Author's Notes: Hey everyone! I know this completely clashes with what I said last time but I was able to get this next chapter out super fast! In fact, the day that I sent it to Kenju for his edits and additions was the day before my classes started!
Now, those of you who have read the third chapter will know that I expressed dissatisfaction that what was originally the third chapter had become the fifth and I had wanted to get the now fifth chapter out before classes started. Well, while not being uploaded before classes, I was somehow able to mostly do my original wish.
A small note of warning, things are going to get a bit lemony for the next few chapters, but there are reasons for this, two main ones. The first is we have two honey teenagers here still exploring their relationship. Second, it's to make up for the fact that there won't be any lemons at all for a long stretch once we reach the actual starting point of the story. This may prove subject to change but the next four or five chapters after this one will likely included at least two large, fully detailed lemons and several instances of lime. Chapters one through nine are all background and foundation chapters, chapter ten is where the actual story will start.
Ok, as mentioned, this chapter will have a HUGE reveal that will affect everything else, several in fact though not all are quickly or easily picked up on. It's honestly the kind of thing that people will either love us for or hate us for, we'll have to wait and see.
This chapter takes place over a year after the events of chapter 4, at the end of the summer break after their junior year of high school leading up to their senior year.
Here is the fifth chapter of "Unbreakable Red Silken Thread": Fate: Shattered Masks
The golden sun's light shone down upon the shining silvery sands and sparkling sapphire sea of the beach below. For Cody, this wasn't too far off from what he imagined his own personal heaven would look like. It wasn't too long after arriving that he had come to the conclusion that while Cancun might not have held every last ounce of beauty the world had to offer, it had cornered the market. He was content to watch the rolling waves he had been swimming in earlier lap at the shore with a gentle laziness.
Currently he was lying on a large dune that offered a perfect view of this paradise on earth, with Heather at his right resting her head on his shoulder watching out over the same expanse of beauty. He loved how her long, raven black hair would absorb the sun's warmth and spread it out over whatever it touched. He loved how he had one arm around her waist as he pulled her as close to him as he could. He loved how despite wearing his usual teal swim trunks, she was wearing a mostly modest purple bikini that while tasteful, still showed off just how hot she was.
Yes, it was pretty close to Cody's vision of heaven…were it not for one minor detail that rendered the entire illusion of his Elysium askew. Heather, the focal point and crown jewel of his little world, was quiet, withdrawn, and sad.
Even though Cody understood why Heather felt that way, and was secretly pleased to see it, he was starting to become worried about her. For their entire trip, ever since having arrived in Mexico, what was meant to be one last hurrah before their last year of high school had been anything but. Heather had been forlorn and distant for three solid weeks now. A part of him wished that it was because of her parent's recent divorce, at least then she would just be blaming them instead of herself. But that wasn't the truth…sadly.
"Heather, you've been pretty quiet all morning, is everything alright?" Cody asked. Heather's expression didn't change, nor did her blank gaze move. Sighing, with his head down and a frown replacing his former content smile he spoke. "You know, it's okay if you've changed your mind. It wasn't really a condition, it was just a request." He looked away so she didn't see his drooping expression.
Heather easily detected the (failed) attempt at hiding his disappointment. She knew he'd never admit to it but his "request" was a condition or rather an attempt at one...the first one in their relationship from him. He had accepted without fail countless from her, so why couldn't she accept just this one?
"Cody…"Heather said softly, speaking for the first time in days to get his attention. When her boyfriend turned to her, Heather surprised him with a soft, gentle kiss, which was followed up by another, and another, and another, each one deeper and more powerful than the last. This continued until with great reluctance both teens needed air. Smiling at Cody's dazed look, Heather weakly smiled back. "I haven't changed my mind Cody. It's been far too long...I owe this to you, to both of us."
"You don't owe me anything, Hea-" Cody started before Heather cut him off by gently placing two fingertips to his lips.
Once the Tech Geek had been silenced, the Queen Bee moved herself up a little and pulled his face to hers, looking Cody directly into his brilliant teal eyes. She didn't want there to be any misunderstanding about what she was about to tell him.
"Yes, I do," she began. "I know I don't say this enough, but…I love you, Cody. You've done more for me than you know," she paused as her weak offered smile turned genuine as she took one of his hands into hers, squeezing it with every ounce of strength she had. "You, this, has been the best thing that ever happened to me, and it took…" she paused, unable to get the words out, or any words for a moment, "…well, you know." She finally said, faintly. She noticed a flash of sadness washing over Cody's kind face; it hurt her to see now just as much now as it did the first time. "What I did to you was unforgivable, but you forgave me anyway. You gave me a second chance that I don't deserve..." She looked away, feeling tears prickling at the edge of her vision as the scene played out before her yet again. A few seconds later, she returned her grey eyes to her lover's gaze, and continued. "I'm not like you, Cody. I'd love to be, I wish I was, but I'm not. My mistakes and fuck ups don't just roll off my back. When I feel guilty about something, I can't just walk away from it and forget about it."
Cody, not taking his eyes off Heather's, reached for her other hand. But, because he wasn't looking at the hand in question, it took a few embarrassing attempts to locate it. Cody nervously smiled, fearing he had killed the sensitive mood. Seeing that made Heather smile softly, though there was still more grief in her eyes than anything else. Finally, when he found her other hand, Cody brought it to his face. "Why not?" he asked. "I already forgave you, I didn't have to but I wanted to. Why can't you just let it go?"
Heather was quiet at that, though despite what Cody feared, the reason was her wanting to word her response carefully, a way that reflected the truth but left no room for misunderstanding. Finally, having found what she hoped to be the right choice of wording she spoke.
"I can't let it go because it happened while I was drunk," Cody was about to speak up. "And before you say anything, no, me being drunk isn't an excuse. Even though I wasn't...completely in control of myself when I did it…I still chose to do it...and more importantly…I wanted to do it." For the first time since it had happened, Cody looked truly blindsided. "If I'm being completely honest…I-I, had been thinking about it...for awhile."
In the blink of an eye, it was now Cody who was the more depressed of the two. Unable to stop himself, he frowned as he asked bluntly, "Are you really that unhappy with me?"
Before she knew what she was doing, Heather was glaring at Cody before she gave him a small kiss. After that, she smiled. "Cody, don't you ever think that. Didn't you hear what I said before?" Squeezing his hand in hers, both to remind him and to assure herself, she continued. "I'm happier with you than I have been in a very long time. It's just that…I honestly don't know...I don't...I'm still getting use to this," squeezing his hand once more she continued. "This, this is different from...everything I've ever known." Seeing Cody's look of confusion, she released a heavier breath before continuing. "I thought I knew what a boyfriend was...what it meant to...be with someone...I thought that a boyfriend was someone you were seen in public with, you went to parties with, you fucked whenever you wanted to. I thought they were a status symbol, a trophy to show off and brag about, something to get sex from. You never got too attached to them; you dumped them whenever you felt like it. If one didn't have what you were looking for, you just moved to the next one, like changing clothes in the morning. You never felt guilty about anything...I'm not...I'm not use to feeling guilty for doing something I want."
Seeing a sudden massive smile spreading across Cody face made Heather feel a lot better than she had been for weeks now. It was a familiar feeling, one she knew very well now, and allowed herself to bask in its warmth. Before she knew it, Cody had pulled her even closer to himself. "Well, take it from someone that is very familiar with feeling guilty when they do something they want. When it hurts you to hurt someone else," he paused to kiss her on the nose, "it means you care about them," he said before fully embracing his girlfriend. She offered up a token resistance to the hug, but it soon gave way to a smile of her own.
Then Heather noticed something; one of his hands was on the lower part of her hip.
