Literotic asexstories – Three Boys, One Crush Pt. 02 by PhilippaMaQuente,PhilippaMaQuente
So here we are, readers! The long awaited second part of this lighthearted tale of love and lust. There will be one final part, featuring a smorgasbord of scenes to wrap up the exciting big moments and important events in these lovers’ lives. Join them for fun, passion, exploration, and a bright if unknown future. Further adventures may come in this timeline, but this story will conclude with the next installment. Thanks always for reading! More to come, with surprises. 3
Jane
I almost dreaded going to school the next day, but I still dressed exactly how I’d planned to, and gathered my things to throw my cloak over my shoulders before stepping into the morning.
Long velvet skirt in black, with a rose spray pattern lightly dispersed along the cut. A slight slit up my right side, and it clung to my curves. Over that, a black 3/4 sleeve top with a scooped neckline that hugged the swell of my breasts. I put on my “chandelier” chainmail necklace with red crystal drops, and put the last piece- my eucalyptus and floral hair wreath- carefully into my backpack, wrapped in layers of plastic bags for protection.
I was not quite certain what I’d be walking into first period, but I’d know my sign when I saw it. If these boys were supposed to be mine, I would feel it. My inkling was leaning that way… but I needed one final push.
After they dropped me off, I genuinely didn’t know if that had proven to be too much for them; I could be walking into a school that would snicker and whisper all day that the class reject has gotten her pussy plundered by three guys and dropped like a rock afterward. A slut and a freak. Or, I could still have a trio of suitors breathing down my neck, casting too much light on me.
Each outcome with its own humiliations. Possibly one with decidedly more benefits, at this point.
Maybe Randy was right. Maybe if I just held myself like I belonged amongst the elite of the senior class (without their petty bullshit), I’d trick them into accepting me until the end of year, after which I’d never see any of them again.
A girl could dream.
I didn’t wait long, cloak huddled around me, until my bestie’s car pulled into my driveway. Darting forward, I reached the car as quickly as possible and threw myself into the passenger side, clutching my bookbag.
“Morning Jane,” Nadine drawled. Robotically I buckled my seatbelt and leaned back against the headrest. I opened my mouth, rolling my head to look at the driver’s side of the car, and yet nothing came out. After a few seconds, I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Uhhh… you okay?” My friend tilted her head, peering over.
“Bodily? Yes,” I finally managed to croak. “Not so sure about the rest of me.”
“Why? Are you okay? What happened?” Nadine immediately softened, knowing the story of my life after all. I huffed a breath.
“It’s crazy,” I began, putting my face in my hands. “Nothing ‘bad’, per se-” hastily shoved that in there- “but everything’s changed in a goddamn day, and you’re gonna hear some… stuff the second you walk in the doors at school.”
“What the hell happened?” My best friend asked, confused and a little concerned.
I just know I blushed furiously.
“Three guys… asked me out.” I watched her jaw drop open in shock. She was about to say something, but I was obliged to cut her off. “Oh, and I don’t mean three guys separately asked me out, either- a trio of guys who are best friends did. They told the entire school they’re after me.” I let in a two-second pause. “Now you can freak out.”
“Are you kidding?” The look on her face… “I’m gone for a day and something so huge happens?!” Flatly stunned, my friend brushed the wavy bangs from her face and gave me the big eyes. There were several emotions running through her expression, and I couldn’t chase all of them at once. Absolute excitement, shock, eager curiosity, and just the right touch of jealousy. “What did you say?”
“I told them I needed to think about it after all the stress,” I answered truthfully. I then proceeded to give her a rundown of the events: them chasing me, each conversation throughout the day, staying after school… and as I got to the part where they kissed me senseless and fingerfucked me, licking my pussy and sucking my tits, I trailed off
“…Then the really big guy kinda pushed me to the edge until I broke down, by-” The memories flashed across my mind.
The way he shoved me against the wall and just took control. Touching and possessing me. His mouth and his hands were so incredible but he hadn’t pulled the trigger, and I’d been on the precipice ever since.
“Jane? Jane??” Nadine waved a hand in front of my face, breaking the spell. “Holy shit, what happened yesterday?” I could tell she was dying with suspense.
“He kissed me,” I blurted, “first- took me right onto the floor tonguing me until I broke down crying and told them what I didn’t want to tell them. How fucking horny I am.” I gritted my teeth, burying my face in my hands again out of sheer humiliation. Of everyone I knew, Nadine probably had a better idea than anyone else what kind of state I was in perpetually, and I hadn’t gone into extreme detail. I was so afraid to tell anyone how sick I really was.
