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.

27. Chance: Touch

Author's Notes: Howdy everyone! Bet you are shocked to see a chapter of this story up so soon after the last one, eh?

Well, I have some good news on that front!

Firstly and related to that, as odd as it might sound, this whole Coronavirus business has been a godsend for me! I don't mean to be insensitive to those of you who are having hardships or have suffered losses. To those of you that have, you have my condolences. Things will get better down the road.

Anyway, back to what I was originally saying. You see, I'm hardly at my job anymore so I have so much time to write. How much time? In the space of time from previous chapter and this one, that's three weeks' time exactly, in addition to this chapter…I got FIVE other chapters completely written up and sent to my coauthor for his edits and additions, including the next one! Happy about that? Lol

Anyway, speaking about this latest chapter, I do need to make a few corrections about it. I unintentionally mislead some people. I thought that the chapter covering Gwen and Heather was this chapter, but it turns out it's the next one that does that! Sorry. Also, one other thing I must correct, the next chapter won't have Heather and Gwen meet up. They will be each be doing their own thing. Don't worry, they will interact later on (obviously) but that won't be happening in the next chapter.

On the plus side, that chapter IS technically finished. You'll just have to settle for something a little…hotter than that, a chapter focusing on Cody and Heather doing something they (and we) all love! Lol ;)

But in all seriousness, this chapter is more of a transitional chapter to get back into the swing of things after so long an absence from this story. The reason for this is after reviewing the story it was felt that something was missing, something that was a staple mark of the story originally that hasn't been seen in far too long. We hope you enjoy this return to the story's roots, and accept our apologies for its prolonged absence.

Oh, and as a note to a particularly AWESOME fan and reviewer of this story (you know who you are, lol), I must correct a mistake I made by accident in our PMs. A certain couple from Total Drama previously referenced in this story will NOT be featured in this chapter. They will be coming into the picture SOON down the road. Sorry for any confusion. And to everyone else, try to guess who that couple is! It will be confirmed next chapter, anyway.

One last thing before we begin. Please make sure you read the closing author's notes because it has an important question for all of you.

Having said that, let's move on to the twenty-seventh chapter of "Unbreakable Red Silken Thread": Chance: Touch

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Friday, November 7th 2014 (3:00 PM)

Cody was not a religious man. He was just as blind to whatever forces and agendas may exist beyond the physical world as anyone else… other than possibly Dawn.

It wasn't that he disbelieved everything outside of what could be seen, however, as much as it was he simply didn't know. And while it was far from his favorite topic, he was somewhat interested in learning about the different beliefs of various faiths from around the world thanks to a lifetime of playing video games since religions tended to be a rather common plot device. He'd quickly learned that the differences were legion and complex but in many cases there were several core concepts that most shared. A higher force that served as both mankind's creator and moral guide; an explicit aversion to behaviors like murder, theft, and dishonesty; and a vision of what awaited the faithful or unfaithful after they died based on their choices in life. Most religions also had a similar concept of the afterlife, where those whose life choices went against the religion's tenants suffered and those who lived in accordance with the religion's morality basked in paradise.

Paradise, however, meant many things, and had many different portrayals throughout human history. The ancient Greeks viewed it as a pocket of beatific greenery nestled in the more apathetic realm of Hades that never experienced snow or rain and always had honey-sweet fruit. To the Vikings it was a great mead hall where feasting and fighting were an unending state of being devoid of consequence until the warriors were summoned for Ragnarök. And the trinity of Abrahamic faiths shared a common vision of an existence in the clouds with their God and all the virtuous that passed on before them.

Cody wasn't a religious man, but he was fairly confident in saying that none of those faiths had gotten it right, at least in one very important way.

Paradise wasn't some garden, mead hall or personal cloud recliner.

No, paradise was in the bedroom of a Canadian college dorm, with doors locked shut, window shades drawn, and a salt crystal lamp casting its soft pale glow for illumination. It was sitting on a large beanbag chair in the back corner of said room. It was Heather sitting on his lap; his head resting on her shoulder while his hands gently massaged her breasts as her thighs and buttocks returned the favor to his dick.

With both naked as the day they were born.

He still had a hard time believing he had been so lucky; and no matter how many times the Tech Geek ravished this piece of biological perfection, he never tired of it. Heather was mewling so softly as his fingers twisted and kneaded her breasts, occasionally thrusting her ass across his crotch, and squeezing his dick between her cheeks with every moan.

She was far too good for him!

Her long ebony hair, as if fashioned from a starless night sky that elicited burying his face into its warm fibers, bathing him in a scent no flower could hope to match. Her backside, twinned eggs in marble so pliable yet firm that they encouraged a thorough testing of their malleability with vigorous rubbing and squeezing. Her breasts, nature's ultimate lure and reward whose enticement surpassed that of her behind. Her voice, both panther and angel, screamed out not giving a damn if that large-breasted Goth was in the dorm or not. As far as Heather was concerned, Gwen deserved to hear this magic after cock-blocking them with her mere presence for the last week.

Now, like many teenage boys Cody had a vaguely defined list of things he wanted to indulge in once he found the right girl, I.E., a girl who would have sex with him. Outside of one or two entries on that primarily dick-focused docket, Heather had checked them all off more times than he could count. And while most of them had been made reality by Heather without Cody even having to ask, two wouldn't have been realized if not for his defying the unspoken chain of command when they had first become a couple.

Shower shagging was one, while their current activity was the other.

Alongside the familiar pleasures of the flesh such a situation enabled and often times led to, Cody laughed in his own mind, with the laughter unable to fight its way past the strained moans bellowing from his lips in terse spurts. This had actually been a very common thing for them, something they did at least once a week until moving into their dorm. But as the waves of rippling hedonism played havoc on him, he wondered if they should try to find a way to work it back into a weekly routine. Not just because of the pleasant sensation of his girlfriend's bare ass-cheeks sandwiching his dick; their firm yet jiggly embrace coaxing his erection with each heartbeat.

But because this had been his idea in the first place!

Cody had some pride in that, one of the few ways he had usurped Heather's iron-fisted rule back then, one of the few times he had rebelled and won during their secret relationship phase. It had been the first attempt at balancing the scale before he even grasped how much they were tilted in Heather's favor from the start.

Heather's ass shifted, billowing up and down with a weighty softness, notching his shaft one step closer to full mast. As he grew, he remembered the bribe that started it all, the wager that started so many changes.

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Saturday, May 26th 2012 (7:30 AM)

"What, you think you're some kind of feather-weight Charles Atlas, uh?" asked Heather, her voice buoyed by snark laced with sincere mocking.

As was often the case, Cody was having a tough time gleaning if his new girlfriend was being playful or just being a complete bitch.

Girlfriend.

Just that word alone was such a new thing to him. After years of masturbating and working like hell to find a girlfriend, all the while never actually believing he would find one…he'd finally done it! And more than that, his girlfriend was Heather, the Heather Wilson! One of the most objectively hot girls he had ever met!

Not only was she his girlfriend, but less than a week after they got together she had stamped his V-card, and in the three months that followed she had fucked him and sucked him off more times than he honestly thought he would get in his entire life!

Everything was great!

Or at least, that's what Cody wanted to believe. What he honestly thought he would have believed if this situation had been explained to him by his future self was quiet different.

The euphoric bliss of that first month had dulled the constant ache of her condition to secrecy had imposed on him. Truthfully, most of the time he simply accepted it as a necessary evil, an ironclad feature of their relationship, a minor annoyance to be tolerated because of how much cum he got to pump into one of her heavenly wet holes. And being just as sincere, if that had been the only issue, he could have just ignored it.

But of course, it wasn't, not by a long shot.

There was also the way Heather treated him. Sure, she never outright abused him, but she hadn't exactly been all that warm or friendly either, to say nothing of loving. For as close as their bodies were during sex, there always seemed to be a barrier she kept in place separating them.

They never went on dates. They never spent a lazy day on the couch just watching TV or holding each other. They rarely ever had conversations that didn't revolve around sex, her social standing at school, or sporadic developments over the crumbling state of her parents' marriage. Things he wanted to discuss; be it serious or casual, just had a funny little habit of never lasting.

And she still treated him in the same 'kinda shitty but not the worst' way she had before. When they had just been 'friends in secret' he could overlook that, but now that they were a 'couple in secret' he felt like that should have been among the first things to change. Heather disagreed, and he quickly realized things only went her way. After all, Heather didn't really need Cody to satisfy her cravings for sex, while he would never have any opportunities as good as her for as long as he lived…and he knew that.

Obviously, from the way she treated him, she knew it as well.

The Tech Geek couldn't remember how they'd gotten onto the topic of physical fitness, or rather his lack thereof, but honestly he didn't really care either. He would have preferred to just drop it completely, but Heather didn't want to.

And as always, what Heather wanted, Heather got.

"Pfff, I bet you couldn't do ten pushups if your life depended on it," she said with a hard, deliberately uninterested tone as she continued working on her nails.

