Unbreakable Red Silken Thread

by Rufus T. Serenity

Fate, destiny, chance, and luck. Four of the most powerful forces in existence, and all of them have had it out for Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson, Heather Wilson, and Gwen Fahlenbock since the days they were born. Fortunately, those same four forces have got it in for each other as well. Rated M for sex and other mature, darkly realistic subject matters.

11. Crossroads of Chance

Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Let's get started with the most obvious first. This chapter took forever to get out! Well, the fault is mine (partly). My grad classes are so crazy! It's only because of Kenju's constant and useful help (and pestering) that I got this done at all. And then there were ALL of the messed up things that have happened in my life since the last chapter was uploaded! That list includes: my uncle passing away, our house's heater breaking down while I was the only one here (its fixed now), our dog running away while I was the only one here (she has been found), my grandfather going into surgery (he's recovering fine), my dad tripping on some ice and breaking two ribs less than three days ago (he's home and recovering), oh, and let's not forget the LATEST heap on the pile in that my OTHER grandfather has been taken to the emergency room in the less than twenty-four hour period since my writing partner set me the edited chapter to look through! Even though he's fine too, I am so DONE with all of this FUCKING BULLSHIT! Sorry about that but I had to get that all out of my system at once.

The second reason this chapter took so long is its length. Clocking in at over 33.5 THOUSAND words this is THE largest chapter of the story thus far, and will remain as such for a VERY long time! As this is the FINAL lemon until around chapter 25, we wanted to give our readers a proper send off into the land of pure plot without lemon flavor...though there is likely to be a bit of lime here and there.

Now then, I've got a few things I need to say before getting to the next chapter.

Firstly I need to correct a big mistake that somehow managed to slip by until now. It might seem like a minor thing but it's a big deal because of it being one of the only elements about the characters that has physically changed since Total Drama. And that would be their heights. Despite whatever the previous chapters may have said on this, here are the correct measurements that will be followed from now on. (Previous chapters will be edited to reflect this at a later time.)

Gwen will be the same height as Cody when she isn't wearing shoes, five foot eight. Depending on what shoes she's wearing at any given moment the Goth will be anywhere from two to six inches taller. Also, that means she'll be anywhere from seven to eleven inches taller than Heather (who is five foot three) when wearing shoes. I realize that this might not seem like a big issue but it is. One of the hardest parts for me of having the characters growing up and physically changing is remembering to write them with those changes. That's the main reason why changes in physical features like height are stressed so often actually.

Anyway, moving on, to thankfully something that's a very positive development. If you have read the introduction author's notes for the previous chapter you'll recall that, in the words of that previous introduction, "our gracious reader and fan CMR Rosa commissioned the awesome deviantART artist "qMargot" to make pictures of the OCs Saria and Jessica". Well, in the time since last chapter update, CMR has outdone himself by commissioning FOUR more pictures for this story! Thanks to him, you can now find on qMargot's page on deviantART what our versions of Gwen, Cody, and Heather all look like (with there being two for Heather)! Once again, we can't thank you enough CMR Rosa! :)

One thing that I feel like I should also bring up before getting on with this newest chapter is that, to those of you who expressed concerns over Jo's portrayal previously in the story, this chapter will fill in some pieces of information that were intended since the beginning but haven't been exposed until now.

Additionally we wish to assure you there actually ARE male characters in this story aside from Cody and Duncan; they just haven't been properly introduced yet.

With nothing else to say, please enjoy the eleventh chapter of "Unbreakable Red Silken Thread": Crossroads of Chance

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Sunday, October 5th, 2014

The elevator to the ground lobby of Pahkitew dorms opened to reveal a small shape stepping out with a noticeably faster than normal stride. Heather was eager and impatient; it had only been due to sheer exhaustion after an entire night of pleasuring Cody that she had slept at all. Were it not for that, her fears and concerns over the revelation that Gwen and Duncan were on the same campus would have kept her up the entire night.

Upon seeing that Jo was waiting for her Heather increased her pace. She knew that the Jockette wouldn't be up and fully dressed if she had ignored her request, even the hardened scowl on her face didn't lessen her hopes.

"You've got a lotta nerve waking me at two in the fucking morning, Heather! If anyone else tried that crap they'd be shitting through a straw for a year!"

"Do you have it?" Heather asked, ignoring Jo's threats.

A little miffed at being ignored, Jo sneered, "Yeah, I do have what you asked for. But no, I'm not giving it to you."

Heather's grey eyes narrowed into the harshest glare they could, channeling the full force of her 'Queen Bee Inner Bitch' as she shouted with her nastiest tone, "You will tell me whatever the fuck you know now!"

Jo not only held firm, but her arms lazily crossed over her chest as she shot back a completely unfazed expression. Heather growled in response as she was forced to acknowledge the stalemate. As Heather knew even before Total Drama, she could be an unstoppable force, intimidating or bending anyone to her will...

But only so long as the person didn't know what to expect from her, or was afraid of her.

She was small, not just short, but petite and unassuming in both build and stature. If she chose to wear a 'mask' or was genuinely happy she didn't seem the least bit threatening. Because of this when she did 'bark' so to speak, and revealed the depths of rage she was capable of (even after several years of a loving relationship), it caught people off guard. She in turn took advantage of that surprise and momentary lapse of guard with her talents at reading people and manipulation. This meant she could mentally, emotionally and psychologically overwhelm just about anyone with her first impression alone.

Usually, that was all it took, both because Heather rarely interacted with anyone more often than she had too and even if she did her reputation carried enough of an impact that it only needed to be 'reinforced' occasionally. Still as effective as it was, the Asian Hottie learned long ago that her domination trick really only worked as long as the person was caught off guard, feared her, or was naturally submissive. Beth had figured this out and proved that someone growing a spine could 'break free' of the Queen Bee's control.

What had happened with Jo showcased these features and flaws perfectly. The Jockette was use to throwing her weight around against other blunt on-the-surface tough types, so she had been blindsided by the Queen Bee despite her being under five and a half feet tall and less than a hundred pounds. The sheer power, confidence, and attitude Heather threw at her combined with her unassuming appearance made Jo bend to her whims the first time they met. But since Jo didn't know (or care) about her reputation, wasn't afraid of her and actually possessed a spine Heather's influence quickly waned.

Within a week of Heather and Cody moving into their dorm Jo had built up a tolerance to her, a tolerance that was now all but immunity. Even at her most demanding and dominating Heather was lucky to make the Jockette budge at this point. Once Jo had caught onto her act she was careful to never let her guard down around her, which meant not only was Jo able to resist Heather's efforts but she could also push back.

"That kind of information is not only confidential, but if anyone found out I gave it to you and they reported me, my ass would be out of the frying pan and into the fire." Jo said, still not giving an inch to the Queen Bee. But then the Jockette leaned in closer to Heather before whispering threateningly, "If you don't have a damn good reason for waking me this morning, I'm going to lay your ass out."

Jo's response was as blunt and challenging as always, but by now Heather had discovered the hidden logic to the Jockette's methods. Even her bluntest remarks often had more to them than what most picked up on. In this case, unspoken within the threat was an opening and a chance that Heather picked up on.

If she did have a good reason, Jo would tell her.

After glancing around and seeing that no one else was within sight, the Queen Bee replied in a tone that was soft but not quite a whisper, "I bumped into Gwen Fahlenbock and Duncan Nelson yesterday afternoon, here, in the lobby. I knew them from my time on Total Drama."

Jo, who hadn't been a fan of Total Drama and had no desire to become one, gave Heather a deadpan look. "Did you seriously call me at two in the fucking morning to find out where some friends of yours from that stupid show are staying? You know you could have just asked around for them right!?" The Jockette was finding herself particularly irate at this turn of events. "Or better yet, it might not even be them. They might have just looked like them. Three years is a long time and Canada is a big fucking country, you know!"

"It was them! Believe me, there's no mistake, I'd recognize them anywhere," Heather affirmed, before adding, "And I am not friends with them, not by a long shot."

"So, what? You looking for them to prank them or something?" Her tone was still threatening, but now there was a note of curiosity in it as well.

Heather grabbed the taller girl's shoulders and pulled her down to her face. Her voice carried a distinct hissing tone behind it when she replied to the Jockette, "They were fighting, Jo! Duncan backhanded her so hard that it knocked her to the floor. At first I was afraid she was knocked out from the hit so I stepped in and gave that gutter punk piece of shit a good hit with my mace. It wasn't until I helped her up that I recognized who they were. After I kicked him in the balls a second time I took her back to our dorm, and she confirmed that it was them."

Jo's stunned expression shifted at hearing that last part. "Why did you do that?"

"Kicking him in the balls again or taking her to my dorm?"

"Both."

"I didn't know it was Duncan at first, but once I did, I just...I don't know alright? I took Gwen back to my dorm to make sure she was okay, you know, after she was back handed hard enough to need help getting up?"

"What happened then?"

"Nothing happened, she disappeared when I had my back turned."

Jo sighed. "I can't tell you their room number, Heather. This isn't an emergency."

Heather was instantly livid as she barked out, "How is it not an emergency!?"

"Having an abusive, jack ass for a boyfriend isn't an emergency, it's just being stupid."

Still angry, Heather fumed, "How the fuck is backhanding someone hard enough to lay them out not an emergency! Just from what I saw then, and how Gwen was acting the few minutes I had to pry answers out of her I know that this wasn't the first time he did something like this!"

The Jockette looked as unfazed as she had been since the conversation started, but her violet eyes scanned the area around them in several times. After determining that there was no one else in the lobby she turned her attention back to her friend. "Okay Short Stuff, let's go through this slowly so you will understand how this kind of thing works," Jo said, knowing just how much Heather hated the nickname. "If someone assaults someone else, that person has to press charges unless they are a minor. Even if there are other witnesses, the person who was actually attacked still has to be the one to file the initial charge."

Heather simmered while motioning around them, "What about the security cameras? They might have gotten it on film!"

Again Jo sighed. "Look, you aren't getting the point. Even if there were cameras in the lobby, which they aren't, only outside, in the parking lot and around the building, she would have to be the one to press charges against him." The Jockette noticed just how much hearing that bothered the Queen Bee, with it in fact being the first time since meeting her that she was an open book to read. Jo too loosened her own hard gaze before continuing. "I know you might not believe me, but I do understand how you feel. I've seen this kind of shit happen before, and whatever you think you know about it, the reality is ten times worse. No matter how many times I see it, it pisses me off just as much as the first time. I might be a stone-cold bitch and even a bully but even I have some standards. I'll kick the crap out of anyone who gives me a good enough reason, but I would never lay a hand on someone I claim to care about…unless they asked for it." Jo smirked at that.

But Heather was not smirking. Instead, with her mouth was drawn into a hard frown. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Yeah, there is," Jo answered before briefly pausing. "Hope to Hell he takes a swing at someone that will press charges."

The Queen Bee was still fuming, and had reached a point of tension that had her starting to massage her temples. 'Well this is just fucking perfect! Now I've got to wait for a goddam miracle before-!'

"They are in dorm 2210, Heather," A cute, squeaky voice seemingly coming out of nowhere called from behind her.

Heather nearly jumped out of her skin as she turned to confront the source of said voice. Spinning on her heel in what was becoming almost a reflex, the Queen Bee bitterly shouted, "Damn it, Dawn! What did I tell you about pulling that Harry Houdini crap on me!?"

"I'm sorry, Heather," Dawn apologized, soundly sincere but oddly a little off. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop like that, but neither of you seemed to mind me while you were talking."

Both Heather and Jo looked at Dawn, then each other, before looking back at her.

It was no secret that both Heather and Jo liked to think of themselves as being on top of life, but neither of them felt particularly comfortable when it came to the petite Moonchild. To be perfectly honest, she actually frightened them at times. Despite being so small and demure, Dawn gave off the vibe of something that wasn't completely human, almost like an alien that had taken human form. Though she gagged on the idea, Heather at times had compared her to the elves from Cody's fantasy fiction. But the comparison wasn't without a reason.

She was one of the few people Heather had met since classes had started that was smaller than herself. Between her thin, lean build and pale ivory skin coupled with her long light-blonde hair that almost reached her waist she already looked half the part. But in addition to that her face was oddly adorable, enchanting even by Heather's own admission. Under the dark green sweater she wore one could see at her neck proof of a light blue dress shirt. A black skirt almost reaching her knees covered the upper portion of the purple tights she wore underneath while a pair of small black shoes covering her equally small feet completed the ensemble. Most striking however was her almost otherworldly, ethereal grayish-blue eyes.

Recovering from her surprise of the Moonchild's presence first, Heather asked, "Were you there the entire time? What are you doing here?"

Pointing to the mailboxes, Dawn answered with her usual calmness, "I was reading today's horoscope and throwing away my junk mail."

"Just how long have you been standing there?" Jo asked.

"I've been here since before you arrived this morning, eating your usual blueberry muffin with raisins for breakfast."

Jo blinked in silence at hearing that, with this being the kind of freaky shit that made her uncomfortable around Dawn.

"How do you know their room number?" Heather asked, butting in before Jo could close her possible opening.

Instead of Dawn, it was Jo who stepped in and explained the situation. "The Pixie Princess here has filed a few grievances against them since classes started."

Seeing that this caught Heather's attention, Dawn explained, "Their fighting and yelling at all hours of the night and morning has been extremely distressful and it combined with their negative energy has been increasingly interfering with my chi."

Hearing Dawn's words and realizing their implications combined with the number Dawn had given Heather shook her head and muttered, "I still can't believe that they had been living right down the hall this entire time, and I never figured it out."

"Yeah, about that," Jo cut in turning to Heather. "How exactly did you not recognize them before?"

Heather sighed, "Because they've both changed drastically since Total Drama ended. Duncan use to be about as tall as me and had a green Mohawk that was kind of like his signature thing. Gwen use to be shorter than me and-"

"Wow, it looks everyone from that show grew but you, huh Short Stuff?" Jo taunted, interrupting Heather.

"-her hair use to have teal bright blue streaks, not to mention she use to show off about as much skin as a nun compared to that...slut-wear she's wearing now." Heather finished, not letting Jo get any more a reaction out of her than a twitchy eyebrow. But then she realized something. Turning back to Dawn, she raised an eyebrow. "Wait a sec, if you have a problem with noise in the middle of the night and early in the morning, how come you haven't filed any grievances against me or Cody? Duncan and Gwen are at the opposite end of the floor, we're only three doors down."

"It's the shouting and yelling at all hours that is distressful and interfering with my chi, not the noise itself." Noticing Heather's look of confusion she clarified. "There are a lot of negative emotions coming from that room. Even with them being at the other end of the floor, it's enough to give me terrible nightmares if not wake me up. This Duncan you speak of, has an extremely powerful aura, but it's of a nature so negative that harms the energy around him. It's like a black hole sucking everything into it; I can sense him even now despite the distance."

Heather scoffed. "I'm still not buying into your aura crap." Unable to help herself, partially as a way to get a little release from her stress Heather slid partly into her former Queen Bee persona when she asked mockingly, "Well, Dawn, if you can feel auras from other people's rooms, what do you feel from mine and Cody's? Since were only a few doors down it shouldn't be an issue."

If Dawn was aware of the mocking insecurity in Heather's question, she paid it no mind. Instead, the Moonchild smiled before holding her arms to her shoulders, "I feel a great sense of warmth. Cody's aura on its own feels like lying under the sun with its strong and swirling strands of yellow and orange that flicker brightly but never burn out. I must compliment you, Heather, on how the ocean green of your aura creates a peaceful and relaxing balance with his. Combined your auras form one of the most harmonically enriching environments I have ever had the joy to experience. It is very welcoming and very hospitable. Rarely do I detect anything other than love, friendship, satisfaction, joy, passion or a sense of total completion. Though I must admit that on Friday, the nineteenth of the last month, there were strong waves of discontent, annoyance and impatience…and last night I felt quite a large amount of fear and concern coming from you connected to your relationship."

Heather was frozen, even as a red flush lighted her face aflame so bright that no one outside of Cody had ever seen it before. 'How the fuck does this creepy little Pixie Princess know all of that shit!? Does she know about Gwen and our past with her? Is she going to tell Cody!?'

As though timed perfectly by some unseen arbitrator, Cody stepped out of the elevator. As he walked over to his girlfriend, the Tech Geek was yawing and smiling happily. Not even a sandblaster could have removed that gap-toothed smile from his face.

"Good morning Cody," Dawn greeted, finding just a little of the yellow-orange warmth of his in his smile mingle within her. "Your aura is positively aglow with satisfaction and contentment. You must have enjoyed your night with Heather quite a bit."

Now just as red as Heather, Cody asked, "How can you tell that!?" Similar to his girlfriend, the Tech Geek didn't believe in Dawn's supernatural powers either.

Finding someone else being the hot seat of the Moonchild allowed Heather the chance to recompose herself. Sliding back into its usual mask of strength and coldness she raised an eyebrow, "Anyone with two eyes and a brain could have figured that out from your grin."

"No they couldn't!" Cody refuted.

"I've got to agree with Short Stuff on this one," Jo piped, speaking up after a brief silence and ignoring Heather's glare. "I've seen plenty of walks of shame and strides of pride over the years, and you were strutting like a rooster in a hen house."

Cody was nonplussed. "You walk exactly the same way every morning!"

Grinning, Jo simply crossed her arms. "Damn straight."

Cody stared at the Jockette with his eyes and mouth opened wide at the implications.

Heather flashed a very brief smirk at Cody's shock and discomfort.

Dawn smiled warmly at the Jockette in turn. "That is true Jo. Your sexual exploits with Brick since his return after the summer break have been most beneficial to your aura. It's become much more relaxed. I'm also pleased that you have chosen allow your feminine side to emerge more now and that you trust Brick enough to allow him to dominate you when you switch places and become the degraded subservient during sexual intercourse."

Now it was Jo's face turning to a shade of red that Heather amusedly thought was going to burst into flame. Then the unswayable Jockette started to sputter off into random pitiful tangents before growling in anger and storming off back to her own dorm.

"Could you please give my morning greetings to Brick?" Dawn asked pleasantly.

Jo's response was to slam the door behind her.

While Heather tried to stifle her laughter, Cody spoke up warily, "Uh…th-thanks, Dawn."

"You're very welcome. I wish both you and Heather a very good day," the Moonchild replied before heading towards the elevator and vanishing behind its closed doors.

Cody, while getting their morning mail, remarked, "That was…weird but nice."

Heather turned to him with a deadpan expression. "What did you expect? It's Dawn, everything about her is weird."