“They… they…” My hands waved and grabbed at nothing in the air as I struggled to find the words. I wound up groaning heavily and slumping back, arms falling to my sides. “All of them, they took turns… kissing, touching me, and way more.” Didn’t want to go too graphic. Now how to say it…? “They were extremely convincing in their arguments… three times before getting me home yesterday.” I swallowed, burning up completely. “But they didn’t do anything else. Like, I didn’t t-touch them, and they didn’t…” I waved over my crotch. “No um, sex. Just gave me three fucking amazing orgasms and told me all this stuff about how I’m the only one who can complete the three of them.”
“Oh my God,” bestie uttered, just totally gobsmacked. “Oh my God oh my God, you… they…” she jolted in the driver’s seat, jerking in movements that expressed a serious of unspoken questions with arms and hands. “They like, did stuff to you.” I nodded. She then filled in the blanks a bit. “With their… hands and mouths? At school.”
“Yeah,” I admitted gingerly. “It was heavenly…” my wistful sigh made Nadine’s face turn red and she finally took a deep breath and held it for a moment before raggedly letting go.
“Okay. Okay, I’m happy you’re fine, but, wow. You took a hell of a risk.”
“I know, I know,” I responded, holding my hands up and kind of pushing against the air twice. “My brain just kind of… shut down.”
“I’ve seen M Smith, he shuts every girl’s brain down,” she responded dryly, causing us both to chuckled a little bit. “They didn’t pressure you or anything though, right? I mean it sounds a little…” she kind of jerked her shoulders forward. “Pushy, you know?”
I felt my color deepen. “That’s kind of the thing,” I shrugged. “It was a little pushy, but… I liked it. A fucking ton. Apparently to get my attention a guy has to fall on me like a caveman.”
“Actually this isn’t much of a surprise,” Nadine suddenly came out with. “You’re pretty damn reserved and more than a bit shy. Of course they’d have to bludgeon you with a club and drag you off by the hair.”
“Is that a thing, though? Wanting to be… manhandled and kind of ‘taken over’ like this? The big guy especially seems to ‘get it’ in the same way I do. He responds.”
“Well I don’t know exactly what to call it, but it sounds like something if you both seem to feel it,” Nadine said, chewing on the thought. “How far does this go? How ‘pushy’ do you want?”
I paused. “Pushy” didn’t even begin to cover it. I wanted all the way up to “forceful”.
“It goes pretty far,” I hit back in a kind of traumatized fugue. Dare I even scratch the surface of wanting to be, say, abducted by a vampire and having it feel so good to be violated by him…? God knew what Cal would do with that.
“Okay, well, if it goes too far, you’ll pull it back. Like you did with that bum last year.” Well, she had me there.
“Am I crazy for considering it, or more crazy for trying to shoo them away?” I laughed, feeling my tension break.
“I couldn’t honestly tell you, Jane, but I do know one thing. You’re an incredibly passionate person and you just need to follow your heart. And in this case, I guess something else a little south of your heart.”
We both giggled madly until I had to sit back, wiping my eyes. Nadine started the car.
Shortly, we pulled out of the driveway and began the trip to school. I sat leaning toward the window of the passenger’s side, my forehead almost touching the glass, staring out onto the tree-lined streets. The area I lived in was far more rural than the town I went to school in, as my house was close to a small beach. There was almost no break in tree cover until we turned up toward the business and municipal areas.
“I’ve always been like this, for as long as I can remember,” I uttered, breaking a few minutes’ silence. “The boys kept calling me ‘goth’. Is that all it is? Am I just normal for a goth girl?” Waving at myself, I did note the colors and styles of this outfit were far more ‘goth’ (or what I thought it was) than yesterday’s.
Nadine hummed, drumming the wheel as she thought about it.
“I don’t really know for sure, about the goth part. I guess you might be the ‘goth friend’ in our group.” That was true, we didn’t have any friends in that archetype. I hadn’t thought about it being missing, either… almost as if it hadn’t been. “But that’s really kind of beside the point, I think. It doesn’t matter if you are ‘goth’ or not. What you’re really speculating is whether or not something is wrong with you, and no.” Her voice dropped lower. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you. You’re just… who you are. And you are pretty loving, you know. Maybe these guys came on to you just because they liked what they saw. What if they want to show you how good it could be to let them love you? Looks like there’s literally no other way to get through to you.”
My head snapped her direction so fast, eyes wide.
“The big one, Cal- what you are, if it’s goth or whatever- he matches,” she then capped off, while I was too stunned to reply. “You know it, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “Knew it from gym class. He hunted me down like a wolf.”
“Then to me the answer is pretty clear.” She dropped the bomb I had been hesitating on dropping myself. “You need to try it.”
“If only for my own sanity,” I finished. “I will decide today.” I held my backpack lightly to my chest. “I just need some kind of sign before I take the leap. I’m still convinced I’ll wind up on my ass, but there’s a pretty loud part of me that wants to try.” Nadine snorted a laugh.
“Well I can’t wait to give you my opinion. Might even ask if they have any friends for me.” Of course I figured she’d at least want to size the guys up. And hell, maybe they could set her up. I grinned.
