The Wisdom of Hannah Woodsen

"Looking pretty chummy with your ex, Zacky. I'm not getting replaced already, am I?" Hannah asked as she appeared at her date's side. Zack's attention had been on the extra sway Lisa added to her walk as she moved over toward her mother.

"Lisa? No, no, nothing like that," Zack denied. "She wanted to know about us...and Victoria."

"Pssh, forget about her. I like Vicky and all, but she did you wrong. Even Ash isn't happy with how she treated you. 'Dustin's long gone, Vick's a fool not to see that Zack is better for her.' I've heard a version of that almost every day this week from my little sister."

"Yeah, I guess karma exists. I deserved it for treating Lisa poorly."

"Knock that shit off!" Hannah said, emphasizing her point with a light slap to the back of the teen's head. "You didn't deserve to be strung along, especially her 'Let's wait until after prom to break up' bullshit. Zachary Bishop, you would've had no trouble finding a real date for the night. Hell, I would've gone with you, or set you up with someone."

"I guess--I mean you're right," he corrected after seeing her glare. "I know she's going to be here tonight. I'm already sick of all the questions everybody has about us."

"Forget about Victoria. You have all this for tonight." Hannah stated, running her hands down her body before bringing them back up to cup her plentiful breasts. "Be a good boy, and maybe much more."

His hanging jaw served as the only answer Hannah received. Chuckling, she closed his mouth, followed with a pat to his cheek. "Let's get a drink into you."

"The fruit punch is delicious. You should try some," Zack informed his date, enthusiastically. "No, I'm serious."

"Zachary Bishop: Boy Scout For Life. Fine, take me to this wonderful elixir," Hannah remarked, allowing herself to be led to the punch bowl. Taking a sip after Zack poured two cups full, she agreed with his assessment of the drink. "Not bad, but I think it needs a little extra kick for a gal like me."

This time Zack let his date lead him several steps over to the bar. He watched as Hannah leaned over the top of the wooden surface, allowing her cleavage to draw the bartender's attention.

"Hey, how about adding a little jet fuel to this," she told him, wiggling her cup.

"Sure thing, beautiful. Any preference?"

"Nope, you can pick my poison," Hannah said to the bartender.

Zack turned down the offer for the extra ingredient for his drink. Instead, he watched as his date cooed over how much better it tasted now.

"So, what happened to our married couple?"

"Oh, Taylor said she saw some Calvin friend of theirs heading toward the conservatory," Zack informed her. "Though I can't recall any Calvins in your grade."

"That's because 'Let's go to talk to Calvin' is their code to sneak off and fu--make out," Hannah revealed, catching herself at the end for the sake of the younger brother. "Hmm, I wonder where they snuck off to. A closet? An empty bedroom? Or maybe outside in the bushes."

"Eww! I don't need to picture that scene, Hannah," Zack said, cringing at the image of his sister and Peter off screwing. "Why does everything have to be about sex with you? Not everyone's lives revolve around it."

"Oh, really, Zacky? Sex rules people's lives. It clouds their judgment and controls their decisions."

"No, it doesn't. People don't make their decisions based on who they want in bed."

"Let me enlighten you, so you don't embarrass yourself next year at college," Hannah stated, taking his words for a challenge. "Hmm, let's see...that guy over there. You know him?"

"Troy? Yeah, he's on the basketball team. Why?"

"Now, tell me about the two girls with him."

"The one in the blue dress is Heidi, his girlfriend," Zack explained.

"And the other girl? The one in the pink dress?"

"That's Hazel, Heidi's cousin, and best friend. Why?"

"Oh, because your basketball friend is fucking his girlfriend's cousin," Hannah stated, matter-of-factly.

"What?! No way! Troy and Heidi have been together forever. We're talking like eighth grade. He wouldn't cheat on her, and Hazel wouldn't do that to her cousin," Zack protested, utterly shocked by the suggestion.

