She gets Zack

Zack held his breath as Victoria, the girl who unknowingly had hypnotized him for the better part of two years walked over to him. Try as he might, Zack could not help but stare at the beautiful green bra she was wearing. The blonde beauty blushed as she noticed where his eyes were. His gaze nearly **** her into a state of self-consciousness. But she shook it off.

"Like what you see, Zack?" she teased.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it!” he whispered to her.

She smiled at his sincerity and stepped closer to him. Zack gasped as she knelt to the floor and moved her hands to his belt buckle. A sudden look of panic came across Zack’s face as her fingers went to their task.

“Vicky, you may want to just take my sandals. Or give me a kiss on the cheek. Or something. Just not that!” he nervously suggested.

“Don’t fall for it Vicky! He just wants you to kiss him!” Kurt shouted.

“He’s tryin’ to trick you!” Hannah shouted.

A few of their other friends made comments as Victoria pondered Zack’s request. Heather cast an inquisitive eye towards Zack ash she wondered what sort of game he was playing. Despite his plea, Victoria went back to undoing his belt. Lisa, knowing full well what was about to happen, flashed her ex-boyfriend a devilish grin.

“Vicky, please. Take my sandals off!” Zack begged.

“Why Zacky? I’m in my bra. So are Heather, Ashley, and Hannah. Hell, even Brandon’s lost his shorts. Why should I let you skate on showing us your underwear?” the blonde teased.

“Be…cause. Because I’m not wearing any!” Zack admitted to everyone.

“What was that?” Victoria asked, not paying attention to Zack as she undid the zipper on his cargo shorts.

“I said ‘I’m not wearing any!’ I’m going command—” Zack tried to get out before Victoria undid the button.

Victoria failed to grasp exactly what Zack was trying to tell her. As Zack’s shorts fell to the floor, his erect penis flopped downward as well. The blonde girl at Zack’s feet dove out of the way as his engorged member nearly hit her in the face.

“EEEEEEEK! WHAT THE HELL, ZACK?” Victoria screamed.

A collective “WHOA!” rose from the group of friends as the size of Zack’s cock awed them.

“I tried to warn you!” Zack informed her.

“WARN ME, MY ASS! That thing could’ve taken my eye out!” Victoria shouted with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

“I did not just see my brother’s dick! I did not just see my brother’s dick! I did not just see my brother’s dick!” Taylor kept repeating with her hands over her eyes.

“Yes, you did!” Hannah teased her.

“SHUT UP, HANNAH!” Taylor scolded her best friend before repeating her mantra.

As everyone else roared in laughter at the situation, Zack picked up his shorts and started to refasten the button. A shout of protest refocused everyone.

“I DON’T THINK SO, BISHOP! Vicky took your shorts, so you gotta stay like that!” Heather wagged a finger at him.

“BUT…” he stammered.

“But nothing! Take ‘em off and put them on the pile!” Heather warned him.

Reluctantly, Zack slid his shorts off his feet and tossed them onto the pile. Victoria recovered and went back to her seat. All eyes were on Zack as he tried not to die of shame. His eyes scanned every face in the room, save for his sister’s. His heart raced as he found the courage to say something.

“St…stop judging me!” he mumbled.

“We’re not judging you, Snake!” Ashley said. “We’re waiting for you to take your turn.”

Squeamishly, Zack leaned forward and spun the bottle. As it turned, Hannah and Heather made lewd gestures towards him. Despite his shame, he couldn’t help but feel his dick swell at the thought of the two hottest girls he knew staring at his cock.