Something snapped. "Oh yeah?" Cody's mouth was speaking before his brain had noticed, or his dick had the chance to stop him. "What if I proved you dead wrong? I bet I could do a hundred! Right here, right now!"

The Queen Bee looked up from her nails but said nothing, her expression looking as though she had just been backhanded with an iron gauntlet. Her nail file had even dropped to the floor, making the act of camouflaging her surprise at this unexpected turn not worthy of any consideration to implement.

A silence that could have filled an entire graveyard with its opposition to any and all life choked the words out of their throats as the two regarded each other from across the den of Cody's home as if they were staring at the other under a microscope.

Cody, for his part, wasn't sure what the hell had spurred him on to speak up. He hadn't thought about this in advance, the impulse just came out of the blue.

But why?

Was it because he was especially horny today? He had a rough night's sleep the night before? Was he reacting to an irrational feeling of suffocation against a thing that may not have even existed in his relationship with Heather? Was he simply being greedy and unreasonably demanding to the girl who had already fulfilled his deepest desires?

Whatever the motive, he said it, and for once he didn't want to recant it.

Heather raised an eyebrow in doubt and surprise. Though her face conveyed her unhidden alarm, it revealed nothing else of the mental maelstrom thundering within her skull.

Cody had never made a challenge like this before. And that's exactly what it was. A challenge. A demand. He was trying to gain some degree of control over a situation she wouldn't provide.

So far he had always accepted whatever she demanded of him without so much as a flicker of resistance. Her initial assumption first formed on Total Drama, of him being a spineless wimp who could be held in content subservience by the promise of cooch and blowjobs had up until now been right on the money. It was the reason she bestowed the title of 'boyfriend' to him despite not truly thinking of him as such. She knew it would stroke his ego and put him under her thumb.

To the Asian beauty, a boyfriend was a muscular piece of arm candy who she flaunted in public and used with selfish abandon in private to slate her own needs while indulging his own just enough to keep him around until she got bored and moved on to the next flavor of the month.

By that definition, Cody only half-qualified. He wasn't a boyfriend but a boy-toy. He was something she kept hidden under her bed and pulled out whenever she had an itch that needed to be scratched when no one else was around, lest she die of utter embarrassment.

Though getting caught with her legs spread and a vibrator halfway up her pussy would have been far less embarrassing than getting caught fucking Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson.

The person staring at her now, with a look somewhere between unsure about what he was even doing while also unwilling to back down, wasn't the same boy-toy who gladly accepted whatever demands she had given him. He looked…different, almost familiar yet at the same time completely foreign.

There was a flame flashing behind his teal eyes, a willingness to climb any mountain or even…fly…

Instantly she remembered, and knew why it had seemed so familiar. Their fuel source may have been unknown this time, but the flickering flames were exactly the same as the day he'd donned the mantle of Icarus and took flight to protect Gwen from elimination during World Tour. Truthfully, the Queen Bee wasn't sure if she approved of this development or not, though the memory of Duncan getting knocked out with a single punch gave her pause. There was something in his tone that she had never heard before, not even during Total Drama; a power, a strength; the kind of strength that only raw, unhidden selfishness could produce. He hadn't asked a question. He had made a demand.

He had issued a challenge.

Something within Heather bristled at that challenge. Apparently Cody was wearing bigger breeches now after only three month of feasting on the moist bounty she so graciously provided him.

Thinking he could give her demands! The brazen greed! The unearned arrogance!

By challenging her he became an enemy, and Heather Wilson destroyed her enemies.

A part of her was tempted to break up with him right then and there, just to see how quickly this newly found spine of his snapped in half like a stale breadstick at losing his new favorite treat. Quickly though, that idea was rejected. As pleasing as it might have been right now, in the long term it would cost her more than she was willing to sacrifice for the petty thrill of spite.

After all, she was still in the gutters of their school's social hierarchy, and thus didn't have access to the walk-in closet of far superior men she once did. Added to that, her sex drive was as unrelenting as usual. Now that she had been able to feed its aching hunger again, she would endure nearly anything rather than lose the ability to satiate her craving for cock at a moment's notice. She would never admit it out loud, and was loath to even think it to herself, but for now Cody was her only option. Or at least the only one that showed the unique features she knew would be essential in an ideal boy-toy without having to devote the remainder of her high school education to finding someone else who could fit the bill.

Even so, there was still the matter of this defiance, which although now small could grow into a problem if left unchecked. Better to pull this weed out by the root before it budded or God forbid bloomed. She needed a way to show Cody how wrong he was for trying to rise above his natural station and at the same time punish him for it without making herself the villain…again. Maintaining that illusion of 'the good guy' was important in keeping him collared and controlled since it gave her an excuse of 'still adjusting' she could abuse with impunity.

Not even a moment later, she had the perfect plan.

The façade of indifference was shattered as Heather snorted, before breaking into a harsh barking laugh she knew Cody hated. After a few chuckles like jagged glass shards had scraped against his ears, Heather kept up the audible assault in a different way. "You know what, fuck it!" she continued with a humored but spiteful voice. "Tell you what, Cody, if you can actually do it, I'll do whatever~ you want," as she said that, Heather playfully pulled down her black t-shirt, just enough to show some cleavage. "If you can do one hundred pushups…I'll do any. Little. Old. Thing. You. Want." With each brief pause, she pulled her shirt down just the tiniest bit further until the edges of her nipples were visible before she allowed it to snap back to normal.

Heather didn't say anything for a few moments as she basked in the stunned stare Cody sent her way. 'Perfect,' she thought. 'I totally blindsided him, and with a little more goading he'll accept, and then fail! After that, his pathetic sense of self-worth will do the rest of the work for me and he'll be a pathetic mound of sadness that I can mold with 'consoling support'. He'll be humbled and whipped back where he belongs…under my heel!'

The Queen Bee laughed again, though this time her tone was lighter and flirtier, to rile him up. "Just name it. Whatever you say, whatever you want…I'll accept anything. Because there's no way you'll actually pull it off!" She laughed again to twist the knife in just enough to further boil his blood. "Now, if you had said run a few miles without a break, I might have believed you could pull it off because of how often you had to run from Sierra literally chasing you around the globe. But legs and lungs aside? You've got the upper body strength of a diseased goldfish!" More mocking laughter sung as she covered her face with the back of her hand.

Yet again Cody's mouth started before his brain could rationally process what was going on. Blushing and more than a little miffed, the Tech Geek imposed his demand on the girl who in all but current position personified the social hierarchy he had always been at the bottom of.

"FINE!" He roared, bitterness and lust erupting from his now agitated ego. "If I do one hundred pushups right now, you have to spend the rest of the day in nothing but your bra and panties!"

She was careful not to show it, but Heather was quite surprised by his chosen victory demand. Having experienced the full scale of Cody's libido, combined with the fact they hadn't actually had sex yet today, she'd assumed his demand would be him deciding what they did for a change. She'd pegged him as picking something predictable, like getting to fuck her doggy-style, or her sucking his dick all day without stopping, or maybe even getting a pass on today's practice session of eating her out. Her minuscule puzzlement ceased when she pieced together the likely motive for his rather banal demand.

She was always in charge, of literally everything. She decided not only what they did and when, but who took off what and how, not one stitch of clothing was removed without her direct permission. As thoroughly pussy-whipped as Cody was by this point, he was still a guy, and probably had some lingering pride, if only in the sense of him wanting some control of the hot piece of ass he was now routinely dicking. Deciding what clothing of Heather's stayed on and what got taken off was a shrewd middle ground between the total control he wanted and the practical understanding that he doubtlessly couldn't push the envelope too far.

Keeping up the façade, Heather chuckled a few more teasing barks before finally stopping. In their place, she flashed him an equally subtly mocking 'are you serious' look of a single thin raised eyebrow and lips that were marginally puckered. His blush reddened as a result, and she might have found it cute if he hadn't had the gall to challenge her absolute authority.

Taking a single deep breath, her entire being changed, not only her expression, but also her stance, her posture, the very air around her became sexually charged. Rising from her seat, she stood at her modest full height, her back slightly arched and shoulders bowed inward ever so slightly to show off her breasts. Now sporting a look that had caused Cody to cum the first time she used it all on its own, Heather slowly began advancing towards her boy-toy with hooded bedroom eyes, sashaying her hips as widely as possible without losing balance or breaking stride until she was standing a few inches from him. Her gray gaze smoldered right into his teal orbs, as they were exactly the same height of 5'4. A grin that might as well have been an unsheathed dagger for the amount of panic it caused then slowly spread across her lips.

"Cody," she spoke his name with a husky twang, a more natural version of the breathy tone phone-sex workers used, "If you can actually do a hundred pushups, I'll spend the entire day…completely naked." The Tech Geek's blushing face was so flushed and red that one could be forgiven for fearing that the blood underneath somehow escaped and had seeped to the surface of his skin.

