Chapter 16: The Ol' Switcheroo
The six young adults sat on the porch watching the sunset over the ocean, and drinking endless amounts of hard liquor. It seemed that the three young women had an endless supply of the stuff. In a way, they did. With Randy and Amanda using the liquor for their own 'games', Raechel had to go to the liquor store damn near every day. Randy picked up a bottle of Hot Damn and smiled, "Well, we'll be turning in for the night. Good evening to you all," he said with a suggestive smile toward Amanda. Amanda smiled, "Later guys." Rae and Heather looked at each other as Amanda and Randy went inside, "I wondered how long they were going to last," Raechel said with a smirk. Heather nodded in agreement, "You ain't the only one." Heather sighed and glanced over at John; Raechel noticed, "Heather." Heather looked over at her, "Hmmm?" Rae nodded toward the beach, "A word." Heather nodded and they both stood from their chairs. John and Brock watched as they stumbled down onto the beach and then looked at each other, confused.
Raechel looked at Heather, "What's up," asked, her words slightly slurred Heather shook her head, "Nothing." Rae put her hands on her hips, "Don't try n bullshit a bullshittter." (seriously, I didn't make a mistake in the spelling) Heather sighed, "I was jus' checkin' out John." Raechel smirked and turned her friend away from the porch, "You wan 'im, dontcha?" Heather looked at Rae, surprised that she read her so well. She smirked and nodded, "Well, yeah, kinda." Raechel slapped her back, almost knocking her over, "Hell, why didn't ya say somethin'?!" Heather looked at her, surprised at the question, "I... uh..." "You thought I'd get pissssed didn't ya?" Heather nodded slowly; Rae smirked, "Well, alright, it's a lil odd, but I can understand. Look at 'im! What a fuckin' Ssexy Beassst!" She gestured toward John, accidentally hitting Heather with her arm. She smiled weakly, "Sorry chica." Heather eyed her, "I think you've had too much." Rae sighed, "Ya think so?" Heather smirked and nodded. Rae looked down at an invisible watch, "Hell, John and I started at like 1, and it's what..." She looked over her shoulder, almost losing her balance, "What time isssss it?" Brock looked down at his watch, "Almost 8." Rae looked at Brock for a moment, noticing for the first time his captivating blue eyes. She tore her eyes away and looked at Heather, "7 hours of nothin' under 70 proof!" Heather smirked, "Did you just check out Brock?" Rae looked at her, apalled, "Fuck no! I hate the sumbitch, member?" Heather smirked and nodded, "Okay." She thought for a moment and then looked at Rae, "What would you say to a little swap?" Rae narrowed her eyes, "Whatcha mean?" Heather smiled and looked at Rae, something on her mind.
Rae stormed up onto the porch, "No fuckin' way!" John watched her open the door, "What's wrong?" Raechel shook her head, "Nothin'! Everything's fuckin' peachy!" Heather sighed and followed her into the house. Rae turned and looked at her, "How the fuck can you even think somethin' like that?!" "Think what," Heather asked confused. Rae glared at her, "I know what goin' through that thick head of yours." (again, very intoxicated) Rae poked her on the side of the head. Heather laughed, "What do I have going on in my head?" Rae shook her head. "Don't play games, I know you wanna screw John." Heather looked at Rae for a second, "Wait, you..." "Yeah, I said he was hot! So fuckin' what?! That's not sayin' you can fuck him!" Heather shushed Raechel, "The guys." Raechel shrugged, "Let 'em fuckin' hear! I don't care!" Heather sighed, "So what if I do wanna screw 'im?" Rae shook her head, "No, fuckin' way." Rae went to leave. Heather grabbed her arm. "One night. That's all I'm asking," Heather begged. "What do I get," Rae asked with a devilish grin. Heather thought for a minute. "Uh, well, you, uh, um, Brock." She said quietly. "What the fuck?! Brock?!" Amanda looked down the stairs, "What the hell's going on?" Raechel and Heather looked at her, "Nothin'," they yelled in unison. Rae pointed, "Go back you YOUR man!" Amanda eyed them oddly and then