Hungry Like the...Cougar?

Cheyenne rechecked the kitchen clock. It'd been nearly twenty minutes since she'd come back from her bathroom break to find Jared missing. The muscular football star had appeared very interested in her, which made it surprising that he's disappeared without a word. The busty brunette wasn't the type of girl accustomed to having a guy bail on her, and she doubted that Jared had done that. Not after feeling his hard cock pressing into her repeatedly as they danced.

That made his vanishing seem strange. Expecting to soon slip away to a more private and cozy area of the cabin, Cheyenne had used the trip to the bathroom to freshen up. At first, she'd assumed that he'd done the same. Yet, now the teen started to wonder if Jared had gotten sick or been poached by another girl. Whitney, the likeliest culprit, couldn't be that girl as she now sat on the couch, adding fuel to an already uncomfortable situation.

Without Jared to pair up with, Cheyenne increasingly felt out of place. Her cousin, RJ, had surprisingly been getting down and dirty on the dance floor with Peyton Tarver. That would've been shocking if Sean Tarver hadn't topped that by doing the same with Jared's mother. Throw in a topless Lacey Stratton basically giving her boyfriend, Austin Rusk, a lapdance, and Cheyenne felt suddenly alone. Sure, Whitney also didn't have a man to pair up with, but she'd settled down to watch Lacey and Austin. Humph, I always knew Whitney was kinkier than people give her credit for. She's such a little slut. It's Lacey that is surprising. Maybe she's as bad as Whitney or Caterina but does a better job of keeping it quiet.

Leaning out of the kitchen, Cheyenne checked the great room again for Jared. Just great! Where the hell did RJ run off to? Is he really going to hook up with one of Priscilla's closest friends? I hope he knows what he's doing.

Giving the wall clock a **** glare, Cheyenne finally had enough. Out of patience, she mumbled, "Fuck this," and decided to go find Jared.

He did have a few drinks. Perhaps he sat down somewhere and dozed off. Yeah! That's probably what happened. No man in his right mind would stand up Cheyenne Tissle. Nor would they choose another woman over me.

With the closest option only a few steps away, Cheyenne walked over to the French doors. Even before she could process what she saw, a familiar voice screamed her name.

"Cheyenne! Shut the door!"

"Sorry!" the intruder hurriedly apologized, pulling the door shut with a loud bang. It wasn't quick enough not to see the image of her cousin, Ellie, bouncing up and down on Finn Singer's dick.

What the hell?! Even Ellie got lucky! Cheyenne cursed her damn luck. Still, she felt a little impressed by her slightly older cousin managing to bag her crush so fast. Shit, I didn't think she had it in her.

Deciding to check the downstairs, the brunette attempted to block out scenes from the dance floor and couch. She worried if she lingered any longer, a porn shoot would break out. Although the walkout level mainly appeared dark, a flickering light gave Cheyenne hope as she made the final turn on the stairs. Jared might have sat down to watch TV for a moment and passed out. If so, the busty beauty smiled as she came up with a fun plan to wake him up.

That idea swiftly vanished. Making out at least two people sitting on the far couch, Cheyenne approached the seating area. Lana Stratton and the waitress from Goforth's were curled up at each end. On the screen appeared to be an old romantic comedy, possibly something her mother might have watched as a kid. Is that McDreamy from Grey's Anatomy? Wow, he looks young and geeky. A series of sniffles and then sobs caught the teen's attention. Is Lana crying?

Unsure if she should interrupt, Cheyenne glanced down at the couch she stood behind as a loud snore added to the room's sounds. Her oldest cousin, Vance, lay across the sofa's length with a blanket half-hanging over him. Is Vance naked? Why am I not surprised? Wait...neither Lana nor that Skye is a blonde. Hmm..., yeah, whatever, I don't want to know.

"Uh, hey, did either of you see Jared?"