"You had better not be taking advantage of my first guilt trip just to cop a feel," She chided playfully. Even though she didn't say to, Heather felt the hand move several inches up to her back. She smiled and allowed the pleasure at that to be the only thing in the air for a moment.
After the two simply sat and soaked in the sun and each other's warmth for what felt like hours, Cody finally spoke. "Heather, are you absolutely sure about this?" Looking away he continued, "I'm not going to lie, I want this...I really want this. I've had the best girl ever as a girlfriend for over a year now," Heather blushed a bit, finding herself smiling despite the subject of their earlier conversation, "and I want to stop treating this like it's some kind of dirty affair. I want everyone to know about us, I want to be able to say and show you and everyone else how much you mean to me whenever and wherever I am," he smiled, before his expression became somber. "But I know that once we do this, we can't go back. There's no undo button for this kind of thing," pausing he turned her face so that they were looking each other in the eyes. "Are you absolutely sure about this? Are you completely okay with us going public? Do you want this?"
Heather snorted, in part to push away the few lingering doubts that she had about this particular demon, as she pushed Cody away a bit. Smirking, Heather stretched one leg over her boyfriend before moving over to sit in his lap, face to face with a small smile in place. A small smile that grew when she felt his legs come up behind her, his knees resting against her back to support her as his hands took her by the hips to hold her in place. "Remind me again, what it is you said about me? What was it you said Heather does again?"
Cody laughed a little before answering with a smile filled with mirth at the memory, "Heather does whatever the hell Heather wants to."
"Damn straight," Heather replied before shifting herself and claiming Cody's shoulder as a pillow, because she wanted to do it, because she wanted a good portion of her lithe wonderful body to by lying on top of Cody's firm and toned one. "And right now, what I want more than anything is to stop hiding. You deserve better from me after all the crap I've put you through. I'm tired of treating you based on how other people might react and not how I do feel. I'm tired of beating off guys with a stick now that they want me after I've become popular again and trying to explain why I've suddenly lost my libido," she then briefly paused as a naughty glint formed in her grey eyes. "Because we both know I feed my libido quite well beating off your stick." At that, she grabbed the hand Cody had been covertly sneaking down her back and planted it firmly on her rear. As she curled her hand, causing Cody's fingers to squeeze her butt, Heather added, "And if I'm not going to hide anymore, you need to do the same thing," letting go of his hand after giving it a few pats, she returned her hand to around his neck where it had been before. "You need to learn to ask me if you want something rather than trying to be sneaky about it."
Pouting, Cody sounding somewhat pathetic as he replied, "I was being smooth, not sneaky."
"Don't be, they aren't your thing." Heather said quickly. "It wasn't being smooth or sneaky that got your hand groping my ass and me enjoying it. If you had tried that on the cruise ship two years ago I would have fed you to that shark on the way back from Hawaii." Cody released a nervous chuckle as he scanned the waters for that oh so familiar fin, mainly out of fear knowing she wasn't lying. Heather noticed this and grinned in victory. "I don't like smooth anymore than I like sneaky."
Surprised at hearing that and enjoying the sight of Heather being in a good mood for the first time since arriving, Cody asked, "Really? Since when? Didn't you, like, write the book on being sneaky?"
Heather sagged before answering with a soft sharp, bitter tone, "I haven't liked sneaky since it got me waking up in a bed next to someone that wasn't you!"
Cody sighed before moving back so that he could see Heather's face. Then he kissed her nose before frowning. "I'm sorry Heather; I should have thought that one out before saying it."
When Heather didn't respond, Cody starting getting worried; knowing that she was retreating into that mental hole of hers that she hid in whenever she felt really upset. He knew he had to do something or she'd wallow in it for another three weeks, which he did not want. It had taken him a long time and a lot of work to get her to willingly smile in public, and he found himself missing that smile as of late. Weighing out his options, he picked the one thing he knew would work. It would either make her laugh or piss her off, but either way it would break her from her depression, one way or another.
"So...I was wondering...could you answer just one question about what happened? It's been bugging for a while now. After that, I'll never bring it up again, okay?" Though she didn't say anything, he could feel Heather nodding against his shoulder as her hair spread out to cover them both like a warm silk blanket. Gulping a few times, Cody finally put into words the only thing that had been bugging him for the last three weeks, aside from the obvious part of Heather having cheated on him.
"Why...I...I get that...you were drunk, but...you said that it was something you had been thinking about for awhile now...and you wanted it...so I guess what I wanted to know was...why was it...you know...a girl?" Heather didn't answer, and truthfully Cody really wanted her answer to this. His intention was to help get her out of the funk she had been stuck in for nearly a month now, but at the same time, few things hurt a guy's pride like finding out their girlfriend was leaving them for a woman. Even if Heather had made it more than clear that she wasn't going to leave him as long as he would have her, it still bothered him.
"I mean...yeah, I've heard rumors floating around school every now and then for years...but I never thought of you as, um, as being a…uh, well…?"
Looking up at Cody with a deadpan expression, Heather said the word she knew Cody was trying to avoid like the plague, "Lesbian?"
"No, no…" Cody said, having an epiphany, "I was going to say bisexual." Cody stopped when he saw Heather's eyes narrow slightly, though more in confusion than anger or annoyance. "Don't get me wrong, it's fine, great, if you are! It's just that…well, you never seemed to show any interest in girls at school...or during Total Drama now that I think about it."
That prompted a dry chuckle from Heather. "You don't know how wrong you are." She said shaking her head. Seeing Cody's look of interest, she knew there was no way to get out of this now. "Cody, bisexual...is a bit too strong of a word to use. I...will admit that I find both guys and girls to be interesting, and I will even admit that there have been a few girls I thought were attractive over the years, but this...what happened was...I like guys. Before Total Drama Island, I only experimented with a few girls, two, that I can even remember. The only time anything serious happened was at my initiation as a cheerleader freshman year, having to go through a massive...orgy with the entire cheerleading team." Heather stopped talking and gave Cody a mild glare. "You know Cody, since I'm using you as both a pillow and partial mattress, I can feel your reaction to that."
This prompted Cody to shoot Heather a deadpan glare worthy of Noah. "Heather, do you honestly believe any heterosexual guy wouldn't react like this to having their girlfriend drop a bomb like that on them? I mean; that's like a fucking hydrogen bomb!"
Sighing and rolling her eyes sarcastically, Heather shook her head before continuing. "It wasn't even a real orgy, just me and the other freshmen having to finger and eat out all the senior cheerleaders," ignoring his strained whimper she continued, "Anyways, it was actually on Total Drama Island that I...started to notice girls...or, at least to think about them, I guess? Well...particular girls anyways," she amended.
That instantly got Cody's attention. He prodded, "Which girls?"
For the briefest of moments, Heather's face flashed in panic, but being so close to Cody meant he didn't notice. However, an old memory reverberated in the back of her head.
'You know, we really do make a good team.'
In the silence that reigned, Cody continued to prod by asking, "Was one of them…Izzy?" Heather's eyebrows rose at that as her head also rose up to look Cody square in the eye. The look the Queen Bee sent his way effectively killed any notion of Izzy being one of the girls that had caught her eye. Cody blinked a few times. "What? Aside from being a little…crazy, Izzy was hot."
Heather groaned and dropped her face into his shoulder before muttering, "I'm beginning to question my choice in guys."
"Hey!" Cody said loudly, offended. "I didn't want you to think I'm a complete pervert and just say Lindsay!"
It took Cody a few moments to realize Heather's reaction to his words. For one, she was no longer looking him in the eye, for two, she was very quiet, and for three, she was very still.