Heather drank in the discomfort that Cody was feeling, relishing in how he brought it on himself. But still, it wasn't enough, within her mind and heart she craved more, DEMANDED more! Defiance was to be crushed, destroyed beyond hope of rebuilding. He had to be punished, humiliated, and trampled underfoot until he begged for her forgiveness. Her black heart beat once more, pushing her, driving her to goad him on to his impending failure.

"Oh poo," she said with a commendable proxy of innocent disappointment. After consuming as much of his discomfort as she could without it being too obvious, she turned and began walking back to where she had been sitting, her hips swaying even more than before to insure his eyes were drawn to her thong-parted, skin-tight, denim-covered cheeks. Her plan was set to work far better than even she could have predicted. Flabbergasted as he was Cody probably wouldn't even attempt the pushups! He was already beaten! That knowledge fed and satisfied her more than anything, giving her power. That power allowed her next words, as casual as could be uttered, to be dripping with sincere arousal. "And here I was starting to look forward to walking around naked. Oh well, if you think it's too much for you, then I—"

Her titillating taunt ended mid-word as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Cody's hand.

A shiver traveled up her spine, one that wasn't an act. She hadn't expected this development, and something within her slithered at the undesired contact. "A—are you being serious, H—Heather?" the Tech Geek asked, his voice oscillating in a tone she had a hard time identifying. Shame? Lust? Courage?

That indecision, the lingering shock of this unforeseen occurrence, made her pause, but not even for a moment. Heather reclaimed control of herself and her expression with a few quick blinks unseen by her geeky boy-toy. "There's no way in hell you can do it, so it's a safe bet," she admitted, showing him her honest thoughts as she shrugged her shoulders, causing his hand to fall off to the side. She was pleased that he didn't try to keep it there. It was a small example of his submission to her. But now, with yet another act of defiance etched against him she wanted more overt examples, ones that couldn't be missed. "I'll do it, if you can," she added, putting the onus on him as she turned to face him.

Heather was yet again surprised to not find Cody's face there. Instead it was making its way towards the floor as the Tech Geek got down on his knees before elongating himself. Without looking up or pausing in his entering the proper position, Cody called up, "Let me know when you'll start counting."

The clock ticked on as twenty minutes had passed, though neither of them looked at the clock.

"Ninety-eight," Heather called out, not even cringing at the sincere undisguised awe in her voice. Her surprise was too palpable to hide it, even for a master of the craft like her. Eclipsing her surprise, however, was something she never assumed she would ever feel when it came to Cody.

Having expected him to fail before even reaching twenty, she was honestly…impressed.

Sure, for any of her previous boyfriends a hundred pushups was nothing, but for Cody?

Twenty became thirty, then forty, then fifty, and so on…to the point that the Tech Geek was now only two pushups away from actually winning.

His arms were wobbling and buckling like overcooked pasta noodles filled with gelatin, the strain they excluded leading one to believe they were each supporting a blue whale, but still he continued.

Idly, The Queen Bee wondered if Cody had ever worked this hard in his entire life, all three seasons of Total Drama included. At seventy, she was sure that he would pass out. Then at ninety, she knew that she had heard something pop in his lower back as he pushed on. Even now, despite clearly being unable to move, he somehow turned his gaze upward and looked at her. He grinned widely, that annoying gap in his teeth drawing her disbelieving eyes.

That grin held strong regardless of the trembling and shaking rarely seen by anyone who didn't live on a fault line. His teeth showed as he started to go back down, before pushing himself back up.

"Ninety-nine," Heather again called out, the astonishment now clearly evident on her face. Any considerations of attempting to hide it had been sandblasted from her mind. Her incredulous expression now openly broadcasting how him doing this well was something she never imagined possible, a small window into how truly little she thought of him as a human being. And yet…

Inside the deepest darkest recesses of her being, something…stirred to life.

With a near growled groan of effort, Cody's body betrayed him and he fell in defeat.

He collapsed less than a foot to the clean floor of his parents' den, though it might as well have been a fall from Mount Everest with how much pain he was in. Muscles he didn't even know he had burned and cried out from beneath his sweaty skin. His need for air was too great to even turn his face to the side by the smallest of fractions. His ears rung with the perpetual hammering of his overtaxed body, the rhythms of heart and inner ear battling each other for dominance in his ear canal.

Despite the level of pain he was in, Cody actually welcomed the ringing in his ears. It helped drown out the thoughts bouncing around inside his skull like pinball machine balls ricocheting off bumpers made of Flubber.

Failure!

That's what he felt more than anything else, as sticky as tar, as molten as lava. A hole as wide as the world and as dark as the heat-death of the universe swallowed him up, dragging him down to depths none could ever escape.

He had come so far, endured so much pain and misery, and it was all for nothing!

It was Total Drama World Tour all over again!

The silver balls of thought bouncing off Flubber bumpers that slammed into his thrumming brain then changed, becoming voices… voices which mocked him.

They taunted him. Insults uttered throughout his whole life by the bullies and assholes he had known shared mental space with even more hurtful remarks that had never been uttered out loud by Cody himself echoed in his most honest and miserable moments.

The voices chanted with bestial gusto, a kind of tone that wasn't so much about sharing information as conveying a less-than-animal need to hurt and maul and hate. The most commonly shared sentiment was how yet again Cody wasn't even nearly good enough.

Cody agreed with them. For the latest time in his life, he agreed full heartedly. His body actually started quivering with the manic zeal from which Cody agreed with them!

He didn't deserve any of what Heather had given him! He didn't deserve any better! He didn't—!

Then, just as quickly as they engulfed him, the darkness fled and the voices were silenced as something fell before his face. Like a lifeline dropped in front a drowning man, the fluttering yet abrupt motion made the floor-facing Cody flinch. At seeing what it was, he blinked, and then blinked again; making sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.

It was black, made of what he assumed to be cotton, and was about the size of a hand towel. But, that was impossible, because the only thing he could think of in this room that matched that description would have been… the black t-shirt Heather was wearing!

In less than a microsecond, all thoughts akin to wallowing in sullen mire were incinerated as understanding dawned upon the Tech Geek, what the unspoken implications of the discarded piece of clothing must have meant. Before he could even act on what he hoped in his heart to be true, several more 'lifelines' dropped into view, one after another they fluttered or dropped like a lead weight to join that first black flag that had been planted into the ground.

First there was a pair of white socks. Then a wide leather belt. Next a pair of denim booty shorts.

Then last but not least, landing right in front of him was a lacy red push up bra!

The commingled stimuli those articles of clothing spurred in Cody gave him just enough strength to fight through the pain to turn his head and stare up at their source.

Towering above him was Heather, wearing nothing save a low riding red thong. She had an unreadable expression on her face while her hands were perched on her lovely hips, her grey gaze surveying him before raising a lone eyebrow.

"Ninety-nine gets you this much," Heather finally said casually, as if she were talking about the weather. "If you're ready to give up—"

As though he were Popeye having just downed ten cans of spinach, before Heather could even finish, Cody forced his limp noodle arms to push himself back up once, then again one last time with the fury of a volcanic eruption as the very last of his bodily strength left him for good.

Heather could have sworn she actually heard a boxing bell *ding* as he collapsed, having surpassed his own set goal for a very respectable (for Cody) one hundred and one push-ups.

Gasping for breath, Cody rolled himself over onto his back, looking up at the celling, grinning like a fool and cheering himself on…before realization hit him square in the chest…

Or rather, came fluttering down on his chest, in the form of a lacy red thong.

With his face achieving new levels of redness as arousal fused with good old fashioned exhaustion, Heather once again towered over him, this time far more so than before. The first time she merely seemed tall. Now she seemed like a giantess of the '50-foot' variety. Her superior smirk held in place and cocking one hip she allowed Cody to feast on the sight of his prize. He had earned it. He earned the sight of her body, landing strip crowned mound and all.

Despite having fucked him a number of times, she had never actually allowed him such an unhindered display of her full glory, at least not with her completely naked in broad daylight.

Cody swallowed, as he was perfectly content to merely stare up the sexist sight he could possibly imagine. He was content to merely stare, partially because of the look now radiating from Heather's eyes. There was a subtle twinkle to their usually cold and calculating beauty he adored, like droplets of water clinging to an icicle.

It was the cherry on top of the sundae sweeter than any made from mere ice cream.

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Friday, November 7th 2014 (3:15 PM)

Even with the current pleasures of his girlfriend's immaculate ass grinding on his lap, the Tech Geek got an even greater thrill from remembering that day.

What happened after beating Heather's challenge had been without a doubt one of the most awkward yet happiest days of his life. Sure, he was exhausted and too tired to do much of anything, and the sight of his stunningly beautiful girlfriend without a stitch of clothes on had him sporting the mother of all boners for the entire day, which she had teased him about relentlessly. But, he wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world, as that day became a beacon of light for his weary and battered soul, proving that the way things had been up until then did not have to be the way they remained forever.

Upon reflection there were some things he learned regarding that day after Heather and he got back together, when they spent several long days and nights talking and learning about each other. He had asked why she stripped down to her thong that day when he stopped at ninety-nine, and her response had been a surprising admission.

