenly said. "You outdid yourself this time, Heather."

"Well if we were going to be in a nice cabin for two weeks, I didn't want us to be eating hot dogs and sandwiches every day." Heather moved her fingers up to her mouth, Zack saw his precum on them. She licked her fingers quickly, as if she were sucking food off her hand. "I have a weakness for things that are...mmm...delicious." She looked over at him, very slightly. And, with her sitting next to him, he felt her legs quiver with arousal, just at his taste.

Zack thought he was going to cum right there. But he didn't. Instead, he subtly reached under the table, and zipped up and buttoned his fly. His balls, already blue from earlier today, felt like they were going to explode.

As Zack sighed and went back to eating, he still felt eyes on him. He looked up, and saw Chloe, staring, one eyebrow raised. Oh no. How much had his friend seen?