The Tech Geek could have sworn that his jaw had dropped. Even so, he found himself able to speak. "No…way!" Heather squirmed and tried to avoid looking him in the eye. Seeing this, Cody was quiet for a few moments as he tried to quell his overactive imagination. Finally, after some difficulty, Cody pushed the thrilling thoughts in his head away and shrugged. "Well, it was just attraction, and I can't blame you for it. Besides, it's not you and Lindsay did anything, right?"
Cody noticed that Heather still wasn't looking at him. Now, despite it not being full of sand, Cody was quite sure that his jaw had hit the beach.
The Tech Geek's horn-dog nature came flooding within him as an unstoppable force. The images of his girlfriend (one of the hottest girls he's ever seen) doing who knows what wonderful things with one of the hottest girls alive blew his mind!
He imagined them giving each other erotic massages, taking showers together, making out, groping each other breasts, Heather dominating Lindsay, Lindsay dominating Heather...
Heather raised herself up like a cobra until her eyes were level with her boyfriend's. Once there, the twin grey orbs unleashed the strongest glare they had in years. The Tech Geek, completely unaffected continued to stare out into space with a flaming red face and goofy smile. He didn't turn his gaze back towards Heather until the Queen Bee angrily remarked, "Damn it Cody! That had better be a flashlight in your trunks!"
Still unfazed by the sharpness of Heather's remark, Cody turned to face his girlfriend, staring at her with a level of amazement and wonder reserved for when she was naked. That association made her even more uncomfortable as she looked away.
When his concern for Heather (finally noticing she was bothered by his reaction) cracked his aroused skull, Cody returned to the real world and coughed in an attempt to end the awkwardness. "Well, that's certainty…shocking." Cody began to say, hoping to change the subject, at least slightly before realizing something. "You know, now that I think about it...that...now it makes a lot more sense." Heather looked at her boyfriend, curious as to what he was talking about. "Now I get why Lindsay was so peeved when she arrived at Playa Da Loser after being eliminated. You weren't just her BFF…you were her GF too."
His statement shocked Heather, several emotions playing out across her face, starting with confusion, quickly switching with surprise, followed by something he didn't quite recognize before settling on annoyance. "Sorry to burst your boner bubble Cody, but that wasn't the case." Heather said. "We weren't a couple or secret lesbian lovers or anything, and I can safely say that I had no intention of going out with her once the show was over. Besides, Lindsay isn't a lesbian or even bisexual, she's just a bimbo that doesn't care who her partner is as long as she's enjoying herself," Heather stated quickly. Cody noticed her voice strained a bit at calling the friendly and bubbly blonde a "bimbo", but his thoughts were cut off by her continued miniature rant. "Even if she was, World Tour pretty much confirmed that Lindsay was, is, and always will be Tyler's girl." Then muttering it under her breathe, Heather added, "Lucky bastard."
"Yeah. Agreed." Cody said nodding his head. Once again, Heather glared at him, but this time even more sharply than before. "Hey, you said it! I was just agreeing with you!" Heather's glare was unaffected, and knowing that Heather could glare at him forever, Cody changed the subject, only slightly, "So, what exactly were you two if you weren't a couple?"
"I don't know. Fuck buddies, I guess." Heather said shrugging, but there was that same strained tone in her voice as before.
Cody noticed this and asked, "Are you sure there wasn't more to it than that?"
Glare rising ever so warningly, Heather shot back, "You know, it's rude to ask your girlfriend about another girl."
"Heather, I'm being serious." Cody said, brushing off her newest glare with surprising ease. "This isn't the first time you've acted like this either. Whenever we talk about Total Drama and Lindsay's name comes up, you get all…weird. She doesn't come up often, I'll give you that, but you get like this every time she does. You might not want to sleep with her anymore now, but is that all Lindsay really was to you then? A fuck buddy?"
"Yes! She was…but…" Heather then looked away from Cody, frowning a little bit and sighing, "I'm not...sure...I don't know okay! I'm still new to this whole…caring about other people, thing," pausing, Heather's eyes were running from side to side as though she was trying to speed read through a phonebook. "Lindsay is-was, the only person, before you at least, who thought there was...some good in me. That I was...that I wasn't a bad person...she...she even told me that once. And I betrayed her...just like I betrayed you," stopping to gather her thoughts, Heather continued hesitantly, "I never gave it a second thought, or felt guilty about what I did to her...not until..." Heather stopped, once again not wanting to say those words that had been haunting her for weeks now. Dismissing those thoughts as well as the thick mire of gloom that came with them, she continued. "If I had to pick one or the other, I'd say that I'm…not happy with Lindsay hating my guts."
Cody smiled at that, happy to hear that his girlfriend was able to admit as much. He knew that Heather had a hard time understanding some things, but she had an even harder time expressing and voicing certain things she did understand. "Well, maybe you should try and contact her? You might be able to make things up between you two."
For a number of times no one could be sure of, Heather again glared at her boyfriend. "You had your chance and you turned it down," she reminded, before adding, "Besides, I'm not interested in Lindsay anymore, not like that anyway."
Cody groaned and would have face palmed were his hands free to do so. "You know, contrary to popular belief, guys are capable of thinking about things aside from sex."
Heather wiggled a bit before remarking with a smirk, "The massive boner poking me in the stomach says otherwise."
Smirking back, Cody pointed out, "You're lying down on top of me; you should expect it by now." He chose to ignore her attempt at redirecting the conversation, this time. Heather snorted and rolled her eyes as she looked away from Cody grinning. "But Heather, I'm serious. I know you don't make friends easily, and that there are few if any people you really want as friends. As much I love being with you all the time, you really need to have people to bond with and spend time with besides me. And out of everyone from Total Drama, Lindsay is the one I could see forgiving you the easiest. She doesn't have a bad bone in her body and I honestly don't think she can even hold a grudge. You should try and be friends with her again."
"To be friends with someone again, you have to be friends with them in the first place." Heather pointed out.
Cody shrugged his shoulders, "So then maybe you could try and be friends with her. It's worth a shot; the worst that could happen is she says no. It couldn't hurt anything." Heather looked up at him for a moment in silence, and then she leaned forward and kissed him, offering a small smile. Though pleased, Cody asked, "What was that for?"
"For trying to distract me from thinking about the first day of school, and the fact that I cheated on you." Heather explained, pushing the third newly born demon to the back of her mind to deal with another day. Cody's eyes widened in surprise, leading to her asking with a smirk and raised eyebrow, "Did you forget just who it is you were trying to distract?" Her boyfriend looked guilty, and seeing that, Heather said with a genuine smile, "Thank you for trying, I really do appreciate it. But don't worry; I'm sure about this, I have no regrets, at all." She then laid her head back on his shoulder, emotionally and mentally drained from the conversation.
Cody nodded, as he started stroking her back, feeling the warm skin that had been heated up by the sun thanks to its only covering being a thin bikini string. "So," he said after doing this for several minutes in silence, "how should we do this? I don't exactly have a lot of experience with this kind of thing."
Heather rolled over a bit, now using Cody's torso as a pillow, facing out towards the ocean instead of looking at him. She hummed to herself and enjoying the feeling of Cody's quasi-backrub. After a few minutes of thought, she answered, "I'll pick you up at your house, then we'll drive together to school, walk hand-in-hand all the way from my car, and then you'll give me a passionate, tongue-filled kiss for everyone to see." Turning back over Heather saw his expression was somewhere between fear-stricken and enraptured. Caught between those two powerful emotions, the Tech Geek was completely paralyzed. Smirking, Heather knew of a way to end this emotional stalemate. In mock-seriousness, she asked, "What? You're sure as hell not going to be the one driving. Boyfriend or not, I refuse to be escorted to school by someone driving a rusty old piece of crap."