She knew it would give him the push he needed, but for the life of her she couldn't explain why she felt compelled to give him that push. After several long moments of uncomfortable silence, with a soft, hushed tone, she added that it was the first time she saw 'potential' in him, and some part of her wanted to see him win.

Though she never said it explicitly, he strongly suspected it had something to do with his words to her during the final challenge of World Tour.

But even in the moment, his pain-riddled and exhaustion-fogged brain picked up on plenty about Heather that day. She always kept her word to the letter, she had a small crescent shaped birthmark on the inside of her right thigh, and she was without a doubt the most confident person he'd ever met in his life. Given his friendship with Owen and some of the other contestants he'd met during Total Drama, that was saying something.

Another bonus was that because it was so early in the morning when he won that first challenge, he got to enjoy almost literally an entire day with his naked girlfriend. Not once did she blush, not once did she cover herself, and not once did she show an ounce of shame. She was beautiful, sexy, athletic, and she knew it, so it shouldn't have been surprising that she would be so assured of herself and comfortable with her body.

He had struggled not to ogle her, but she went out of her way to tease and rile him up. Finding any and every excuse to bend over and give him a full view of her backside was only the start, but he especially loved how she deliberately sat herself in such a way that it showed off as many of her curves as possible.

Still, as great as that day had been, it proved to be the start of something between them, something Cody both loved and hated at first, but grew to purely appreciate with time. Each day she came over she would give him a 'challenge.' The particulars varied but they all had the same basic theme. If he managed to win, she would spend the rest of the day naked, and if he failed she would undress to some degree based on how close he got.

At first the challenges had been easy. He saw a lot of his girlfriend's fine body those days, and a few times he still had the energy for sex afterwards. But then after the first few weeks, she started ramping up the difficulty. Running a mile became running a mile in less than ten minutes. A hundred pushups became a hundred and fifty. Fifty setups became a hundred. Each time he won she would just keep raising the bar for next time while also adding more layers of clothes in case he fell short.

The fact that she was usually right there beside him, doing the same challenge herself just to prove she could add to both the pros and the cons as failing meant 'losing to a girl' while winning meant 'getting to shower with his girlfriend' or if too exhausted 'getting washed by his girlfriend,' which was still a plus.

Something that had been a bitter ordeal was now covered with rose-tinted glasses as a necessary period of growth, in more ways than one. Luckily Cody tried not to dwell too deeply on past negatives these days, especially when the present offered bountiful joys.

Chuckling to himself, Cody decided to enjoy one of those right now. His hands ran down Heather's flanks, attempting to once again map the exact features of his girlfriend's body. Fingers calloused more from mashing videogame controller buttons than hard labor and strengthened by hundreds of hours of dedicated practice slid along and groped the silky smooth expanses of her skin, noting it was free of blemish or imperfection. He always made a determined effort to search for any outgrowths that slightly sullied her beauty, both to give his otherwise random motions a vigor fueled by a purpose and for any new material to use against her in their bouts of goodhearted jest. He didn't expect to find any however, as the habits about maintaining her body drilled into her head by the ballet instructors and the need to be at the top of their school's beauty pecking order remained.

Though she no longer cared about either of those, she had an equally powerful motivator in Cody these days. He liked that. He liked that a lot. Knowing that Heather put as much effort as she did in maintaining her image just for him was more than enough to motivate him to do the same in kind.

His ministrations' effects were charted by the way her dualistic voice sang and moaned. Heather had always been a vocal lover, believing in not hiding how much she enjoyed herself for others who she likely didn't give a damn about anyway. Now was no different. Whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot or added just the right amount of pressure, the panther and angel both sung such a lovely wordless prayer for more of the same.

Cody was more than willing to oblige.

For her part, never allowing herself to be outdone by anyone, Heather upped the ante. Even as she moaned and all but begged Cody to keep up his erotic assault, the former Queen Bee pushed her back into her boyfriend's chest. He breathed in that scent of her hair that turned him on so much; the proof still between her ass-cheeks, which she manipulated to jiggle more forcibly than before, surrounding his dick in fleshy vibrations. As she did, Heather looked over her shoulder and met Cody's teal eyes. Her face had reddened to a splotchy, fevered blush of exertion and she rarely looked happier than now. The smile stretching across the terrain of unevenly shown crimson was one of her rare genuine smiles, with nothing motivating its creation other than showing him how she felt.

Closing her eyes, she leaned in to kiss him.

More than happy to respond in kind, their lips met, almost shyly, innocent at first. Of course that was a façade, a form of unintentional roleplaying between the well-practiced couple. By this stage of things both were anything but shy or innocent. And yet there was something undeniably of the sort between them. An enchanting contradiction the likes of which only love could birth.

Pulling back, just for the tiny thrill of hearing Heather's faint moans of disappointment at having what she currently craved most denied her, Cody planted a kiss to her nose before returning to her lips, which were relentless to reclaim what had been theirs. After the first few kisses it was his turn to be surprised when he felt her softly nibbling on his bottom lip.

Cody thought to himself, amongst other things, that it was nice to see Heather happy again. Being playful, the way she had been back during their senior year when she practically lived with him. By that time they had gone through the various difficult phases of their relationship; the early stage where she regarded him as a glorified dildo that could talk, the better but still secret period, and the backlash of her cheating on him. After all that nastiness, Cody experienced what in many ways was the best year of his entire life so far.

Walking hand-in-hand into their school, the pair recreated the famous V-J Day kiss of Times Square right in the middle of the cafeteria before the eyes of hundreds of their classmates.

It was official! Everyone knew! No more secrets!

He could take her out on dates! They could go anywhere together! Do anything together!

And of course, there was much, MUCH more sex!

And though he logically knew at least some of it was an act, partially as a reaction to her complete loss in social status, Heather actually seemed far happier whenever they were together after that day. And apart from the drama flared up by Gwen entering their lives…that remained so even now.

To Cody, knowing what he did about her, that meant a lot.

Heather was not a happy person by nature. Not at her core, not at her deepest and most sincere level. She could experience happiness like anyone else. But she rarely did, and it was never from within. Abandoning her insanely high standards about everything, including herself, and dropping her guard in front of anyone, even Cody, wasn't easy.

Even at her most lax, Heather's mind was always on, always making plans, always worrying about not being good enough or finding fault all around her without even trying. The only time she truly relaxed was in the throngs of sex, or when deep in sleep following said throngs of sex. It was like she was trying to hold water in her bare hands, furiously trying to insure not one drop slipped through. But every time she tightened her grip or ironed her resolve, the only result was some dripping between her fingers anyway. The fact that most of the water remained within her grasp meant less than it should in the face of the few drops lost.

And what made it all the more tragic was that Cody knew if she were given the choice to change her very nature, she wouldn't take it. She'd be tempted, but she would reject such a miraculous offer out of hand. For all of her faults, and she had many, Heather was Heather, nothing more and nothing less. Besides, if she wasn't so knotted up, she might, easily, lose control.

And the last time she lost control Cody had broken up with her, easily the worst event of her entire life.

The same applied with her being cheerful, or acting silly and lighthearted while actually meaning it. These were simple things that proved to be harder for her than reaching items on a seven-foot high shelf. However, though rare, she did have her high points and good moods. They were worth their scarcity, which is why Cody worked so hard to unearth and protect them.

Acting on her own accord, Heather turned herself around in Cody's arms so that she was now facing him straddling his lap, and the former Queen Bee's mind was devoted to savoring the legion of delights she was experiencing from this position before escalating further. Her breasts pressed against the toned muscles Cody had worked so hard to gain thanks to her special brand of encouragement. She shivered at the contrast of softness against hardness, moving her upper body back and forth against his with vigor to get that wonderful jolt from her hardened nipples flicking and scraping against such a tightly packed physique. The spire of his man-meat was still at full mast and now it was trapped between her cleft. As much as she had grown to enjoy feeling her boyfriend's iron hard dick between her ass-cheeks, partially because it ended up there so often during the night, she preferred it in this spot, where she had much more control.

As she did so, Heather decided to even the score from earlier and remove her lips from Cody's. The pathetic grunt of annoyance that shamelessly rung out pleased her as much as her own had done for him earlier. Even with a lover who she actually loved, Heather didn't take sleights well. If she hadn't been so fired up, she'd have laughed at the silly look on Cody's red face, eyes held shut by crippling waves of pleasure and rendered terse by the need for more. The image had special appeal for her because due to sitting on his lap, she technically was towering over Cody. And as much as she liked having a big strong man to have this kind of fun with, she liked being imposing, she liked towering over a lover, even if only due to perspective and not actual height.

She looked down and basked in that minor revelry.

Basking however soon gave way to needing more herself, so the Asian beauty wrapped her arms around Cody's neck in unison with her mouth descending upon his. Her tongue wiggled within his maw so gently, almost pleadingly, to fire him up further. Such tenderness was obliterated as Cody accepted her non-verbal but still oral challenge and rammed his tongue into her mouth. The tendrils of their passion rubbed and slathered against each other with gusto, as much fighting for dominance as they worked to give the other pleasure.