shrugged before going back into her room. "Rae, calm down," Heather begged. Rae scoffed. "No." She crossed her arms. "Why would I want HIM?" Heather scratched the back off her head. "Well, I don't know, but you do owe me." She nodded. "How the hell do I owe you?" Rae asked. "You beat the shit out of him, then you jump on him while we were screwing." Heather crossed her arms. Rae sighed and shook her head, "I still don't think I can do this. I mean, John and I, we're gettin real close." Heather sighed, "I'm not askin for you to let me marry him. All I want is ONE night," she said holding her finger up. Raechel groaned and looked up at Heather, "Fine," she said barely audible. Heather narrowed her eyes, "What, I couldn't hear you." Raechel looked up at her harshly, "I said fine! Fuckin' fine, okay?!" John poked his head in the door, "What's goin' on in here?" Rae shook her head and stormed out of the room, "A bunch of fucked up shit," she yelled as she left. John looked at Heather, who was trying to contain her excitement. "What's your problem," John asked as Brock came in. "Nothing." She said and dashed up the steps. "I'm confused." John said looking at Brock. "Lets find out what's going on." Brock nodded towards the steps. John nodded and they both went up to find Heather and Rae.
John walked into the bedroom and saw Rae pacing the room. She looked seriously pissed off. John walked over, "What's wrong?" Raechel groaned, "I just traded you." John's blue eyes went wide, "What?!" Rae nodded, "Yeah, for tonight. Heather gets you, and I get..." John sighed, "Brock." Raechel nodded, "Yeah." John shook his head, "Rae, you and I..." "Yeah, I know," she said with a heavy sigh. A minute later Heather came bouncing into the room with a huge smile on her face. "What's up guys?" She grinned and slapped John's shoulder. He glared at her and sat on the bed. Heather hugged Rae. "Thanks sis." Brock stood in the doorway with a confused look on his face, "Would someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?!" Rae looked down at John and sat down next to him, "Don't be upset, it's just tonight." John looked up at her and sighed, "Yeah, but it's werid," he said softly. Raechel nodded in agreement and gently kissed his lips. She walked over to Brock, "Come on, bitch." Brock looked at her, confused, "What the fuck are you talking about?" Heather looked at John then walked over and locked the door. "We're alone." She grinned. He sighed and stood up. He walked over to her and grabbed her by the back of her hair and kissed her roughly. Heather was turned on by his actions, she kissed back as he pushed her against the wall.
Raechel and Brock walked down the hall toward a different bedroom. Brock looked at her, confused, "Raechel? What's going on?" Rae sighed and looked at him, "You're mine for the night, and I ain't takin no for an answer, I need mine." Brock narrowed his blue eyes, "What do you mean?" Rae smirked as they stopped outside the bedroom. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him roughly. Brock was shocked at first, but returned the kiss. Brock grabbed Rae and pushed her across the hall against the other wall. Raechel smiled as he broke the kiss and started working his way down to her neck. Rae grinned and ran her fingers through his short hair. Rae moaned and let her head fall back, hitting the wall, "Fuck," she grumbled. Brock ran his hand up under Rae's shirt, then under her bra. Rae moaned and tore Brock's shirt down the back as he groped her. Brock stepped back for a moment and removed his torn shirt. He then went back in, and Raechel welcomed the assault. She ran her hands over his muscular body, wanting more of him. Rae looked at Brock, "Bedroom?" Brock swallowed and lifted her onto his shoulder with ease. Raechel smirked and looked down at Brock's ass, "Nice ass!" Brock smirked, and was really surprised when Rae slapped it. Brock dropped Rae on the bed and she smirked, "Ooh, wanna play rough huh?" Brock grinned and wiggled his eybrows. He dropped down to Raechel and started kissing her neck.
Author's Note: NEVER NEVER NEVER WOULD I TRADE JOHN FOR BROCK!