"Aaaahh!" Lana screamed, nearly shooting of the couch. "What fuck?! Don't scare me like that! Are you stupid?"

"Geez, sorry. I didn't realize you were watching a horror movie," Cheyenne couldn't help but respond sarcastically. "Is that the reason for the waterworks?"

"Fuck off, bitch! Don't even question my taste in movies," Lana said with major attitude. She held her hand out, palm first, to let the high schooler know to leave her alone.

"Wow, way to act your age," Cheyenne remarked, daring to talk to the hand.

"Jared was down here earlier but left...I think," Skye politely informed, earning her a dirty look from Lana. "Maybe he went back to the bunkroom. It's in the boathouse."

"Hey, don't do tell her that!"

"Uh, thanks," Cheyenne responded to Skye. Ignoring another rude comment from Lana, she headed back to the stairs.

Reaching the first floor again, the brunette immediately noticed something off. Cringing at Whitney giving suggestions to Lacey and Austin, it took Cheyenne a few long moments to realize what seemed off. Wait! Where did Sean and Mrs. Lockett go? No way! Wow, maybe I should've focused my attention on Tarver. Wait...there's no way a goody-goody like Sean Tarver is going to screw a hot married woman like Mrs. Lockett. They probably felt awkward like I did and went to bed. Yeah, that's probably it.

Opting to leave via the front door, Cheyenne grabbed her coat, hat, and gloves. Donning those in seconds, she headed into the increasingly nasty night with hopes of either finding Jared or Robin. At least, her younger cousin would give her a companion in her sexless misery. Taking a right turn, the teen almost at once saw a beckoning light. Deciding to check all possible avenues for Jared, the brunette walked over to the garage. Several steps away, she craned her head to peek inside.

Well, that's another cousin that I've just walked in on fucking. At least, I didn't walk in on Vance. I guess little Robin is the only one left. Cheyenne attempted to find humor in the situation. It was either that or acknowledge that RJ had a pretty damn nice-looking dick. Not sure if she should be jealous or not, the choir singer swiftly headed down the trail while humming a song to block out the naked images of the two Ridge siblings.

Upon coming to a crossroad in the pathway, Cheyenne choose to take the turn, heading downward and southward. After a short distance, the teen faced another fork in the walkway. Choosing to go right as it took her back in the direction of the cabin, Cheyenne chose poorly. There would be no trip to the boathouse to find her bored cousin.

Not long on her journey, Cheyenne began to wonder about her choice. The path appeared to be taking her toward the back of the cabin. Figuring that she'd give it a little longer, the searcher discovered something else as she neared the cabin's corner. There appeared to be another room underneath the sunroom.

Walking closer, Cheyenne's eyes lit up. She'd heard about a hot tub when they arrived but had forgotten all about it until now. Opening the door, the teen stepped inside, immediately feeling the warmth. Nodding in approval, the curious girl took the couple of steps up to the deck. Leaning over, she tested the water.

"Now I have an option," Cheyenne grinned. She walked back down the stairs to sit in one of the deck chairs, changing her original, sketchy plan. "Hopefully, I can get a signal," she thought out loud, pulling her phone out.

Pleased to see one bar of strength, the busty brunette glanced back at the hot tub as a new plan formed. Cheyenne might not know Jared's phone number, but she bet she could find him on social media. It only took her a few minutes to find him as a friend of a friend. Rattling off a quick message, she waited--and hoped-- that he would see it.

I don't have a swimsuit, but I doubt Jared would mind seeing me in my wet underwear.

Roughly Twenty Minutes Earlier

Jared chuckled while shaking his head as he descended down the stairs. The problem with lifting weights is that people see those muscles and want to put you to work. He thought, not knowing that it was a lie that Whitney used to send him downstairs. Hopefully, Whitney doesn't take long to get down here too. I want to get back upstairs before Cheyenne misses me. That girl seems ready for action. Getting my hands on those bombs will help wash away my near-miss with Robin.