"Come on. I said, 'weird but nice'." Cody noted, defending the Moonchild. Then his eyes drifted down to the mail in his hands. "She's like…Izzy decaf, or Izzy light you know?"

"Why the sudden interest in the nutty redhead?" Heather asked in a teasing way, partly to get her mind off the unsettling questions that always arose when thinking about Dawn. Cody's response was silent, simply flashing a new postcard from said nutty redhead to his girlfriend, this one from Russia, with love. The Queen Bee was understandably confused and startled by this. "How did she know where to send that? I mean, it's not like we've told anyone where we are now, at least not our address."

This caused Cody to lift an eyebrow as he asked with a gap-toothed smirk, "Did you really just try to apply logic to something Izzy related?"

Heather went wide-eyed; as it dawned on her she had done just that. "Oh…my...God..." she said before face palming. She then shook her head before saying, "Anyway…are you up for doing anything in particular today?"

Cody thought about it for a moment before Heather's phone started going off. After telling Cody to hold that thought, she noticed just who the caller ID said it was. This surprised her as she took the call.

A few seconds after Jasmine started speaking, Heather's eyes widened. She then looked up at Cody in a slight panic before face palming again. "Fuck you Gwen and Duncan!" she muttered under her breath before focusing her attention onto the Aussie at the other end. "Today would be okay…we can make it work. Yes, yes…everything is fine, it's no problem." Heather then paused before adding, "Bring enough for a sleepover, since you'll both be spending the night," she continued while ignoring Cody's increasingly confused and curious looks. "Very good, we'll see you then, I'll-we'll be waiting. Goodbye," Heather then hung up her phone and muttered, "Fuck…" before turning to her boyfriend, "Cody, I've got some big news to tell you."

While Heather had been on the phone, Cody had been reading Izzy's postcard intently, mostly due to waiting for Heather to finish her call. However in doing so he discovered something that made his teal eyes widen. He had barely heard Heather and when he did, Cody answered dully, with his eyes not leaving the postcard. "So do I. Remember Scarlett Friday?"

Heather nodded, "I do. But what's she have to do with anything?"

"Well…not only did Izzy know that she goes here too…but it turns out they're cousins."

Heather was completely surprised, as she asked no one in particular, "How the hell could that quiet little book worm possibly be related to Izzy?"

She then shook her head and pushed that question to the back of her mind, instead focusing on much more important matters for the here and now. After doing so, Heather grabbed her boyfriend's arm and started dragging him towards the nearby elevator. Shocked by the action, the taller and stronger Cody didn't offer much resistance.

Instead, Cody simply asked the obvious, "What's up?"

While she was…shaky, Heather's only reply was, "I'll explain it once we are back inside our dorm, not out here."

Having developed a fairly acute ability to read the often-indecipherable Queen Bee, Cody noticed that something was bothering her, but he could wait until they got back to their dorm before finding out what it was. Once they were back and Heather shut the door, even taking the time to lock it Cody simply waited for her to explain the situation.

"Do you remember a few weeks ago when I asked if you would mind me going over to Jasmine's house and giving her some 'hands on help' for her problems with Sammy?"

Cody perked up, but became a little wary at hearing that. "I do remember, why do you ask?"

"Ever since then, Jasmine and Sammy have been making...progress, quite a bit, actually."

Cody chuckled at that. "Jasmine has wanted to jump her bones for years, I'm not surprised. She just needed a little pep talk…and maybe a pep grope too?" By this point the Tech Geek was eyeing Heather.

"I didn't break my promise from before. I didn't have sex with her and I kept my word from that morning. Jasmine's pants and mine stayed on the entire time," Heather replied carefully. It wasn't that she had broken her promise exactly, but Jasmine's shirt and bra had come off that day, just not in the context Cody would have imagined and she didn't have the time to explain everything to him. She was also willing to bet Jasmine wouldn't have wanted any of the events from that day to get out to anyone else, even and especially Cody or Sammy.

"I know. And I trust you," Cody answered warmly before pulling Heather to him and gently kissing her lips. While she still preferred passionate tongue action, she was beginning to develop a certain appreciation for sweet little pecks as well. The two basked in each other's warmth for several moments after that, enjoying the private moment between the two of them.

With a reluctant cringe, Heather broke the moment and pushed away from him. "The other day Jasmine came to me with a request." That got Cody's attention. "You see, Jasmine and Sammy have finally reached the point where they are ready to take their relationship to a more physical level. But they need a place where they can actually... well, do it," Heather finished bluntly before explaining, "Between Sammy's sister lurking around and Jasmine coming from such a big family, they don't have any private time or places for more than a quick make out session. And, as usual Sammy's sister has been causing trouble for them again, so Jasmine figured that she could kill two birds with one stone. A way to give them a place to get together, and do it in a way that doesn't give Amy any ammo to use against Sammy."

"I'm not following," Cody replied, trying and failing to see how this affected either of them, let alone bother her.

"When she was giving me a ride back to the dorms, I gave Jasmine in offer for her and Sammy." Heather said before pausing for a moment to choose her wording carefully. "They can go at it like rabbits here, in our bed, so people would think at worst they were in a foursome with us and our latest conquest under the covers."

"Two problems with what you just said." Cody interrupted, being a little blunter than usual. "A, you never asked me about this or brought it up, despite our agreement. B, that's a pretty weak defense to ward off Amy from getting Sammy in trouble with their parents."

"I know, and I'm really sorry, Sweetie." Heather apologized with a pout, knowing Cody couldn't resist. "I had every intention of telling you when you got back, I really did, but something...happened before and it just slipped my mind." She paused, and then took a quick, worried gulp, knowing she had to explain things but didn't want to make him curious enough to do any digging. "While I was getting yesterday's mail, there was a fight in the lobby. Some shit-head was fighting with his girlfriend and slapped her so hard that it knocked her to floor. I stepped in before things got any worse, maced him and took the girl away to see if everything was alright."

By the time she was finished, Heather saw Cody staring at her with nothing but compassion and concern floating in the teal lakes that were his eyes. It was a look that was usually reserved for Heather, but the Queen Bee completely understood why it was there for a supposed stranger. There were many things Cody disliked, but very few things he outright hated. Bullies were close to the top of the list, and a woman being abused, especially by their significant other, was at the top of the list. "Who was she, was she okay?"

"She was fine. The hit wasn't as bad as I though and she walked away perfectly fine. The guy…not so much." Heather added, her smirk falling somewhere between sexy and dark. "I gave him a few good kicks to the balls after I sprayed him with my mace."

The Tech Geek then put two and two together. "Is that what you were talking to Jo about when I came down?"

"Yes it was. I just wanted to see if I needed to fill out any reports or anything."

"Ah, I see." Cody said, nodding his head in understanding. He had also figured that must have been why Heather was so…needy and accommodating in bed last night. "Were you afraid when I got back yesterday?"

"No, I just needed, wanted a reminder of how lucky I am to have you." Heather answered, admitting a partial truth in the process unbeknownst to Cody.

Not wanting to focus on a topic that might upset Heather, the Tech Geek steered the conversation back to its previous course. "So…how exactly is knocking boots in our place going to keep Sammy and Jasmine clear of Amy messing with things? Being in a foursome, even if it's just a cover story, isn't exactly something most people would want their parents to know about."

"That's just if anyone does find out something happened, as far as their parents know it's just a sleepover. If word does get out, which is the lesser of two evils? Which rocks the boat less? Their parents finding out their daughters got caught up in a sex party with some guy that also had two other women, or the parents finding out their daughters are carpet-munchers?"

Cody quickly caught Heather's point. Neither was a great option, but between the two the first one could be blamed on alcohol and a deadbeat, while the second one would be harder to explain away. However, he then picked up on an unspoken detail and voiced his concerns. "So you're basically making me the bad guy who befriended a couple of lonely friendless girls, got them drunk, and then had sex with them like they were a couple of blow up sex dolls?"

Heather laughed at that, before admitting, "That's just the backup plan if their parents find out. To pin it all on you, your sex drive, and lots of cheap beer."

Cody frowned at that, not liking the idea of anyone seeing him like that, even just as part of a cover story. Even so, he asked, "So, what exactly am I getting out of this deal? Do I need to remind you that Jasmine has been very…uh, forward in warning us to stay away from Sammy, and that she isn't interested in either of us? I do not want Jasmine mad at me. I like my penis where it is thank you. And I know for a fact you do too!"

Heather grinned as she told Cody the price Jasmine had agreed to for using their bed and him being the possible fall guy should they get caught.

For a solid minute Cody was bright red and silent. Eventually, he asked with a quivering voice if he heard her right.

"Yes you did." Heather confirmed smiling at Cody's response. "Not only are you going to get a front row seat to a live lesbian sex show, but both of the girls are smoking hot, horny as hell, deeply in love, and I happen to know both are...virgins," Heather whispered the final word in as husky a voice as she could summon. "In other words, it's your dream fantasy outside of fucking me all over." After a few seconds of silence, she asked, "Do you forgive me for forgetting to ask your permission this time?"

Cody nodded his head so fast that he looked like a drinky-drinky bird on cocaine.

"The only problem is I'm not sure if we have enough time to clean up-" Heather managed before hearing an unusual noise.

Looking at the source of the sound, she saw Cody fade into a cloud of dust and horniness before a blur moving around the apartment picked up and cleaned everything.

That prompted a laugh from Heather, partially at realizing they'd have plenty of time after all, enough for her to change into something more...appropriate.

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And Heather had been proving correct. By the time there was a knocking that their door, the entire apartment had been rendered spotless thanks to Cody's tireless, desire-fueled efforts.

As the sound of the knocking filled the dorm, Heather saw that Cody was heading towards their stereo. "If you put Berry White on again, I promise you won't have to worry about Jasmine castrating you!" She warned him, though she did have a massive grin on her face. Little could have taken her joy away from this. Her grin only grew larger when she opened the door and saw who was waiting.

Standing there at the threshold were Jasmine and Sammy, whom Heather guided in and closed the door behind with her massive grin having since morphed into a wicked smirk as she made sure to secure all of the locks.

Walking past the Queen Bee and towering above her was Jasmine, dressed in her usual attire and in full-blown bitch mood with a strong take-no-shit expression similar to what Heather had seen in the Aussie's room before. She also noticed the top three buttons of her vest had been left open. Seeing this pleased Heather since this was the side of the Outback Survivalist that she found most attractive. Just as delightful to the Queen Bee was that not only had Jasmine agreed to the weighty price she put on using their bed, but also she had managed to convince Sammy and they came the next morning!

Behind Jasmine was Sammy, who both was and wasn't as Heather remembered her the one time they had met before. It was unquestionably Sammy, the details of her face and body left no doubt in Heather's mind.

The Good Twin had long flawless blonde hair that reached down to her shoulders and bangs that framed her face as though it were a portrait. Peeking out from under a few loose strands of light gold tresses were a pair of beautiful light blue, if not pure teal eyes, coupled by a thin curved nose resting above a pair of small yet sweet lips covered in bright red lipstick. Unlike her hellish demon of a sister, Sammy had no beauty mark under her right eye to diminish her heavenly radiance. At 5'6 she was a solid foot shorter than Jasmine but her figure was lithe and svelte like a gymnast. Her skin was a light yet healthy alabaster and her breasts were a solid B cup, making them slightly smaller than Heather's. What was different about Sammy was what she was her choice in attire. Instead of the red cheerleader outfit from before with its scarlet skirt that reached her upper thighs and knee-high white socks with a matching pair of white-heeled shoes, Sammy was wearing a old, worn-out crimson buttoned shirt and modest jeans that reached down to her small white shoes, not even offering a hint of ankle to be seen.

Her clothing however didn't catch Heather's attention anywhere near as much as the Good Twin's obvious nervousness. She was shaking like a frightened kitten in a blizzard while avoiding eye contact with anyone. The only thing that remained steady was her left hand, which was holding Jasmine's so tightly that the dark skin had started to whiten.

But whereas Sammy was obviously terrified, Jasmine remained strong, looking as determined as ever. Once again seeing that made Heather feel good, but this time it was because she knew Jasmine had taken her instructions to heart after all.

Cody then stumbled in, his mouth morphing into a tiny gap-toothed smile at seeing his friend and her girlfriend. "Hey guys," he greeted warmly. "Hello again Sammy, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"H-Hello…Cody…" Sammy softly greeted in turn, while still not looking up from the spot in the carpet she had been staring at since arriving.

The Tech Geek was a little confused by the reaction but he knew that Sammy was quite shy. Jasmine's on the other hand baffled him, as he could practically feel the irritation rolling off of her in waves.

"How are you doing, Jazz?" Cody asked.

"'Ow the 'ell do ya think I'm doin'!?" Jasmine asked, harshly and bitterly.

Now Cody knew something was wrong. He had expected any number of things given the circumstances, but never imagined she would be so hostile. Turning to Heather and speaking in a worried whisper, he asked, "I thought you said she had no problems with this?"

"I said that she agreed to this." Heather corrected.

The careful wording raised a small red flag in the Tech Geek's mind, but he decided that there was more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

"Listen, Jazz, I'm sorry if-" Cody started to apologize but was cut off.

"Cody!" Jasmine stepped between Cody and Sammy, cutting him off with authority and finality. It was silent for a moment before the towering Aussie spoke again, as no one else in the room (mainly Cody and Heather) wanted to risk making the ebony giant even more irate. "I'm gonna be blunt 'ere, so just listen up, 'kay? I'm very thankful that you 'n 'Eather 'ave opened up your 'ome to us today. I truly am. 'N I'm also thankful that 'Eather 'as 'elped me get this far with Sammy…but I'm bloody well pissed off 'bout this all the same!"

The Tech Geek gulped and attempted to say something to the angry Aussie goddess before him, but before he could get a single word out Jasmine continued on.

"After three bloody years of this shit, I'm fuckin' tired of 'aving to keep me feelings for Sammy 'ere a secret. And I'm even more tired of 'aving to run 'round like rodents or crims hidin' our relationship." Sammy turned away but Jasmine kept a firm grip on her hand. After doing so, the Outback Survivalist leveled Cody and Heather a withering glare. "I've put a lotta thought into this 'n I wanna change the deal."

Sammy started to tug at her girlfriend's hand as while speaking almost like a frightened child, "J-Jazz…it's-it's not a big deal…really! You a-agreed to this already and-and-"

The petite and terrified blonde was silenced as Jasmine lowered her head until their faces were level, and brought her lips to hers, and planted a kiss that both silenced and calmed her, as well as provided some much needed strength for the Aussie for what was going to come next.

All of the shaking and trembling had been erased the moment their lips touched. With her eyes closed and her not seeming to be aware of it, Sammy's ruby red lips hungrily clawed at Jasmine's chocolate ones as she were a shark that had gotten a whiff of blood. A light moaning started from that meek blonde, and soon the mighty raven-haired giant as well. After half a minute of this impromptu make-out session, with matching vigor from the Aussie's side, Jasmine reluctantly broke the kiss and shot Sammy a soft, remorseful look before hardening her gaze, standing upright, and returning her attention to the others.

"Right then, 'ere's the new deal. If ya let me and Sammy have our first time together today, alone…then I'll give meself to ya both for the entire followin' weekend. For two whole days, whatever ya want me to do, I'll do it, no questions asked."

The silence that filled the air was thick. Heather had been rendered two things she hadn't been in years, floored and in disbelief. She wasn't sure if this was some kind of dream but frankly she didn't care. Before her and finally within her grasp was the young woman who had become the object of her obsession.

"Oh fucking yeah! You bet we'll acc-!" Heather happily proclaimed as she attempted to accept the new offer before Jasmine backed out of it.

"Jasmine…we couldn't possibly accept that offer." Cody cut in, interrupting his girlfriend.

The Ebony Giant remained perfectly still with the only movement in the room being her releasing Sammy's hand. Cody had no idea what was coming next but Heather knew and braced herself. She recognized all of the warning signs from before, the face tightening, the black eyes glaring, the deepening of her breathing, the curling up of her hands into huge fists.

The Queen Bee knew that Mt. St. Jasmine was about to blow.

"YOU PERVERTED LITTLE SHIT!" Jasmine roared with more fury and rage than she had at Heather several weeks prior. Unlike his girlfriend, Cody's terror of the roaring Australian was obvious. The Tech Geek was sure that at any moment we would piss himself for the first time since the challenge on Bony Island during TDI. "ARE YA REALLY THAT MUCH OF A PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN THAT YOU'D WANT TO INTRIDE ON ME AND SAMMY'S TIME…OUR FIRST TIME!?"

Jasmine couldn't have known it but her wording had caused an unexpected reaction. Within mere microseconds, Heather was fuming and stepped in between her and Cody. Goddess of fiery death and destruction or not, the giant had just entered a no fly zone. Nobody, fucking nobody, threatened or insulted Cody in front of her and got away with it!

But before the Queen Bee could lash out at the towering terror, Cody of all people interjected. "I-I-I…I di-didn't kn-know you h-had a pro-problem with this, J-Jazz. Hea-Heather sa-said that you were o-o-okay with this," he managed through his crippling fear.

"OH YEAH, RIGHT! THAT'S A LAUGH IF I EVER 'EARD ONE! LIKE YA WOULDN'T WANT THIS TO, YA LITTLE FUCKIN' WANK-!?"

"STOP IT, JAZZ! STOP IT!"

Everyone, including the fuming Asian and Australian goddesses had been shocked silent by the new voice that had shouted them down. It was a voice that broke a bit mid-shout, from having never raised itself to such a level before but had plenty of power to boot. Slowly, three faces turned towards the fourth, towards the face of the person who had managed to stop things from escalating any further.

It was Sammy. The meek blonde cheerleader took a few steps forward, during which her entire body quivered like jello in an earthquake. Her face was the poster child of terrified as her teal blue eyes were glistening as tears started to form at their edges.

"It-it's f-fi-fine…Jazz." Sammy squeaked after a long silence, her voice still shaking heavily. "I-I-I don't care if they wa-wat-watch us. I-I just want to be with you. I want you so bad! I've made you wait for so long, I just want to show you how much I love you, Jazz! And if-if-if th-that can only hap-happen if they-they wa-wat-watch us…then that's okay."

By that point, the Good Cheerleader Twin was convulsing with panic and dread, but she remained where she stood. Just as despite the look of being near tears her eyes didn't waver in the least. Even with her shy nature and terror of the situation, it was painfully obvious that Sammy was willing to accept this.

