Chapter 7

Heath couldn’t tell how long he had lain there. It had been dark when the date had started and it still was. Sleep had evaded him. He had spent the night watching Aislin. Watching his girlfriend sleep. The washover of sex, the sleep need had flickered for maybe a few minutes, but Aislin was down and he wasn’t.

A couple hours, at least. Another erection. She was beautiful and the moonlight from the window shining on her skin. He thought about kissing her awake like Prince Charming to Sleeping Beauty. Or just getting on top of her like Rapey on Snow White. Or Doc, as he’d been known since finishing med school.

In the end, he got out of bed.

He stepped out of the bedroom. He looked back, it would’ve been easy enough to grab a pair of boxers or jeans. He didn’t want to. He kinda hoped everyone was asleep. He kinda hoped someone would see him. His imagination was only running good scenarios for him walking fully erect up on Uly.

The girls’ rooms had their doors closed. He let out a sigh of relief as he walked downstairs. He stopped at the music room. Nadine had cleaned everything up. He frowned, Aislin’s underwear were probably taken to the laundry. He shook his head. If he wanted Aislin’s dirty panties, he could ask for them.

He walked a bit taller to the kitchen.

There was a clock on the stove: quarter after four in the morning. Dinner, the fuck show, the rushjob in bed. He wondered if he had dozed off at all watching Aislin sleep. He figured he must’ve but it hadn’t felt like it. He opened the fridge door and was bathed in the soft light.

“Oh, hello there Breakfast Sausage!”

He jumped at Uly’s hello. He slammed the door to the fridge closed and twisted to see Uly wearing her yellow sweater again. Nothing else.

“Hey ... Eggs?” he said, twitching, half-covering himself, half-showing-off.

“Wow! I’m just Eggs to you? No, please,” Uly laughed. “I’d rather be treated like meat.”

“Good to know,” Heath smiled.

“You gonna just stand naked in the kitchen, or are we going to get the snacks we’ve been craving?”

“Right,” Heath nodded. He took a deep breath. He opened the fridge, spot-lighting his nakedness. He did his best not to falter. He grabbed a pair of yogurts and tossed one to Uly.

“Shit!” She turned and giggled as she chased after the catch she shouldn’t have dodged.

“Here.” He handed her a spoon as she stood back up. She grabbed his wrist and marched him to the dining room. His flinched as his eyes adjusted to the overhead light. She pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.

He worried for a second, putting his naked ass in his Aunt’s dining room chair. Except, he hadn’t worried about it when he had fucked Aislin everywhere. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“Blueberry!” Uly said, happily.

“Are you OK?” Heath asked. “I mean, I’m not being gentlemanly. I could’ve stopped earlier.”

“Why?” Uly asked with the spoon still in her mouth. She slid it out and swallowed. “You didn’t like it?”

“Well, liked it is the wrong word,” he said, and scratched his hair. “Don’t worry, it was hot as hell and I never thought I’d, uh...”

“Go to a live sex show?”

“See you naked,” he said.

“I can take my clothes off now,” Uly said. “Just say the words and I’m yours.”

He looked at her. She wasn’t only offering a titty show. He slumped, looking up at the ceiling. Aislin was upstairs. Aislin was his girlfriend. A guy didn’t fuck around on a girl he loves.

“It was so hot watching you finally take control of that girl,” Uly said. “Cavemanning her little ass up the stairs.”

“She’s got a great ass,” Heath said.

“Ish. I mean, I’ve got a killer ass. But Nadine! Oh my god, there’s a girl who needs a good pounding,” she said. “Maybe you’ll finally forgive her.”

“If I forgive her she might stop cooking me bacon,” Heath said, mostly to avoid the thought of forgiving Nadine. He had forgiven her, but by keeping it to himself, he’d let angry embers grow hot at times. He hated that her dad was paying her debt for his car. He kept feeling like she should pay him back. The waitress and maid routine let him pretend it was on her. Plus, he liked having her at his beck and call.

“You pound that ass and she’ll be your infinite-bacon-machine,” Uly said.

“I really wish we had guys for you girls,” Heath said. “I can only imagine how lonely I’d be without Aislin.”

“Not very,” Uly said. “Stud like you, should have a whole stable of Aislins. Oh wait, you do.”

“What? You’re a horse?”

“A wild filly.” Uly put down her spoon and leaned over the corner of the table. She drilled her eyes deep into Heath’s. “Break me.”

“Huh,” is what he said trying to avoid swallowing his spoon.

“Enjoy your yogurt,” Uly stood up. “Think about Nadine.”

“I’m thinking about Aislin.”

“Think about both. You never wanted a threesome?” Uly waved from the door by the stairs. Heath was not getting to sleep. Aislin was in for a lewd awakening.

Tabitha moaned as she slipped out of bed. Again? Fuck why couldn’t they close the door?