That snapped Cody out of his frozen state, with him getting truly offended at her remark he fired back, "My car is not a rusty old piece of crap! It's a classic! A cultural landmark recognized around the world even after thirty plus years!"
Nonplused, Heather snorted as she causally replied, "Those are just different ways of saying, 'a rusty, old piece of crap', no matter how many nerds have coveted its out of date design." Smirking, she waited for his reply, but when none came she looked to him and noticed that he was a bit zoned out. Heather sighed to herself in annoyance. As much as she loved Cody, she still couldn't embrace or even get a lot of his nerdy passions and interests. True, she had, to her endless shock and partial horror, enjoyed some of the movies he had managed to get her to sit though, but she found her old habit of dismissing all nerd culture to be very persistent. "Besides, it doesn't matter which car we go in. The point is I'll be right there with you. I'm not ashamed of you Cody, I'll admit that I use to be, but those days are gone now. I don't give a damn what anyone thinks of you being my boyfriend. It's taken me two years, but I finally understand that I have to live my life for myself, nobody else." Her boyfriend still hadn't responded to a word she said. "Cody? Hello, I'm giving a heartfelt speech here, you know!? Are you even listening to me!?"
Finally spurred by her own curiosity at Cody's continued lack of focus on her, Heather turned to look in the direction he was facing. When she did, she instantly figured out what was up. Cody was shamelessly staring at a young woman who had just strolled onto the beach, an extremely attractive super model grade hottie in a criminally small bikini. Blonde, busty, and built like a goddess, Heather reasonably assumed that the young woman was either Scandinavian or possibly Dutch based on her features. After looking her over for a few seconds, she bumped into Cody. Once she finally had Cody's attention, she nodded her head towards the woman. Cody looked horrified before looking away from the woman in guilt. The Queen Bee was quiet, but only for a moment as she developed a small smirk. "You know," Heather began to say casually, "If I had been sitting where you are, I'd have been distracted myself…at least until I noticed her tan is as fake as her tits."
The Tech Geek's head whipped around so fast that he gave himself whiplash. This caused Heather to laugh, before shaking her finger in a playful, warning gesture.
"Tell you what, we can sit here for awhile and you can undress her with your eyes," Heather started, causing Cody to look away in shame once more. She pulled his face until it was looking directly at hers again, and then whispered with a certain naughty tone she knew he would catch the meaning of, "or we can go back to our condo and you can undress me with your teeth. Your choice."
Dumbfounded, Cody watched as Heather got up, brushed the visible specs of sand from herself, then started walking back towards their condo. It was impossible for him to miss the extra sway in her hips.
Not even sparing the blonde a second glance, Cody quickly got up and followed after her.
Cody had reached his and Heather's condo in record time, but Heather was nowhere to be found. He knew she had a head start on him but he didn't think it was that much of a head start. Though to be fair, Cody had been slowed down by the spikes in pleasure caused by the raging boner between his legs pressing up against his swim trunks with every step he took.
With his erect self still burdening him, Cody quickly searched their temporary home for any trace of her. Most young men, when looking for their girlfriend who had given the green light for sex would have gone straight for the bedroom. However, Cody wasn't most young men, and more importantly Heather wasn't most girlfriends. While he and Heather done the deed many times in various bedrooms, his, hers, even once in her parents' in a display of gratifying revenge, he quickly learned that just about every single room in a house could be the stage for their exploits. Thanks to Heather's past experiences and Cody's willingness to try just about anything, they had had sex with each other in just about every room of their respective homes, from bedrooms to living rooms, kitchens to bathrooms, basements to attics, and even the occasional storage closet. Unknowingly going through this order, Cody first checked the bedroom, living room, and kitchen…with no sign of Heather anywhere. Moving as a blur, he ran to the bathroom.
Once he was standing in the opened doorway to the bathroom, Cody froze and smiled. Waiting for him in front of the opened shower was Heather, still in her bikini but smirking with her arms crossed under her breasts to accentuate her cleavage.
"It's about time you got here," Heather said, not sounding nearly as ticked as she usually did when Cody was late for something, in part because she could see that the gears in Cody's head (the one on his shoulders) had finished turning as he showed a huge smile.
The Tech Geek inwardly cheered when he saw that the shower door was open as he remembered the previous times this set up had presented itself. Among the many things Cody liked doing with (and to) Heather, shower sex was easily in his top five. Naturally, after the Queen Bee discovered this information she put it to good use. Previously, whenever one of her lovers suggested the idea, she would instantly shoot it down. For her, showers were her alone time; it was a place free of worries, fears, or family issues. Nothing, and nobody was allowed to invade her most sacred sanctuary, her one and only retreat from all that we know as every day life.
At least, that had been the case prior to one accidental encounter in the communal showers of Camp Wawanakwa with a certain busty blonde. What followed had only lasted for a few weeks, and Heather still wasn't sure what to call it. With Cody, however, it was a different story, at least being partly intentional.
True to her word, the weekend after she learned about her parents' impending divorce, Heather brought a suitcase filled with changes of clothes for herself, along with an assortment of makeup, shampoo, conditioner, lotions, moisturizers, and other essentials. It took her a good ten minutes to explain that, no she wasn't moving in with him, that her parents hadn't divorced that quickly, and she was simply leaving what she needed to stay over at his place for the weekends.
It then took her twenty minutes to explain that yes she only brought things she absolutely needed for weekend stays, while she remained at her father's estate for the rest of the week. It simply made sense, why should she not take advantage of a hot relaxing shower before leaving? She needed one anyways so it was efficient, but more importantly it helped relax her mood just a little bit more before returning back there, where both of her parents lived until her mother was forced out.
From there it had been the same, days filled with fucking, Heather teaching Cody more of what she had learned from previous lovers, and building up his meager stamina. When they were done, Heather would take her shower, and depending on how bad Cody wanted (or needed) one he would either wait for her to finish, or take the icy frigid downstairs option.
This changed after several weeks due to a rather embarrassing accident or interesting incident (depending on who you asked). Heather had been teaching Cody the finer points in how to eat pussy, something he had been very hesitant to do and very reluctant to try. It hadn't taken much to sway his opinion, however. She simply had to guilt trip him over all the times she had given him head since they got together and he caved without a fight. Heather was pleased with this development as she found herself missing and wanting it more and more as of late. During that first lesson, after finally getting Cody over himself and his face buried in her cooch, she did exactly what she always did the first time she introduced Cody to something new. She told him what to do, how to do it, and why he should. It had been going well, and while ignoring his complaints and protests she was enjoying herself. That was, until it happened.
To this day, just thinking about it was enough to turn her red with embarrassment down to the roots of her hairs. Cody did something with his tongue, but she still couldn't figure out what it was, all she did know was the effect it had and the results afterwards. Heather knew that she tended to be loud when having sex; she knew that she was a very vocal lover. She had no problem with that as in her mind it was the best way to convey her pleasure or displeasure to her partner. The only exception was when the subconscious fear of being discovered became too much. She also knew that she was a bit on the rough side at times, dominant, demanding, and a bit of a tease. But that day she added another title to her rather long list of sexual accomplishments and accolades, one that left her mortified for days afterwards.
Squirter.
Though if Cody had been the one to recount the experience (not that Heather would ever allow it) gusher would have been his choice instead.
Rising from between her spread and still quivering legs, looking for all the world like he had just been hit in the face with a water balloon was her boyfriend, sputtering, coughing, and spiting, before looking at her with an expression that was forever burned into her memory. Should the phrase 'What the fuck!?' ever end up in a Dictionary, his expression would be its definition.