Everyone watching had been caught off guard by this development. To be blunt, they had never imagined the super shy, submissive Sammy could act like this. Jasmine had never seen such an outburst in all the years she had known Sammy. Even Heather would never have seen this coming, even with her skills when it came to reading people. And it simply never crossed Cody's thoughts that the blonde would be the one to step up in a pinch.

The pause of all of parties involved had also given Cody some much needed time to think. His teal eyes moved back and forth between the couple several times. It was impossible to deny how desperate Sammy was or how unhappy Jasmine was. He had long since realized that he had been mislead but it was only now that he knew the extent of it.

After several solid minutes of silence and internal debate…Cody reached his decision.

"Jasmine…Sammy…" He began, suddenly having everyone's attention, "Whatever agreements were made about this before are null and void. You two can have our room for the entire day, just the two of you, free of charge. Have fun," he said with a smile.

Needless to say, this floored all three girls. Jasmine was just…numb, clearly not knowing what to make of this. Sammy, on the other hand, was ecstatic, with all of her previously pain and fear seemingly erased as she started shouting at the top of her lungs in joy, jumping up and down so much that she almost hit the ceiling. As for Heather…well, Heather was not happy.

In fact, she looked absolutely livid.

Grabbing Cody's hand in a vice-grip, the Queen Bee started to pull Cody aside, offering that she had to have a word with him. After they were on the other side of the room, she bluntly and bitterly ripped into her boyfriend, "What the fuck are you doing, Cody!? You know damn well that I've been trying to get into that titan's panties ever since we got here! And when the opportunity finally presents itself on a silver platter you send it back!?"

"You lied to make me think they were okay with this when they obviously aren't!" Cody fired back just as bluntly, being one of the few with the balls to tell her off when the situation called for it. The Queen Bee glared at the Tech Geek but he didn't budge in inch. Even her patented 'Queen Bee stare' wasn't having any of its usual effect on her man. "We are going to be talking about this very soon," Cody warned, giving his girlfriend a piercing glare of his own.

After that Cody left her and returned to the couple who by now were both motionless, with Sammy's previous shouting and jumping up and down having been traded for hugging her girlfriend tightly. "I'm sorry for any trouble that this has caused, you. I really had thought you were okay with this. I hope you will accept this gesture and accept my sincere apology. As I said, our room is your room until tomorrow morning. We do have morning classes we can't afford to miss and only two keys. Do whatever you girls want until then. We will make sure to have some lunch ready in a few hours if you get hungry, and there will also be some dinner later tonight." Cody offered with an honest smile, the trademark gap in his front teeth on full display. "Oh, just a warning, if you hear any scratching on the door, it's from Chikktika and Boo, or Heather…not me."

Jasmine and Sammy stared at Cody in silence, looking at him like he had grown a second head. The two, though more specifically Jasmine, were reeling from what the Tech Geek had just done as it flew in the face of one of his more defining character traits, his libido. They couldn't believe he had just turned down a live lesbian sex show!

The awkward confusion lingered for what felt like forever. Then, someone acted.

Before he knew what was happening, Cody felt a fleshy warmth embrace him. Then he felt several quick flashes of warm wetness pop across his stunned face. It took him several moments to realize that Sammy was not only hugging him as tightly as she could but she was planting kisses all over his face.

"Oh thank you so much, Cody! You're the best! If I wasn't with Jasmine or into girls you'd be exactly what I'd want for a boyfriend! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The usually shy Twin gushed between kisses as tears of joy dampened Cody's face and shirt.

After one final (noticeably longer) kiss to his cheek, Sammy thanked him again before running to the bedroom as fast as her legs could carry her.

Cody looked understandably shell-shocked after that. And of course the shocked and jealous looks from both Heather and Jasmine didn't help matters either. It made him almost feel guilty for the boner he was sporting now. Almost. He was a healthy heterosexual male that had just been kissed repeatedly by a very pretty girl; one he also happened to know was a lesbian, who had just told him flat out that if she was interested in men she'd have dated him. That was second only to the Holy Grail (a threesome) for any guy.

The more he observed them; the more Cody noted how the reactions of the girls differed. Heather looked pissed, which Cody imagined to be her usual distrust of any girls kissing him outside of threesomes combined with her disappointment over not getting what she wanted. Jasmine, while not exactly pleased, looked more dumbfounded than upset.

Shockingly, the power of speech returned to Cody first, who coughed into his hand and thumbed back to the bedroom. "You know Jazz, it's a bad idea to keep your girlfriend waiting when she's this eager for sex."

Still in a daze, Jasmine started to follow Sammy's lead, until Heather shouted, "We are so going to talk about this later!"

Cody groaned and pinched his nose before firing back, "Let it go already, Ahab!"

That comment elicited a bitter scoff from Heather and a laughing snort from Jasmine.

The Aussie paused and offered a small smile to Cody. "Thanks, mate." But then a guilty look passed across her features as she bit her lip. "Listen…I'm sorry. I 'ad ya all wrong. You're way better man than I thought you were. I thought ya were just bein' a pervert. I'm sorry for thinking that. Can ya forgive me for shoutin' at ya?"

"There's nothing to apologize for, Jazz, though I might have to change my pants," Cody admitted with a nervous smile as both he and Jasmine laughed providing a much needed release of tension.

"Thanks again," Jasmine said warmly. The she confused Cody by lowering herself to his level. "Let me give ya a lil' apology gift too," she added before kissing Cody's cheek on the cheek opposite of Sammy's final kiss. As Cody's mouth hung open and his cheeks heated up, Jasmine flashed a naughty smirk before whispering into his ear, "Never ever tell 'Eather this but I agree with Sammy 'bout ya. If I was single and straight, I'd snatch ya up faster than a hungry saltwater croc would a fish."

By this point Cody was sure that he had lost the ability to breath but he didn't care. The Tech Geek had not one, but two hot lesbians kiss him and even admit they'd date him if they were into guys! By this point he was fully erect, and for the first time it was due to someone another than Heather since they had gotten together. Looking over to said Queen Bee revealed that she looked even more shocked than he did. That wasn't too surprising though, since Cody not only managed to get two kisses, but one was from the girl his girlfriend had been pining after ever since they arrived.

Somehow, Cody managed to regain control of his body and he shook his head rapidly. "B-but there is one favor I'd like to ask from you, Jasmine," he added while still rubbing his cheek. After giving Jasmine a serious look, he flashed a naughty grin. "Make sure Sammy screams, it is her first time after all."

"Oh, ya ain't gotta tell me twice, mate!" Jasmine replied before standing to her full height and charging off after Sammy. Thanks to her much longer stride it took half as many steps before hearing the Aussie shut their bedroom door behind her.

Once the door was closed and he heard it lock, Cody turned to Heather, who was now trying (and failing) to look innocent. She simply asked, "What?"

"Do I have to remind you that you promised me you wouldn't pull these kinds of stunts anymore?" Cody asked sternly, his disappointment in the Queen Bee was more than obvious as he crossed his arms. "We agreed that I wouldn't ask you for threesomes and you would pick the girls, but you wouldn't go off on your own when you did and we would talk about it beforehand. You also promised me that you would never manipulate others to get them in our bed again."

Heather was quiet for several moments that seemed to stretch well beyond the actual length of time. Becoming dower, Heather finally broke the silence, answering with a soft, almost wounded voice, "I-I'm sorry Cody. I really am." Despite not relenting his gaze, Cody felt his heart melt at her tone. His girlfriend being truly regretful was one of the most oddly adorable things he had ever seen. "I-I couldn't help myself okay? You know I haven't been able to get Jasmine out of my fucking head for weeks! It's been months now and I still haven't gotten her in our bed! It's starting to get to me. I'm getting to the point where just looking at her gets me wet!"

Cody smirked knowingly as he pointed out the obvious, "Yeah, I've noticed that too. Maybe you should start wearing laminated shorts?" He couldn't help but chuckle at his own joke. "You know why you can't stop thinking about, right? It's because she's the first girl to not only turned you down completely cold, but without a second thought." Again Cody chuckled, knowing how this little truth stung his Queen Bee of a girlfriend.

Heather, not finding it funny at all glared at her boyfriend. But Cody was unfazed, instead of recoiling in horror he pulled Heather along with him as he moved them to the living room which was right across from the bedroom. The Queen Bee's grey eyes widened as she realized just what Cody had in mind. Even knowing how big of a horn dog he was, she was surprised.

"What happened to you being so noble?" Heather asked, her voice denoting shocked instead of sarcasm, as she had intended.

Cody saw the rare look of disbelief and confusion on Heather's angelic face and smiled. It was rare to see her so surprised or caught off guard, but he loved when it happened. Not only was it a reminder of the side she kept hidden from everyone else, but also he had to admit she looked positively cute when it happened. Not hot, not smoking sexy, but cute, adorable even. Regardless he rolled his teal eyes and sighed as they both sat on the couch. "I have standards, yeah, but I've also got limits, I thought you'd know that by now. I'll never force someone do something they don't want to…but I'm not a saint. I'm a pervert remember?"

This caused Heather to laugh and smile. One of the few things Cody loved more than seeing her smile was to hear that rare pearl of laughter when she was genuinely happy. "Pervert?" she then kissed him before adding, "My pervert."

The Queen Bee climbed into the Tech Geek's lap, already feeling that he was erect and ready for her. That alone got her a little more into the action.

'I can't believe there was a time where I dreaded feeling that,' she thought to herself.

Giving her ass a few wiggles to settle into her boyfriend's lap, facing him with her arms around his shoulders and his around her waist and back she gave a pouting glare. "You owe me for this, Cody."

Cody's response was a smack to her backside, which while surprising wasn't exactly hard. "Let the White Whale go already!" he warned.

"Your Lit class must be reading Moby Dick." Getting a 'huh' from Cody she explained, "Why else would you make two bad jokes like that in a row?" she asked, sounding far lighter than she previously had, oddly so.

The Tech Geek recognized Heather's attempt to distract him from the fact she had messed up. While normally he let Heather get away with quite a bit, this was a different situation all together. "You broke one of our rules, Heather." Cody reminded her. "Not only that but you manipulated some of the only friends we have here. You tried to take advantage of their situation just to fuck someone who's already in a relationship."

"I've been naughty in the past," Heather defended, trying to brush it off as though it were nothing new.

Cody's stern and disapproving look returned full tilt. The longer the Queen Bee found that gaze on her, the more she felt spineless and pathetic. If anyone from Total Drama had seen the nineteen year old fidgeting from the Tech Geek's glare, they wouldn't have believed it was the same Heather Wilson hey had known. But it was. It was one of the effects she had discovered that came with being in a serious romantic relationship with someone for years; the other's opinion started to carry weight. Their opinion of you could either brighten up or cloud out your day. And right now Heather felt like the sun was blocked out completely.

She rarely ever felt like Cody was disappointed in her. Naturally they had had arguments and disagreements from time to time, but even then it was just that, an argument or disagreement. Cody's opinion of her rarely ever went down, but the few times it did were easily among the worst experiences Heather had endured. Ever since the pain cheating on him as caused both of them she had developed almost a fear of it. Thankfully those instances were far and few, to the point she could count them on one hand.

Looking away, Heather spoke in a meek voice, "I-I…I'm sorry."

Cody sighed before pulling her to him and kissing her tenderly. After breaking the kiss, he made sure she was looking him in the eye. "I know that, just...don't make a habit of this, okay? We agreed on those rules for a reason. You're better than this, you're better than who you use to be. Don't turn back into that person Heather, please?"

Now it was Heather's turn to sigh. "So…did I completely kill the mood for the day?" she asked, her lovely voice carrying a painful tone of regret.

Hearing that made Cody snort before offering a lopsided smile and a raised eyebrow, "Did you forget just who it is you're talking to?" Taking hold of Heather by the hips, the Tech Geek started grinding his girlfriend against his lap so that he was rubbing her over the boner tenting in his pants. While doing this and enjoying Heather's light moans, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "It's me, Cody, you know, your horn dog of a boyfriend? The one whose dream world has us doing nothing but fuck like rabbits and occasionally having a second girl thrown in? Besides, do I need to remind you that right now there are two hot lesbian virgins having sex in the next room? Or that both of them kissed me? Or that right now you're on my lap grinding on me? I doubt an ice bath in the Arctic Sea could kill the boner I'm dealing with right now!"

Heather looked grateful for that answer as it laid any fears or concerns she had to rest.

That was just enough for Cody to switch to a subtle smirk. "But," The Tech Geek added with a slightly teasing tone, "I do think you need to make it up to me."

The Queen Bee blinked a few times, not fully catching what had been implied at first. But then her eyes widened slightly as she remembered just why she made such a strong effort to not fall back into her old ways. Aside from a sincere apology and promise not to let it happen again, there was a slight penalty that came with her fuck ups. Not her mistakes or accidents, but true blue fuck ups. It had been her bright idea at the time, after Cody turned down her initial offer to make things fair after cheating on him.

To put it simply, she had to do whatever he wanted within a slim definition of reasonable. Added to that it was one of the rare occasions where Cody would let out his more...feral side. Never once had he actually hurt her, or truly frightened her, but he did give her a very good incentive not to royally fuck up. Previously she had ended up sucking on his cock in her sleep like a pacifier for an entire night, spent an entire day with a egg vibrator in her that kept her so close to climax that a sneeze would have made her cum, and two rounds of anal sex. Personally, she looked back at the two rounds of anal as the most lenient punishments.

The realization that she would have to go through something similar, or one of the previous punishments again made Heather frown before pouting. Leaning back, she asked, "Okay then. Just what do I need to do to make up for it?"

Silently she begged that he wouldn't use the egg vibrator again.

Cody turned his head slightly off to the side and Heather's gaze followed his line of sight to the recliner at the other side of the room. Then her eyes returned to Cody, who was sporting a wolfish grin. It was the kind of grin he only got when he knew she was going to be a blushing wreck.

Having quickly caught onto what Cody was hinting, Heather's cheeks turned pink.

"B-but-but…if-if we do th-that, there's no way they won't hear me! I'll ruin their first time! I can't ride you in that position and not scream!" The Queen Bee implored, trying like hell to get out of this situation any way she could.

Cody couldn't help smirk at the irony. Before she had no problems with intruding on Jasmine and Sammy's first time, but now she was making it out to be something sacred. He knew she was desperately trying to maintain that oh so precious image she projected to others, preferring they dislike if not hate her rather than think of her as anything less than perfect and in control. "After what you tried to pull on them, I think hearing you is going to add to it for them. Besides, you're the one who made me bad guy for the day, remember? If I have wear the label, I might as well get some mileage out of it."

Heather knew there was no way out of this, but at the same time she really wasn't looking forward to this exactly. She had a reputation to maintain, an appearance to keep up, and…well, that would be impossible to maintain with either Jasmine or Sammy now. Under normal circumstances Heather was in control, cool and level headed, but in cowgirl position she tended to be fairly...vocal. She had no problem with Cody knowing this, but she never let anyone else see, or more importantly hear her in that position. So, with shoulders in a slight slump, she rose off his lap and headed for the chair. Given Cody's eagerness, she half expected him to lunge at her before making it half way across the room and braced herself.

But it never happened.

Instead, Heather saw Cody leaving the room and heading towards the bathroom.

"What are you doing!?" Heather hissed.

"I'm going to get a towel…or two…or maybe three," he whispered back.

That caused Heather to blush a vivid shade of crimson. "That only happened one time! One time! And that was over a year ago!"

"I'm not risking my second favorite chair on a chance!" Cody fired back before disappearing around the corner.

As Cody went to retrieve the towels he wanted, Heather was left to try and figure out just what her boyfriend had meant by second favorite chair.

Regardless, she was erupting with nervousness and worry, while at the same time feeling just a little bit excited.

Not that she would ever admit it.

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She was erupting with eagerness, while feeling kind of nervous and worried.

For once, Sammy wasn't allowing those well-known negative emotions to weigh her down. Instead the blonde cheerleader was jumping up and down on the bed that for the rest of the day would be her and her lovers, no one else's. The bedsprings groaned and creaked but no more so than on any given weekend. While continuing her jumps she was also doing something else, something she had done less than five times she could remember in her lifetime. She squealed at the top of her lungs like a giddy schoolgirl not giving a damn who heard her, all the while running the same two thoughts over and over in her mind.

'I can't believe we got this room for the entire day!'

And

'I was so worried that we'd only get one time together, or maybe two or three depending on what they wanted to see!'

For a while, Jasmine simply watched her girlfriend. The Aussie was literally a breath away from holding down her lover and ravaging her like a feral beast but even that couldn't compel her to end Sammy's display of pure jubilation. It was something so sweet yet so rare of her. To see Sammy happy and not worrying about anything or anyone, simply enjoying the moment for all that it was worth. Plus seeing Sammy's breast bouncing between jumps was equally as enchanted, though for a different reason.

Regardless the two combined cause a warm smile on the Outback Girl's dark face.

Waiting until Sammy had stopped acting like a happy child; Jasmine asked her the question that had been bothering her since Cody gave them free use of the bedroom. "Sammy, would ya 'ave been truly okay with our first time 'aving an audience?"

Thanks to Sammy still standing on the bed, Jasmine had an unheard of chance to look up into her love's eyes, and what the Aussie saw was Sammy's beautiful face suddenly turning bright red. After a few seconds of blushing, Sammy looked down before nodding her head. "Y-yes…I w-would have been o-okay with it. As long as I finally had you. They already know about us, and they've kept our secret. Right now the only thing I care about is you."

After saying that, Sammy got off of the bed, and looked up at her Amazon of a girlfriend. Looking down at her little angel, Jasmine's smile conveyed just how touched she was by that answer. Seeing this in turn made Sammy look away while an even darker blush blossomed across her cheeks.

"Where did that come from?" Jasmine asked.

Smiling shyly, Sammy answered, "When you threatened to drive through the carwash with Amy tied to the hood of your jeep yesterday. And then when you stayed over the entire night just to make sure she didn't try anything." Suddenly Sammy looked very conflicted and worried. "I-I-I mean," She began again, this time having some difficulty, "I-I always liked you and I-uh, I wanted you. B-but after that…I, I just knew that you felt the same way! That you would always be there for me!" she confessed with a note of courage rippling through her small and trembling frame.

Hearing her words made Jasmine pause as another voice spoke up, this one from within her mind. Once again just as it had been many times since that day it was Heather's, her repeated instructions running in the back of her mind almost like a mantra at times after having them drilled into her that day. She needed to be proactive, she needed to show Sammy what she felt, and prove that she will always be there for her.