“Oh fuck! Heath!” Aislin was screeching out. Her voice hoarse and probably stinking of morning breath. Tabitha hoped Aislin choked on that pillow she was gargling.

Tabitha slipped out of bed and intended to slam the door shut. Closing it over, they had told her to do no more than close her door over. In case she heard Heath going by. They had to be ready to act. Tabitha was not ready. She kicked her heel into the door, but Uly and Nadine blocked it. “Good, you’re up!”

“How could anyone sleep through that?” Tabitha whipped an angry hand towards the staircase.

“Uly did her part,” Nadine said. “I think it would be better if you take this one.”

“What?” Tabitha said. “I don’t know--”

“It’s easy,” Uly said. “Spit on your fingers, stick your hand down your pants, and be sure to project when you moan.”

“What?” Tabitha said. “Once was enough!”

“Did you go too hard? Are you too sensitive down there?” Nadine said, worryingly. “I can do it, but...”

“Trail of bed crumbs for you, noisy in your face sexuality for us stage-sluts.” Uly had her arm thrown to her side when she tried to wrap in around Tabitha’s shoulders.

“You want me to go up and masturbate?” Tabitha huffed. “Why do I have to be a whore?”

“Do you want Aislin to be the only one saying--” Uly added her hand to Nadine’s gesture up the stairway.

“Fuck my little pussy!” The girl in question bellowed out as if on cue.

“No, I don’t want her saying it at all,” Tabitha said. “He’s supposed to be kind.”

“Would a kind person ditch the girl they think they love?” Nadine asked.

“He loves her!” Tabitha defended Heath. “He really does!”

Uly and Nadine shared glances.

“Heath’s got a lot of love in him,” Uly hedged.

“If she keeps pushing him around, she’s going to break the fuck out of his heart,” Nadine warned.

“So, what? We break his heart first?” Tabitha pouted.

“No, we make sure he’s the pusher and not the pushee,” Uly said. “I can’t wait to get my hair pulled.”

“I’m not going up there to get you laid!”

“I fingered you so he’d feel about you the way you felt about him,” Uly said.

“He doesn’t love me,” Tabitha said. Her shoulders slumped.

“Not yet,” Uly said. “But he is totally hot for you.”

“If he--I’m going to run away...” Tabitha frowned.

“Not until he makes eye contact,” Uly coached.

Nadine grabbed Uly’s arm. “I think she’s got this.”

“What if I--What if he wants me to join in--What if he sees me!” She ran her follow up question into her threesome question like an 18-wheeler into a mother pushing a stroller.

“You can always say ‘No’,” Uly smiled.

Tabitha tried not to pout angrily as she pushed through the two girls laughing at her. Aislin’s moans belted out through the house. Was it so hard to close the door? Did everyone have to hear?

Tabitha’s legs were mush when she slipped against the door frame. The bed was perpendicular to the door, but Heath and Aislin were askew. Heath’s shoulder and Aislin’s legs were the easiest to see from the door. Tabitha looked at her fingers. She stopped herself from hocking up spit and discreetly ran her fingertips down her tongue. She was shaking when she reached into her panties.

Tabitha masturbated a lot. She had been masturbating when Heath had walked by her door and downstairs at four AM. She had almost had a heart attack. The inside of her cheek was probably scar tissue from all the times she had swallowed her voice to keep herself from moaning and being found out by her mother, brother, roommates, sleepover friends.

And then Uly had shoved her fingers into Tabitha. Tabitha realized all that starting and stopping, if she had ever really truly fucked herself no amount of cheek-chewing could’ve shut her up.

She stuck her fingers to her clit. She looked back up and saw Aislin, head lolled to the side, looking straight at her.

Blond hair and pale shoulders crumpled up on the bed sheets as Heath’s muscular back sped through the fucking. Aislin reached up, knotted her fingers through Heath’s and brought their laced fingers onto her lips. She never looked away from Tabitha.

It took Tabitha three times to start truly pleasuring herself. She tried to look away from Aislin and focus on Heath, but she kept going back to Aislin’s stare. Until Aislin moaned Heath’s name and let her eyes drift closed.

“Oh my god,” Tabitha whimpered as she got her hand going fast. Heath’s rhythm hiccupped. Tabitha just started whipping her fingers though. She didn’t want to stop half-way. She was sick and tired of being the good girl. Now she was a naughty girl, spying on other people fucking, a total pervert. Heath’s available whore.

Breaths came out of her throat in hard pants. She held the door frame and leaned forward, a bad muscle spasm away from face-planting into the hardwood floor. Her fingers tangled and twisted her pussy hair. Her long hair kept getting inhaled into her mouth.

“Fuck me! Fuck me and make me cum!” Aislin was saying.

“I--ugh!” Heath growled, frustration, confusion, and desire belted out like fire. He punched his fist into the blanket and rolled Aislin’s hips forward. He was fucking more downward now. His back glistened in sweat. Tabitha’s shoulders shaked.