After retreating to the shower, both to hide in embarrassment as well as to allow her boyfriend to completely strip the bed down to its mattress, she tried to figure out just what had happened. She had been eaten out plenty before, by more than enough people in more than enough positions and situations, but never in her life had that happened before. Heather was unable to determine if the explanation lied in it being so long since being eaten out or if Cody had some God-given talent for the deed but she felt both more pathetic and pleased than she had in quite a long time.
When he came knocking on the inside of the door, and in true Cody fashion, entering with his eyes covered, she knew what he was going to ask. It was the same thing he asked every Sunday evening before she left him. But for the first time, instead of turning him away, she pulled back the shower curtain and wordlessly allowed him into her sanctuary.
What followed had been surprisingly...different than what she expected. After spending several long minutes with his face under the showerhead, which only caused her blush of shame to spread to her toes, he cleared his throat to get her attention, and upon looking back to him she noticed he was looking away from her. Quietly, shyer than she had seen him in months, he spoke.
"I-if you'd like, I-um, I can wash your back and, you know, you wash mine?"
And that's all there was to it, as much as she expected otherwise, especially due to the fact they hadn't actually done anything else aside from the one attempted lesson. He was nervous and twitchy as hell, but at the same time he showed just as much if not more reverence for her body as he did when they were tangled together between the sheets of his bed.
After that, it just became part of their routine, something they did together, before she would leave him prior to the start of a new week. It was after the fifth weekend at his place, after she still couldn't get the image of his face that day out of her mind that she decided to do something about it. She knew what he wanted, she knew what thoughts and desires were running around the back of his mind whenever she would feel his soapy hands gliding across her breasts, hips, and thighs. He was male after all, and the evidence was difficult to ignore. So, she gave it to him.
It was in equal parts to make up for the incident several weeks prior as it was part of her efforts to increase Cody's sexual stamina that Heather indulged him after that day. To her shock, Heather found that she enjoyed it quite a bit. It took her a little while to reconcile that fact but once she did, Cody was no longer the one initiating the 'shower-shagging' as he put it. Sometimes, Heather found herself mentally chuckling as a certain stray thought would enter her mind on occasion, 'The first guy who I fucked in the shower, Cody found some scrap of virginity left in me after all…'
After reveling in the look of pure elation on Cody's face, Heather spoke up once again. "We've been on the beach all day, so we both have all that nasty, gritty sand in cracks and places so hard to reach. Don't you think we should help each other to make sure we get every single. Little. Bit. Of sand out?" Cody nodded his head so fast that he looked like a drinky-drinky bird on cocaine. Heather giggled lightly, a girly pearl of laughter she knew would make Cody smile or drive his cock crazy with it all depending on how much (or little) she was wearing at the time. "I didn't think you'd object to that idea," she said, flashing a sincere if not knowing smirk. She then turned her back to Cody and lifted her waist-long raven-black hair to reveal an olive expanse of skin, covered only by a thin purple bikini string. "Would you mind helping me out?"
Before Heather knew what happened, she felt Cody's slightly twitching fingers grab at the knot of her bikini, then release it after just barely tugging it. Feeling his hands moving down her sides, her confusion grew as she felt a tickle of breath along her back as the string was pulled and the knot undone with little to no effort. Turning to face her boyfriend, it took considerable effort on her part to keep her smirk in place and not burst out laughing when she saw her top dangling from his teeth by the string. It only remained there for a moment however, as the moment her fully exposed upper body was revealed to him it dropped to the cerulean titled floor along with his jaw. As Heather had come to expect (and enjoy), Cody was gawking at her in wonder, surprise, reverence and no small touch of prideful satisfaction.
Just as he did every single time he saw Heather's body, Cody thanked whatever forces controlled the universe for letting this piece of perfection be in his life. While Heather's breasts might have remained the same full B-cup they had been after Total Drama World Tour, never having grown as a small part of Cody had secretly hoped they would when it started looking more and more like she might become his first girlfriend, they were so firm and supple that he would gladly take them over breasts several cup sizes larger. Their large, sensitive nipples were just the icing on the cake.
Once Cody was finished marveling at her beautiful B-cup breasts, he moved closer to her, in awe at just how smooth her skin was. Thanks to her obsession of making her body as perfect as possible, Heather had very healthy skin, so smooth that he could imagine it being possible to snowboard down its curves if she allowed it. To Cody, Heather was a living work of art, a flawless marble statue given wonderful life, that he had somehow become the privileged audience allowed view.
As the Tech Geek stood in front of Heather, he started to notice something. It took him a few moments, but the longer he looked, the more sure he was of his observation. After two years of knowing her and over a year of dating her, for once, he was the taller one!
Those watching Total Drama likely assumed that Heather was a taller girl, but she hadn't been. During her time on Total Drama, Heather had only been five feet and three inches tall. But thanks to what she assumed was a final spurt of growth, she was now five foot four, closer to the height that many would have pegged her as. Cody had grown a lot more than Heather in the time since Total Drama, however. The Tech Geek standing before the top-nude Queen Bee was five feet and six inches tall. Heather's eyes were either level with or just below his chin. After spending the majority of his life looking up at people, he found that looking down at someone was a treat. Right now, simply looking down at his girlfriend was enough to give him a small smile.
Heather saw this and returned a small smile of her own, though a part of her missed physically towering over Cody and the power it held, a bigger part was thankful to have him becoming closer to what she thought her ideal boyfriend should look like. There had been changes in him since Total Drama, aside from just the obvious height difference as well. His previously scrawny body had become a little less scrawny since then, becoming a bit leaner, and a little bit more built up, just now showing the first hints of muscle. There was no way he could be mistaken for having a six-pack or bulging muscles, but for the first time in his life Cody had some obvious and visible tone and definition.
Thankfully for both teens, the time for staring at each other had past. This was proven by Cody kissing the side of Heather's neck, causing her to moan lightly. Her skin was just as soft and sensitive as always, but he also felt tiny bits of coarseness on his lips this time. Sand, little specs of sand that managed to lodge themselves on her. This made Cody grin, as now he had good reason to be very thorough with her!
Knowing from past experience that if he could get Heather fired up before getting in the shower that she would return the favor and the fervor two fold, Cody continued to his assault on her neck before moving up to her jaw, then moving to her lips to share several heated kisses. When he felt her smirk drop into a hungry smile, he knew it was time to pick things up. His lips moved back down her neck, across her collarbone, before lingering on her breasts. While Cody knew that Heather loved when he paid attention to her legs, and he himself being a leg-man made this more than easy, his love for Heather's two perfectly sculpted breasts was a close match.
After giving each breast more than its fair share of kisses, licks, suckles, nips, squeezes and kneading, he knew that he was on the right path based on the higher pitch and increasing frequency of her moans. From there his now sand covered lips found their way down her toned washboard stomach, where they picked up more sand and salt, neither of which he minded. He felt himself smirk when he felt her abs twitch and shudder as his breathe tickled across the tanned olive expanse of skin. Finally, dry cracked lip came into contact with soft wet cloth and Cody's smirk became a full blown grin when Heather's hands came to rest on top of his head to maintain balance. From his kneeling position, the procession of kisses was briefly interrupted when his teeth bit down on the right string tie of her bikini bottoms and gave a playful tug, undoing the knot with less effort than he had her top. This was followed by another trail of kisses across her abdomen, to her hip, until his teeth found the sister string of her bottoms and gave them a quick tug as he had done previously, letting gravity do the rest of the work for him.
