Nearing the End of the Night

"Why did you do that for, Hannah? I've basically pleaded for you to not do my brother," Taylor mumbled, frowning as she rubbed her forehead.

"Taylor?" Chloe looked at her curiously.

"Nothing," the brunette smiled. "So, Hannah **** Zack to kinda ditch you."

The redhead shrugged. "We were gonna hang out a little and then probably go back to the party. I think it's good for him," she replied, unaware of Zack's earlier thoughts about her.

"No, it's not, she's just leading him on," Taylor said, leaning against the threshold as she looked at her brother's best friend. "If you don't mind me asking, what's with this dress, Chloe? You never liked dressing up."

Chloe bit her bottom lip in uncertainty at first, but then she figured there wasn't any harm telling Taylor, the brunette had been like a surrogate older sister growing up, so if there was someone she trusted after Zack, it was his sister. "Well…," she started and then proceeded to tell Taylor all about her anxiety of being possibly the only girl at school to never even have kissed a boy in her senior year and how she wanted to find a boyfriend and experience things before she went to college.

Taylor smiled at the girl she also considered her surrogate little sister, it would have been so cool if Chloe could have experienced those things with Zack, but it seemed her brother was always stuck in his crushes; even on the day he finally noticed his best friend, Hannah was there to remember him. She wished there was a way she could help Chloe. Well, there is, her mind suggested, creating a picture. No, it was too fucked up, she pondered, but this was Chloe, and she could really help. Taylor bit her lower lip for a few seconds. Peter, you better kiss the ground I walk on after this.

Taylor smiled at her brother's best friend. "Wait a sec," she told a confused Chloe before turning to the bedroom door and pushing it slightly open. Peter was sitting against the headboard, apparently waiting for her to come back. "Pete, go and sit down on the edge of the bed and close your eyes," she told him from the door.

"What? Why, Tay?" her boyfriend inquired.

"Just do it," she urged him.

Taylor then walked over to Chloe and placed her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Chloe, I can help you get at least the experience, but you have to promise me you won't freak out."

The redhead frowned, wondering where the older girl was going with that. "Taylor? What are you talking about?"

"Please, promise."

"You're not making any sense."

"Chloe, promise me."

Chloe groaned. "Alright, alright, I promise."

Taylor smiled. "Good," that said, she went behind the younger girl and gently pushed her, making her walk to the door. When she had a clear view of the bedroom, Chloe's blue eyes almost bulged out of her skull at the sight of a naked Peter sitting on the bed, his dick standing up proudly on his lap, the first erect one she was seeing live, and it belonged to the guy she had nurtured a small crush back in her early teens. It lasted for a second before fear took over her body and she tried to turn, but Taylor held her firmly and leaned to her ear. "You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but if you want to get some experience, Peter is there for you. I wanna do this for you, Chloe, as your surrogate big sister, what do you say?"

The gears began turning in Logan's head at that new piece of information. He could try and find a way to offer himself to help Lisa get laid, but it wasn't a certainty like Delilah seemed to be. Would she even want to? Would Zack mind? There was one thing Logan knew, though, it couldn't be there, in the middle of the party. But where? he asked himself, his uncle Robert had the only key to a guest cottage that had been loaned by the Wynwicks, and he had to do something about Delilah. They wouldn't go for a threeway, would they?

The thought of being with both of those girls at the same time had his dick stirring in his pants, even if it wouldn't be the first threesome he ever had. Oh, yeah, that fucking time, a flash of that time just after summer ended crossed his mind, Lisa and Delilah were super hot, but a tryst with them wouldn’t top that memorable experience. Well, back to this matter.

“Logan, Delilah, Lisa,” a male voice said before its source sat down between his friend and the black girl.

“Charlie? Weren’t you dancing out there just a moment ago?” Logan asked, raising a confused eyebrow.

Charlie Harrington shrugged. “It was just a friend of my sisters’, I was entertaining her while Rebecca and Karen went to the bathroom,” he then smirked at his friend and turned to Delilah. “Delilah, I’ve talked to your father earlier.”

The dancer girl was taken aback at first. “Really?”

“Yeah!”

