Blonde Ambitions

"Don't drool."

Zack snapped out of his daze at Paris' words. Glancing over, he saw his cousin snort a laugh as she walked away, her curvy ass shaking in those tight jean shorts. Blinking his eyes, Zack told himself that checking out his cousin was wrong. But he couldn't help it. Ever since he'd lost his virginity to Lisa Rivera, his first girlfriend, Zack's hormones had rapidly increased. Unfortunately, Lisa dumped Zack, claiming he wasn't putting much effort into their relationship. Zack attempted to explain that he felt anxious around Lisa, an explanation that Lisa didn't take well. What Zack had really meant was that he felt like Bruce Banner, attempting to hold the Hulk inside. Not that he felt rage, but horniness. Ever since his dick first entered Lisa, Zack's mind had steadily and increasingly been consumed with sexual desires. Every hot girl or woman he encountered brought flashes of what he wanted to do to them.

Despite being his cousin, Paris had slowly become one of those objects of desire since Independence Day last month. He blamed their trip to Silver Lake. At the lake, Paris had worn an old bikini. Zack didn't know if the lining had worn out or if it had to do with her growth spurt, but all he knew was that Paris' hard nipples had tormented him for several hours that day. It hadn't helped that his other cousin, Mia, had been at the family event. Slightly older than Zack at twenty, Mia often seemed the same age, if not younger than Zack. Monica blamed her sister Mallory for being an overbearing mother.

Zack and Mia had been each other's first kiss several years ago. Both timid around the opposite sex, they'd agreed to just get their kiss out of the way with each other. So when Mia's family prepared to journey home last month, she'd decided to keep up their tradition of stealing a quick kiss. Their kisses were more brief pecks than ones of passion. However, the combination of kissing Mia and Paris' nipples caused Zack to wonder what it'd be like to kiss Paris or even kiss her nipples.

"Ready to have fun this week?" a bubbly voice inquired.

Snapping out of his daydream about his cousin's ass, Zack turned back to one of the three blondes that he'd likely been drooling over. Decked out in a floral sundress, Ashley Woodsen looked adorable. A friendly, funny girl, Zack had known Ashley for seemingly forever. Their moms had been friends and cheerleader teammates in high school. And their older sisters were inseparable best friends. Although Zack and Ashley had once been close, they'd drifted apart over the years because of differing interests and Ashley's growing popularity.

A more petite girl than her older sister, Ashley had long, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a toned ass. As an Azure Rocks High's cheerleading squad member, Ashley's had an athletic figure with hardly any body fat. Despite her good looks, Zack had managed so far to control his desires around Ashley. It came from willpower and the fact that she'd been dating Brandon Cole for a couple of years. A former close friend of Zack's, Brandon had grown too cool for his non-football friend. And with a known jealous streak, Zack didn't want to incur Brandon's wrath by getting caught checking Ashley out.

"I'd rather be going with to Hawaii," Zack replied, causing Ashley's face to scrunch up in annoyance.

"Tell me about it. Mom and Dad have been promising to take us back for years," Ashley muttered. Folding her arms, she glared over at her parents.

"Mom promised Taylor and me that she'd plan a trip for us before I head off to college. I doubt that my dad would go again. Maybe it can be my graduation present. Yours too," Zack suggested.

"I'd rather go when it's cold here. We should go at Christmas or for spring break. I've love to work on my tan during those months," Ashley responded. Always the optimist, the blonde shook off her disappointment. "So, you got any big plans for your guests this week?"

"Uh, no. Do you like video games?" Zack questioned. No one had told him that he needed to think up plans to entertain their guests.

"Not really. I probably should've asked Taylor that question, and not a party man like you," Ashley chuckled, slapping Zack's shoulder.

"Yeah, I bet Taylor and Hannah already have a million ideas for this week. I know Paris is excited to spend time with you."

"Is Paris staying here too? I have so much to tell her before we formally start cheer practices." Ashley bounced on her heels, excited over teaching her new cheerleader teammate all about the squad.

"No, but she'll likely be around a lot. Probably spend a few nights here as she already does," Zack revealed, looking over Ashley's shoulder to avoid the way her perky breasts jigged with her bounces. "I'll probably have to spend time playing tour guide this week. We both know that—"

"What?!"