Tabitha hated Aislin. That little blip of fire was enough to set every nerve ablaze. Fuck you, Aislin! “Fuck ME, Heath!” Tabitha kept her gripped and corkscrewed to her knees.

“Uh--I--shit!”

“Look at me! Look at me, sweetie.” Aislin was trying to sound soothing and warm but her breaths were a broken down mess. Her lungs couldn’t hold enough air to get an entire word out of her mouth.

“Grab her!” Uly and Nadine zipped in and grabbed Tabitha by her shoulders. The pair of them awkwardly, and dangerously, and miraculously, carried Tabitha’s body safely to the second floor landing.

“Oh my god...” Tabitha would’ve wanted to cry if she didn’t feel so good from her orgasm.

“You did great!” Uly said, brushing Tabitha’s hair from her face.

“But you can walk the rest of the way to your bed.” Nadine set Tabitha on the floor. Uly didn’t dare try to carry Tabitha alone. “Hope your legs work. Night!”

“Night!” Aislin called down from the bedroom at the top of the stairs. The three other girls jumped when Aislin slammed the door.

Aislin woke up tired, sore, and panting. A nightmare. She had had a bunch of anxieties since everyone had been quarantined in the house. This is the first time it had gotten to her.

Heath was wrapped around her. Her hip sat in a congealed puddle. She touched her hair and it felt clammy for the dried sweat. Her thighs ached and her pussy ... She was horny.

She had been hoping that waking up, getting out of the shadowy lonely nightmare that was already slipping from her mind, would make her feel better. She could still recall the abandonment she had dreamt about, even if she couldn’t recall the specifics. Wake up, get squeezed, know where you’re at, calm down. But her heart kept pounding. Her pussy was sore and happy.

Like all boys, Heath was hard against her butt after sleeping all morning.

Tabitha! She’d just come up and watched Aislin and Heath. Tabitha didn’t know her place! She wasn’t part of this now! She was just the entertainment!

Aislin wasn’t going to let Heath think anything different either. She slipped from his arm. He snorted, but fell back on his back. He moaned but, if he had woken up for a moment or not, he was clearly asleep now. Aislin peeled the blankets down.

She brushed her hair back behind her ears. It fell back into her face. She, quietly, found a clip on the nightstand and forced the hair out of her way. She grabbed Heath’s cock and took it into her mouth.

It was a little sour, she moved her head much quicker, trying to overwhelm her senses and get beyond the morning after taste in her mouth. Heath patted her shoulder and then grabbed her head.

“Ash--Aislin?” He moaned. “What time is it?”

She didn’t answer. It was blowjob time. She ran her tongue wildly over his head and peeled his foreskin back further with her lips. She felt better when she ran her mouth down and tickled the back of her throat. She was really doing her best now.

Heath had spent himself hard the night before. He just laid back and let Aislin do her thing. He played a little with her hair, until he decided to knit his fingers at the back of his skull. He let his eyes close. He shut out the rest of the world.

Aislin caught the move from the corner of her eye. She was just a blowjob to him? No, she was everything to him! She popped her mouth loudly off of his cock.

“There’s my guy,” she said, her voice sounding a little hoarse for the morning and the suck. “Let me take care of you.”

He opened one eye, watched her climb across his hips and guide herself down onto his cock.

“Oh baby...” Aislin let her head hang limply back off of her shoulders. Her hands slid up his stomach and chest. She started moving her hips.

She moaned and squeaked. She was going slow but strong. She realized a minute later, she was doing it all.

“Grab my thighs, fuck me!” She pleaded.

“I thought you wanted to take care of me?” Heath teased.

She responded with a sharp intake of breath. No, he fucked when he was on the bottom. He didn’t lay there, smug look on his face, staring ... lovingly ... Look at his eyes...

“Fuck me!” she bellowed.

“You can’t take care of me then?”

“What?” she said, on a drying gasp. “I take care of you. I’m your girl. I love you.”

“And you’re doing a great job,” he said. “I love the way you squeeze your pussy when you reach my balls.”

“I--Good--I--” she stuttered. Her fingers dug tightly into his pecs. He didn’t even twist or flinch. He just kept watching and--

“You gotta keep going,” Heath said as she bottomed hard on his lap. She looked at him through a curtain of blond bangs. “I need more. More care.”

“Dammit!” Aislin groaned. She leaned her shoulders forward and slid her hands down to the bottom of his ribs. She started pumping her hips and compressing his chest as hard as she could.

Heath’s breaths scattered, partly because she was kickstarting his diaphragm. She squeezed her knees and her pussy. She bit down on her lip. She fucked and fucked and fucked and--

“Oh my god!” Aislin’s eyes flew open. She hadn’t realized she had had them shut. She gasped. Struggling on quarter breaths. Her thighs spasmed and her posture dropped. She pumped her hips wildly and collapsed into a spastic mess on his chest.