Looking down at the angel who had somehow managed to fall for her, so nervous but obviously chopping at the bit to take their relationship to the next level, Jasmine whispered to herself, "I've be'n sucha fuckin' wanker this entire time. After all these years with you, it took a pair of randy ex B-celebrities to give me the kick in the pants that I needed."

Sitting on the bed as the full realization dawned on her, Sammy sat next to her having apparently heard her whisper. The Good Twin gave an adorable frown to her girlfriend before chastising her. "I don't think Cody is that bad, and Heather seems to…uh, mean well," she paused before amending "most of the time."

Jasmine gave her trademark chuckle-snort that always melted Sammy's heart before asking, "Ya can't think that 'ighly of 'em. Ya only met them twice 'n this time 'Eather almost robbed us of our first time bein' alone."

"I said that I didn't think that Cody was that bad and that Heather meant well," Sammy reminded Jasmine, "I never said I thought highly of them," she explained before bursting into a fit of giggles.

As Sammy continued enjoying her own little joke, Jasmine pulled her up to herself, lifting her up like she weighted nothing before guiding her lips into a deep kiss. Before Sammy knew what was happening she felt something massive and slick slide past her lips and probe the cavern of her mouth. She squealed at the feeling as they rarely had time to relax and enjoy more than a quick peck between them. Unable and unwilling to stop herself, Jasmine pulled Sammy against her tightly, almost as if she was trying to absorb the smaller girl into her as the kiss deepened. Hearing the light angelic moan escape from her throat, Jasmine's hands slid across her shoulders and back, wanting, needing for her to be closer. When she gripped Sammy by the hips and grinded her against her, she felt the tiniest bit of moistness on her exposed stomach from where she knew Sammy's jeans was hiking up around her waist. This only added fuel to the fire of Jasmine's desire.

This feeling, it was indescribable, not the lust, not the want, both of those she knew to lesser extents. It was the power flowing through her veins, alien, or at the very least completely foreign to her, she loved how it felt. The control she had over the situation, what they were doing, knowing that they were here now, about to do what they were about to do because she wanted it, she willed it, she made it happen. She wanted Sammy, so she took her. Sammy wanted her, so she gave herself to her. When Amy tried to get between them she removed her, and when she didn't want to share her and Sammy's first time she took action yet again. Everything that had been in her way, everything that tried to stop her or slow her down had been knocked aside or outright destroyed.

And she knew, she knew it was all thanks to her own two hands. Her heart's greatest desire was now in her hands, kissing her, ready and willing to give herself to her. Though she would never say it out loud, and would take it with her to the grave, she admitted to herself in the back of her mind that now she understood what Heather was about, and just why she had warned her that day.

Power was addictive, but control? That was something else entirely.

Knowing that she and she alone could give Sammy what she wanted, that it was by her choice alone if she could or would have it was beyond intoxicating. After several minutes however Jasmine realized that like with Heather, Sammy would need to breathe soon. So, reluctantly she released her girlfriend's lips. The Aussie's instincts turned out to be correct as Sammy took several massive gulps of air, even as she looked a little disappointed at the kiss ending. She could have swore she heard Sammy mutter between breaths 'I want more' but it could have been her mind playing tricks on her. Still held up in her girlfriend's soft but strong arms, Sammy blushed an even brighter shade of scarlet before asking, "W-wh-what was that for?"

Putting Sammy back onto the bed right next to her, Jasmine answered with a large smile, "'Cuz I wanted to. 'N I want to do a lot more with ya, Sammy. If ya feel up for it, of course?" The Aussie then smirked in such a way that her intentions couldn't have been clearer if they were made of glass. "Now that we don't 'ave an audience, I'm gonna go out on a limb 'ere 'n guess that ya feel a bit more willin', yes?"

Sammy couldn't express her answer in words, but her rapid 'drinky-drink bird' nodding got the message across quite well. After giggling a little, both out of nervousness and giddiness, the blonde cheerleader looked away slightly before confessing, "I-I-I've been dre-dreaming about th-this for a while. For-for the pa-past couple of years, in fact."

"Are ya serious, Sammy?" Jasmine asked, really hoping that she was.

Despite not believing that it to be possible, Jasmine saw Sammy's face turn even redder. "I-I-I…I ha-have woken up quite a f-f-few times all…uh, all h-hot and both-bothered thinking of you n-n-nak-naked when asleep," The Good Cheerleader Twin admitted as if it were pulling teeth. "I've had to make a lot of, of…uh, quick runs to the bathroom to-to, um…uh…to…handle it."

Jasmine turned as red as Sammy and her dark eyes went wide at hearing that. While she could easily and logically assume that the blonde thought that after being in a three-year relationship with her, to actually hear it confirmed threw the Aussie for a loop. Not really knowing why, this reveal made Jasmine feel quite nervous, which easily showed.

Seeing her reaction, Sammy became quiet and turned away from her once again. But this was different from the previous times. There was no awkward or cute smile showing or even a blush. Instead, there was a look of bitterness and self-hatred, fearing that she had messed things up.

Sammy's reaction made the Outback Survivalist flashback to her 'training time' with Heather.

'If Sammy ever works up the nerve to ask you for a kiss, or attempts to kiss you without any prompt or warning and you freeze up, Sammy will fall back to square one and lose whatever progress she made to get that far. And when that happens it will be twice as hard for her to get there again.'

Instantly Jasmine realized how big of a mistake she had just made. Outside of the kissing part, that was exactly what Heather had tried to warn her about. She was tempted to allow the despair of possibly knocking Sammy back down to square one overwhelm her…but she quickly brushed such feelings and fears aside.

She wouldn't allow it. Not now, not when they finally had a chance.

Instead of wallowing in despair, Jasmine took her girlfriend's much smaller hand into her own. After the ebony titan gave her love's hand a tight squeeze, Sammy looked up, and when she did she saw the bright purple face of Jasmine, who was blushing even more than she was. "Do ya have any idea 'ow many nights I dreamed of nothing ravage ya raw, Sammy? Or 'ow many pairs of knickers I've 'ad to go through every single bloody week 'cuz of me thinkin' of you in just ya birthday suit?" The Aussie then once again picked up her girlfriend, loving how she was able to do that so easily. "Or 'ow difficult it is to 'ave a wet dream when livin' with three older brothers?" The Australian Goddess then stunned the Cheerleader with another powerful, tongue-filled kiss. When it ended, with a loud pop, the Aussie added breathily, "More than once I've 'ad to literally barrel through the 'allway and throw one of my darlin' brothers out of the way so I could 'ave some much needed alone time."

Sammy stared at Jasmine in sheer disbelief. Her brain having the hardest time processing all of this, believing that Jasmine could get that fired up just thinking about her!?

Not waiting for Sammy to piece it all together, both for her own desires and knowing that showing would be more effective than telling, Jasmine kissed Sammy again. And then again, and again, and again, and again. Moving from her soft lips to her cheeks, to her jaw line and then down her neck, relishing in the feather light moans, groans, and hitches Sammy made as she claimed and marked what was finally hers after so many years of waiting.

Finally, Jasmine stopped kissing Sammy, who looked horrified, half expecting that she had done something wrong to make her stop. "I've got to ask, Sammy. Are ya really ready? As much as I want this, I also don't wanna rush you or make ya feel like ya 'ave to justa please me." Again, Jasmine put Sammy down, her face filled with equal parts concern and compassion. She wanted this, badly, but she wasn't going to push Sammy if she was the least bit uncomfortable with this.

In the back of her mind, she did recall Heather mentioning something about a 'toy box' if they needed it.

"I-I'll admit that I'm…kind of nervous…but I want this! I want you, Jazz!" Sammy said, switching from a nervous strain to an eager explosion. "We've both wanted this for so long and I don't know when we'll be able to get another chance like this. I think we should take it while we can."

Despite feeling like she was on cloud nine at hearing that, Jasmine snorted. "Ya know, it wouldn't be that 'ard to get this room rented out to us again. I bet all I'd 'ave to do to get it back is promise to flash a little some their way."

Repressing a fit of giggles, Sammy gave her a mock pout while pointing and wagging her finger, "Jasmine Bergin! You shouldn't talk about your friends like that."

Smiling down at the Blonde angel, Jasmine countered her, "Ya never said I was wrong."

Before Sammy could respond, Jasmine lowered her towering form over Sammy's much smaller one as she guided her to her back onto the bed. Careful to not force too much of her weight on Sammy, she nevertheless reveled in the sensation of Sammy's smaller body underneath her own. There was again that feeling of power, the raw desire to dominate and claim what was being given to her. This raw, almost primal desire was tempered however by another, equally powerful feeling. It was difficult to pin down, but the closest she could compare it to was 'completion'. Something within her had clicked into place. Like two puzzle pieces coming together, she was filled with an unbridled joy, not just a feeling, but also the knowledge that this was right, this was what was supposed to be, always had been, always would be. All this simply from contact with the only person who mattered as much to her as her family.

Her mighty yet still feminine hands began roaming over the clothed terrain that was Sammy. No, something within her bristled, not Sammy, HER Sammy! While doing so she again helped herself to the meek Cheerleader's lips. Her body surged with electricity as she helped herself once more to the forbidden fruit of Sammy's lips. The waves of pleasure increasing when her love started returning her actions. Lips and tongues intertwined, Jasmine brought her hands to Sammy's shoulders, which same as every other part of her didn't fully fit in Jasmine's hands. From there she slid her hands down Sammy's lithe and slender form, loving how they conformed to her curves. Soon enough they were at the bottom half of the blonde beauty. One hand remained at Sammy's rear, squeezing the tiny but taut muscles of her cheeks. The other hand then climbed back up to her chest, spreading its fingers over the still concealed chest.

The Aussie was quite surprised when she noticed Sammy's actions mirror her own. One tiny hand starting to feel up her generous but tight as steel backside, despite not being able to fully grasp one of the copper butt-cheeks within its grip, while the other was snaking its way towards the valley of her own cleavage.

Jasmine felt a jolt of excitement run through her as Sammy's tiny hands slowly and cautiously began moving with a little more certainty, becoming bolder. A tender touch becoming a light feel before turning into a careful grab and hold. She had been worried at first when Sammy didn't do anything, hoping to God that she would start to return her affections and that things wouldn't just descend into awkwardness. It seemed that her prayers for pleasures of the flesh had been answered. Jasmine in turn deepened their kiss and pressed her body into Sammy's form, causing the petite girl to sink deeper into the mattress that had already been tested by countless nights of passion. Both parties became more vocal, breathless sighs turning into guttural moans of need, each driving the other further and deeper into the fires of passion.

As much as she had wanted this, as much as she had needed this, it soon became apparent that it wasn't enough. Jasmine wanted more, 'needed' more. As nice as Sammy's clothed body felt against her own, the waking predator within hungered for more. More skin, more flesh, and it was limited by one thing. One thing the Outback Survivalist was determined to correct.

It was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life, but Jasmine managed to break the passionate kiss between them. For the briefest of moments a look of shock and hatred flashed in Sammy's teal eyes that was unmistakable. For the briefest of moments, she looked exactly like Amy minus the beauty mark. Thankfully, it was brief and as soon as it appeared the evil in her eyes left, sincere confusion in its place.

Jasmine didn't speak for a several moments, having to repress her arousal and find her voice for what she planned to do next. She had to be strong…for Sammy's sake and her own. She was in control, not her wants, not her needs, but she, herself, as a person.

"Sammy," Jasmine began, "I'm sorry to 'ave to stop us but I wanna take things up a notch. Let me ask ya a question, 'ave ya been wonderin' why I asked ya to wear a button-down shirt 'ere?"

The Good Cheerleader nodded her head.

"Well," Jasmine started, after which she took several shaking breathes, "it's 'cuz I've dreamed of seeing a button-down shirt being taken off of ya."

Thought Sammy raised an eyebrow out of confusion at the admittedly odd sexual fantasy, she didn't say anything. As difficult as it was since her limbs were interlinked with Jasmine's much stronger ones, Sammy moved her hands towards the top button to undo it.

But before she could do so, Jasmine's hands stopped hers, clamping down tight to hold them still. Sammy looked at Jasmine in further confusion as the Aussie's hands made their way to the buttoned shirt's collar. "No, no…that wasn't what I meant, Sammy," Jasmine finally said after a long pause. For what felt like forever, the two remained frozen as statues. But Sammy didn't care, she didn't even notice as she found herself lost in her eyes.

Looking down into her eyes was Jasmine, the person who had been her closest friend for as long as she could remember and her girlfriend for the past three years. But something was different now. It was the eyes; something was different about them. Surging from the twin orbs of ebony was an energy that Sammy had never seen before. It was the same pure confidence, determination, and strength, something animalistic that Heather had managed to coax awake for only moments. And just like the day she had met Heather, just like the Queen Bee's eyes, Sammy found herself trapped within their gaze. A primal feeling of awe washed over the Good Cheerleader Twin, she felt not as though she were staring into the eyes of a person, but into the mouth of an active volcano.

As her hands gripped the collar of Sammy's shirt tightened, Jasmine focused her stare on the top button. Finally, unable to wait any longer, her voice growled from the deepest depths of desire, "I 'ave been dreamin' of doin' this for the last two fuckin' years!"

With a mighty pull, Jasmine ripped Sammy's old buttoned shirt open, the fabric's merger resistance lasting mere microseconds before the sounds of tearing cloth and popping buttons filled the air. Hands still gripping the pieces of shirt like tattered flags, Jasmine stared at the treasure they had previously hidden.

A quick glance up showed that even though Sammy's face was the reddest yet, it was also happiest she had ever seen it. Jasmine's eyes soon found their focus drawn back to the exposed bra-clad breasts as thought they were worth more than gold or diamonds.

And indeed they were.

Both girls waited with bated breath, mentally preparing to continue as their faces turned redder than rubies and burned hotter than red dwarf stars.

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With her face burning red hot in embarrassment, Heather watched as Cody returned from the bathroom and as he had warned/promised held two beach towels in hand. Remaining silent even as her face turned even redder she used what little time she had left to build up her inner strength. The Queen Bee watched as her boyfriend laid out the towels over the chair, with one across the seat cushion and the other over the leg-rest.

Once the towels were in place, Cody, taking his sweet time and with a cocky grin in place, sat down on the chair. He took a few moments to lean back into the seat, and gave a few over-the-top sighs of satisfaction at feeling the towels offering a little extra cushioning. Once he was comfortable, he patted his lap, silently telling Heather to come sit.

The Queen Bee shot her boyfriend a 'are you serious' look, only for Cody to grin before giving the only response needed.

He turned the chair on.

It took Heather a minute to figure out how to mount his lap while he was sitting in the inclined chair due to the armrests but she managed. Facing Cody with her knees bent to either side of his hips, she wiggled her hips and grinded against his still throbbing cock as she made herself as comfortable as she could.

The Queen Bee might not have known what Cody had planned yet but she was damn sure that making out with him wasn't out of the question. She lowered herself to his chest slowly; making sure her boyfriend got a good look at her cleavage as she descended and molded against him. Soon enough the young couples' lips began their usual battle for dominance. Lips sliding and tongues gliding along each other with a level of skill and precision that only came from years of devoting hours upon hours to memorizing every weak point and every sweet spot of their lover. The same was true with their hands, Cody's freely running up and down Heather's thighs and backside while Heather's kneaded his shoulders like bread dough. While both loved this, the feel of their partners body pressed into their own, hands and lips focused only on the secret points known to no other, Cody undeniably loved it more. Part of the reason was because he still remembered a time not so long ago when this would have been all it took to make him cum. The other reason was this being one of the rare times that the ball was completely in his court. He alone would decide what happened and what didn't. While he didn't like how this had come to be, he was determined to use the opportunity to its fullest.

Time passed, how much and how long neither cared. If a definition were needed for how long had passed both would have labeled it as 'not enough'. Trembling when Cody's fingers ran along the inside of her thighs then began digging into the backsides of her knees, Heather broke the silence as she asked between long, skillful, hungry kisses, "What…do you…have in…mind, Cody? How…are…we suppose…to make this…work?"

Cody broke the kiss to nibble on her neck before giving a puff of hot air against her ear. Smirking, he whispered hotly into her ear, "That's not my problem. It's yours. Consider it part of your punishment."

Before Heather could ask him any questions, he forced the Queen Bee's lips to his once more. As the lovers' entered a second round of intense making-out, something had become obvious to both of them. Whereas the first round they were equal strength, this time Cody was taking charge. The Tech Geek mentally reflected on how this would have been impossible for the longest time, even if Heather was only giving a half-hearted effort she outclassed him in the carnal arts in every way imaginable. At least until he started learning and memorizing her weak points and sweet spots a year ago. Now they were equal when going at full strength.

So it wasn't a surprise that Cody easily took the lead when Heather wasn't going at full. The reason for her holding back was rather simple however; she was trying to figure out how to get herself and Cody ready for the next stage. Under her current circumstances she wasn't able to summon forth much brainpower, but even so she did develop one noteworthy idea.

Both she and Cody needed to shed a few layers.

Though it was difficult thanks to the kisses that robbed her brain of oxygen and the hands that groped her most sensitive points without pause or restraint, Heather managed to remove her shirt. As the lavender tube-top was tossed somewhere behind her to the floor, Cody ceased his efforts and pushed Heather back a bit so he could marvel at the sight before him. And what a sight it was. Heather, sitting on his lap and still mostly dressed, panting for breath and her face flush. Heather's near perfect upper body, covered by a red bra was damp with perspiration, just enough to give her flat stomach and thin yet toned arms a light sheen. A small part of him, a part that was becoming smaller and smaller as time went by still couldn't believe that he had bagged this beauty. That she had chosen him of all people.

Eventually Cody managed to take his eyes off of Heather's heaving chest and focused on her face. When he did, he was shocked; his cocky grin broke for a brief moment. Heather was blushing, but it was in a different from what he usually saw. Normally the Queen Bee's cheeks would cast off an adorable, faint pink when flush from exertion. If she were taken by surprise you might see a shade of rose with trances of crimson. But right now Heather's face was red, truly red like an apple.

The Tech Geek was stunned, and was about to ask if she was okay when he stopped himself. 'I can't tell if this is an act or not. But if it isn't, I can use this to my advantage,' he thought to himself as his cocky grin not only returned, but also stronger than ever.

"Why Heather, I didn't know you could be such a flatterer? Is your face so hot and bothered just for me? You shouldn't have. Tell me, how did someone has experienced as the Heather Wilson will herself to look as embarrassed as a schoolgirl about to lose her V-card? After all the things we've done together in bed, on the counter, in the shower, in the locker room, and even your fathers desk, how is it that this of all things gets to you?" Cody asked in a manner closer to the cockiest son of a bitch to ever live than the luckless Tech Geek of Total Drama.