The six young adults sat on the porch watching the sunset over the ocean, and drinking endless amounts of hard liquor. It seemed that the three young women had an endless supply of the stuff. In a way, they did. With Randy and Amanda using the liquor for their own 'games', Raechel had to go to the liquor store damn near every day. Randy picked up a bottle of Hot Damn and smiled, "Well, we'll be turning in for the night. Good evening to you all," he said with a suggestive smile toward Amanda. Amanda smiled, "Later guys." Rae and Heather looked at each other as Amanda and Randy went inside, "I wondered how long they were going to last," Raechel said with a smirk. Heather nodded in agreement, "You ain't the only one." Heather sighed and glanced over at John; Raechel noticed, "Heather." Heather looked over at her, "Hmmm?" Rae nodded toward the beach, "A word." Heather nodded and they both stood from their chairs. John and Brock watched as they stumbled down onto the beach and then looked at each other, confused.
Raechel looked at Heather, "What's up," asked, her words slightly slurred Heather shook her head, "Nothing." Rae put her hands on her hips, "Don't try n bullshit a bullshittter." (seriously, I didn't make a mistake in the spelling) Heather sighed, "I was jus' checkin' out John." Raechel smirked and turned her friend away from the porch, "You wan 'im, dontcha?" Heather looked at Rae, surprised that she read her so well. She smirked and nodded, "Well, yeah, kinda." Raechel slapped her back, almost knocking her over, "Hell, why didn't ya say somethin'?!" Heather looked at her, surprised at the question, "I... uh..." "You thought I'd get pissssed didn't ya?" Heather nodded slowly; Rae smirked, "Well, alright, it's a lil odd, but I can understand. Look at 'im! What a fuckin' Ssexy Beassst!" She gestured toward John, accidentally hitting Heather with her arm. She smiled weakly, "Sorry chica." Heather eyed her, "I think you've had too much." Rae sighed, "Ya think so?" Heather smirked and nodded. Rae looked down at an invisible watch, "Hell, John and I started at like 1, and it's what..." She looked over her shoulder, almost losing her balance, "What time isssss it?" Brock looked down at his watch, "Almost 8." Rae looked at Brock for a moment, noticing for the first time his captivating blue eyes. She tore her eyes away and looked at Heather, "7 hours of nothin' under 70 proof!" Heather smirked, "Did you just check out Brock?" Rae looked at her, apalled, "Fuck no! I hate the sumbitch, member?" Heather smirked and nodded, "Okay." She thought for a moment and then looked at Rae, "What would you say to a little swap?" Rae narrowed her eyes, "Whatcha mean?" Heather smiled and looked at Rae, something on her mind.
Rae stormed up onto the porch, "No fuckin' way!" John watched her open the door, "What's wrong?" Raechel shook her head, "Nothin'! Everything's fuckin' peachy!" Heather sighed and followed her into the house. Rae turned and looked at her, "How the fuck can you even think somethin' like that?!" "Think what," Heather asked confused. Rae glared at her, "I know what goin' through that thick head of yours." (again, very intoxicated) Rae poked her on the side of the head. Heather laughed, "What do I have going on in my head?" Rae shook her head. "Don't play games, I know you wanna screw John." Heather looked at Rae for a second, "Wait, you..." "Yeah, I said he was hot! So fuckin' what?! That's not sayin' you can fuck him!" Heather shushed Raechel, "The guys." Raechel shrugged, "Let 'em fuckin' hear! I don't care!" Heather sighed, "So what if I do wanna screw 'im?" Rae shook her head, "No, fuckin' way." Rae went to leave. Heather grabbed her arm. "One night. That's all I'm asking," Heather begged. "What do I get," Rae asked with a devilish grin. Heather thought for a minute. "Uh, well, you, uh, um, Brock." She said quietly. "What the fuck?! Brock?!" Amanda looked down the stairs, "What the hell's going on?" Raechel and Heather looked at her, "Nothin'," they yelled in unison. Rae pointed, "Go back you YOUR man!" Amanda eyed them oddly and then shrugged before