Part of him knew that Heather would be annoyed at him for distracting her from what had become one of her favorite sights, him on his knees before her, but he had no intention of stopping at this point. Cody looked up at Heather, savoring the image on her angelic Asian face. Eyes closed, and teeth biting down hard on her lips, it wasn't exactly a rare sight, but he loved it all the same. His eyes traveled down followed the raven black landing strip now revealed to him that lead towards her damp slit. He brought his lips to Heather's (in a sense) and offered a several lingering kisses, the small amount of saliva left on his lips washing away the little grains of sand and salt gathered there.
Heather's moaning turned to hisses, and then groans before growing in strength to full blown shouts with each kiss and lick, not giving a damn if she was too loud or anyone had heard her. It was a rare thing for her, not having to silence herself while having sex with Cody. In the back of her mind she always feared someone would hear her, even if she knew logically that there was no one around for miles. Being in another country seemed to erase this fear, though it could have also been due to how long it had been since she and Cody had last had sex.
"Ok, that's enough! Get up now! Let me strip you so we can get in this fucking shower already!" Heather shouted, her voice cracked and her fingers twitched as she tried to pull him up while her own legs were barely able to support her own weight.
The moment Cody stood; he felt Heather's fingers hooked at his waistband, and before he could even form a thought his trunks were on the floor alongside her bikini. His penis was exposed, already at about half-mast, but growing harder by the second. Heather's brief look of hunger helped with that. In their time together, Heather had seemingly become addicted to the spire of man-meat attempting to reach her, though no more so than Cody had become addicted to her entire body.
Because of this growing need she was feeling, Heather turned and was about half way into the shower, with one foot over the tub's higher edge, before she stopped herself. Turning back around, out of the corner of her eye she saw the look of disappointment on Cody's face. Previously, before their shower romps, they would spend quite a bit of time stripping each other, kissing each other, touching, feeling, holding and groping everything the other had to offer. Cody had done this for Heather just as always…but Heather had robbed Cody this time. While Heather honestly just wanted to get in the shower and get started already, she knew that she needed to correct that oversight. Turning back to him, she slowly sauntered her way back to him with a pouting frown. "I'm sorry sweetie, I forgot all about you. Here, let me make it up to you…and your cock," she whispered seductively.
Usually, during the shower sex warm-up, both Cody and Heather only lingered on each other's upper bodies. The lower regions, despite being more sensitive and causing the most pleasure only got a few quick pecks. So Cody was shocked when Heather dropped to her knees and brought her puckered lips to his penis cap. Instead of a few quick pecks, Heather was nearly making out with his cock, just a step or two short of a full blowjob. After several of these near make-out kisses, Heather raised herself back to her feet.
"Forgive me for missing the rest of you?" Heather asked, maintaining her seductive tone but allowing a little of the honest worry she felt to creep into her voice. Cody nodded his head, still reeling from the fact that Heather had almost been sucking his dick. "Good, I'm glad to hear that," she said, warmly with a smile. "Just give me a second so I can get the water on. Once we're in, there won't be any more rushing…I promise," she offered with her most seductive smile before turning from him once more. With that, the Queen Bee entered the shower and gently closed the curtain.
Cody stood there as good as brain-dead until he heard the pitter-pattering of the shower running. Through the curtain, he saw the slim silhouette of Heather as she slowly ran her hands over her body, in particular her breasts and ass to entice him into joining her.
Mentally noting that the shower was only one of the three things in the room now turned on, Cody quickly slipped into the condo's large shower, needing no more convincing. He released the tiniest of gasps at the sight that met him.
Before him was Heather, her long hair clinging to her skin, seemingly in an attempt to cover and hide her beauty from both her lover and the world itself. When she turned to face him, Cody was met with his personal favorite sight, the soaked strips of ebony obscuring her smirking face and piercing eyes.
Looking him over, Heather had much the same sentiment about her boyfriend. The water bouncing and sliding off of his body was leaving a shining glaze where it fell and trailed. As much as she wanted to avoid looking, lest she boost Cody's ego too much, Heather found herself marveling at the size of the half erect member dangling between his legs. As it was becoming more and more erect, she had to fight harder and harder to keep the smirk from showing through. True to Heather's hopes, Cody's cock had grown along with the rest of him. He still wasn't the biggest she ever had, but he was safely in the running for second place now.
Thoughts of his cock would have to wait for now. First, they had to get cleaned up…very thoroughly.
"Cody, I've been a very dirty girl lately." Heather said seductively, only partially referring to the sand on her skin. "I don't want to be dirty anymore," she paused, forcing down the memories of what happened that night as she continued. "I want to be clean again, if you wanted to help me?"
"Sa-sure I do…ba-but…" Cody struggled to say.
"But?" Heather asked with a sexy, raised eyebrow as she got an idea. With that, she turned her attention from Cody, under the guise of getting the bottles of body wash and shampoo that she and Cody had brought. As she did, Heather intentionally swayed her ass back and forth, the shimmering water running down its span adding that right amount of unfamiliarity that got Cody even more fired up in the water.
After staring for a few seconds, Cody couldn't take it anymore and his brain finally started sending the signals to properly respond to the sight before him. He grabbed Heather by the shoulder and pulled her around to face him before pressing into her with a deep soul-searing kiss. Heather released a soft gasp; both at how direct he was being as well as from what she felt being pressed up against her. She pushed her hands against the warmness of his chest as her entire body was flattened against him.
Cody wasn't exactly Charles Atlas, but he was more than capable of overpowering Heather when it came to sheer strength. He had height, weight, and raw size on his side, though Heather was infinitely in better shape than he was due to years of ballet and cheerleading. Despite being physically stronger than her however, Cody had no doubt that Heather could kick his ass quite easily if she wanted to. It didn't matter much in the end as Heather had no desire to escape Cody's grasp at this time. When Cody released her lips only to once again claim the weak point he had long ago discovered on her neck, the Queen Bee moaned as her body shuddered in pleasure, basking in the warmth of the water as well as his much warmer body.
"But…" Cody said, picking where he left off, "I want to get a little dirtier first."
Within seconds two hungry pair of lips met once more. Heather wrapped her arms around Cody's neck while the Tech Geek's hands helped themselves to the firm globes of muscle that formed what in his opinion was the world's most perfect ass. Their tongues danced as twin serpents, no fighting or contest for control, just an ever increasing sense of hunger and desperation as their caresses became stronger and stronger under the falling water.
As they made out, it was impossible for Cody not to notice the pointed nipples poking his chest or the breasts they were connected to being crushed against him. While Cody loved Heather's breasts exactly as they were, their smaller size did limit some of their illicit activities, he knew for example after their first time together that he would never get to engage in one of his most secret sexual fantasies…a titty-fuck. In the back of his mind he heard a voice reminding him of how she had given him the occasional titty-washing, and another voice then arguing that it wasn't the same thing, especially with boobs as small as hers. But amid the charges of pleasure washing across his brain, Cody wasn't thinking about what he couldn't do with Heather, only what he could.
With that thought in mind, Cody ended the kiss and whispered into Heather's ear, "Let's clean up, I'll wash you, you wash me."
Heather could barely contain her excitement when she saw Cody grab her favorite body wash shampoo, Sour Apple; Heather in turn reached for the bottle closest to her, knowing that Cody didn't really care what scent was on him, only how it got on him.
Thanks to the brief delay of not having a bottle of body wash shampoo ready, Cody was popping the lid off and on her first. The Queen Bee gasped as she felt Cody's fingers and thumbs dripping in thick dark green body wash graze along the curvature of her spine. It was moments like this that reminded Heather of just how much power she had handed over to him. The first time they did this, the first time she allowed him into her private sanctuary from the rest of the world, a voice screamed in the back of her mind to stop, that she couldn't appear weak, she couldn't risk coming across as being submissive. By now, that voice was all but mute within the confines of her very satisfied mind. And she was glad that this was the case as that voice would have ruined the mood created by Cody's hands roving up and down her back. The Sour Apple body wash was getting frothy, transforming into a cloud of white foam and millions of tiny iridescent bubbles spreading across her back and trailing down her backside and thighs.