Heather, not knowing why, stuttered, "I-I d-don't know why…" between a wavy chuckle. Shocked at what had just come out of her own mouth Heather froze as her blush grew. Cody's even cockier grin didn't help matters any. "S-s…sh-shut up!" she weakly barked. Realizing that any further words would only betray her, Heather fell back on the tried and true sure fire method to shut her boyfriend up.

She resumed making-out with him.

As their lips embraced each other with a sloppy strength, once again it was Cody who was the hungrier in his actions. While kissing Heather, the Tech Geek's hands traveled down the fine curves of her back until they reached her taut backside. Once there, they each took one firm globe of muscle in hand, squeezing and groping without a care in the world as the well-known and memorized terrain was reacquainted with his hands. While he loved and outright worshipped ever inch of her body, by far he had to admit her best feature was her toned, taunt, and unbelievably firm ass. The results of his ministrations was the front of Heather's pants dampening as her fluids began to thoroughly drench it.

As things heated up, Heather's mind, normally so clam during all but the most passionate of sex was finding itself overwhelmed by what was truthfully low-grade 'activity' for the two of them.

'What the fuck is going on!? Why am I getting me so goddamn wet just from making out!? And why the fuck am I getting embarrassed!? I am Heather fucking Wilson, I do not do embarrassed!'

Those feelings only increased when Cody broke the kiss and stopped groping her ass to whisper his next order into her ear. "Take off your jeans," The Tech Geek ordered sternly as he gave her belt loops a strong tug downward before resting his hands behind his head, ready to enjoy the show.

Thinking back to Cody's earlier comment, about all the things they had done together, Heather remembered giving him little strip shows before, especially back early on when they just started getting more physical and she was pushing him to work out more. Recalling that made the Queen Bee realize what the difference was between then and now. Before she was the one calling the shots, and since then even though their relationship was much more balanced she honestly couldn't recall a time where Cody was ever really firm or demanding with her. He would guide things, even take the lead, but it had always been a gentle hand, a push, a tug, never a direct or firm taking charge as it were. Not like this, anyway.

Heather was about to get off of the chair to do as her boyfriend asked when that same boyfriend ordered, "Stop!" The Queen Bee did as commanded and looked at him in confusion. "You're not allowed to get off this chair…until you get me off a few times at least."

"How the fucking hell am I suppose to do that!?" Heather demanded.

"You'll just have to get creative, I guess. Remember all of those years of ballet? If memory serves, you're quite 'flexible' when you want to be…or rather, when you have to be," Cody answered with his newfound swagger. Now, Heather had been surprised by that answer, but what surprised her even more was when Cody reclined the seat, before giving her backside a quick, firm, but not quite harsh smack. "Get to it! There's a pair of virgin lesbians in the next room getting it on and I'm plenty randy already! By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk without begging for more," he added, striking a fine line between playful and commanding as he struck her backside on the other cheek.

The only thing surpassing the surprise Heather felt at Cody continuing to take charge was her pleasure at seeing him do it. That caused Heather to reflect on something else, namely how shocking it was, since it made Cody the first guy to ever get such a reaction out of her. In the past, Heather always hated it when her boyfriends' would try to take charge of her in bed. There was something about it that made her just want to dominate them even more. Usually the only time Heather wanted to be controlled in the sack was with other girls, so much so that strength of personality and will were the two things she looked for when screening for threesome candidates.

Not dwelling on any of that right now, Heather leaned in and started making out with Cody again, with one hand behind his head ruffling his hair in a way she knew he liked while the other started to work on her jeans. It took much longer than normally due to her using one hand and not looking at her jeans, but Heather eventually managed to unbuckled the belt around her waist and unbutton her jeans. Moving it as slowly as she physically could while still making out with her boyfriend, the Queen Bee pulled down the zipper, the sound of the small bits of metal loosening caused Cock's cock grow even harder. Then, Heather brought her hand to her hips, gently hooking her fingers into the pants. Imagining that some music was blaring, envisioning herself as a stripper, she slowly swayed her hips while working her jeans down from her hips to her thighs. She started swaying her entire body from side to side. Still kissing, her tongue darting between his lips and swiping his teeth, and swaying, her body softly shifting from side to side, Heather slowly dragging her pants down with a series of bends and teasing twists. After what seemed like forever they were at her ankles. Still on her finely toned knees, Heather reached behind her and finally removed her jeans before throwing them on the ground.

Amazed that she had actually been able to pull that off after an entire year without practice, Heather was even more flushed as she looked back at Cody, who was still fully dressed. Resuming battle of kisses and gropes, she slipped her hands under his shirt and slowly started to remove it, pushing it up his chest.

But then Cody once again broke the kiss, worked his way along her jaw line to whisper into her other ear. "Take off your bra first, but leave your panties on."

Still embarrassed, but now having it mostly under control, Heather asked, "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"You lied to me," he pointed out.

"And I already reminded you, I've lied to you before."

"Not nearly as much anymore and never about anything important," Cody rebutted. "But more than that, you've never lied to me about something involving sex. And it doesn't help that you're not the only one who's dreamt of doing something with Jasmine and Sammy!"

"R-really?" Heather asked, genuinely stunned. She knew that Cody thought both were attractive and he wouldn't turn down a offer with them if it had worked out, but she hadn't expect him to admit it.

"Yes! Even though I've never tried to make it happen, I've dreamt of having a chance at Jasmine and Sammy, separately and together with you! I've dreamed about them probably as much as you have," Cody explained with a tone that conveyed how obvious it should have been to her. "You were right when you said that a live sex show with them was a dream come true. So when you told me that they were both willing to do it, I was really looking forward to it…a lot. Easily just as much as you were if not even more since I knew I was into girls for most of my life. But then I discovered the truth, and just like that you forced me into a corner." Heather noted the sarcastic, almost vicious frown that was on her boyfriend's face. How it showed the full the extent of just how absolutely pissed off Cody truly felt.

Seeing that Heather wasn't catching on and that he would have to spell it out for her, he did just that.

"You know how much I hate bullies, and you almost made me an ignorant cohort to one. I had to choose between a live action first time lesbian sex show or doing the right thing," he bitterly and mockingly said the last four words. Then his voice switched to a deadpan tone worthy of Noah as he added, "You forced me to choose between passing up on the fantasy of every straight guy that has ever lived, or being a complete and total douche bag like the assholes who bullied me until we graduated!"

It hadn't been until then that the full extent of just how bad Heather had fucked up dawned on her. She could easily understand and even excuse his frustration for missing out on seeing Jasmine and Sammy, first time or five hundredth time it didn't matter. But while that was a large part of the problem, it wasn't the entire problem. The Queen Bee had unknowingly dragged up very bad memories. While Cody had largely moved on from his days as being their high school's bitch, much like the a charge of being called a pervert, it could still get to him even now after all that had changed. As Heather had discovered first hand before their relationship went public, the wounds left by his four years in high school had gone much deeper than she initially realized. Just as the subject of her parents could still get to her, Cody's experiences from high school could still get to him.

"C-Cody…I-" Heather started, fully intending to sincerely apologize.

"Stop right there!" Cody ordered, causing Heather to stop dead in her tracks. "I already know you're sorry, and we will be having a long talk about this later, but right now I can't exactly think straight. I've got a boner that could cut through steel and my extremely hot half-naked girlfriend is on my lap bending to my whims," he said before pausing and then slightly softening his tone, if only just a little. "I do love you with all my heart and you mean the world to me but right now I'm very upset with you. And I'm also very, very horny. So I'm trying to work this out as best I can and kill two birds with one stone."

With that, Cody gave his girlfriend's backside another quick swat before saying, "Now get on with the strip show! You've got your work cut out for you Heather. You have to at minimum be equal to what we are missing out on, or I'll be very disappointed in you. Am I clear?"

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Time had remained frozen since Jasmine had torn Sammy's shirt in half. It was still, lifeless, unable to move past the awkwardness that charged the very air itself. Sounds of the top tearing had been the last to pass into the ears of the two. It was as if any sound or alternation of any kind would cause the entire universe to explode as the enormity of what they hoped to do was bearing down on them. But that wasn't the only reason why nothing had happened since Sammy lost her shirt. The other, larger reason was that neither had any idea of what to do. It had taken them three years just to reach this point, three years of dreaming to get this far, but neither had imagined much beyond it.

Both girls were frozen, but Jasmine was even more so. How could she not be?

There they were, what had dominated many of Jasmine's dreams for almost four years. Two B-cup sized breasts, pale oval melons ripe for the taking, bound by white cotton. As difficult as it was, Jasmine turned her gaze away from the twin treasures and back to Sammy's face. If she hadn't known the context of the situation, she would have thought that Sammy was in pain. Her angelic face was scrunched up, her cheeks were fiery red and she was fidgeting. Jasmine could tell that Sammy was barely keeping herself together since she most likely had insecurity issues regarding her breasts. And this was thanks to the same source as all her other insecurities...

Amy

The fact that they were partly exposed and less than a foot from her was almost more than Jasmine's brain could handle. She felt as if she might faint from fear at any moment. Seeing those dual orbs of fatty tissue had cemented the realization of just what was about to happen, the step they were about to take. It was all becoming quite overwhelming for her.

But, ironically, once again summoning the lessons Heather of all people imparted to her Jasmine brushed her fears aside. She had vowed that she wouldn't show any fear and she was determined to keep that vow! Luckily she finally had an idea for how to help Sammy and break the growing awkward tension.

"Beautiful," Jasmine said with a nearly reverential tone. When Sammy opened her eyes and saw sincere awe in the Aussie's eyes she nearly cried. Jasmine's beautiful black eyes had a glimmering sheen as well, like polished coal. "They are so…beautiful, Sammy."

Much of the pain and nervousness left the Good Cheerleader Twin's face, but it was quickly replaced by the first inklings of sadness. Looking away from her love, Sammy spoke in a worried whisper, "B-but…but they're so small…"

It killed her to see Sammy looking so sad, it made Jasmine feel powerless to move for several long moments. She wasn't sure what the right course of action was in this situation. But eventually, she shouted at herself to grow a nonexistent pair and pull up her big girl panties. Acting without any more hesitation, Jasmine grabbed Sammy's chin with one hand. Moving as gently as she could, the Outback Survivalist brought her love back to her. "They're perfect," Jasmine softly voice carried not one ounce of deceit or hesitation.

The Good Twin couldn't say anything but the troubled look vanished, replaced with a small smile instead.

That smile grew both in size and nervousness when she saw Jasmine's hands slowly move towards her breasts. After what felt like forever, the Australian goddess slid her massive hands under the cups of her bra, and for the first time skin was holding bare skin. Jasmine grabbed the pair firmly, but not too roughly. Each hand completely covered one of the orbs in its tender warm embrace. Normally Sammy would have worried that her breasts were too small, but for once she didn't. Instead, she moaned reflexively in compliance. Her cheeks flashed red again, this time due to fear over Jasmine's reaction at hearing her moaning. The Twin looked up with nervous eyes, only to find her dark-skinned lover chuckling and snorting in that one-two punch way that she had fallen in love with so many years ago.

"Sammy…there's no need to be embarrassed," Jasmine said warmly as she handled Sammy's breasts just a little easier, if only until she was finished speaking. "In fact, I like it when ya moan like that. I want to be sure I'm doin' a good job. So please, moan away. Don't 'old anythin' back. Let me know 'ow good of a job I'm doin' at pleasin' ya."

With that, Jasmine continued to ravage her breasts, but the Outback Survivalist was restraining herself. As difficult as it was, she was not squeezing or twisting the Good Twin's breasts anywhere nearly as strongly as she could. She knew of her strength, and the last thing she wanted to do was accidently hurt Sammy. Even so, a restrained groping from Jasmine was about equal to what your average overly eager teenage virgin would do in her shoes.

It wouldn't be until after the fact that Jasmine learned Sammy actually enjoyed her being rough. To have so much raw power focused on and tending to her, wanting only to hear her moans of satisfaction burnt her with a tightening pleasure, she felt as bright as the many electronic signs in Time Square. Heeding to Jasmine's request, Sammy held nothing back. Every squeeze of pleasure elicited a high sensuous moan, every pinch brought about a deep groan, every twist earned a biting hiss and every tug was followed by a sharp gasp.

And it would also not be until after the fact, much later after the fact, that Jasmine would look back on her handling of her lover's mounds as sincere …but amateurish. When looking back on this first time and how her future skills would blow her current ones out of the water, Jasmine would laugh and snort in that way that always made Sammy smile.

But in the present, Jasmine continued her simple but methodical routine for a very, very, very long time. The pleasure both were receiving from her actions was not the only reason why. It was also due to Jasmine being worried about moving forward, that she'd screw up. Eventually though, she worked up the courage to push things further.

A part of her still not believing that this was real, that this was actually happening, Jasmine pushed Sammy's bra up over her breasts to fully expose them to her eyes for the first time.

The combined nervousness and sudden rush of cold air running against her exposed nipples made them harden, and to Jasmine's surprise and disappointment Sammy stopped moaning. The fear of rejection that had previously gripped The Good Twin returned in full force. Thanks in no small part to Amy's constant, vicious insults; Sammy always hated her body, especially her breasts. Every since puberty had hit them both, Amy had seemingly made it her life's mission to destroy any semblance of confidence she had or anything resembling a positive thought regarding her body. Everything was wrong with her, nothing was right, and now Jasmine would see it, know it to be true just as she did. Any moment now Jasmine would get up, leave her, and this beautiful dream would be over like it never happened. All of those worries vanished however the moment Sammy saw the look on Jasmine's face. The Twin had never seen anyone so entranced as her love, and of all things it was her tiny, unnoticeable, almost nonexistent chest that was somehow the cause.

For her part, Jasmine couldn't believe that this was the first time that she had actually seen Sammy bare-chested and was committing every square inch to memory. They had made out before, and things had gotten hot and heavy on a few occasions, but neither of them had ever seen the other in a state of undress.

Like a starting pistol had been fired, Jasmine was more than ready to continue as she felt the stirrings of something within. No longer was it sleeping, but it wasn't fully awake yet either, still rousing from its lifetime of slumber. Jasmine's hands ran down from her shoulders and began to grope the newly revealed flesh even rougher than before, taking extra time to pinch, twist and pull on the now exposed nipples. Just as the Australian had hoped, Sammy was extremely responsive to this change and moaned even louder than before as her entire body felt like it was on wonderful fire. The full body blush that spread across her from her face down to her toes only reinforced the image.

Indeed, Sammy was enjoying herself immensely, Jasmine's large, powerful hands massaging her breasts with a mixture of tender care and wanton desire, roughness barely kept in check by reverence. But eventually, something clicked within the Good Twin's sexually overloaded mind, a realization that some small part of her was profoundly bothered with, unhappy with.

"It-it-it-it-it's no-not f-f-f-fa-fair…if-if you g-get to s-s-se-see me na-naked but-but-but…I don't ge-get to see you na-naked!" Sammy finally squeaked in between pleasured moans and hisses.

Jasmine's hands came to a dead stop as she started to shake ever so slightly. The Outback Survivalist passed it off to herself as excitement, when in reality it was because she was nervous that Sammy would be disappointed in what she saw. Her life-long held dissatisfaction with her body, combined with the knowledge that what Sammy had been fantasizing for years created the very real (in her mind) fear that she might not live up to her expectations.

Regardless, with her hands feeling like lead, Jasmine started to pull her shirt up.

But then, she felt Sammy's hands take hers, freezing them in place. Still fearful, but now more surprised than anything she was unable to stop herself from looking at her usually shy girlfriend with an expression of bewilderment.

"Y-you ripped my shirt off," Sammy reminded her looking unusually confident, but then in a microsecond her confidence was replaced by worry, "Uh, not that I'm mad or anything! Far from it, it was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen!" she said, more than a little panicked. But then her teal eyes widened as her worrying look was replaced by one of sheer terror, "No, no, that's not true! You're the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, Jasmine! Please don't be-!"

"I'm not mad or anythin'," Jasmine said calmly, stopping her love from going on a guilt-inducing rant that wasn't needed or true. She was more amused by her girlfriend's adorable squirming than anything else. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Heather's was snickering in the back of her mind but she silenced it. "Please continue with what ya started with, 'kay?"

Sammy looked very happy to see that reaction as she managed to pull herself together. "I-I'm not a strong as you, so I can't pull a Tarzan for you…bu-but I-I want to op-open my…uh, my present too…you know, if that's okay?"

Her blush would have been visible from low orbit.

Again, Jasmine was shocked. Never once had she ever imagined Sammy would take such a bold step such as this. Summoning her courage, her eyes flickered for a brief moment as again the waking beast stirred within. Her features shifted ever so slightly back into there previously school confident expression and she managed to get a grip over her fears. "'Course, love. 'Ave at it, then," she said before removing her hands from the hem of her shirt, with Sammy's smaller ones taking their place.

That was when Sammy realized that her love was not only wearing a white tank top, but also her light tan cargo vest. As she slowly took over both layers, she blurted out mostly to keep herself from panicking and stopping, "Just how layers do you have on you, Jasmine?"

Jasmine laughed hard at that, with the tense atmosphere making it even more humorous. "I never knew ya were so good at makin' jokes, Sammy. I do love me a funny woman."

Too overwhelmed by the joy she was feeling at hearing Jasmine's laugh, and the boost to her confidence thanks to the Aussie's compliment, Sammy joined her in laughter. By the time she was done laughing, The Good Twin had removed both the cargo vest and the tank top. That just left the bra itself, and as you'd expect Sammy froze at the sight for a very understandable reason.

The bra that Jasmine wore was...quite different from the ones Sammy had seen in sneak-peaks previously. Whereas in the past Jasmine had taken to wearing white, bland purely functional clothing, the bra before her was darker than Jasmine's skin, made of pure lace, and was boosting her cleavage quite a bit. The sight alone nearly gave her a heart attack, but thankfully her blood pressure was regulated by the jets of steam whistling out of her ears. This had the thankful (for Jasmine) effect of making her miss the look of nervousness that flashed across Jasmine's face brought on from Sammy finally seeing this particular bra. True to her word, the day after Heather's 'lessons' she had indeed dragged her out shopping for clothes, and while she had managed to resist and turn down the Queen Bee's prodding to buy any number of frilly, lacy, skimpy pieces, this particular one had gotten through. Thanks in no small part to the vivid mental picture Heather had painted specifically of this exact moment, and thanks to the Good Cheerleader Twin's reaction of staring for a solid ten seconds, she begrudgingly admitted that perhaps the Asian Hottie did in fact know what she was talking about after all. It was another ten seconds at least before Sammy dragged herself out of her stupor to attempt to remove the bra.