Zack's sentence would be left unsaid as he and Ashley turned to find Hannah about to throw a tantrum. Zack didn't even hesitate to check out her curves with this Woodsen sister as they began to shake with rage.

Hannah Woodsen could be called Zack's greatest and biggest crush. A curvier version of her younger sister, Hannah also had been a cheerleader in high school. But while Ashley could be called the classic cute cheerleader, Hannah had been the sexy cheerleader. With her long, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts, and curvy ass, Hannah always drew attention when she walked into a room. A highly sexual person, Hannah oozed sex appeal. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by her best friend's little brother. The smokeshow knew this, and much to Taylor's displeasure, she loved to tease her younger admirer.

"Why does Pete not have to stay here?" Hannah demanded, facing off with her parents and Mrs. Bishop.

"Because Peter's proven that he can be trusted," Damon Woodsen stated.

"This is such bullshit! It's bad enough that you won't take us on vacation, but then you **** Ash and me to stay here. It's like we're on house arrest. I'm twenty-one, you know!"

"Don't drag me into this. I'm happy to stay here," Ashley added.

"You're staying here because you can't be trusted. The police have never called Peter's parents while they were away on vacation," Sarah Woodsen stated.

"So one party got a little out of hand. It's not the end of the world," Hannah grumbled, crossing her arms. Wearing a similar outfit as Taylor, Hannah's shorts were tighter, and her red top did little to hide her big breasts.

"One time? One time?" Damon sputtered.

"We've been called by the police three times while on vacation. That doesn't include all the calls from complaining neighbors," Sarah listed, also crossing her arms as a standoff began between her and her oldest daughter.

Zack's eyes shot open as Mrs. Woodsen's move caused her already big tits to look huge. A gorgeous blonde, Sarah's daughters had inherited nearly all her physical traits. The only difference turned out to be that her boobs were even bigger than Hannah's. Although an older version of Hannah in looks, she was an older version of Ashley's personality. A kind woman, Sarah treated her friends' children as if they were her own.

"Not all of those calls were because of me. Blame her too!" Hannah pointed a finger at Ashley.

"Yes, we're well aware of that. And that's why Ash hasn't complained about having to stay with Taylor and Zack this week," Damon relayed.

"Brown-noser," Hannah muttered with a dirty look as her sister.

"While Peter's parents won't require him to stay here, he's probably going to be around for about half the time," Monica explained, getting a nod from Taylor.

"When he is here, you're to follow his orders," Sarah revealed, staring straight at Hannah. Her daughter's eyes began to narrow. "Of course, Taylor's in overall charge of everyone. So let's call Peter her assistant."

"Are you fucking serious?!" Hannah exploded, slamming her cup down. The violent action caused her juice to shoot out and into the air. Most of it landed on the kitchen island, but a small portion landed on the front of her mother's baby blue blouse.

"Hannah!" Sarah cried, looking down at her sleeveless blouse. "This is brand new."

"Shit," Hannah muttered, feeling guilty. "Sorry, Mom."

"This childish behavior is precisely why you're staying here," Damon growled. "Don't even think of trying to sneak home, either. I meant what I told you before we came here."

"Yeah, fine, whatever," Hannah mumbled.

"Damn, this is probably ruined," Sarah nearly sobbed. "I really liked this top."

"If we act fast, we might be able to save it," Monica declared. Nudging Sarah's arm, she began to lead her friend out of the room.

"What am I going to wear now? All my stuff is packed in my suitcase. I don't know if we have time to run back home," Sarah said.

"I'm sure I have a top that you can wear. We're now that far apart in the chest," Monica chuckled.

Zack shuddered at hearing his mom refer to her breasts.

"You better be on your best behavior. We'll be calling the McRoses and Mrs. Wright to check up on you," Damon warned Hannah.

"I can't wait until I graduate from school. Then I'll buy my own place, and you won't be able to tell me what to do," Hannah shot back.

"Sure, keep believing that. I still have to answer to your grandparents here and there," Damon laughed, winking at Zack.