Logan felt like laughing, it seemed Charlie could read him easily. He noticed his friend was more interested in Lisa and promptly diverted Delilah’s attention to him. He turned back to Lisa, a quick glance from the corner of his eyes allowing him to notice the top of her large cleavage underneath the dress.

“Sorry about Delilah, she can be a little...direct sometimes,” Lisa said, with a brief chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I know,” Logan replied, recalling how the other girl had basically propositioned him in the middle of the dance floor.

“Well, so we haven’t chatted lately,” Lisa said with a small smile, and Logan wondered if talking to him reminded her of Zack due to his friendship with her ex. “What have you been up to?”

Logan shrugged in a funny way. “Well, you know, the usual,” he answered with a grin. “So much fun to be had and so little time, it makes you wonder about how short life is and how we should jump at every opportunity we can to make great memories.”

Lisa laughed. “Yeah, you’re pretty much the same as always.”

He then pushed his chair closer to hers and noticed her toned legs sticking from underneath the hem of her dress. It was official, Logan wanted to fuck his good friend’s ex-girlfriend, and his mind started working on finding the best route to make it happen. The two of them started talking about school next, and the comings and goings of their respective group of friends. Soon enough, Logan began telling her jokes about their common acquaintances.

Lisa laughed hard at his jokes, she had forgotten how funny her ex's friend was, and once her latest laugh subsided, she caught herself staring at his face and noticing things she never did while she was with Zack. I'll be damned, he's really cute, she thought, deciding his eyes had a livelier shade of blue than her ex's. He's fucking sexy too...whoa! Where did that come from, Rivera?

The Latina felt a warmth pooling in her lower body and seeping to the spot between her legs, wetting the entrance to her hot pussy. Lisa once heard that all girls wanted to get fucked by Logan Ravers, but she didn't really think about that at the time because she still was with Zack. Now, though, in the back of her mind, she began wondering if he couldn't help her with the problem Delilah suggested. She unconsciously pushed a strand of black hair behind her ear and played with it for a couple of seconds. "Haha, you're really funny, Logan."

"I try, but it's always better when you're talking to someone with a nice sense of humor like you," he smirked. "To be honest, Charlie is way funnier than me."

"Well, I prefer your jokes," Lisa replied with a small smile. "They always made me laugh."

"And what a beautiful laugh it is," he said, causing her smile to widen as they stared at each other.

Logan could feel her interest had been piqued, it was time to move things to the next phase, so they needed to get out of there. Fortunately for him, Charlie seemed to have psychic powers once again.

"Hey, guys," Charlie said, a key dangling from his hand. "Delilah and I were going to the cottages, wanna come with?"

The chilly night wind blew against Heather's face as she strolled through the side balcony of the Lodge, attracting looks wherever she passed by.

Her night had kinda been a bust so far. She had made peace with Fletcher Wynwick, and they were about to have a moment before being interrupted by his mother. Her father and Chastity had vanished, which led her to think her Dad hadn't resisted the allure of screwing the ditzy blonde. Ashley and Brandon couldn't stop fighting while she was at their table, and she couldn't find Vicky anywhere after seeing her friend dancing with her cousin a while ago.

"Speaking of that, we'll have a chat about hitting on my friends, Logan," she vowed.

"Aha, finally found you, Heather," someone said from somewhere behind her.

Fletcher let out a long breath as another minute passed with no one doing anything. Bianca Zuccaro had joined their table, a girl with shoulder-length black hair, green eyes, large breasts and a toned body who was the captain of the Honeybears dance team at school.

He had intended to ask one of them to dance, but he knew Grace didn't like dancing, Sienna would probably just look weirdly at him and turn away without giving him an answer, Rylee would shriek and run away, and Bianca would probably be more than he could handle in a dance floor.

"I'm bored," he stated.

Sienna chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Welcome to the club, dear cousin."

"Does anyone have an idea?" Grace politely inquired.

Fletcher looked up at the high ceiling, his mother could probably handle the rest of the party without him, he guessed. "Why don't we go do something?"

"Like what?" Sienna slightly raised a curious eyebrow.

He shrugged. "I don't know, there are plenty of rooms in this place that I don't think I showed to you guys."

"A tour? Count me in," Bianca said as Rylee quietly nodded.

Grace grinned at the prospect of deleting the boredom from her system. "So, where should we go first?"