And "attempting" proved to be an apt word to describe the experience, or lack thereof. Without noticing it, Sammy found herself in the same situation as many a young man about to pop their cheery, struggling (and failing) to undo her girlfriend's bra.

As her fingers fumbled over the clip at the back, Sammy was oblivious to Jasmine's face turning red and scrunching up as her fists coiled around the sheets. The Amazon's iron-will was crumbling by the second as Sammy's forearms were pushing her cleavage up and together. It was half the reason she didn't own any fancy underwear actually. Aside from the practical aspect, her breasts were rather sensitive, and combined with their large size they made for an awkward issue when it came to what she wore. What made it even worse however was that the more focused Sammy became on removing the bra, the closer her face got to her cleavage. Jasmine felt her skin as it was terra-formed into a landscape of ebony hills as the hot breath of her blonde beauty blew across it, causing goose bumps to sprout and spread across her body. Within a few moments she was positive that Sammy's face would be buried in her cleavage if this continued.

Not that she would have minded that.

Trying to think of anything else to distract her from the wonderful torture she was enduring, Jasmine thought back to the day she had bought this particular bra. More specifically she focused on how the salesperson explained that this bra was noteworthy for its 'easy removability'.

'Easy removability, my arse!' she fumed while struggling to shift and rub her thighs together or ravage Sammy.

"What's going on? Why can't I get this off!? I get mine on and off all the time! Why does it have to be so difficult!? It doesn't make any se—I just about… guh… what is going on!? What are these, what kind of clasp is…who even uses—Ah! Forget it!" Sammy muttered to herself before finally giving up taking off this bra the normal way.

Getting frustrated by the inanimate bra clip that she currently hated even more than Amy, Sammy looked squarely at Jasmine, their faces only inches apart and with a commanding tone rallied up by anger unnoticed by the Twin barked, "Raise your arms!"

Floored at the sheer strength of the small girl's tone, Jasmine complied. Without delay, Sammy quickly pulled the bra up over Jasmine's breasts and head, in a manner matching what the Aussie had done with her earlier. As the bra was tossed overhead to the floor, the formerly bound chocolate bust was at last freed from its confines.

The sight before her left Sammy completely stupefied, her eyes refusing to blink and her mouth hanging agape.

And she remained that way for a solid minute, barely even breathing.

In that time, Jasmine began feeling more and more self-conscious, not to mention worried. She was doing a remarkable job of not showing it but it was getting harder and harder to keep her fears under control. When she started losing her grip from the tension, Jasmine tuned her face away from her loves direction and asked, "Are ya 'kay? I hope they aren't too much of a disappointment, Sammy," her tone sounding regretful in advance.

Again, there was only a long stench of silence. After finally working up the nerve, Jasmine looked at the blonde's face, finally getting her first good look at it since her bra came off. It was red, but it was much more than just red. It was a shade of red that Jasmine had never seen in her life before, anywhere.

Jasmine had apparently been correct when she imagined that Sammy had thought about her breasts every single night, but the Aussie had misunderstood one key detail. Her breast more than surpassed all of the blonde Good Twin's erotic fantasies, hopes and dreams.

Time had lost all meaning as Sammy helped herself to endless eyefuls of what had to be a monument to femininity. They were enormous! The two jiggling seas of copper rippled with every tiny movement (nervous fidgeting largely being under control) and that glistened in the light from the light sheen of sweet that covered them. In Sammy's mind, the two massive mounds of milk chocolate looked sweeter than any editable dessert, capped at the center of each mount was a peak of dark chocolate that to her were like a pair of Hersey's Kisses. Never before had she felt a stronger craving for candy in her life.

She didn't even notice when she licked her lips.

Flushed, surprised, aroused, and nervous all at once, there was only one word that Sammy could utter at this moment, only one word that conveyed the total range of what she was feeling at this very moment.

"Whoa…"

That response, as simple as it was, broke the tension and made Jasmine smile. "Are me joeys everythin' you 'ad been 'oping for?" The Australian asked, now smiling without a hint of fear.

Sammy nervously muttered, "More…much, much more…"

"I'm so glad to 'ear that. I was worried ya wouldn't like 'em so…"

"Are you crazy!? Look at those things!" Sammy shouted in something between arousal and confused alarm. "They have got to be a double D forty!"

"Uh…double D forty two…actually…" Jasmine corrected, blushing for some reason.

It looked like Sammy's brain was fried at hearing that. Her girlfriend had breasts that big and that perfect…and she had been worried about what a little old B-cup like her thought!?

The Meek Twin was unable to move as she simply stared up as Jasmine, more than just a little nervous and completely lost. Luckily, her love was able and willing to take charge. Jasmine cupped Sammy's small face with her large hands as she brought their lips together with desperation and intensity. The kiss was messy and imprecise, but full, on both sides.

---

The only thing that was more visible than the passion between Cody and Heather as they made out was the control. The desperation that had marred their early lovemaking was absent. Both young lovers knew their partner's body like the back of their hand. And they were each trying to show their iron-will resolve as they kissed targeting key specific points across the other, their tongues probing precise expanses of skin. Both Cody and Heather were using their knowledge and discipline in an attempt to gain the upper hand, or rather, the upper-tongue. But it was Cody who was emerging as the victor in this round, partly because Heather was giving him more incentive as she had removed her bra and was now clad only in her panties. Cody had still not taken a single article of clothing off.

Eventually, the two had to break apart and come up for air. While catching their breath and planning out what to do for the next round in the battle for dominance, Cody savored the sight before him, taking a long look at just what he'd…unleashed.

It was a flustered and blushing red Heather, looming over him almost completely naked and panting for breath as if she had been drowning. Her long raven hair disheveled and forming a frame around her face and outlining her body like spilt ink in how it flowed over and around all her curves. Her breasts were as firm and perky as always and her bright red panties were soaking wet. She looked nothing like the civilized woman he and the world knew, but a primal beast of pure passion.

As Cody was taking all of this in, Heather asked in a voice dripping heavy with desire and promise, "What do you want now? What do you want me to do next?"

Typically, by this point, Cody would more or less drop back and let Heather take over. He knew from experience that this was the stage of things where letting her take control would result some of the best sex imaginable. Regardless, the Tech Geek wasn't going to hand of control, not this time. He was too randy and still too angry. For once, while the brain in his head was doing zero thinking, completely out of order, as it were, his lower brain was having to share with his resolve.

His resolve was filled with more than a touch of anger and disappointment in her, but his lower brain proved to be extremely creative when it came to getting what it wanted. If some part of Cody wanted to punish Heather, it could adapted to satisfy it. Of the ideas that had been left to gather dust since they became an item, one in particular seemed very appealing.

"You're going to undress me, while still making out, of course," Cody said. Heather was suspicious by that particular instruction; since that was something they did on a regular basis anyway. Regardless, she was about to start when her boyfriend added, "…only using one hand."

"Why just one hand?" Heather asked, genuinely confused. Her brain was struggling by this point, but it was still working and it knew something was coming.

Pulling Heather down until her ear was right against his mouth, Cody whispered with a surprising amount of authority, "Because your other hand is going to be buried to the knuckle in your pussy. It's been too long since you gave me one of your shows," wanting to make sure there was no misunderstanding, he clarified, "While you're getting me undressed, you're going to masturbate, for me. Your hand isn't allowed to leave your pussy, not even for a second, until I am buck ass naked, do I make myself clear?"

As Heather was released and allowed to sit up, she flushed an even deeper shade of red. "I-I-I…I-I'm no-not sure if I-I ca-can do this…"

"That's kind of the point," Cody smirked, before two sets of pale pink lips kissed each other. Breaking contact again he looked her dead in the eye. "You're not sure if you can do it, but I know that I want it. So tonight, we're going to do it. And then after that, I'm going to fuck you. And I'm going to keep fucking you until I'm not mad at you anymore. Now start rubbing yourself, stripping me, and get ready take my cock wherever I want to put it as many times as I want to. Tonight you take your punishment, and tomorrow, we'll talk about how much I love you."

Heather stared at Cody with something that rarely crossed the steel-grey orbs of her eyes. Awe. The Queen Bee who could have rivaled Eva or Courtney in terms of sheer will power was in awe of the spineless guy who had been Total Drama's victimized bitch. The look in his teal eyes was one of power, the very same power she used in school and on Total Drama. It was not a look of cold calculation, it was the opposite, burning hot with intent and want. She tried to look away, but Cody forced her to look back at him, his silence demanding a response.

"O-Okay…"

"Good girl, " Cody said while grinning in bestial victory, "Now before I forget, there is one last thing. You aren't allowed to cum while touching yourself…but you have to get yourself as close to your limit as possible. And I know you well enough to know where that point is. If you don't reach it or you cum before I do anything…you will be punished."

With her face the reddest that Cody had ever seen it, Heather suckled on her index, ring and middle fingers for several moments before licking her palm, all without breaking eye contact. The signal and intent was clear as day that Heather had thrown the gauntlet down as she dipped her left hand into her moist panties. The base of her palm started rubbing the cloth covered sanctuary between her thighs before she submitted to Cody's whim and slid her index finger into the warm cavern, quickly replacing it with her middle finger as it and her ring finger held open and worked her lower lips. Instantly, Heather felt her body go rigid as a familiar ecstasy surged through her body as her thin fingers and pointed nails sought out to pleasure and tease her favorite spots. Looking at Cody revealed just how much he loved this. It was an odd turn-on perhaps, but there could be no denying that seeing Heather pleasuring herself was a very arousing sight to the teen. And that knowledge, even after doing this for Cody early on still felt strange to Heather. A few seconds, which felt so much longer to Heather after the intrusion of herself, the Queen Bee started to get to work with undressing her boyfriend with her free right hand.

As one might guess, such a task was extremely difficult, and Cody made it even more so by going out of his way to make it even more difficult for Heather. He would shift his weight on the chair (which would either cause Heather's right hand to lose its grip or her left hand to go deeper into herself than she had intended). He would feel up her legs, targeting the insides of her thighs and the back corners of her knees that he knew made the Queen Bee go tingly under normal circumstances. He would even shift his hips and grind his crotch against hers from time to time all in an effort to make things as difficult for her as humanly possible. While doing this, Heather never once stopped her left hands motions. Between her palm rubbing against her clit and her fingers playing her twat like a flute to the point her pussy was twitching and shuddering with her every breath. It was only thanks to years of experience that she was able to hold herself from cumming, remaining on the verge of release without crossing that threshold until her boyfriend was in nothing but his birthday suit.

The moment she could justify it, Heather's hand, wet and smelling of sex withdrew itself from her panties and together with its sister gripped the bright red thong. Too fired up by this point to ask if it was what he wanted, Heather discarded her panties so that she was just as naked as her boyfriend before she crashed against his chest gasping for breath. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders and he was sure that she was close to hyperventilating.

Cody, not being anywhere near heartless, gave his goddess of a girlfriend a moment to catch her breath. With one hand rubbing small circles across her back as the other trailed down from her hip down to her knee and back.

Once he had deemed that Heather wasn't in any danger of passing out from a lack of air or blacking out from sensory overload, Cody leaned back further and patted her thighs. "Now, you are going to do the splits while sitting on my lap, one leg across each arm of the chair, and then I want you give me a little show. You know, like the ones that were the best I could hope for 'before' we started having sex."

Though there was still some sense of shame, that feeling was easily overpowered by giddiness at this point. Heather still couldn't believe how Cody could turn her on while keeping complete and total control over the situation.

Using that to her advantage, Heather threw herself into the action and adding some flair to liven things even more. If Cody wanted a show, then by God Heather was going to give him one he never forgot!

She began by crouching on top of him, giving him a quick kiss as she rubbed against his now painfully erect boner before stretching out the lightly peach pink marble columns that were her toned muscular legs. Her right leg slid up towards him before it secured itself to the armrest on his right at the knee. She repeated the process with the left leg. Once both were in place, she leaned forward, all the while still gazing into Cody's eyes, which had by this point had become faintly glassy from their intense focus on her. Well, actually, his gaze was a little different than that, it was difficult for Heather to describe as was a hungry, lustful stare that was both intensely scrutinizing of every subtle detail of her body and yet far away at the same time. Aside from the raging boner, it was the biggest tell that Heather was succeeding with her efforts.

Knowing that she had regained a measure (if not all) control over the situation, Heather started to shift her weight before leaning backwards. Summoning her years of ballet that ingrained a perfect sense of balance, Heather displayed the Olympian flexibility she had hinted at during the challenge in Greece from World Tour. Acting on the half-foggy remembrances of her early seductions of the Tech Geek, The Queen Bee held herself in place with her hands behind her, puffed her chest out and rolled her shoulders back before locking them in place. The result of this was fully presenting her bodily glory to him, with her breasts and sex on total display for his private viewing pleasure.

Wanting to push things further, Heather smirked as she went for the grand finale. She shook her head several vigorous times before tossing her thigh-length hair back, causing it to spread itself out entirely behind her shoulders. Now there was nothing block or cover herself from his gaze.

As expected, Heather felt his reaction to this show pressing hard against her ass.

"Cum for me," Cody ordered, his eyes neither blinking nor leaving hers.

Obeying, Heather switched herself so she was balancing herself with just one hand again. Also in repeat was her 'prep work' of licking her index, middle and ring fingers and palm. Unlike last time however she didn't drive her fingers straight into her neither region. Instead they began a slow, purposeful trail down her body, starting with her breast. Cupping the mound of flesh and massaging it, she pinched and tweaked her nipple, eliciting a groaning moan before continuing its trail down the expanse of blushing olive toned skin until finally they reached their destination. With a grand display, she opened the lower lips, splitting them with her index and ring finger before driving her middle finger in with a single quick thrust.

Her body went rigid and the sudden spike of pleasure as her muscles tensed almost made Heather lose her balance. But thanks to some quick timing from Cody, whose knees were now against her back she was able to catch herself and remain in position. No longer needing one hand to hold herself up, she fondled herself, her free hand gripping and groping her breast and thigh freely. Knowing that to climax was the desired effect; she gave it her all for both herself and Cody. She was struggling not to shout in ecstasy, as much as she wanted to, knowing that once she started there would be no stopping and that there was no was for Jasmine and Sammy not to hear her given the short distance. Heather would have preferred this humiliation with Cody to others hearing of her vulnerability. But with each passing second it only became more and more difficult, forcing Heather to bite down on her lips to only allow herself muted moans and groans to escape.

Thankfully, she thought, due to how horny she already was reaching her climax didn't take long. Unfortunately thanks to how worked up she was, there was nothing she could do to hold it in. Her teeth pulled back and released their death clamp on her lips when it hit.

With a loud angelic shout, one long moan escaped with the power of an avalanche, rising in pitch until it became a fully fledge scream. Her muscles clinched, with her legs clamping down on the arm rests like vices as her came, her juices coating a section of Cody's naked body in their clear sticky embrace.

When at last she was finished and came down from her high, Heather remained perched over Cody but allowed herself to slump forward a little, taking the chance to prepare herself for whatever was to come next.

The surprise of her life came when she felt that the chair beneath her and Cody was starting to lightly vibrate. In the back of her mind she remembered it had been on before, but she had been so caught up that she never even noticed when it stopped. The motions made her already tingling pussy tingle even more, but then that surprise was surpassed when she felt Cody pull her down and without any foreplay or warning whatsoever, impale her on his spire of man-meat. Heather's head tilted back as a deep throaty moan filled the air before rising in pitch into a needy whine.

As his cock slammed into her moist and aching pussy, Cody's lips hungrily crashed against her, starting as a harsh bite to the junction of her neck and shoulder. His lips soon joined his teeth as they too claimed what he knew to be her weakest point, sucking hungrily as his tongue swathed the small expanse of skin. Only once he was sure that the spot bared his mark, his claim did he move up, planting small bites and a trail of kisses up the bottom of her neck until reaching her lips to once again resume their battle for dominance. With Heather still coming down off of her high, she was basically a boneless heap with all of the brains of a potted plant. She was completely at his mercy, but again that only served to turn her on even more. Somehow, knowing that she could barely move and that her boyfriend could and would do anything he wanted to her filled her with something she couldn't describe.

No, that wasn't in. Like a beam of light cutting through a dense fog, for a brief moment of clarity it hit her. It wasn't being at his mercy that was making her wet. It wasn't her weakness that had her blushing red as fire. And it wasn't her being powerless that had her acting like this.

It was knowing she was perfectly, totally, and completely safe despite it all. At his mercy, as vulnerable as she was, and being completely powerless, three things she vowed she would never allow to happen, but for once in her life not one of those factors gave her an ounce of fear or concern. She knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt that Cody would never take advantage of her no matter the situation or circumstance.

Unable to stop herself under the bombardment of gratification at this realization, Heather shouted as loud as she could from the bottom of her heart.

---

Heather's shouts and screams of pleasure filled the bedroom as Jasmine and Sammy continued making out. True to Cody's predictions, hearing those shouts and screams caused both to smile. For Jasmine it was in vindication, and Sammy for the irony of just who was getting a show out of this deal. The Queen Bee's shouts were also just the nudge Jasmine needed to push things further along. It wasn't a race and it wasn't a competition, but she found that there was something about knowing another couple was going the full yard that inspired you to push yourself.

The Outback Survivalist recalled mid-kiss a few things she had learned over the past week. A spike of new embarrassment arose in her, but feeling her breasts rubbing against Sammy's as they made out had her mentally chanting one thing and only one thing to herself.

'It was worth it!'

Just what 'it' was happened to be quite simple. Within the privacy of her home's bathroom, Jasmine had been watching lesbian porn on her smart phone. She had just wanting to get an idea of what to do, and what she could do once her and Sammy actually made it that far. And as always, Jasmine had proven to be a very adept student. Armed with this new knowledge, the Aussie was prepared to combine what she had seen with Heather's lessons about taking charge.

As hard as it was, Jasmine parted her lips from Sammy's and raised her upper body high enough that her lips and breasts were out of Sammy's reach. The Good Cheerleader Twin absentmindedly reached out with her lips and hands but she couldn't find the goodness she had been enjoying thus far. Sammy's moans and expressions of disappointment and longing were so cute that Jasmine was half tempted to prolong this minor torment further. But she quickly decided against that idea when she remembered 'why' she had broken the kiss in the first place.

