Zac lounged on the plush couch in his dressing room, comfortable in a pair of baggy jeans and a tight white tee shirt. He patted the tape recorder with the valuable Issac footage appreciatively. This would no doubt come in handy later, when Issac needed a little convincing to clean his room for him, or some other detestable chore. In fact, this tape mightbe more useful then he had originally thought. Maybe if he watched it in private, by himself......it could maybe help him with his little problem.
It was a half an hour later, and Zac had watched the tape around 7 times. So far, nothing was happening. His problem still remained. There was no tightening of the pants, no bulging of the crotch, nothing. Not even when Marlaine whipped off her shirt to reveal the most amazing set of gozangas that Zac had ever laid eyes on. Now, Zac definately knew this was unusual, because the three of them watched Baywatch every night, and every night Issac and Taylor compared boners, and argued on who deserved to wear the tight leather pants at the next show. Zac just laid on his stomach and said nothing. Its not that he wasn't turned on by the fact that the only thing seperating Pamela Anderson's naked body and his eager little eyes was a piece of strechy red lycra, it's just that nothing ever happened downstairs. Frankly, it was starting to bother him.
He snapped off the video, and stepped out of the building into the late afternoon. The sun was setting on the horizon, and the air was beginning to chill. He was gonna do something about his problem, and do it soon before his brothers found out. He strolled down the sidewalk, towards the gas station. He stepped through the automatic doors, and bought himself a bottle of Coke and a pack of cloves. He was beginning to prefer the cinammony taste of cloves to cigarettes. The cashier didn't give him any trouble about the smokes, after all, he was Zachary Hanson. He sat down on the curb to enjoy his Coke , and pulled out the pack. He placed the brown cig between his full lips, and reached around into his pocket, to pull out the clear blue lighter he always kept on him. The sweet smoke enveloped him as he mulled over his situation. He had a few choices. He could-
"Hello." Zac looked up to find a perfect angel staring back at him. She had blonde wavy hair that fell to her tanned shoulders, and sparkling violet eyes. SHe sat herself down next to him on the curb, and plucked the burning clove from Zac's mouth, and took a drag. Zac saw this as an invitation to speak.
"Hi, Im Zac."
"I'm Lauren. Whats the matter?"
Maybe it was her piercing eyes, or the aura of calmness that eminated from her, but for some reason, Zac felt completely at ease around this girl. They soon fell into a deep conversation, and Zac ended up spilling his heart and soul to her. Soon she knew everything, and had promised him she had a plan that would work.
They arrived at the abandoned house, and walked around the back, looking for an entry. Finally, Lauren spotted an open window. "In here!" They crawled through, and found themselves in an airy entryway, with a flight of twisting stairs rising a few feet in front of them. She stared nervously at the dark stairway. She could only see a few steps ahead of her, and the rest vanished into blackness. Zac looked at her frightened face, and took her hand. They ascended the stairs, hand in hand, untill they reached a hall. The hall was old fashioned, with flowered wallpaper, and plush carpet. Fortunately, it was a little lighter than the stairs had been, thanks to the moonlight streaming through the skylight above. Finally, they reached a door to one of the many bedrooms.
He reached for the lightswitch near the door, but she demurred. "Lets be in the darkness, for now," she said. "I'm afraid of the dark alone, but I'm not afraid with you."
Zac had no concern about the dark; in fact he rather liked it. He liked it even better now. "Can you see?"
"You can guide me." She took hold of his elbow.
He guided her in a few steps, where the wing divided into two rooms, and then to the left, where a bed and nightstand were. "Here."
"Lie down, and I will join you."
He stretched out on the bed, on the left side, facing right. She lay on the right side, facing left. She moved into him, her body touching at his thigh and chest. Her left hand came up and found his head;then her face was there, and she was kissing him. He felt as if he were floating through a warm fog, yet also lying on the bed with her.
"You see, its easy," she murmered. He had to laugh, and she laughed with him. It was the first time he had felt so comfortable laughing with a girl.
"Let me see what I can do," she said. "Take off your clothes."
He did not protest. He was beyond that, in this unreal darkness. He rolled off the bed, unbuckled his belt, dropped his jeans, stripped off his shirt, and removed his boxers and socks. He lay down, naked.
Her hand touched his muscular chest, locating him. Then she lay against him again, her body warm against his. She was naked too; she had removed her dress and shoes.
"All that a girl can be to a boy, i will be to you," she murmured, and kissed him.
Then, after a moment:"Am I boring you?"
"No," he breathed. Far from it; he had never before had such an experience.
She moved across him, pressing him back, her breasts sliding across his chest. Her hair fell down, tickling his neck. She kissed him once more, lying on top of him, her legs falling outside of his.
"Hm, you really do have trouble getting Mr. Winkie to salute," she said. "Lets try it the other way around." She lay down beside him. "Get up on me, sitting as i was, and run your hands over my body."
Zac obeyed. "My breasts," she said. "Don't avoid them. They may not be world class, but they're not nonexistent either. They just flatten out when I lay down on my back. Massage them gently."
He did so, and thrilled to the experience, but also felt nervousness rising in his throat. "Now my thighs," she said. "Run your hands down, outside, now inside, no, dont shy away!" For Zac had jumped off the bed, pulled his jeans up, and ran out of the room, out of the house, and into the cold night.
He paused for a moment in the dark, wet street, breathing hard, letting all that had happened sink in. Then he took off again towards his house, his feet slapping the pavement, and something else slapping his leg. Oops. He had forgotten his underwear.