"C'mon, Tay, I need to unpack in my room," Hannah declared, grabbing her suitcase and storming off toward the stairs.

"I don't know why she even bothered to bring anything. That closet is already half-full of her clothes," Zack remarked.

Hannah's taking over the extra guest room on the second floor had long been a joke around the Bishop house. It had been Zack's old room before he moved down to the basement. Only Zack's dad still called it a guest room. Everyone else had followed Hannah's lead in calling it her room.

"I informed her that she better bring everything that she might need as she can't go back to our house," Damon explained. Glancing around, he asked, "Your dad still packing?"

"I think. He's upstairs if you want to talk to him."

Ashley and Zack watched as her father nodded and left the room. An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Having once been close, they each struggled to find similar interests to talk about.

"So Hannah's going to be a ball of moodiness this week, huh?" Ashley said to break up the silence.

"Yeah, she's already acting like the walls are closing in on her," Zack remarked.

"Taylor and Peter better make sure she gets outdoor time."

"Yeah, she'll need her daily walks, for sure. Maybe even a trip down to the park to play on the equipment, or run around in the field until she wears herself out," Zack joked.

"Do they require leashes? I don't know if we have one," Ashley said, holding in a laugh.

"Well, I assume that Hannah is used to wearing a collar. So she must have a leash."

Both teens burst into laughter. Ashley's giggle fit lasted longer than Zack's laughing, but his brought tears to his eyes that needed to be wiped away.

"We definitely need to pull a prank or two on Hannah," Zack proclaimed.

"Absolutely," Ashley agreed, her smile brightening up the whole room. "So where am I sleeping?"

"Huh? Oh, crap. I'm sorry," Zack apologized. "My dad is pretty anal about anyone else sleeping in his bed. Mom said we should let Pete stay there on the nights that he's over. I guess that leaves the guest room on this floor. Here, let me help you."

"Always such a gentleman," Ashley said as Zack grabbed the handle of her suitcase. Wheeling it down the hall, he flinched as the blonde slide her arm through his free one.

"You didn't bring as much as Hannah," Zack said, feeling the need to talk and avoid the weirdness of Ashley's arm around his.

"Dad gave me some money to go shopping if I need anything. Don't tell Hannah," Ashley whispered the last part. "Heather's getting back into town tomorrow night. We'll probably hit the mall this weekend. Wanna come?"

"To the mall?"

"Where else, silly?"

"Um, maybe," Zack replied, shoving down thoughts of cumming a different way. Reaching the guest room door, he opened it, holding his hand out for Ashley to enter first.

"See? Always the gentleman," Ashley responded, lightly kissing his cheek.

"I don't think Hannah stored anything down here. So, I think that you should have plenty of room, even if you go on a shopping binge," Zack said, preparing to leave the room. Before he could, Ashley grabbed his hand and pulled him to her. Wrapping her arms around him, she gave Zack a loving hug.

"I'm happy we get a week to spend together," Ashley said, pulling back from the hug. "I want us to be closer this year. This week, we're going to do everything together."

"I'd like that, Ash. I miss the time we used to spend together," Zack replied, meaning it. Standing in the doorway, he appeared to have decided to stay.

"You better scram. I have to unpack, and I didn't mean everything to include watching me put away my undies."

"Wha—Oh, yeah, right!" Zack hurriedly pulled the door shut, but Ashley's giggle stayed in his head as he went down the basement stairs toward his bedroom. The idea of reconnecting with Ashley warmed his heart. It would be nice to spend most of the week with his old friend. Usually, Ashley's life was dominated by cheerleading, matchmaking, and..."Crap. Brandon."

Suddenly worried over the multiple ways that Brandon could and likely would mistake their hanging out together, Zack reached the stairs' bottom. Walking toward his bedroom, he glanced to his side.

"Holy shit," the teenager gasped.

Through the open door of the laundry room, Zack saw Sarah Woodsen inside. The blonde-haired MILF stood as if waiting. Zack couldn't care less over why she waited. All he cared about was that she'd removed her stained blouse, leaving her only in a light blue bra. A delicate-looking lace or satin bra that struggled mightily to contain a pair tits that appeared bigger than he fantasized.