Noticing the flickering light of the television, Jared nearly fell over. What the hell? Why are Lana and Skye down here watching TV? Curious, he delayed his trip to the wine cellar, heading over to the sitting area. Recognizing the film, Jared slapped his thigh in amusement.

"Can't Buy Me Love? Hoping to change a guy into your perfect--"

"Shhh!" Lana shushed him without looking away from the screen.

Skye gave a small, polite wave.

"Seriously? Haven't you seen this movie enough during our moms' movie marathons? I think you--"

"Shhhhhhhh!!!" This time Lana did turn her head to face Jared. The glare sent his way was a familiar one.

"Alright, alright," Jared replied, putting his hands up in a calm down gesture. "Can I at least turn on the hall light? I have to--"

"Shut the fuck up!" Lana snapped.

Skye mouthed a "Sorry" from behind the pissed-off redhead.

"Quiet. Sleeping here," came a muffled voice from in front of Jared.

Surprised to hear another person in the room, the stocky teen peered over the couch to see a blond-haired guy under a blanket.

"Vance, if you speak again, you'll wake up with Little Vance missing," Lana growled.

With Lana's anger approaching the danger zone, Jared slowly and quietly backed up. Turning toward the hallway, he recalled Whitney's brief tour after he arrived. Mom and Dad's room is the door on the left. Past the bathroom on the right is the hobby room, then the wine cellar. The door at the end directly facing me--that I can't see--is the Gettingers' room.

Venturing forward, Jared could make out his parents' door and the hobby room door in the flickering light. However, as he neared the wine cellar, it turned quite dark.

Suddenly, Jared felt movement behind him. He also noticed the flickering light flickered differently. Spinning around, he searched for a person.

"Is someone there?" he asked, immediately feeling like an idiot for sounding like a soon-to-be victim in a slasher film. "Playing games, Lana?" Jared questioned, recalling all the times the older redhead teased or tormented him growing up. "Or is that you, Whitney?"

Not getting a reply, Jared shrugged off the interruption. If they want to play a game, they can do it by themselves. Reaching out for where he thought the doorknob might be, it took him three tries until he found it. Opening the door, Jared stepped into the wine cellar before stopping. Searching on his left, along the wall, he eventually switched on the light.

Fully expecting an outburst from Lana, Jared hurriedly stepped inside, leaving the door open a crack. I doubt that Whitney wouldn't just turn the light on, but maybe Lana scares her too.

Walking further inside, Jared began to scan the L-shaped wine cellar. There didn't seem to be very many wooden crates on the floor. In fact, a couple leaning on their side were empty, leaving only one stack of three crates.

"Is this what Whitney wants moved? I thought she said it was too high for her. They look easy enough to lift," Jared muttered.

"I bet you could lift almost anything with those manly muscles," a voice purred from behind.

Turning around, Jared sighed as he saw Kimberly. The platinum blonde leaned back against one of the racks of wine, posing sexily. Not in the mood for the older woman's teasing, Jared started to tell her to leave him alone before noticing something else.

"Is that my mom's robe?" the teen questioned, recognizing his mother's half-tied garment. Underneath, Jared could see a glimpse of a blood-red piece of lingerie.

"Somebody earned an A+," Kimberly grinned. Not a kindly smile, Jared felt a shiver run down his spine as the predator barred her fangs. "Unfortunately, I don't have any shade of purple to remind you of momma. So I had to borrow her robe."

Gulping, Jared lost much of his confidence as Kimberly transformed into a cougar on the hunt. Launching herself away from the wine rack, the platinum blonde slammed into Jared's chest. Fingers shot to his shoulders before nails scraped down his chest. They continued down the dazed teen's body until they reached the top of his pants.

"You do want me to role-play Mommy, don't you?" Kimberly hissed into his ear. Before the teenaged victim could reply, the cougar bit his earlobe while sliding a hand down the front of his pants.