As tempting as it was to simply let Cody continue washing her back, Heather turned to face him. She snapped the lid off the bottle in hand that she couldn't even name and put a few dollops on her fingers. Knowing how much Cody loved it when she went slowly, Heather lashed a tight chain around her libido and glided her soapy fingers along the ridges of his chest. She lingered on his nipples, enjoying the flash of power when she felt Cody shutter through the lathered soapy foam on her hands. Heather then brought her hands up to his shoulder blades, digging her fingers into the firm muscles before gently but sensually rubbing down Cody's arms then back up to his ribs.
Cody poured more of the Sour Apple wash into his hands before running them through Heather's hair. The Queen Bee closed her eyes and relished in the feeling, releasing a low satisfied moan at his ministrations, the same way she always did when he would wash her hair and dig his fingers into her scalp. She always loved it when Cody would run his fingers through her long, thick threads of raven-black hair, and she would always shutter the tiniest bit when she felt the little patterns he'd trace on her head. Ever since Total Drama Island, she had something of an obsession with her hair. This obsession in turn led to a surprising discovery and confession from her Tech Geek lover that she was still very thankful for.
It had been a simple comment, a jest really, when he offered to wash her hair for her after they started their routine of sharing a shower every Sunday before she left. She told him to go ahead since he couldn't cause any lasting damage, that she was going to get it cut Tuesday anyways. She was surprised when he frowned at her comment, at first thinking he had taken her joke seriously and had been hurt by the offhand remark. That was disproven when he informed her that he wished she'd let it grow out more, that he'd always thought long hair made a woman look even more beautiful. That had been eight months ago, and at the time her hair was just half way down her back. Now it reached just past her waist at the longest point, with only occasional trimming work aside she was content to let it continue growing.
Feeling especially eager after he finished massaging her scalp, Heather moved her attention to Cody's hair…just not the hair on his head, well, not on the head on his shoulders. One of her hands, currently stroking Cody's ribs, began moving downward ever so slowly. Leaving a trail of soapy suds in its wake over his skin in their wake and just barely scrapping him with her fingernails as they made their way down. Cody gasped as he felt slickened fingertips carefully caressing his hardened rod. No matter where they were, nothing got Cody more fired up than Heather handling his cock in some way. The notion of a young woman as beautiful and divine as Heather willingly pleasuring him by playing with his penis always gave him a massive boost in self-esteem as well as hormonal pleasure. Even so, he preferred the shower, with shower hand-jobs and shower blowjobs being among his favorite activities for a very specific reason.
As bad of a horn-dog as he was, and still was, he treasured every moment of every minute he had with her since their relationship started, and those shared moments every Sunday were the last thing he would have with her before she would leave him to return to her parents. It was a chance to hold her in his arms for just a little longer, be it minutes or seconds. If she happened to do something to him while he was holding her, that just added to the memories that had to hold him over until the following weekend.
Wanting to up the ante to match Heather, Cody brought both of his frothy hands to her chest, to the twin set of marvelously feminine glory adorning her. Drawing from a year of experience and the fact that his hands were already thoroughly lathered, the Tech Geek massaged her breasts with as much care and firmness as he could offer. This was followed by his lapping tongue and suckling lips over her sensitive areola and stiff hard nipples. The brief bitter taste of the soap didn't deter Cody one bit, as there were far worse ways to have ones mouth washed out than licking their girlfriend's soapy breasts. As his tongue and lips offered praise and thanks to one breast, Cody's fingers twisted and pulled on its lonely twin to keep it company. He knew she loved it when he was rough with her; especially her nipples and clit, so he held nothing back. Releasing her breast from his lips, he took hold of both nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and smirked when he felt they were hard enough to cut glass. Without waiting to let her catch her breath, he rotated them as though they were the dials on an old safe, relishing in her shocked gasps and sharp outcries of "fuck" with each twist and pull.
As their soapy hands felt, held or pulled at whatever part of their lover they damn well pleased, Cody and Heather's faces moved closer to each other, until their noses were all gently touching, as though they were engaged in a long, lipless kiss. Eye to eye, no words were spoken; instead the two commutated through shared smiles of joy, moans of pleasure, gasps of surprise, curses of passion and intimate touches. Both sets of hands continued to roam over their lover's soaked and warm bodies. As one hand rubbed along Cody's chest, its sister entertained itself with his cock. To answer her, as one hand gently squeezed and caressed her breasts, its brother began to explore her nether lips, wet for reasons other than the cascading water running down their bodies.
The feeling of his penis being so lovingly attended to by his goddess of a girlfriend made Cody bite Heather's bottom lip before planting a light, lingering kiss on her lips, followed by her jaw, then returning to his favorite weak point on her neck. Soon Heather was having trouble standing and acting on reflex wrapped her arms tightly around Cody's shoulders, pushing him away from her neck before pulling him back into another, much deeper kiss.
Usually by this point, Heather would wrap her legs around Cody, the strength the Queen Bee had remaining in her legs determining what would happen next. If she was only able to reach his waist, Heather would find herself getting fucked hard and slammed against the cold, hard tiles of the wall. If she could get her legs draped over his shoulders however, he'd eat her out thoroughly; the feeling of water droplets splashing against her joined by Cody's tongue slithering in and out of her until her knees buckled…after which she was slammed against the cold, hard tiles of the wall.
However, right now, as fired up as she was, Heather couldn't even bend her knees, let alone lift her legs; the weight of her pleasure pulling them down as if they were made of lead.
Realizing this, Cody had an idea, a way to return the favor for all the things she had done for him, and to help make sure she knew he had forgiven her for what happened three weeks ago. He was tired of her clinging to that guilt, and if his words hadn't made that apparent, then he'd prove it with his actions.
Moving as slowly and carefully as he could, being mindful of the slippery tiled floor, Cody lowered himself until his bare bottom was resting on the soapy tiles. With Heather still holding tightly to him, she was carried along for the ride. Between the angle, slick tiles and Cody pulling on her, it was a foregone conclusion that she was going to fall, but instead of hard tiles, she fell onto something hot and soft, followed by a massive shaft poking the lips of her mound. Looking around in bewilderment, it took a moment for Heather to realize she was sitting on Cody's lap.
Even amid the mighty urge to continue pleasuring themselves, the two teens froze as they stared at each other. For several long moments the only movement being the deep haggard breaths between them and the falling water overhead.
Looking up at him, Heather saw tears crisscrossing and running down his eyes and face. Before she could ask him what was wrong she realized that the tears weren't real, but an illusion created but the still running waters that rained down upon them. He was smiling, his eyes weren't enflamed or red, but it still struck her hard just like the last time she saw him cry. As she was sitting in his lap staring into his eyes, Heather saw the memories running across her eyes yet again, flashbacks to when she revealed she had cheated on him. A tidal wave of guilt and self-hatred flooded her once more. The memories were still so raw that just thinking about them made her heart twist and writhe.
She had done many terrible and hurtful things to others in her lifetime, always without any delay or side effects, but never had she felt more vile and grotesque than when she saw those tears rolling down his cheeks. It was the first time in her life Heather had ever felt the crushing weight of guilt settle on her shoulders. But despite how badly she had hurt him…he forgave her. The image of Cody crying then melted away, as if the shower was purging it, and in its place she saw him as he was now, staring down at her lovingly. Feeling the familiar sense of openness she only could with Cody, she smiled.