"Trust me. Watch how Troy's fingers occasionally touch Hazel when Heidi isn't looking. And their eyes? They linger on one another because they share a secret," Hannah pointed out, despite Zack's arguing that little touches don't mean anything. "People grow bored, Zack. They search out new and exciting experiences. Or for some, the thrill of cheating is what turns them on. Based on their interactions, those two aren't new to fucking each other either."

"I can't--no, won't believe it. They love each other," Zack protested as he started to consider that Hannah's speculation could be correct.

"I love how much of a romantic you are, but you have to learn to be more realistic," Hannah said, patting his shoulder in sympathy. "Take those two over there. Do you know Landon Laffont and Janelle South? They're a year older than me."

"Sure, everyone knows Landon and Janelle. I think they held every position in student government at some point while also starring in soccer. Their pictures and trophies are still all over the school. What, is he screwing her best friend too?" Zack jokingly asked about the engaged couple.

"Nope, if he did that then he'd be fucking Janelle. Landon's more interested in that guy they're talking to," Hannah reported with a touch of sadness in her voice.

"Landon is not gay! C'mon, Hannah, the two of them are engaged," Zack pointed out.

"Landon's definitely gay. Poor guy had the misfortune to be born as the second son in his family. You know the Laffonts like to act as if they're big shots in town. Well, Edward Laffont has certain expectations of his children. Landon's brother is expected to fill the role of a prominent businessman in town with Landon as the future politician. They won't let him come out of the closet, still stuck in the past where his sexuality is considered a negative in a political campaign. It's really a sad situation."

"That's awful. But why would Janelle go along with it?"

"As I said, she's his best friend. She's trying to protect him. Not that she's a nun," Hannah remarked. "Way I hear it, they try to find guys that are bi-sexual for them both to enjoy. See, even when people don't want it to affect their lives, sex forces them to be someone they don't want to be."

"Gawd, talking to you is pretty depressing, Hannah," Zack said, feeling bummed out at the moment. "At least no one I'm close to is like that."

"Well, you know her," Hannah gestured to an attractive older woman in a gold dress. She currently chatted with several women while still walking with a purpose toward the hallway door. "A real MILF, right? Well, she's been on the prowl ever since we entered the room. I know a woman looking to get fucked when I see one."

"B-B-But, that's..." Zack sputtered, unable to finish the thought.

"Yep. And I bet the man she's going to meet isn't her husband," Hannah commented. "And she's for sure off to have a little fun. You can tell by the tiny smirk fighting to escape."

Zack shook his head in disbelief. No way she would do that to her family. Not her! He felt Hannah take his hand, tugging him toward the dance floor.

"Let's go have some fun, Zacky."

---

"This is crazy; you know that," the man said into the darkness. He couldn't see his partner, but he could feel her.

"You know you love it."

"It's better to call this insane," he reiterated as his hands pawed her body. "There's no lock on the door."

The couple had snuck into a small closet near the servants' wing. Mostly empty still, they only had to step around some odds and ends on the floor.

"The risk makes it hotter. You know that," the woman reminded him as her lips found his, while her hands worked to unbuckle his belt.

"No panties?" he questioned as his hand found nothing blocking his fingers from dipping into her steaming box. Dripping wet with desire, he quickly sawed two fingers in and out.

"Oooh, noooo! Why...bother," she moaned, spreading her legs the furthest she could in the cramped quarters. His mouth left hers to attack her neck, mindful that he shouldn't leave any telltale marks.

"Gawd, you're so close already, aren't you?" he whispered into her ear, moments before biting and sucking on her earlobe. "The risk factor turns you into a freak."

"Yeeeesssss! Finger...fuuucccckkkk meeee!" she squealed as a small orgasm took over her body.

"Quiet!" he snapped, shoving his fingers, wet with her juices, into her moaning mouth. "You like the taste of your own pussy, huh? Maybe we should find an extra cunt for you to munch on. Would you like that you hot bitch?"

"Three...threesome? Yes, love that," she gasped.