Carefully but firmly, Jasmine lowered her upper body back to Sammy's, but this time kept her hands flat against the bed and held herself up. She then started with a chaste kiss to the Twin's sweet ruby red lips, which quickly grew more and more heated, to the point where it soon transformed into full blown making out once again.

Sammy's arms were at her side, pinned down under Jasmine's wonderfully large body, while the Aussie's slipped under her and began feeling her up from her waist to her shoulders. Noticing that her lover was laying still like a dead fish, Jasmine took one of the tiny, white hands trapped underneath her before rising up and guiding it up to one of her large ebony globes. Before contact was made, the Ebony Goddess held it in place so that the hand was just under Jasmine's right breast. The nipple almost grazed the palm as she shifted her weight. It was only Sammy's knowledge of Jasmine's superior strength that kept her from pushing forward.

Having her fingers easily intertwined with and overpowering Sammy's, Jasmine guide her love's hand the final short distance and lead it to massage her breast. As black fingers guided those of white, Jasmine moaned, 'loudly', partially genuine but partially she played it up for Sammy. Cherishing and committing the feeling of Sammy's hand as it groped her breast to memory. Jasmine gave the blonde a sexy look of smoky eyes that were heavily lidded with want before leaning a bit to her side and pushing the unattended breast towards her. It was just enough that Sammy got the idea and shakily reached up with her other hand before taking hold of the second mountain of copper that swayed before her.

With Jasmine's hands now at each side of her head like a pair of ebony columns, Sammy focused only on her girlfriend's wonderful breasts, on breasts that were larger and better than she personally thought she deserved to have offered to her in such a way.

Regardless, now that they were here, and Sammy was for once able to act on her deepest desires. Many secret wet dreams had played out in her mind about what another girl's breasts would feel like. Sure, she did have her own but she knew it wasn't the same as feeling another girl's breasts. No more than holding your own hands was like holding hands with another person. One day she would admit as much to her lover, though she would never quite work up the courage to admit she had always prayed to find a girlfriend with two enormous knockers. Not knowing how and currently not caring, her prayers had somehow been answered and that was all that mattered in her mind.

Sammy felt the two hard nipples in the palms of her hands that both looked and felt like Hersey's Kiss's. They were pointed and stiff, but overwhelmed by the rest of the of breasts themselves as they filled in the space between her spayed out fingers cupping them. Almost like a giant pair of marshmallows, which had been thoroughly dipped in the sweetest of chocolate, firm yet soft. The breast would ply and conform to whatever shape her hands made only to return to their original state when released. It was almost like they were encouraging Sammy to squeeze them again and again. And she was very willing to oblige them if it were true. As she continued squeezing them, she thought of something else that they resembled. Grabbing Jasmine's breasts was like grabbing firm yet squishy cloud. In fact, it was a storm cloud. Why? Because with every squeeze Sammy felt like a bolt of lightning had shot through her.

Jasmine had allowed Sammy to do as she pleased for a little while as she moaned for her. The 'played up' moans had quickly become all too real. Very, very, very real. She knew well enough that her breasts were sensitive, and it didn't take much to get her riled up, but she hadn't expected Sammy to responded quite so enthusiastic. With every squeeze Sammy felt like a bolt of lightning was passing through her, but for Jasmine it was indescribable. The first time Sammy squeezed both breasts at once Jasmine felt the air in her lungs freeze. At this point she felt several beads of perspiration forming on her brow and was seeing spots. A storm was churning within the pit of the Aussie's belly, and with it was something else. No longer slumbering, no longer waking, but now alert and active. Active, and very hungry, she was starting to lose control.

The hands that had only been supporting herself were exchanged for her thick muscled legs as Jasmine slid them up under her between the two of them. No longer needing her hands to hold herself up, something within her suggested they be put to a better use, to return the favor her blonde angel was blessing her with. Immediately they moved towards The Good Twin's chest, and once there happily took to groping the cheerleader's much smaller bust. Sammy felt herself growing more wet as Jasmine's hands slid up her body, taking her annoyingly smaller breasts in hand to massage and grope them, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers to twist and tug between the calloused fingers. As Jasmine committed every square inch of Sammy's body to memory she felt that same presence within her stirring, moving itself about like a large predator observing it's pray. The more human side of her simply couldn't believe how different her love's body felt from her own. Sammy was so much smaller, thinner, and delicate feeling. In a word, she felt soft, like the down of a baby bird whereas she was rough and hard like the back of a stallion in its prime. Perhaps the biggest difference between them however was when it came to their breasts. It wasn't simply a matter of size, but texture, firmness and perk. As with the rest of her body, Jasmine's were very firm, maintaining their shape perfectly unless touched or she was flat on her back. Sammy's on the other hand were extremely pliable in her hands, almost like a small pair of perky water balloons.

Emboldened by the feeling of Sammy's breasts, Jasmine pushed further. She carefully began kissing Sammy on the side of her mouth, The Aussie's chocolate lips leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw to her collarbone to her chest, before stopping at the chest. Jasmine's lips and tongue helped themselves to the sweetness of Sammy's cleavage, covering the palest skin on Sammy's body with salvia, leaving goose bumps and pleasure in its wake. The blonde moaned loudly, loving the feeling of sheer adoration and affection she was being showered with. Of course Jasmine always showered her with affection and adoration, but never before had it been so...intimate. Eventually, Jasmine moved beyond the small valley and continuing planting a trail of kisses down her trembling form, The Aussie went down from her breasts to her soft stomach to her belly button, leaving a warm and wet trail as her lips made their way to something warmer and wetter. Soon enough she reached the cusp of her target area only to avoid it at the last second in favor of Sammy's thighs. The kisses against her rough and worn out jeans were the longest and most loving, surpassing the oral worship that Jasmine had bestowed upon her love's breasts. With her head now between Sammy's lean legs, Jasmine froze at the sight of Sammy's crouch, knowing that her lover's core was hidden underneath her jeans and cotton panties. Unknown to her was how the pink lips were twitching and shuddering more than the blonde herself, growing steadily wetter from knowing just how close she was.

Again 'it' twitched, stirred within her. An urge, a need to take what was hers. Without even noticing what she was doing, Jasmine's hands seized Sammy's hips firmly with a deadlock. Blinking her eyes faded back to normal as she then looked up, silently asking for permission from her love. If Sammy agreed to this, she would be at the whims of a near superhuman Outback Survivalist who had dreamed to fucking her raw for over three years. If she didn't, she would stop now, it was as simple as that. With it being thing she had ever done, Sammy mustered up what courage she could and gave Jasmine a single approving nod.

'It' was back the moment Sammy's chin dipped in that nod of approval, acceptance, consent. Her eyes shifted slightly once more as Jasmine went to work on her jeans with the same fervor and raw primal force that had dealt with Sammy's shirt. Knowing that these jeans were just as old, worn out, and disposable as the buttoned down shirt had been, Jasmine didn't restrain herself as she ripped them from Sammy's form, ripping through the rougher fabric with the same ease most people would a wet tissue. The sounds of sheering denim and even leather (from the belt she was wearing) filled the otherwise silent room. Rising to her knees to slip the remnants from Sammy's ankles, Jasmine stood over her with the dark blue ribbons hanging from her fingers. From Sammy's view point Jasmine looked like a savage, or feral beast looming before her with the tatters of cloth looking like a fresh kill. Sammy watched as Jasmine looked down at her hands for a moment with something akin to fascination before tossing the ruined tatters of cloth to her sides before turning her gaze back to her prone prey with an almost starved look in her eyes.

Once again, Sammy was exposed, now clad only in her favorite cotton panties. The sight of Sammy stripped and knowing just why she was stripped made a shiver run through Jasmine's body. Again there was the thrill of power flowing through her, never had she dreamed she would be able to indulge this aggressive side she had kept buried for so long. Judging by how thoroughly saturated her panties were, Sammy loved it too.

'It' was pleased to see this, and eager to keep things going. Taking hold of Sammy's ankles and raising them to her, Jasmine started planting kisses on each of Sammy's dainty feet. After paying equal attention to each toe and both feet, Jasmine focused on the right foot, starting from her ankle she continued the trail of kisses up to her knee before repeating the same process with the left leg. Slowly, methodically, torturously (in Sammy's mind) Jasmine repeated this, kissing up her knees and back down to her ankles on both legs three times without pausing. All the while a single word was running through Jasmine's mind.

'Mine…'

As this was going on, Sammy watched, with her teal eyes being unable to blink at the sight before her. Though she continued to breathe, her breaths were becoming more and more shallow with each passing second due to the image before her. Jasmine, this mighty Amazon, this Goddess, this perfect woman in her eyes was worshiping her as if SHE were the goddess. Each kiss was a blow that hammered away at the years Amy had berated her, belittled her, convinced her that she was worthless. If someone like Jasmine felt like this, was willing to do this, wanted to do this, could anything Amy said be true?

Jasmine stopped and looked up at Sammy before asking, "Do ya want to keep things even?"

"Huh?" Her thoughts were interrupted by Jasmine's words, but more than that it was her eyes that Sammy became lost in. Roaming and rolling within those eyes was a roaring fire waging war with a wild and ferocious beast for dominance. All that power, all that strength, perfectly held at bay and restrained by the woman before her.

With a playful roll of her eyes, the Aussie simplified her question by asking instead, "Do ya want to take me pants off like I did your top, Sammy?"

The Good Twin blinked for several seconds, with her body just as still until her words sunk in. The moment they did, she lunged at Jasmine in the blink of an eye. The sudden shift without warning made it difficult for Jasmine to stay as serious as she wanted to be, and seeing Sammy desperately trying to remove her shorts, having particular trouble with sliding the shorts over her hips due to forgetting in her sex-crazed state that the Aussie was wearing a 'belt', didn't help this matter in the slightest. Just as Jasmine was about to burst into laughter, Sammy spotted the problem and remedied it by removing the horrible strip of leather forged by Satan herself (meaning Amy) and throwing it somewhere behind her. Once that was dealt with, she made quick work of the shorts as she eagerly pulled them down and off from Jasmine's shoeless feet.

Once again, Sammy was frozen by a blazing blush as she saw what had been revealed. This time a lacy black thong, the other half of the matching set of her bra.

As Sammy basked in awe of her now even more naked girlfriend, that same girlfriend laid back down on the bed and draped her love over her like the best blanket in the world. With Sammy on top now, the two resumed their make out, Jasmine finding it difficult but managed to continue resisting the urge to take charge again in order to give her little angel a chance to be in control of things. This only lasted so long, exactly how long being as long as it took for Jasmine's hands to move up from Sammy's hips to her back. Once there her fingers grazed Sammy's shoulder blades and everything changed.

Sammy's breath hitched and her eyes widened. At first Jasmine feared that she had done something wrong, but when she experimentally moved her fingers again, and Sammy's response was another breathy hitch followed by a deep moan, something else occurred to her. Not something from her 'private studies' late at night in the bathroom watched on her Smartphone, but yet again from Heather. A memory from her lessons that day rang in her ears.

'You can use anything, any interaction with someone to learn about them, you just have to figure out what you are seeing and what it means. As odd as it might sound, you can learn a lot about Sammy that way.'

Moving her fingers again and getting another hitch and deep moan, Jasmine figured out what was happening and patted herself on the back for finding one of Sammy's 'sweet spots'! Digging her fingers into Sammy's shoulder blades, she couldn't help but enjoy her reactions. Moving from just prods and pokes; Jasmine began massaging her fingers, carefully minding her nails not wanting to hurt her. But then something changed, as she continued assaulting Sammy's newly revealed weakness, as her breaths grew shorter and her hitching moans became sweet not so innocent whines Jasmine could almost feel something within her guiding her, a flicker of heat thrumming through her. The next thing she knew she was rolling over and pinning Sammy under her. Again she was worried by her sudden action, but calmed when she noticed The Cheerleader didn't seem to mind her taking charge once more.

How did she know this?

Her blonde angle's face lunged forward to capture her lips.

As their tongues experimentally rubbed against each other's and their bodies were made alight by the electricity of their passion, Jasmine was able to summon some portion of her mind to remember something. She recalled one thing in particular she had learned while watching that lesbian porn on her phone that stood out to her.

Without warning, Jasmine slid her leg up between Sammy's thighs, slowly and carefully as they continued exchanging kisses, pecks and nibbles between each other, all the while she slowly raised that knee until it came into contact with Sammy's panty covered crotch. When it did, she carefully glided it up against her. The unfamiliar sensations elicited the most adorable squeak out of Sammy that Jasmine had ever heard, which were then followed by a deep moan. In mid-kiss and knee-grind, Jasmine's eyes widened as she felt just how wet the blonde was. It left her stunned. So stunned, in fact that she was taken by surprise when Sammy started to grind against her leg while offering small begging whines at her for stopping.

Quickly getting with the program after the shock of Sammy's action wore off, Jasmine began grinding her knee deeper and deeper between the hips that grinded back against her. It didn't take long for Jasmine's knee to find and start rubbing against Sammy's clit, causing her to jerk at the sudden intrusion. Just like that, her hips stopped as her eyes widened. The Good Twin felt her knees grow weak as her limbs turned into lead.

Luckily she wasn't standing.

All this happened as their lips continued exchanging praises to the other, Sammy's begging for more and Jasmine's more than willing to comply until she moved her mouth to the base of Sammy's neck, where they clamped down on the soft, warm white flesh and started to leave her mark. It was a hickey, but one the likes of which no one had seen before. It would be the physical proof, nicely and unintentionally hide-able under Sammy's shirt, that they had crossed this threshold after so long.

Sammy let out a loud cry that might have risked destroying her voice box, but she didn't care. Her hands dug into the vast toned ebony expense of Jasmine's back like a pair of not so ragged white claws, leaving angry red scratch marks in their wake.

Ignoring the minor pain of those claws, Jasmine removed her knee from her lover's crotch, she shifted her hand down to Sammy's panties in its place. Her long yet slender fingers feeling around blindly for the true opening. The only way she was able to find it was by following the wetness. When it felt like she was about to drip her finger into a cup of water, Jasmine knew she found it. Moving it surprisingly slowly given her current state, the Outback Survivalist worked her index finger into Sammy, starting the Twin's first round of fingering.

Sammy reacted instantly, her body stiffened up anew. The Good Twin's face got the reddest it had been today, the feeling of being fingering was so foreign to her that she had nothing to compare it to. Once she was sure that her finger was properly aligned and the trail was clear so to speak, careful prodding gave way to an outright ramming motion. She moaned in pleasure and slight pain as the Aussie's digit entered her and explored the uncharted and literally virgin land. All the while in the back of her mind she could 'feel' something pushing her, trying to rush her. The same 'need' that had been there since she had ripped Sammy's shirt off, only now it was five times stronger and burning ten times hotter. Pushing it down, she focused only on the task at hand and was very careful to alternate between cautious slips of her finger to allow Sammy time to adjust to the new sensation before switching to several quick bursts of speed. To insure her lover was at ease, Jasmine kissed her on the newly minted 'mark' she had left before trailing kisses back up to her neck. This seemed to help as the moaning sounded less pained and Sammy continued to return the kiss even amid the electrical storm raging throughout her body.

The Good Twin's breath was caught like a crab in a net when Jasmine's finger slid into her sugar walls up to the knuckle. Jasmine left it there as she resumed kissing Sammy's collarbone and throat, further allowing her lover to get use to the odd feeling. Once she was sure that Sammy was ready (read as her hips started thrusting against her hand) Jasmine started to slowly pump her finger out, then back in again. Though it was obviously restrained, to Sammy it felt like Jasmine was giving it everything she had. And that made Sammy even more hot and bothered.

Given how wonderful and new this felt, it didn't take long for Sammy to finally cum.

As her body convulsed and wracked with pleasured spasms, she had expected Jasmine would stop fingering her the moment she started to come. But Jasmine didn't stop. Using something else she had learned from the porn she had watched and picked up from a few other websites, Jasmine picked up the pace and force of the fingering even harder.

Jasmine was determined to have Sammy ride out the orgasm for as long as possible. For a wondrous eternity Sammy moaned with a high-pitched yelp as her hips bucked into the hand that was sending her briefly to Heaven.

Finally, when the convulsions and half breaths came to a stop, Jasmine rolled onto her side and took her hand out of Sammy's panties, enjoying the perfect view she had of her tiny treasure basking in the afterglow of the first orgasm she had given to her lover.

After countless deep breaths, Sammy finally started to notice her surroundings once again, slowly returning to earth from her high. The first thing she realized was just how much she loved being in the warm yet mighty arms of her lover. But then she noticed that same lover staring at her with a peculiar look, a smile that looked strangely familiar.

Almost like...Heather.

Suddenly flushing red yet again, Sammy weakly asked, "What?"

"Your more beautiful than I coulda imagined when cummin'," Jasmine answered honestly.

Both girls' faces turned red as they fully realized the impact of Jasmine's words. They remained silent and in the other's embrace, neither wanting the moment to end. But then Sammy started to feel something new, some small negative emotion slithering into the Garden of her positivity. As her eyes traveled over Jasmine's form, specifically when they reached her panties, she couldn't help but notice how wet Jasmine was...and that's when a voice sounding strangely foreign spoke up. It sounded like her voice, but at the same time it didn't. The tone was the same; the pitch was identical...but the words?

'After all she did for you, you're just going to leave her high and wet?'

Uncomfortable and nervous, Sammy cleared her throat and bit her lip before asking, "W-wa-would…you like to ha-have me… return the favor, Jazz?"

It took Jasmine a moment to figure out what she meant, but when she did it took everything she had not to jump out of her skin and leap for joy. Truthfully, the Aussie had been hoping to hear that given how randy she was and how much that strange craving in the back of her mind was begging for it, but regardless she answered, "Ya don't 'ave to, Sammy."

"N-na-no…it-it's okay. I-I want…want to," Sammy managed to squeak while fighting against herself to get the words out. Her face became scarlet and scrunched up. "I-I n-need m-ma-more, Jasmine…I need to do more…for you," she insisted, with her face becoming a little less tight and flustered. "You've made me feel so good…but I haven't thought of you. I wanna, I need to make you..." she paused needing to work up the courage to finished, "cum. I need to know that you're getting as much out of this as me. I wanna make you feel as good as you've made me feel, Jazz."

The Outback Survivalist was secretly so touched and pleased to hear Sammy say those words. Being honest with herself, she desperately wanted to cum, it was taking everything she had just to lay there and hold Sammy close to her without fingering herself. But she knew that Sammy had to come first, in the sense of priority and not in sexual release.

"Very well," Jasmine said with a warm smile, "But please only do what you wanna."