Cody saw this smile and returned one in kind. The revelations of today were still fresh in his mind. His girlfriend had had sex with Lindsay, the girl who all but defined hotness. As far as he was concerned, that meant she could literally pick any person she wanted on Earth, male or female, and claim them as hers so long as they had no qualms with her being a woman. Three-fourths of the human population was open to her, yet…she somehow not only had chosen him, but she actually loved him. Even after a year of being with him, even after she had all but reclaimed her popularity at their high school at the end of the previous year, even after it had gotten to the point where the hotter guys were throwing themselves at her…she remained with him and continued to love him.
And he wanted to show Heather how much that meant to him as often as he could, in anyway that presented itself.
With that in mind, Cody made the first move, by placing one hand to Heather's right breast and lovingly groping it. That got a series of light moans from Heather, but her moans became near operatic when she felt where the other hand went. Five skilled and well-practiced digits quickly began working her saturated lower lips. Every touch lingered only as long as needed, firmly and confidently seeking and manipulating her weakest points. As limp as her legs were, Heather found her toes were curling painfully as Cody's flicked over her now awakened clit. After several minutes of teasing her outer lips, Cody moved onto the main event, sliding one finger into her passage. Biting her lip they both hissed, Heather in pleasure from the invading finger, Cody in pain as her nails dug into his shoulders. Continuing to push the intruding finger in and out at a slow and steady pace, he waited until her grip lessened and her nails were no longer buried in his shoulders to add his ring finger to its longest brother in her slick passage.
The feeling of his second finger invading her caused Heather's eyes roll up and head throw back. Moaning Cody's name, her voice spiked when his fingers scissored open as they retracted from a particularly deep penetration. It was at this point that movement finally return to Heather, but only in the form of her lazily attempting to thrust her hips into Cody's fingers, to drive them deeper in. She loved the feeling of his fingers sliding and moving around within her soft vaginal walls.
In fact, Heather overall just loved getting fingered. Though it might have been sparked with her initiation in the cheerleader squad, it had been her time with Lindsay during Total Drama Island that gave her an appreciation for the art. Part of what made it appeal to her was that it was a universal thing that any lover could offer her so long as they had fingers, it didn't matter if they were a guy or a girl. The same could be said about getting eaten out of course, but Heather was divided on that particular issue. She knew Cody didn't particularly enjoy eating her out, but that aside the fact remained that Cody was far better at fingering her than he was at eating her out. Based on the few experiences she had with being on the receiving end of oral sex, she preferred a girl's tongue were she being honest. Though it was possibly just a case of simply never having had a skilled male tongue to make that call. On the flip side of the coin, there was no doubt in her mind that she preferred having a guy finger her. Girls might have had more flexibility and sharper fingers that could scratch where no man could, but she would always choose the thicker, rougher fingers of a man, even if they weren't very skilled. Which certainly wasn't the case as Cody's fingers continued pumping and maneuvering around within her now. The only thing on his mind right now was making her cum.
The warm water pouring down on the two made their efforts slightly more difficult as they had to struggle more to keep their positioning, Heather occasionally started to slide out of Cody's lap once she started bucking her hips into the fingers driving into her, but she didn't mind the extra effort as it was also far more pleasurable than just sitting on his lap. Every drop of water was felt on their skin, not as a distraction, but as an additional sensation to their already over stimulated minds. The water leaving pathways of warmth as it trickled down their already heated skin. Every inch of their bodies was surrounded, encased, and caressed by warmth; no part missed by the shower's spray or the others embrace. It was like thousands of tiny feathery kisses that lingering on her back and his arms. The shower's kisses having the strongest effect on Heather when they found their way into her heated core along with Cody's fingers when they used her shower wand back home. It was like being fingered and eaten out at the same time.
Time had long since been lost amid the steam of the running shower that bathed the two lovers in its thick shroud. After what felt like an eternity, Heather finally came. With her wonderful voice as soft and angelic as any living person ever heard, Heather shouted Cody's name to the heavens in pure ecstasy as her juices ran out over the Tech Geek's hand and lap, the running waters washing it down the drain as it swirled into the opening's blackness.
Heather didn't know if it was because it was shower sex specifically, or if it was just a coincidence of the timing with her finally being able to release the guilt that had been festering within her, but what she did know was that she felt happier than she could ever remember as she stared up into Cody's eyes. Her orgasm having been a modern-day baptism: washing away her worries and despairs, her sins and mistakes. Unnoticeable due to the falling waters overhead, several small tears skirted down her face to the drain below. Only deep love lingered now in her grey eyes. Cody could have sworn that he felt his heart melt at the sight.
The daze of her orgasm remained until Heather felt the raging boner pressing between her butt cheeks. It was only then that Heather realized Cody had had that same boner this entire time, but had only been concerned with her.
Smiling, Heather took Cody's cock in one hand and started pumping it, her grip tight when she pulled but lax on the return stroke. Cody was shocked by the development but as his loud moans proved he didn't mind it one bit.
After what couldn't have been more than thirty seconds, Cody came in a white volcanic spray, his girlfriend's hand capping him to prevent it from covering them both in white ribbons and ropes until he finally stopped. Lifting her hand between them, he could see the hot, sticky semen that clung to her palm and fingers as she raised it to her mouth and licked it clean, from each individual digit to her palm down to the single string running down her wrist and forearm without pause. Despite the abundance of water, the Tech Geek felt his mouth turn just a little bit dryer with each bob of her throat until the appendage was clean as it had been before they started.
Smiling wolfishly, Heather finally spoke. "Cody," her voice sensual and sexually charged as she quickly eyed his once again hardening member, "I think we need another shower."
The look of shock left Cody's face, giving way to his usual goofy smile. While reaching up for the bottle of body wash shampoo, Cody said, "I can do that."
From there, Cody and Heather spent the next two hours in the shower, cleaning each other, then fucking, which in turn resulted in them needing to get clean again, which lead to them fucking again. At any given time, the shower was washing away some form of liquid from at least one of them, if not both of them. But not one among them was a tear. This never-ending pattern continued until they were physically incapable of continuing any further. And while the water bill for their time at the condo would later prove to be through the roof, both Cody and Heather agreed that it was more than worth it.
And that was the most recent chapter of this story. As always, I hope you liked it.
All right, let's address the elephant in the room…Heather cheated on Cody, yes, and she did so with a girl. I can't go into the reasons why this decision was made but let's just say that Kenju and me have some unique developments planned for later on. As you might imagine however, I'm very curious to see how people react to this so please leave your thoughts about this reveal (and the rest of the chapter) in a review, ok?
Ok, moving away from that section of the author's notes let's move to the lemon that actually took up more pages in the Word document than the rest of its content! ;) But seriously, that was never intended to be the case. But once I started writing the lemon, I couldn't stop myself from adding more and more. It happens sometimes. It might not be needed but this lemon was meant to both be a metaphorical purging of Heather's guilt for what had happened before and a contrast to the previous chapter, in which the two teens took separate showers and felt awkward with each other when naked. Now, after another year together, those feelings are long gone. Also, whereas the first lemon mainly focused on Cody getting pleasure, this time it was Heather who got most of the focus.
Anyway, just as in the previous chapter, there are things being mentioned which you don't know yet. Don't worry; those things will come into the picture later on.
I just have one last thing to say. Technically, most of the next chapter on my end of things is done, thanks to the fact that I had a small amount of free time at this early stage of my classes. But, given that my classes will be kicking into full gear very shortly, and there are have already been some snafus which have given me a lot of stress lately, it might be a little while before the next chapter of this story is uploaded for you to read. We'll have to wait and see where the dice fall on this.
Until the next chapter, please: read, review, alert, favor, and spread the word! :)