"I got an idea or two if you want to get real kinky later on," he hinted at as he placed his hands under her curvy ass. Lifting her body, he slammed it against the closet wall, knocking a dustpan off its hook. The clanking caused him to flinch in concern, but his partner cared little at this point of discovery. She took hold of his cock, leading it forward toward her needy, greedy pussy.

"Fuck yeah!" she groaned loudly, more from the thrill of the fuck starting than from his length or thickness.

"Shit, keep it down, will ya!" he hissed. "You might not care about your reputation, but I care about mine."

"I care...ugh!...about mine."

"Getting caught with my cock in your cheating cunt won't matter much to you. It will at your husband's job," the man remarked, settling into a pattern of pistoning into her pussy. "But I'm the one that would be screwed. Losing the respect of people in town will ruin me. So shut up."

"Fuck you and fuck me faster. Faster!" the woman urged him. "Harder! Faster! Make my cheating ass pay."

KNOCK KNOCK

"Um, is everything okay in there?" a hesitant voice inquired.

"Yes!" the woman yelled her reply. "Fucking great!" Digging her heels into her partner's ass, she slapped his shoulder as well. "Don't you dare stop! Don't pussy out on me!"

"Fuck," he groaned, resuming his thrusts, but at a slower pace. "This is bad, so bad."

"It's probably a waitress or cook. They don't know us."

"Maybe not you, but I'm known around town," he reminded her needlessly.

"I know who you want in a threesome with me. Make me cum in the next thirty seconds, and I'll work on it," she breathed enticingly into his ear.

"Really?" he gasped in shock, already feeling his cock harden into iron.

"Yes, really," she lied. As if I would do that for you, you pervert.

But her false promise roared life back into their illicit, closet fuck. The woman realized that her back would likely be sore tomorrow from repeatedly getting slammed into the wall. I'll worry about that tomorrow like I always do after nights like this one.

"I'm close, I'm close!" she informed him, getting only grunts in return. "I want...you...ugh...spray it inside me...ahhhhh!...all of it. Coooonnnn--sider it....practice for our...almost....future...partner...yeeeaaaahhhh!!!"

The picture of the future she put into his head proved to be the final straw. He emptied an average amount of his semen into her thirsty cunt, satisfying her for the moment as her own orgasm rocked her body for a second time.

After a few minutes of recovery, the man realized how much screaming his partner did towards the end there. Dropping her down to her feet, he scrambled to pull his pants back up from the floor.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she replied, wishing she could see herself in a mirror right now.

"Look, I better go first," he told her. "At the worst, if someone sees me, they might think I was in here with my wife. Your husband isn't here yet, so that would lead to questions. Sound good?"

"Fine, that's fine."

Roaming his hand around the door, he found the doorknob but had a new thought before he turned it. "Hey, my wife will be busy later. How about I try and find an empty room or cottage, and we can continue then?"

"Sure, sounds good," she lied to him. As if! My next round will be with either my favorite dick or one far more naughtier than you.

Cracking the door open, the light streamed inside the closet. Craning his head out like an idiot, the man looked this way and that way. Sighing in relief, he stopped out the closet, turning to peer back in at his lover.

"The coast is clear," Richard Walker stated. "I'll head out that door, stroll around outside for a few minutes."

Doing just that, Richard briskly walked the short distance to the outside door. As he walked out it into the hot, humid even weather, he glanced back in time to see Susan Rivera exit the closet, making a beeline to the nearest bathroom.

---

Zack's earlier depression over Hannah's comments had long vanished. Now, he felt awkward, energized, and aroused as his eyes fought to leave the scarlet-covered ass shimmying in front of him.

"Having fun, Zack?" Heather asked, looking over Hannah's shoulder at him. The two buxom girls were currently putting on a show by dancing at most an inch away from each other. He couldn't see but imagined their nipples slightly brushing each other from their gyrations. The way the brunette's strapless black dress accented her tits and ass led to a continual line of suitors. All but one she brushed off: a muscular man in his mid-twenties with rugged good looks, who now hovered off to the side, admiring her assets.