Sammy nodded, determined to do this despite the nervous butterflies in her belly. The Meek Twin rose to her knees, crawled over the bed to its edge, and remained on her knees at that same edge. As she moved over Jasmine's legs, she carefully pulled down her thong. There was no theater to the action, the idea of playing it up never even occurring to her. Just as mundane appearing was the action of throwing said panties onto the floor.

For a long moment, she simply stared at what was now before her. Sammy's face felt like a burning furnace once again as she got a good look at the Australian Goddess' pussy for the first time. It was in most ways just like hers with only three differences. One, it was much larger than Sammy's, reflecting the girl it was a part of. Two, the pubic hair that surrounded it was jet black instead of a light blonde. And finally, instead of having a pink tint to it there was a lighter black coloring at work. The two primary emotions these differences conjured up were nervousness and excitement.

Despite her best efforts, Jasmine found her resolve starting to weaken under Sammy's gaze. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable, which caused her to shift her legs a bit.

Sammy stared at the newly revealed treasure of her lover once again, but this time it was because Jasmine's wonderfully thunderous thighs had greatly obscured it.

Trying to muster up her courage, the blonde asked, "C-can you sp-spread…your legs a little? Ya know, if you want to…"

Jasmine, despite her nervousness, complied with the request and parted her long legs. Seeing that the way was now open, Sammy positioning herself between Jasmine's thighs. Closing her eyes and acting before her anxiety could stop she placed one finger into her lover's canal.

The small, thin digit hesitantly started to explore the outer rims of the chocolate cavern, and even though its intrusions were shallow, the equally virgin giant whined in approval.

For Jasmine this was a dream come true! Nothing could spoil it!

But then something did spoil it…Sammy stopped right when she was about to begin.

Unable to help herself, Jasmine looked at her lover with shock and even a touch of anger.

Shyly, Sammy looked away and asked, "C-can you p-ple-please…move up on the bed? I'm so close to the edge that I'm worried I'll fall off. Wo-would it be possible for you to…to…move up to the headboard?"

Jasmine, now having sampled what was to come did so without needing to be asked a second time. Her mighty body leaned itself against the solid wooden headboard of the bed. She felt her muscle tense up from nervousness and the hard, polished wood push itself against her back. Cautiously she spread her legs once again, this time bending them at the knees and resting her heels at each side of the mattress. She made sure Sammy had all the room she needed and wouldn't stop again.

After repositioning herself, Sammy got back to work, with one finger in Jasmine's tight passage. The digit explored the uncharted terrain for any sweet spots to pleasure the dark goddess who was granting her the chance to pleasure her. The wetness and tightness of the region proved to be an odd nirvana for the Good Twin. As weird as this action was, it was one that she found herself enjoying, mainly because of the moans of approval coming from Jasmine, each of which proved to be a massive boost to her self confidence and previously nonexistent ego. It was enough for her to add a second finger in hopes of getting a stronger reaction.

Jasmine was basking in the sensation of the fingers invading her, and how it matched her hopes and dreams. As amateur as Sammy was, her actions were just what she wanted. She found the subtle and graceful movements of those fingers to surpass her own by leaps and bounds, even the way the small fingernails scraped against her clit was divine.

Those same carnal joys were making Jasmine breath heavily, and just as Sammy had before her, she began rocking her hips in timing with the motions of the fingers' intrusion. As great as this felt, she didn't want to cum too soon because she had waited for years to get this far and she intended to collect on the experience with interest. It was so difficult but she was determined to not cum yet. This was her time, and she was going to enjoy it for all that it was worth. With that in mind, Jasmine increased the rocking of her hips back and forth. An unexpected side effect of this was her massive bust swaying as the pace increased.

At seeing those massive breasts moving, rocking and swaying with her movements, Sammy found herself hypnotized by them. Acting on impulse, she leaned forward and reached upward and captured one of giant D-cup breasts with her mouth.

Her tiny ruby-red lips began to kiss it and move down towards the sweet nipple. Instantly Jasmine's eyes widened as she felt her quim tremble. When Sammy started suckling on the Hersey kiss-like teat as hard as she could, savoring it, Jasmine screwed her eyes shut tight.

The iron-willed Outback Survivalist once again found her resolve weakening due to Sammy's efforts. She didn't know if it was because of just how sensitive her nipples were, or if Sammy was really just that naturally skilled with her lips and tongue, but either way the results were the same. Jasmine's resistance was nearly at zero while her pleasure was spiking at eleven.

'Must not cum yet, must not cum yet…must not…cum! Must. Not. Cum. Yet Must. Not. Cu-'

Sammy gave the erect dark nipple a very light and gentle nip with her teeth.

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Heather screamed in ecstasy as Cody came yet again, this time in her pussy before pulling out and collapsing. There intertwined bodies were glistening with sweat and both were breathing so heavily that it was a wonder neither had passed out. Cody was on top Heather, lying in such a way that Heather's pussy pressing against his belly.

"Okay, *pant* Heather, I just-*pant* I just…*pant* I'mma need like five minutes to recharge," Cody managed between heavy pants to the ravaged girl underneath him.

The Queen Bee was secretly thrilled to hear that. As much as she loved sex, even she needed a moments' rest at this point. Particularly after Cody had been so unrelenting. Ever since she lowered herself onto him, it had been nonstop fucking without letup. It was only after cumming three times, twice in her pussy and once in her mouth, that Cody finally started slowing down. The third time she made him do all the work for a change, and as the flaccid cock pressing against her lower thigh showed, his stamina was starting to wane. He had improved dramatically since his first time, but he was still a few pegs under her when it came to endurance. The odds were in her favor, and she knew that now she could-

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY CRRRRRRIIIIIKKKKKKKEEEEEEYYYYYYYY!"

The loud Australian accented roar that broke the silence nearly shook the dorm itself. Within that familiar voice however was none of the raw power one would have expected, instead there was only an angelic tone of release and pleasure, a sound Heather had heard only once before in all her time.

The voice of a virgin lover's first orgasm.

As exhausted as she was, Heather found her bodily juices spilling at the realization. They dripped their way onto Cody's stomach, before slowly dripping downward to coat his member.

Her reaction to the sound was nothing compared to Cody's.

"Never mind, we're back in business!"

Even after being with Cody for so long, Heather reeled at what she had just felt. Within two seconds, Cody's previously limp penis was now not only at full mast but she could have sworn it was larger than before.

Before she knew what was happening, Cody turning her over so that her belly was now pressed up against soft fabric of the fully reclined chair. She just barely managed to look over her shoulder in time to see and feel Cody's hands grabbing her ass and lifting her slightly upward before repositioning themselves at her hips.

She knew exactly what was coming, in more ways than one. Cody was going to fuck her doggy-style! It was one of her most hated things to do in bedroom, or rather reclining chair she mentally corrected herself, and she knew that Cody knew that…but he was doing it anyway.

Barely keeping her voice composed, she spoke without thinking of what she was saying, "I've never felt you get that hard again so fast!"

Cody's only reply was a loud grunt before he started ramming his hardness into her already wrecked pussy.

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A couple of doors down the hall, two roommates were sitting on the floor putting a capper to a relaxing Sunday before the pandemonium of classes would resume the next morning.

Dawn sat Indian style and was enjoying a warm cup of earl-grey tea while her roommate braided her hair. Sipping the warm soothing liquid, the Moonchild gazed at her roommate, who was tying the lower left side of her hair into a small pigtail to match the right. The light-blonde noted how her roommate's short hair was rare in that it was vividly red rather than bright orange as most 'redheads' tended to be. It's coloring was even more unique than the trademark pink flower she wore in its crimson tresses.

As Dawn's roommate, Zoey Mamabolo, finished with her left pigtail and seemed to be satisfied with her work, the Moonchild took in the rest of her roommate and closest friends features. Despite being picked on in her teenage years by a town that worshiped their high school football team, the Indie Chick had the kind of body that would have seemed like an easy fit for any kind of sport. Her figure was lithe and in great shape, which was ascended by her full C-cup breasts. Her short red tube top clung tightly to reveal her trim athletic build nicely, from her toned stomach to her surprisingly developed arms. At her neck was a small black choker, a gift from when they were younger that she still wore to this day. Completing the ensemble were a pair of tan pants that had been rolled up to her ankles while she waited for her freshly painted toenails to finish drying.

With Zoey having finished with her pigtails, she was humming a pleasant tune to herself as she inspected her toenails to make sure the polish had been applied evenly. Between this and Dawn drinking her tea, it was a picture of simple, silent serenity.

Out of nowhere, Dawn released a small gasp and dropped the teacup in her hands; spilling the still steaming contents all over her lap, as her black skirt kept it pooled between her thighs.

Zoey panicked and rushed to her roommate before she started to claw at Dawn's skirt trying to remove as much of the tea as she could. After several seconds however it dawned on her just how awkward this might look given where her hands were. Stepping up and away from her friend who had yet to react, to the scalding hot tea or her attempts to remove it Zoey asked with a trembling, terrified voice, "A-a-ar-are…are you okay, Da-Dawn? What is it? What's wrong?!"

The Moonchild didn't respond. Instead, her blue-grey eyes remained focused on the wall behind Zoey as though she were in a trance.

Now in full blown panic, Zoey grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "What's wrong, Dawn!?"

Still, the Aura Whisperer didn't answer, she barely heard the concerned voice of her friend at this point. The closest thing the Indie Chick got to an answer was Dawn's pale ivory cheeks turning a light shade of pink. This was followed by her clearing her throat before blinking rapidly for a moment. The difficult swallow that then came made Zoey overlook Dawn crossing her legs as much as her sitting position would allow.

"Dawn? Dawn? You look hot. Are you getting hot?" Zoey asked before feeling her roommate's forehead. "Of my God, you're burning up! Quick, we've got to get you to the sink! Maybe after a few splashes of cold water on your face you'll feel better."

'That would be a very bad idea right now,' Dawn thought to herself before finally answering her concerned friend, "It is not a big deal, Zoey. Really, I am fine. I just made my tea too hot today." The Moonchild offered up a sincere smile to calm her still slightly panicked redheaded roommate.

That very same slightly panicked redheaded roommate who didn't look convinced. "Are you sure about that?"

Dawn, worried that if she tried to speak it would betray her, simply nodded in response. As Zoey got up to fetch some towels to clean up the mess, the Moonchild thought to herself, 'I have never felt auras filled with such positive energy before!'

Peering through the wall of her and Zoey's dorm, Dawn saw silky, luminous cobwebs flickering in varying shades from bright pink to clear red like presenting chameleons, with what was being presented being bright pinks of tender, sensitive love and clear reds of powerful, sexual passion. The aura overpowered her senses and forced her to look away to clear her mind and focus her center before looking back at the grand sight before her. Usually she could control when she saw the world through the lens of auras but every now and then a surge of energy would be too strong for her to see the world otherwise.

This was one of those times.

At first the flood of sensory flares had been one giant ocean of emotional twinkling but as she stared at it, she could make out the faint outlines of the centers of this optical sea. There were four of them, spilt into groups of two though less than ten feet apart. They were alike flames, millions of burning candles forming their outlines. As they moved amid their passions, the quartette formed constellations of carnal energy, made up of little stars, of little jewels of bioluminescence that drifted along the color spectrum between them.

Jasmine and Sammy were not just red and pink, but they were also three different shades of yellow; pale yellow due to both girls' emerging hopefulness and excitement, bright lemon-yellow because of Jasmine's struggle to remain both in-charge and in-control, and clear metallic gold because of Sammy's spiritual energy having been awakened.

Cody and Heather, by contrast, had their pinks and reds commingling with the greens of healing the brief rift between them and the oranges of strong sexual stamina and skill.

Even so, at moments Dawn would see some stars of emerald or ginger flare up within Jasmine or Sammy, just as flickerings of any number of buttery glares shined in response from Cody or Heather.

It all reaffirmed what Dawn already knew; everything was alive and made of the same stuff. Everything, from feeble blades of grass outside on the dorm's lawn to the giant and timeless Redwoods of northern California, from the mice feeding on food pallets in the campus' science labs to tigers that carefully trending through the shadowy jungles of India as it prepared its ambush, all had the same life energy within them.

The Moonchild felt it as the blazing light threads pulsated like nerves of the soul, the fibers merged and inter-tangled. A tide of invisible color engulfed the Aura Whisperer as the fours' passion burned Dawn like nebulae. She didn't care. Her loins were too enraptured with it.

Nodding to herself and now wearing a soft smile Dawn said to herself, 'Beautiful. Even after all this time seeing Cody and Heather since they arrived here, I couldn't have been prepared for such a tidal wave of lust, satisfaction, and love. Thank the Great Earth Mother that I spilled tea over myself, if only that was the only liquid present there. Cody, Heather, Jasmine, Sammy…I wish you all the best. Love is such a wonderful force.'

But then the smile on the Moonchild's face wavered slightly as a more ambiguous expression came to dominate the pale ivory skin surrounding her eyes and mouth.

'Hold onto those feelings, they will not remain without being tested. And I fear dire tests will be coming soon. Whatever trials and tribulations have come before may be paltry to what I fear comes next. I pray that you can withstand whatever that might be.'

Before returning her mind and sight to the physical plain, she failed to notice two darkened stars at the edge of her senses.

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Sunday, October 26th, 2014

The sky was angry, roiling with a deep fury that proclaimed an unshackled hostility for the earth and all that lived on it. Flashes of elemental light belched within clouds as dark as the night sky that surrounded them, streaking from the heavens in jagged patterns. Cavernous claps of thunder echoed across countless drops of rain that trailed the blasts of pale white that spider-webbed across the ebony expanse. It was a hateful and spiteful night storm, brimming with a thunder god's malice.

As the tiny slaps of rain and claps of thunder attempted to assault those beneath it, Cody and Heather slept as though nothing was amiss. They paid no mind to the storm and its cold fury. Instead they enjoyed each other's warmth as they slumbered in their lovers' arms, tuning out everything else in existence. The dull roaring was someone else's problem. And the lightning casting thick shadows was just as unimportant.

Sleeping with small smiles gracing their faces, Cody and Heather couldn't physically express how thankful they were for this peace, and for the person they were embracing.

After almost two decades of loneliness and doubt, they had found someone special. Even amid the troubles that had risen up between them, they had endured. In the three years since Total Drama, both Cody and even Heather had evolved and matured. They had earned this peaceful sleep of ignorance to the troubles outside.

The thunder hammered on dully in the distance.

But then it became less dull, and more solid, closer to home, their home.

The hammering grew, louder, and louder, and louder.

It started to overlap with itself. It started to bang onward even when the lightning flashed.

It took Cody and Heather a long time to realize the constant drum-like beating wasn't thunder. It wasn't as wide in its boom and it was much more solid in its verbal punch.

And that much became obvious when the hammering pounding not only grew louder but it also overlapped with the thunder and lightning, even continued on with or without them.

With their reactions dulled from being awoken against their will, both Cody and Heather took longer than usual to piece together that what they were hearing wasn't thunder but someone knocking at their door.

Both slowly opened their eyes and looked at each other in confusion. They both hoped that whoever was knocking simply had the wrong room, and a long gap between the knockings confirmed that idea. That in turn made them smile at each other before drifting back to slumber.

And the even louder knocking that followed effectively killed those smiles. Whoever was on the other side of that door wanted to see them for some reason they couldn't grasp. Even though they both wanted to, they knew they couldn't ignore whoever was out their if they wanted to get a good night's sleep.

Groaning, the lovers removed themselves from the other's embrace. Moving like zombies, they threw on their merger PJs that had been long since thrown to the floor. Both noted however that the clothing was a lackluster replacement for the other's warmth. A pair of boxers for Cody and a familiar jersey for Heather just didn't compare to a lover's smooth skin for covering.

With steps made heavy from tiredness and a desire to go back to bed, they both walked towards their door. Heather grabbed the knob, twisted it, and opened the door ready to unleash the full power of her inner bitch at whoever dared to disturb them at such an hour.

The moment she did, all of the tiredness in Heather's grey eyes was swept away like grains of sand in a hurricane, replaced by a flooding of fear that would have rivaled the flood of Noah.

Despite all of their success and their desires to ignore the problems of the outside world, they had come knocking on their door.

With the lightning of the raging storm outside illumining the doorway with dramatic flair, the pale skin of those at the threshold to the safe little world of Cody and Heather seemed to be otherworldly in its bleached glow.

Standing there, soaking wet and exhausted, was Dawn. Her long light blonde hair was covering a good chuck of her face and her white hoodie looked two or three shades darker because of the liquids that had darkened the fabric.

But it wasn't seeing Dawn that had Heather so terrified. It was seeing who was draped over the petite Moonchild's shoulders in a firemen's carry as if they were a human fox-fur shawl.

Gwen!

She was almost completely unconscious and looking even worse than Dawn. The Goth's feet almost touched the ground due to how her frame towered over the person carrying her, that very same person who asked a simple question in her trademark squeaky voice.

"Can I come in?"

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And that is the latest chapter of Unbreakable Red Silken Thread! As always, we hope you all enjoyed it! :)

So, let's get the obvious thing out of the way first. DAWN'S HERE! (Bet you thought we'd talk about someone else lol) And as I'm sure many of you are hoping, the Moonchild will have quite the part to play in this story. Try thinking of it like this. If the protagonists are Cody, Heather, and Gwen, then the second trio who are right behind them in terms of story importance are Jasmine, Jo, and Dawn (with Sammy too possibly have just as big a supporting role). Even though Kenju has never watched TDRI or TDPI, he has admitted that he's fallen in love with Dawn (and Zoey). Quite frankly, it's very easy to see why. :)

Anyway, now that I've gotten that out of the way, I'm sure there was something else important that I'm forgetting. Oh, um, what was it? What was-oh yeah, Gwen!

Despite the last chapter being Gwen's introduction, the next chapter will be the point where Gwen truly starts to earn her main character status. After all, even with Heather's best efforts to keep the Goth's presence a secret, the forces that be, through its unwitting pawn Dawn, has made that impossible. But you'll have to wait until the next chapter to discover that and the beginnings of what will come from this reveal.

In terms of newly revealed characters outside of Dawn, we've got visual confirmation of Sammy and Zoey, and mentioning's of Scarlett, with the later having a role in this story that I'm quite sure that NONE of you will see coming! ;)

The one bit of Aussie slang here is that "crims" is Australian slang for "criminals".

Seeing as this chapter is long enough, let's just cut it off here, shall we?

Until next time, read, review, favor, follow, and spread the word! :)