The tussle between their tongues was almost enough to distract Heather from Cody's arms wrapping around her securely. Not to protect her, she knew, but merely to hold her up. She liked that. She liked that Cody knew she could handle herself, even with his chivalry, but she liked him holding her up even more. One of his limbs went around her back while the other dived straight for her ass. Not wasting any time, that second hand cupped her perfectly sculpted cheeks appreciably, kneading the well trained muscles seemingly designed by a higher power to be fondled. After several groping squeezes, he delivered a strong but still playful swat, delighting in the bouncing *smack* as the marbled egg took his blow in stride. Cody knew from experience that Heather's ass could easily take far more extreme abuse.

That was something Cody hadn't learned until well after her little 'workout challenges' came to an end. At some point in time, the Tech Geek couldn't recall when exactly, Heather's challenges that had become part of his daily routine suddenly fell by the wayside. He hadn't really questioned or complained because he viewed them in hindsight as unpleasant but necessary. By that point he had gotten all the pros and none of the cons remained. The routine the couple fell into however was similar to their current erotic escapade.

This had become the norm.

Entire days would pass where the two would bask in each other's touch, remaining almost constantly within the other's arms with nothing to separate them. Sure, they had sex during those days, quite often in fact. It would have been nearly impossible not to given how badly their hormones were always raging, and with the other being one of the few people either knew with a comparably bottomless sex drive it worked out perfectly. Besides, sex was actually one of the best forms of exercise a person could follow, provided both parties were actively participating. But going against all conventions and assumptions, the sex itself was never the main focus, instead it was something far simple but also infinitely more meaningful for the couple, especially for Heather.

Touch.

Heather had never flat out told him, but thanks to her coaching in observation, combined with the sheer amount of time he spent with her he had managed to figure something out that none of her previous boyfriends or lovers save one ever had.

When you got down to it, there was a paradoxical duality concerning her relationship with touch.

On the surface, she hated it. Loathing physical contact of any sort with anyone she either didn't know or had no desire to know. A whip striking her would have been preferred over partaking in such mundane activities as quick one-armed hugs with acquaintances or even handshakes with strangers.

Even with friends it wasn't that much better. Touch, in all its many ho-hum forms was tolerated. Something to be endured for the sake of social protocol and put up with when necessary, like a elderly cat that knew its human wanted to pet them. She didn't like it, but she would allow it only because of who the person was.

Initially, he simply thought she might have been germaphobic, as like a cat she was a very clean and tidy person by nature. Everything she had, everything she owned, was immaculately clean. And given her enjoyment of cooking, he could see where some of her habits may have stemmed from.

But then, as their relationship progressed, and he spent more time with her, he saw this wasn't the case.

Her reaction to being touched by others was merely one side of the coin, the side that was always face up for the world to see. In time, he learned there was another side, one that was hidden completely unless they could flip the coin over. The hidden side, the true side, was the one that couldn't get enough of it, but was too cautious to trust anyone. That tiny, well-guarded part of her heart hungered for it, burned for it, would destroy worlds and do the unforgiveable to have it.

That was the side of the coin very few people fell under.

Cody suspected Jasmine might be one of those few, even if she never returned his girlfriend's unsubtle advances. The ebony giantess was one of the few people the former Queen Bee seemed to be at ease enough to let her guard down with. Heather was obsessive and unrelenting in what she wanted, sure, but he couldn't recall her wanting anyone for a threesome as badly as the awesome Australian. There was just something about the towering beauty's power and potential that Heather simultaneously wanted to possess while also longed for in a romantic partner.

Hell, a small part of Cody wondered that if it hadn't been for Sammy, if maybe Heather might have wanted to make Jasmine a permanent addition to their relationship. Truthfully he wasn't quite sure how to feel about that idea, so he was happy that Sammy was there. Still, without having seen explicit proof, he could only make assumptions in her case.

What he did know beyond any shadow of a doubt was that there were only two people who had earned the precious privilege that Heather kept so close to the vest that it became bruised. Of course, he was one of them, and simply knowing that he was one of only two people whom she would never recoil at the touch of, and would be allowed to touch her however he desired made him overjoyed. But then, there was the other, the only one who might have as legit a claim to Heather's heart as himself.

Lindsay Mills.

When it came to himself and the beautiful busty blonde, touch took on an entirely different level of meaning for Heather. With them, touch was almost a language, as every gesture on her part, no matter how great or small was a multilayered display of intimacy. She deliberately engaged in physical contact with them to show how much they meant to her, how much she trusted them.

Cody had mostly figured this out on his own, but Lindsay of all people had been the one to show him the puzzle even existed in the first place. They had been talking over the phone waiting for Heather to return when the topic somehow came up. As usual, talking to Lindsay had been both a treat and a chore. She was pleasant and easygoing, but her conversational capacities were… limited. It was best to avoid allusion, irony, sarcasm, repartee, satire, and words longer than 'chicken'. But though she was thicker than a yard of lard with the brain capacity of a caterpillar, she had her moments of clarity and insight. She had been the one to somewhat explain Heather's feelings on touching, and even explained some of her body language as a way to expound on and prove the accuracy of her points.

Though bordered within the vapid and bubbly language which Lindsay was known for, there had been real wisdom in her words, and he would even admit that the wisdom she offered helped him please Heather better. It was she who made him aware of how sensitive the Asian's thighs were; that she secretly enjoyed being tickled, and that if she ever initiated contact directly it was an open invitation for him to do the same.

As grateful as he had been for that and as much as he legitimately liked Lindsay as a person, she also worried him. Well, worried him in an abstract way that didn't neatly fit in logical parameters.

When he got right down to it, in many ways, Cody felt threatened by her.

Truthfully, if anyone else with Lindsay's level of attractiveness had such a hold on and intimate knowledge of his girlfriend, Cody would have been desperately worried. The plain fact was that while Lindsay had a body that everyone who had a significant other attracted to the female form should hate her for, she compounded the trouble by actually being very likeable. She was the kind of person who would never knowingly insult or harm even a mosquito. The kind of person who even if she had been capable of thinking of stealing Heather away from him, would rather chop off her own hand than actually do so. Having even the most minor displeasure for her felt like kicking a blind, terminally ill puppy into a series of slow moving spiked presses that were also on fire, just because.

And due to recent developments, his unsure feelings about Lindsay added a new dimension the likes of which he hadn't been able to accurately identify at this point. He knew Lindsay still meant a great deal to Heather, more than anyone besides him, that perhaps she even still loved Lindsay.

So…was that any different from his thoughts on Gwen?

A pang of jealousy flared up in the Tech Geek as his mind wandered into a dark forest. "Yes", he thought, it was different…but only in ways that risked boiling his blood.

Heather had someone who loved her unconditionally aside from himself, whom she also loved back; someone she actually got to have sex with and have a great friendship with even after she had all but thrown the blonde away like trash.

And he had none of that with Gwen!

The Goth had never truly been his friend, never treated him with anything other than annoyance at best, and was never attracted to him. Let alone in love with him!

Heather leaned forward and slid her tongue back into a mouth rendered somewhat tense. With the same level of skill she always brought to the table, she pulled that tension out of his being. Her breasts bobbed up and down against Cody's chest, his penis nearly penetrated her.

The dark wood was swiftly swept away within the overpowering currents of pleasure. Almost as palpable within the Tech Geek was shame, and disbelief.

What the hell was wrong with him!?

Here he was with Heather and he let his mind wander to a girl who had and still wanted nothing to do with him! He risked squandering the most likely vision of Heaven he knew could exist simply for such petty and unfounded reasons. Cody resolved right then and there not to let this Garden of Eden be ruined by a whispering, seducing snake.

He knew at some point that he would need to talk to her about the whole situation with Gwen, but he also knew that now really wasn't the time to do that!

Besides, he also knew that it had not been easy for Heather to rekindle her friendship with Lindsay. It had taken quite a bit of pushing and arguing on his part to convince her to even try talking to her. He had been there, holding her in his arms when she finally worked up the courage to dial the blonde's number. And he remembered how choked up she had been when she apologized, how she broke down in tears…

Yet another reason for him to make those thoughts up to her, and he could start his atonement from briefly straying into the dark wood by using his wood to convey a mere fraction of just how much Heather sincerely meant to him. Instead of dwelling on the girl who was out of reach, he would focus on the one who was in his lap, held between his hands…the girl who he loved more than life itself.

And with that introspection ended, as Cody devoted himself to more worldly matters.

With difficulty he once again pulled his lips away from Heather's, but before she could wordlessly complain about that he lowered himself so his lips were level with her neck. Acting with the hunger of a starving lion, he left a trail of kisses down the length of her throat. Cody took his time, infusing every single kiss with the strength of his love for her. Sucking and licking on her succulent skin pulled moans of delight from Heather's panting lips. The pathway of pleasure continued all the way down to the juncture of her collarbone, before latching on to once again leave his mark on her otherwise pristine flesh. Once there, his mouth lingered, knowing this was one of his girlfriend's sweet spots. He sucked and slurped and bit on the area as if tearing into a Flintstones sized bone of cooked meat.