Nodding with a dopey grin in response, Zack's reaction caused Heather to throw her head back with a hearty laugh. "It's a miracle! Zack's having fun."

"Yippee! Jack's having fun," Chastity cheered. The bustiest woman of their bunch, she danced at the side of Heather and Hannah, helping them serve as the center of attention in the room. Roughly twenty other dancers shared the floor with the foursome, but only Zack's boobtastic angels drew newcomers to join their fun.

"No, not Jack, Zack with a Z," Heather shouted over the music to her ditzy dance mate.

"Z like for Zorro!" Chastity noted, drawing the letter Z in the air.

"Ooh, I like that. Are you planning to use your whip on me tonight, Zorro?" Hannah inquired, her voice hinting at the possibilities.

"Bwahahaha! You're sooo funny...like a clown," Chastity roared with enough laughter that she stopped dancing to bend over. Zack's eyes left his date to gawk at the twin mounds of flesh fighting to be unleashed.

"Eyes on this, Zacky," Hannah ordered, slapping her ass to grab his attention. "Get over here; it's lonely."

Gulping, Zack closed the distance between them. Hannah, knowing that Taylor's little brother wouldn't go the final step, pushed back to meet him. His thin dress pants did little to constrain the bulge underneath them. Any doubt that Hannah felt his hard cock went out the window with the wink, she threw his way as she grabbed his hands, placing them on her waist. As the blonde's killer ass ground back and forth into his crotch, the hypnotic rhythm began to put Zack into a trance of lust. His fingers loosened their grip on her waist, slowly began their crawl up her phenomenal body.

"Nu-uh, Zacky. Save that for later," Hannah denied his wandering hands as they were mere inches from their big targets. She placed his hands back on her hips, bringing hers up and behind her head, wrapping them around Zack's neck. "You'll put that whip handle to good work then."

"Heyyyy, Chastity," beckoned Heather to her dance partner. Whispering her idea into the blonde's ear, she grinned at the reaction it received.

"Leaping lizards! Really?"

"Yep, try it and see what happens."

"Okey dokey."

Lost in his trance and Hannah's fabulous figure, Zack lurched forward, pushing his dick further into the crack of his date's ass, when he felt two huge breasts began to rub against his back.

"Hiya, Zorro! It's time for you to become our prisoner," Chastity informed him, attempting to make her voice sound sinister, but failing miserably as her giggles started up.

Snapping out his trance, the teenager began to grow highly concerned over what the ass in his crotch and the tits on his back might cause his rigid dick to do. Maybe I should've jerked off before picking up Hannah, Zack thought, regretting his failure to relieve the pressure as he feared a fast approaching accident in his pants.

"What's the matter, Zack? Too much blonde for you to handle," smirked Heather, her suitor grinding into her ass from behind.

"Whoa! You three--make that all of you--need to get a room," a voice declared as a new addition joined their dance troupe.

"Ashley!" Both of the H-girls cried out in joy as the petite blonde joined them.

"Looking good, Zack," Brandon stated from behind his girlfriend.

"Feeling good, Brandon," Zack replied as Chastity relieved some of the pressure he felt by separating from his back.

The bubbly blonde stopped dancing, milling around in confusion. Heather eventually noticed. "Is something wrong, Chastity?"

"Aren't we getting a room?"

"That's not...Ashley was only joking," Heather struggled to answer, for once left almost speechless by the receptionist's airheadedness.

"Oh, okay! She's not as clown funny like Hannah!" the blonde airhead remarked, resuming her dancing, but away from Zack.

"Now, this is my thing," announced Delilah as she and Madison joined in too. Every single woman realized immediately that they needed to step up their game as the dark-skinned Honeybear exhibited her skills.

Zack's awkwardness shot way back up as Hannah switched to facing him, and Ashley joined her. Well aware of Brandon's jealousy issues, Zack kept on peeking out of the corner of his eye as the girlfriend joined her sister in rubbing their bodies on each side of him. Fortunately for Zack, the quarterback's eyes moved from Delilah's slinky shimmying to Chastity's bouncing breasts and rested on Heather's almost pornographic display with her older dance partner.