going back into her room. "Rae, calm down," Heather begged. Rae scoffed. "No." She crossed her arms. "Why would I want HIM?" Heather scratched the back off her head. "Well, I don't know, but you do owe me." She nodded. "How the hell do I owe you?" Rae asked. "You beat the shit out of him, then you jump on him while we were screwing." Heather crossed her arms. Rae sighed and shook her head, "I still don't think I can do this. I mean, John and I, we're gettin real close." Heather sighed, "I'm not askin for you to let me marry him. All I want is ONE night," she said holding her finger up. Raechel groaned and looked up at Heather, "Fine," she said barely audible. Heather narrowed her eyes, "What, I couldn't hear you." Raechel looked up at her harshly, "I said fine! Fuckin' fine, okay?!" John poked his head in the door, "What's goin' on in here?" Rae shook her head and stormed out of the room, "A bunch of fucked up shit," she yelled as she left. John looked at Heather, who was trying to contain her excitement. "What's your problem," John asked as Brock came in. "Nothing." She said and dashed up the steps. "I'm confused." John said looking at Brock. "Lets find out what's going on." Brock nodded towards the steps. John nodded and they both went up to find Heather and Rae.
John walked into the bedroom and saw Rae pacing the room. She looked seriously pissed off. John walked over, "What's wrong?" Raechel groaned, "I just traded you." John's blue eyes went wide, "What?!" Rae nodded, "Yeah, for tonight. Heather gets you, and I get..." John sighed, "Brock." Raechel nodded, "Yeah." John shook his head, "Rae, you and I..." "Yeah, I know," she said with a heavy sigh. A minute later Heather came bouncing into the room with a huge smile on her face. "What's up guys?" She grinned and slapped John's shoulder. He glared at her and sat on the bed. Heather hugged Rae. "Thanks sis." Brock stood in the doorway with a confused look on his face, "Would someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?!" Rae looked down at John and sat down next to him, "Don't be upset, it's just tonight." John looked up at her and sighed, "Yeah, but it's werid," he said softly. Raechel nodded in agreement and gently kissed his lips. She walked over to Brock, "Come on, bitch." Brock looked at her, confused, "What the fuck are you talking about?" Heather looked at John then walked over and locked the door. "We're alone." She grinned. He sighed and stood up. He walked over to her and grabbed her by the back of her hair and kissed her roughly. Heather was turned on by his actions, she kissed back as he pushed her against the wall.
Raechel and Brock walked down the hall toward a different bedroom. Brock looked at her, confused, "Raechel? What's going on?" Rae sighed and looked at him, "You're mine for the night, and I ain't takin no for an answer, I need mine." Brock narrowed his blue eyes, "What do you mean?" Rae smirked as they stopped outside the bedroom. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him roughly. Brock was shocked at first, but returned the kiss. Brock grabbed Rae and pushed her across the hall against the other wall. Raechel smiled as he broke the kiss and started working his way down to her neck. Rae grinned and ran her fingers through his short hair. Rae moaned and let her head fall back, hitting the wall, "Fuck," she grumbled. Brock ran his hand up under Rae's shirt, then under her bra. Rae moaned and tore Brock's shirt down the back as he groped her. Brock stepped back for a moment and removed his torn shirt. He then went back in, and Raechel welcomed the assault. She ran her hands over his muscular body, wanting more of him. Rae looked at Brock, "Bedroom?" Brock swallowed and lifted her onto his shoulder with ease. Raechel smirked and looked down at Brock's ass, "Nice ass!" Brock smirked, and was really surprised when Rae slapped it. Brock dropped Rae on the bed and she smirked, "Ooh, wanna play rough huh?" Brock grinned and wiggled his eybrows. He dropped down to Raechel and started kissing her neck.
Author's Note: NEVER NEVER NEVER WOULD I TRADE JOHN FOR BROCK!