His efforts triggered Heather to reach up and drive her nails into his shoulders for support. Her fingernails traced long burgundy signatures along his upper back. Cody knew they would be there for days if not weeks. The pleasure of his girlfriend dug that deeply. He couldn't see it but Cody knew the look on Heather's face by the growing moan she was vocalizing despite her best efforts. Her lush lips were bit on as if to stifle the keening whine.

Having done this trick so many times before, Cody could practically do it in his sleep. While his body functioned on autopilot, his mind wandered, this time into far less hostile terrains.

Back when they first started out as a couple, although he would never admit it, Cody had noticed a very…distinct shift in his usual nightly porn surfing. Busty blondes and redheads faded to the wayside as busty Asians rose to the forefront, and then slightly less busty Asians soon followed. Even a sleep-deprived cabbage could have understood the motive for this shift, but that wasn't what he was focused on. Instead he dwelled on one of the discoveries he had made after changing his porn preferences.

Just as each culture had its own unique forms of art and cuisine, or beliefs about paradise, there was such a thing as culture specific fetishes and kinks. Some were interesting, some were weird, and a few even made their way into his own preferences. One in particular had caught his attention as especially odd at the time before falling to the wayside forgotten, at least until that day Lindsay brought up Heather's relationship with touch.

Skinship.

That had given him an idea, and some clarity, though the clarity came before the idea. Cody remembered how bad things were between Heather and her parents, so it wasn't difficult to imagine her growing up with very limited, if any, physical contact with her mother or father. No good morning hugs, no good night kisses, not even a pat on the head or clap on the shoulder for a job well done. This helped explain why Heather had always been so uncomfortable and uneasy with him holding her or hugging her back then. Even with her history of lovers, physical intimacy and affection were something she had no real experience with.

With a little digging, he discovered that in most Asian cultures it was very similar, though less severe as they had their own unique ways of displaying affection to each other without touch, at least while in public. So it was very easy to see how an otherwise niche fetish could become so commonplace and culturally specific.

That had given him the idea, the idea to help rectify that, to give something to the girl who had given him so much.

One such gift was shown after Cody released the flesh of her neck from his lips' hungry embrace. Heather's collarbone was now branded with a mark that was sure to leave a hicky. Something she would act annoyed with, in that adorable faux way she did. Such acting was absent for now, however, as the two lovers openly and brazenly explored the other's body. Heather's manicured nails roamed over the chiseled landscape of Cody's chest while his hands became ravenous claws that returned to their previous mission in life of kneading her ass.

This, THIS above all things, Cody knew Heather loved.

Not fucking like rabbits, not going sixty-nine with some other girl…but this simple physical contact. Skin to skin, the most primal display of affection between her and another person. It was something she had been without for the first seventeen years of her life, something she had been denied, something that most people took for granted.

Even in his case, as absent as his parents had been they were there when it mattered most, when he needed them, and they had never held back on showing their love for him. He might have been embarrassed and fussed when his mother kissed him on the cheek after getting his diploma, or when his father ruffled his hair back at the ICU when they had first met Heather, but he was still thankful for that contact, the connection it gave them.

Just the idea of living without those simple things, of growing up not knowing that no matter how bad things might get that his parents loved him, that they would be there for him…he didn't know if he could have kept going during his more depressed moments without that.

And Heather, this beautiful and wonderful woman in his arms, had gone without that for almost her entire life.

No more.

The sexual hunger that burned so strongly in Cody's veins was commingled with a purer, more righteous impulse, an overzealous need to correct something that never should have been. He was going to balance out the seventeen years her parents denied her such love that was all but guaranteed to have the most effect. She had pushed him, inspired him to become a better, stronger person, and he would be damned if he didn't return the favor a hundred fold.

Using practiced precision, Heather grinded against Cody's lap, moving her hips with a fluid grace, rhythmically thrusting and humping her mound against a boner as fueled by love for her heart as lust for her body. The hardened spire slid into her moistened passage while their lips once again engaged in a war of dominance that meant nothing and yet meant everything in that moment. The twin muscles of their mouths twisted and coiled around and over one another, using tactics both subtle and blunt to coax the other into submission, demanding that the other allow it to pleasure their owner.

How far their skinship had come.

At first, that first day years ago, Heather had only done it because he asked her to, sitting in his lap while they watched a movie she picked out. She thought he was just being a boy, and so she messed with him a bit, wiggling her ass and pressing into him. But then there came that moment his arms wrapped around her and held her in place, when it became apparent that he really did just want to watch a movie with her in his lap. Once she understood that, she got fidgety, stiff, and played it off as if it were nothing, though he still saw right through it. Sure, it had been awkward for him given how hard he was, but he didn't make any moves on her. They had just sat there, watching the movie while neither paid much if any attention to what was on the screen.

Thankfully, the awkwardness eventually became comfort.

The depths of that comfort were conveyed with each greedy, shameless sweep of his hands over her body while their connection was reestablished with each pelvic thrust. Heather didn't recoil from those touches, she welcomed them, leaning into them even as they made fevered love. She even broke the kiss to bask in his touch. Her face, as flushed and drenched in a fine coating of shimmering sweat as it was, bore a simpering expression of contentment. She was able to lose herself in the crashing waves of gratification bombarding her. Cody's every touch an ecstasy, one she couldn't get enough of.

The Tech Geek's arms shifted, moving under her thighs and pushing her legs together. His penetrating her didn't cease while he manipulated her limbs, though the pace slackened. As he did so, he leaned forward with a knowing grin, the gap in his teeth proudly displayed. At a speed of thought only the likes of Cameron or Scarlett could truly comprehend, Heather understood exactly what Cody had in mind, and gave a reflexive shriek of surprise that turned into laughter, the soft ringing bells were full and airy, not caring if others heard.

Even as she continued laughing, Heather flashed a grin matching her boyfriend's. Without a word, and thus risking the ethereal atmosphere of the moment, the former Queen Bee hooked her knees over his shoulders. The columns of smooth, taunt flesh draped over Cody's back, his shoulders quickly accepting the added weight to support. Toes that wiggled erratically with each jolt of nerves singing scratched his back. Giving her boyfriend a knowing superior look, the former Queen Bee made a show of leaning back, her arms stretching out as far as her biological limits would allow behind her as Cody rose from the beanbag chair with his hands clamped firmly on her sides.

After the first time of skin shipping, it became easier, with each passing instance becoming less and less uncomfortable for the both of them. The awkwardness became comfort, slowly but surely the tenseness left Heather's shoulders and frame. Eventually she started to relax when he held her, in bed or on the couch after having sex, or even when they were just relaxing together. She still tensed up if he surprised her or someone hugged her out of the blue, but she was getting better.

Proof of that came eight days ago back at Cherry Tappers. Cody would have lost the bet of Heather asking anyone other than him (or Lindsay and Jasmine) for a hug, and yet she had done just that (sort of) with Zoey. It was a sign of progress, and the first time he could remember her asking anyone to hug her…well, sort of hug her in this case.

To keep such progress going, among other more obvious impulses, Cody scooped Heather up. Limbs still holding her up as he walked, their bodies still joined in unity. Heather's warm hooded gray gaze looked up at him, her eyes unguarded windows into her soul, at the same moment his sapphire stare traveled down to her supported but prostrate form, his gaze unapologetic. She winked at him, conveying control and sexiness even with the stupidly content grin she wore. Even as Cody trekked across the room, Heather wanted to do more, needed to do more, driven to match and surpass Cody in displaying her own skills.

Showing off her lithe and curvy body, the former Queen Bee leaned back further and further until her fingertips scraped against the carpet of the floor. Cody stopped moving, groaning as he felt his member bend within her as she continued until completely vertical facing the floor. Not seeing his expression, Heather knew she had unearthed a new facet of awe for her abilities. She liked to remind Cody of why he had come to love ballet so much even after they got together. It had kept her in great shape, and gifted her flexibility that most only dreamed of, a flexibility she was most eager and willing to show off with the slightest justification.

He would never forget the first time she rode him doing the splits…the sheer endurance, and raw strength of her thighs was as unbelievable as it was undeniable.

That memory animated his body to overpower the sensations of the past, to instead experience their counterparts in the present. With added impatience and forsaking mid-stride penetrations, the Tech Geek made his way to the bed.

He carefully laid her upon it, taking care to walk around the footboard he currently hated with a passion to have his girlfriend laying horizontally across the bed. Her knees still locked around his neck like the most fetching and heat-radiating fox pelts. Though he loved the fact they were doing something many couples probably couldn't, Cody was annoyed that this particular position forbade him from leaning forward and kissing Heather. He attempted to do so anyway, simply because he wasn't exactly operating with a full brain right now. It took him until about ten pecks giving to empty air saturated by the scent of sweat heated breath, high-quality perfume and precum before he stopped trying.