Rolling her eyes at her brother's dumfounded display, Madison danced by herself, pausing only to wave to a friend from the drama club. Unknown to her, several of Heather's rejected admirers took note of the attractive, athletic teenager dancing all alone.

Tiring slightly and feeling thirsty, Heather nodded to the bar, then to her dance partner. Responding with his own head dip, they walked over together. Despite the man's attempts, the brunette turned down his offer of a drink, asking the bartender instead for some water.

"You're something out there; you know that," the man with rugged good looks complimented Heather, in-between sips from his imported beer.

"Thanks. You're not all the shabby yourself. Um..."

"Oh, sorry. I'm Clint, Clint Renwick," he revealed, offering his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Clint. I'm Heather, Heather Ravers," she countered, giving him a playful shake of his hand. One that ended abruptly as he dropped it.

"Ravers?! You're a Ravers?" Clint repeated incredulously. Next, he glanced all around him, raising his voice. "Why didn't anyone bother to tell me I was dancing with a whore?!"

"Excuse you! A whore?" Heather repeated, shocked by his dramatic shift in attitude.

"Yes, a whore. Your whole family is a bunch of money-hungry whores!" Clint spat out in disgust, moving away from her.

"How dare you? You know nothing about my family and me! You...Renwick, huh?" Heather repeated his last name, pondering a possibility. "That make you a Wynwick or something?"

"Damn, right I am," Clint snapped, walking backward until he tumbled over an object that shouldn't have been there. Hitting his back hard against the floor, he saw a pair of gray eyes staring down at him. They belonged to a young man with short, light brown hair.

"Sorry, there, pal," the twenty-year-old man said with a fake smile, pulling his leg back from where he stuck it out. "You probably need to learn to watch where you're going. People can get hurt, possibly break a bone or a nose, acting like you just did."

"Bunch of bullshit around here," Clint grumbled as a friend helped him to his feet.

"Andrew!" Heather exclaimed, rushing forward. If anyone wondered if the brunette knew the college-aged man, that question evaporated as the teenager forcefully grabbed his head, laying a passionate, tongue-filled kiss that steamed up the drawing-room.

The son Klaus Nordstein, a business associate and occasional rival to Robert Ravers, Andrew had long been a family friend to Heather. By appearances a womanizer, it turned out to all be an act to please his father, who felt a young man's worth was tied partially to his conquests in the bed. While experienced, Andrew treated women with respect, a fact that helped ruined boys her age for Heather when she gave the younger Nordstein her virginity several years earlier.

"Damn, I guess I need to visit Azure Rocks more often if I get treated to this every time," Andrew joked as he broke off the kiss.

"You keep playing my hero, and you'll get far more than a simple kiss," Heather promised with a tease.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Nothing!" Zack exclaimed, jumping away from the Woodsen sisters at the sound of Brandon's shout. Next to him, Hannah laughed while Ashley uttered an "Oh, no." In fear that he pushed his friend too far with how he danced with his girlfriend, Zack scanned all around him for the possessive boyfriend.

"What's your problem, bro?"

"Don't fucking call me bro! My problem is that's my sister you're pawing," Brandon announced. "Step away from her, or I'll make you."

"Dammit, Bran! Knock it off," Madison ordered her twin. "I can dance with whomever I want."

"Quiet, Mads. I know a piece of sleaze when I see one."

"Urgh! Stop ruining my life!" Madison screeched as she stomped out of the room, past the entering Lisa, who turned to stare at her fleeing friend.

"Maddie, wait!" Delilah called after her, racing to catch up with her upset friend. Lisa took off after Delilah.

"Brandon, why can't you let Madison live a normal life?" Ashley demanded to know.

"That's it for now. I'll be taking a break. I'll pick up again later with your requests," boomed the voice of the DJ. "But for now, the band will take over until after dinner."

"Way to kill the fucking mood, Cole," Heather complained as live classical music began to play. "I need a damn drink."