By this stage, any and all subtlety or attempts at deception had ceased, and so the full extent of Cody's displeasure at this development was broadcast for all to see.

With great difficulty, Cody waited for his perceptive girlfriend to remove this obstacle for him. She didn't. If anything, he felt Heather tighten her legs, further constricting his movements as if they were a pair of smooth-scaled pythons that he loved to feel up. Having no other options, at least none that wouldn't remove him from her, Cody quirked an eyebrow, silently asking what the deal was, why she was denying him her lips.

"I—I nee—*gasp* need to keep you," Heather began to say, needing to pause for breath often, "on a leash!" She sighed and moaned. "You already lef—*moan* left a hicky on me, Cody!"

Despite the bizarre situation, Cody blew out a puff of a chuckle while continuing to piston into her. "Ce sont des insignes d'honneur pour ma jeune fille!" He said with desperate zeal in French as he pushed against her hold. His torso warred against Heather's legs, pushing with more gusto than his lower half entering Heather. Right now he longed for a kiss more than an orgasm, but she was unyielding. Heather tightened her leg-lock until she was bent like a pretzel, further showing off her own impressive strength as she quite easily held back her larger, and far heavier, boyfriend even as her entire face turned beet red from his words.

She may not have been fluent in the French tongue, but 'jeune fille' was a phrase she had become quite familiar with.

Cody groaned in frustration at being cock-blocked, or rather kiss-blocked, for a few moments before he paused in his thrusts, and then flashed a naughty grin. Heather had no idea what that grin was a herald for until she noted, with growing horror, that Cody had changed tactics.

Instead of trying to use gravity and his greater weight to force Heather's legs to release their hold on him, the Tech Geek had resumed plundering her pussy with gusto, this time using long, full, deep thrusts, withdrawing until only the head remained within her before quickly plunging back in. Though he had never technically seen it with in his own eyes, the inner terrain of his girlfriend's neither region was a land he could have mapped with reliable accuracy by this point. His mind's eye summoned a chart for the moist cavern that was in many ways his true Heaven.

Shifting his right hip just slightly, and angling his back he started prodding at one particular area without any real technique or restraint. If anything, it was more akin to carpet-bombing than sniping. Pleasuring Heather wasn't the goal, at least for now. No, his goal was to find, and strike, a very specific spot.

He didn't know if all girls were like this, but Heather had sweet spots, areas that if struck at just the right angle had wondrous effects, that could do in an instant what would normally take hours to achieve. After somewhere in the ballpark of a dozen or so thrusts, he found it. He knew he had found it because of the gut reaction of thinking his girlfriend had been short-circuited by a lightning strike.

With a final twitch and quivering along their glorious lengths that Cody lamented not being able to see, he found the sweet spot he had been looking for, one that rendered Heather as immobile as a potted house plant but denied her the release of an orgasm. Her formerly unyielding legs slackened, and then slid off his shoulders like limp noodles, parting as they fell with a bounce on a squeaking trampoline of bedsprings before resting like felled trees. Acting like a loaded spring, before Heather's inert legs could even hit the bed, Cody had lunged for her, once again prevailing over her challenge.

And just as before, to the victor went the spoils.

He pushed down and into Heather, trapping her, pinning her to the bed as he selfishly drank in her lips. From there Cody reclaimed her, used her; made her know the full extent of his longing for her. Her mind was awash in the wonderful agonies of a full-scale siege from Cody going all out. She noted that something didn't feel quite right within her cooch, but so much was happening that she hardly noticed. It wasn't every day that Cody was this fired up after all, so Heather didn't fight it, instead she welcomed it and the rough passes his hands made over her body. She returned the favor, seeking any spot that would elicit a moan from him while fumbling in what was essentially the dark.

But it was Cody who was in control now. Paying homage to Heather's breasts by pushing them together and sucking on both nipples. Feeling his teeth lightly graze her sensitive flesh between nibbles, suckles and tugs her mind turned into a white void.

When awareness finally returned, his hands were once again cupping, squeezing and kneading her ass before slithering along the backs of her thighs, forcing her to squeal in pitches whose tone varied based on how close those ten tendrils came to her apex and ass-cheeks. He hovered around those spots more than any other, knowing they were where she was most ticklish, and the most sensitive. His fingernails flexed and scratched along these spots, the laughter retched out by his actions sent flying into either air made humid by so many rapid exhales or the mouth of the man who made them. He tormented her by letting his fingernails lightly graze across her skin, just enough to etch an impression on the delicate and tingly surface without leaving a marking trace behind. As he had so often done, both in the past and present, he gave her a glimpse of an earthly delight that was easily within reach, merely to deny it at a whim.

Not being a total monster, Cody left a plantation of kisses all the way down her chest, licking the naval for good measure. It took Heather far longer than usual to realize a few things while this was happening, her over-stimulated body and mind finally able to cognize from her boyfriend and lover's earlier onslaught.

A good chuck of the actions by Cody, basically everything after he had turned her legs into overstretched rubber bands, should have been physically impossible from his current position. With his cock balls-deep into her quivering cavern he wouldn't be able to move or bend to reach around her as he did. She knew exactly how flexible he was, and exactly how far he could bend. They had tested that plenty over the years. Then, she noticed he wasn't pumping into her anymore. In fact, he wasn't even in her anymore. She had been so wrapped up in the relentless assault upon her senses that she hadn't felt him pull out.

Heather's head instantly shot up and a look that could split the world in half was unleashed. A hellish litany of primal insults boiled within the cauldron of her mind at something as evil as this! At least until she noticed that though she reminded pinned, Cody had moved off her, and his hands were now holding her hips up like soft bear traps while he sat with his knees on the floor, his girthful rod impaling nothing but cold air.

Heather's look of cold hatred vanished as another adorably perplexed look took its place. She gawked at the sight of Cody lowering his face towards her waxed mound as understanding dawned on her.

Cody was about to eat her out!

Any thoughts about why he would willingly give up an orgasm to do something she knew he hated were rendered into nothing more than animalistic bleating as he got to work. Usually when eating her out the Tech Geek went slow at first, due equal parts to his never really figuring out how to get started and literally forcing himself through the motions.

Not so here and now. He attacked her lower lips with the same vigor and zeal as her upper pair. Lips, tongue and even teeth claimed pieces of the lower land for their own. Given how fired up Heather had already been, and Cody's borderline fantastical skill at carpet munching, in less than a minute she was screaming in an angelic octave as she came, saturating the bed sheets the moment his lips wrapped around her pearl. She well and truly lived up to the nickname Cody gave her after the first time he ate her out.

Gusher.

Heather laid there panting, still horizontal on the bed, staring at the ceiling while stars were twinkling in and out of her sight. As annoyed as she was over how rarely Cody went down on her since they got back together, there was a consolation prize that almost made up for it.

Every time he did, it made her gush…HARD.

The rarity of the act made each time feel like her first threesome, with the euphoria seeping its way through her entire form like a shroud of intangible warmth. She simply laid their and basked in it while Cody lay next to her, holding her still quivering and trembling form close as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to flare.

Despite how good she felt, once her brain had finished short-circuiting, Heather shot Cody a dirty look. She adjusted herself so she was lying on their bed vertically as she did so. At the same time Cody joined her. Even as she tried to catch her breath, she spoke up. "Tick—*pant*—tickling me like—*pant*—like that was a cheap trick." She paused needing to gather more breath. "And do—*gasp*—don't even get me started on you pulling out! That was—*pant*—that was—*huff* *pant*—you know I hate that!"

Cody looked at her as if she had grown a second head. "I'll give you the pulling out thing, but I thought eating you out balanced the scales, ma jeune fille~." He flashed a small grin at seeing Heather's tomato red blush, at knowing that he had indeed evened the scales on that front. That grin vanished as fast as it came as he wondered about his girlfriend's other claim however. "And I learned that trick from you, Heather. You do it to me all the time."

The light in Heather's eyes, still present even as she glared at him, had been snuffed out. "You shouldn't do that," she said as she looked away in a rare moment of seriousness, her voice softer than a feather falling on cotton.

The confusion in Cody only climbed to greater heights and he was starting to get worried. "What do you mean?" he asked, turning her over to face him.

"Learn from me, I mean," Heather clarified. "The only things I have to teach are all bad."

Cody stared at Heather for a few moments with a blank expression. She dreaded the heartfelt rebuke she knew was coming. Today had been so wonderfully devoid of a need for such melodramatic gravitas.

She closed her eyes, awaiting the obvious. Which is why Cody blowing a raspberry into her bellybutton made her scream as if she had been confronted by a real-life-serial-killer-with-a-chainsaw-and-a-hook! Her cries of terror were transformed into gasps of laughter as he once again tickled the backs of her thighs. This time though, he didn't just tease her. He committed himself fully to tormenting his girlfriend in a way so twisted its inspiration was beyond even Chris McLean's darkest imaginings.

Needless to say, she was startled.

"I disagree, ma jeune fille~," Cody countered calmly as he continued to tickle and torment the squirming and screaming young woman, "I think you've taught me a lot of good things since we got together, Heather. Hey, that rhymed," he quipped casually. "Very good things, in fact. Maybe you should consider a career in teaching?" He upped the ante, letting the strokes and jackhammering of his fingers be fueled by Heather's unspoiled screeches. "But as I said, very good things. Like how to be confident, how to stand up for myself, and most importantly, I think…how to appreciate something you have that you used to take for granted."

Even amongst the overpowering tingle of the tickling, Heather regarded Cody in confusion. Her instincts told her something was up with what she had just heard. The look of vexation that cropped up in between undignified wide-mouthed laughter was cute.

Cody felt a prickle of concern at his girlfriend wondering if there was any double meaning to the claim. She certainly knew his uncertain feelings towards Gwen, but hopefully she knew his stronger feelings for her. He believed she did, though there would come a time where such would be conveyed in words.

But that time wasn't now. For now, actions would be a temporary placeholder for words. Eating her out had been one such action.

Committing to his oath of not speaking the words yet, Cody finally freed Heather and slid his hands up her sides, taking his time as he groped the contours of her figure. He guided them along her breasts, across her shoulders, down her arms, and stopped only at her wrists. Taking said wrists firmly, though carefully, he looked her dead in the eyes, his face serious. "Heather, I know it's hard for you not to, but you're thinking too much." The solemn expression melted away, replaced by a face that screamed jovial yet wise. "Let me further help you with that, ma jeune fille~" Saying nothing more, Cody planted a gentle kiss on her lips before leaning back just enough to press himself into her.

In all this seriousness, Heather had completely forgotten about the raging boner he was still sporting. The feeling of it filling her up, even if he had entered her as gently as possible ensured that wouldn't happen again anytime soon. Some distant part of her mind idly noticed as Cody took hold of her by the wrists and pined them above her head, but that minute detail was ignored as he finished hilting himself, pressing his pelvis into hers with a single hard stroke. Arching her back, she moaned in pleasure, preening under his fixation upon her through hooded eyes. Using what little control she regained over her legs, she wrapped them around his back and tried to pull him deeper, squeezing him with her inner muscles. She knew Cody was reveling in the moment of his girth returning to where it belonged, and she had every intention of making him regret pulling out in the first place.

Slowly withdrawing himself so that only his tip remained, he was quick to fully sheath himself once more before repeating the motion. After a few measured thrusts, the two quickly established a rhythm, and before long the room was filled with the sounds of bedsprings creaking and the young couple groaning as Cody devoted himself entirely his own gratification. Nothing else was on his mind, as what little control remained was dedicated to lasting as long as he could. He had taken care of Heather, ensuring all of her immediate needs were slated in spades and making up for any 'fun time' lost over the previous week.

As much as he loved giving his girlfriend the release she so often sorely needed, it was always to some extent an exercise in frustration and denial for himself to do so. One simply could not pleasure and indulge their incredibly hot and highly sexual girlfriend without occasionally falling prey to the desire of using her as a means of achieving their own release. He deeply valued Heather as a human being, was eternally thankful for her friendship, and forever indebted to her for becoming a part of his life, but every now and then he would give in and have a far more…animalistic mindset.

One whose sole focus was on his own pleasure and release, or rather, multiple releases depending on how long it had been since the last time.

Heather's tightly scrunched eyes and breathy moans suggested she didn't mind it every once in a while either. After all, she made no attempt, however labored or futile to change the course of events. Plus her smile was too wide and pussy contracting too hard to suggest she felt any hint of shame or reluctance. If anything, she showed her willingness by summoning forth the will to fully regain control over her lower half. The mighty pythons now having reawaken, tightened their loose hold as she locked her ankles together. Once secured, she began matching his thrusts, arching up into him with each push, and flexing her internal muscles around tightly around Cody's cock with each pull.

Seeing as how Cody had little concern beyond his own release at this point, combined with the knowledge that Heather could, and had, withstood far worse, Cody plowed into her with everything he had, drawing upon his considerable sexual skills to maximize his pleasure. Lifting up with his knees to angle himself, each brutal thrust came faster than the one before it, no longer satisfied with simply plundering her depts. There was just enough self-awareness remaining that he kept an eye out for any sign of unwelcome pain in Heather's face, but to his relief there was none to be found.

Unknown to the current dominate of the pair, Heather was in fact still indulging herself, at least in a sense. Despite her experience and many previous lovers, there was one thing Cody had to offer her that no other ever had.

With him, and only with him, she was able to experience the freedom of being used rather than using, of not needing to worry about or control every little thing. Within this brief and all too shortly lived realm, she could let go.

Of everything.

Fear, desire, want, need, expectations, obligations, decency, shame, etiquette…none of it existed here. There was no struggle for control, there was no war with herself, there was no constant need to try and be someone better or act to put on of who she was.

Right here, right now, in this moment, she was free.

Screams of unbridled joy sung and small breasts bounced from thrusts to the musical accompaniment of flesh slapping against flesh that echoed across the room. The world around them faded away, only to explode back into existence by a deafening roar of Cody's as he came again and again within Heather, whose climatic return to reality was heralded by her own cry of release.

Not even trying to hide it, she moaned as another small orgasm almost immediately followed. She could feel him pulsating within her, again and again as his seed filled her womb. Tightening her ankles and thighs lock around him, it was far from the first time she counted herself lucky for the fact that she didn't need to worry about contraceptives. Despite how often they normally found themselves in this situation, he never ceased to amaze her when it came to…volume.

After the final spasms shook themselves out of Cody's system, and with the last spurt of his essence (of which there was quite a bit of thanks to Gwen's presence forcing them to hold back on their otherwise normal 'activities'), he found his mind and body lost to the blissful fog of climax. Releasing Heather's wrists, he slumped onto her as little more than dead weight, though not before once again claiming her lips.

In the wake of such animalistic hunger and dominance, the gentle caress of his lips seemed anachronistic. Heather didn't care, merely wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him as close as she could, returning the kiss with a loving softness no other had ever witnessed. The two were content to remain in this embrace, holding, touching, and kissing for all eternity. But, like all good things, it had to end.

Not wanting to risk suffocating his dear maiden, Cody withdrew himself from Heather and rolled to her side, resting one hand on her hip, eyes barely able to remain open from exhaustion. Just as exhausted, but not as willing to give into sleep just yet, Heather pushed him onto his back, then draped herself half over him, loosely wrapping her thighs around his leg and laying her head atop his chest, her long raven hair a blanket to keep them both warm in their shared body heat.

Though tired, and still struggling to catch their breath, Cody and Heather smiled as they used what little they had left if only to say what they each knew to be true but still couldn't say enough.

"Love you," Cody muttered, drifting to sleep as his eyes closed.

Heather smiled as she parroted the same, even as her mind refused to rest.

No further words were needed. Not in their Heaven.

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And that was the latest chapter of this story! As always, we hope you liked it!

We hope you all enjoyed this brief romantic interlude before returning to the major plot at hand. We'll go into more detail about this in the next chapter but that very same next chapter has us trying something a little bold for this story. I'll keep it vague but it will be the start point for two separate story arcs that will be happening the same day. And before anything gets any PSTD flashbacks to the "Hell Week" arc, one of those branching story arcs is ENTIRELY WRITTEN UP ALREADY! Lol

Before we get to the usual closing statements, here's that important thing we mentioned in the opening author's notes. There's an important question for you dear readers: Would you like to see more occasional lemons like this in the future, isolated and contained within their own chapter (allowing them to be longer) or would you prefer shorter lemons that are part of a chapter (allowing their to be more of them)? So it basically boils down to whether you prefer length or number.

Either way is easy enough to make work, but we wanted to hear your input on the matter. Likewise what are your feelings on lemons outside of Cody and Heather? Would you want to see, say, Jasmine and Sammy, either as stand alone chapters or parts of chapters? Or what about less central couples like, say, Noah and Emma?

Anyway, now let's refocus on this chapter.

The flashback is the earliest point we've seen with Cody and Heather as a couple. What do you think about what was revealed here? Did match or differ with what you imagined the starting point of their relationship was like when it started? Did it reveal or hint any added depths to Heather's character? Please share your thoughts.

Now, its not shocking if you missed this but hidden somewhere in this lemon is a clue something that will be a key element to the overall story later on. Don't worry; it will be expanded on soon…very soon! ;) lol. Please let us know if you think you've got it. Here's a hint, it relates to a minor bit from the lemon with Saria in chapter 9.

What were your thoughts on Cody's feelings towards Gwen expressed in this chapter? And while we are on the topic, what do you think of his musings on Lindsay and Jasmine?

Just one last thing before we wrap this up, here is the translations of the French that Cody used during this lemon.

1. Ce sont des insignes d'honneur pour ma jeune fille! / These are badges of honor for my young lady/ my fair lady!

2. Ma jeune fille / my fair lady/my young lady.

As always, we hope you enjoyed this chapter and can wait until the next one.Until then, please: read, review, alert, favor, and spread the word!