“Think you could take on three?” There, she gave me a dramatic are you kidding me look.
“One is plenty,” she quipped.
By the time we got to school we didn’t have too long before first period, and she decided to walk me to class to get a peek at the trio. Yet, when we reached the classroom I didn’t see them. I looked around in the halls- there didn’t appear to be even a sign. My stomach dropped a little, but I tried to keep it cool.
“Guess they haven’t gotten here yet. I’ll tell you whatever happens later.” I hoped I didn’t look as awkward as I felt.
“Damn. Yeah, tell me later, and I have no doubt I’ll see them by the end of the day.” Neither one of us added the if they show up. We said goodbye, and she peeled off to head further down the hall. I entered the classroom, eyeing the empty desks where they sat yesterday with crushing disappointment. Still, something distracted me from that when I finally looked at my desk.
I stopped dead.
There on the flat tabletop, a little tower of gift-wrapped parcels waited for me. Beautiful heavy-quality foiled paper in thin, shining rainbow stripes with a big artful bow in blue ribbon binding them together. The whole thing was very neatly done, and there were three similarly-sized boxy gifts stacked on top of each other, from biggest to smallest on top. Side by side with the gorgeous packages was a big golden box- and that’s what broke me. I rushed forward, barely keeping in a squeal.
A large assortment of classic So Diva chocolates and truffles. 36 pieces! I could make those last for maybe a couple of weeks eating just two a day! I couldn’t resist picking up that box and just listening to it rattle with each one of my little chocolate beauties. Still holding it, I bounced between elation and humiliation that I was wigging out over candy so publicly. Furtively, I glanced around. I still didn’t catch a hair of any of the three, but they clearly had been there, and it became more and more obvious the class was watching, in stolen glances. I huffed.
Fuck it.
My stuff met the chair after I placed down the gold box, and then I turned my attention to the gifts. Peeling the ribbon away carefully, I laid it aside to keep it. Would like to see if I could keep some of the paper, too. Don’t know if it was just my magpie tendencies, but I loved wrapping paper, and they couldn’t have picked out a better pattern for me. How did they even know? Lucky guess?
Once the ribbon was gone, the individual ‘layers’ of the stack weren’t even stuck together, and I opted to start with the base. The bottom two packages were almost exactly the same size and shape, heavier and firm. I could tell by the hollow feeling on the side of each one what these were.
“What?” I uttered, shattering the silence. My fingers slitted into the taped-up end of the wrap. I popped the end and then the side. The first book fell into my hands in moments as I shucked the paper. “What?” A beautiful leatherbound classic edition- Borders’ version- all-black hardback with red script gilded into the cover- Dracula. “Oh!” The unabashed pleasure at seeing it swept me head to toe. I hugged the book to my chest and petted it, cooing in delight. When I let that book meet the desk, I slitted the paper on the next one even faster. Complete Tales and Poems of Poe! With gold filigree and writing. My ecstatic noises were getting louder.
The last one was clearly a paperback, larger size. When I tore it open, I gasped hard. The Complete Jack the Ripper, the very book I had borrowed from the library in ninth grade that launched my fascination for serial killers. I had a signed copy exactly like this one (with the black-and-red picture cover) at home, but it was already worn from reading and I definitely appreciated having a second copy so as not to destroy the signed one. By then I was breathless, stroking my new books with wild pleasure.
Sweetness and desire filled my body, and I was so fucking tired of fighting it back. I placed the books in a perfect stack on the upper-left corner of my desk, and tidied the paper. Then I stood, cocked my hip to the class at large at let them see the dynamic curves of my silhouette.
“So what did they do, come in snickering to themselves, drop the gifts, and rush out to watch from somewhere?” I let my volume fill the room and everyone jumped to alert.
The boy they’d been talking to yesterday to get my name (and apparently some details) was the one who finally met my eyes and answered me while everyone else just whispered or shrunk in their seats.
“Nailed it,” he said, stretching out at his desk. “Whatever happened with them yesterday, Jane, they’ve got it bad. No matter how you may feel about the rest of us, or how much you may doubt their sincerity, it’s the real thing.”
“Much to my chagrin I think you’re right,” I said dryly, crossing my arms under my chest. There I decided to lean in, as always. “They’ve decided to try and raze the thicket of briars that has grown around my tower. Even came at the job with a flamethrower, and got themselves an ‘in’. Let’s see if it all burns down around them before they find the blooms at the center.” I tossed my ass-length hair over my shoulder and cleared the space for myself to sit and wait. The class didn’t answer me directly, and I don’t know if I would’ve heard it if they did. When I was comfortable I leaned down to take the wreath out of my bag.
After carefully unwrapping it, I put it on by pushing it gently over my head and down, around my neck, then sweeping my hair through it. I pulled some tendrils back out at the front to frame my face and positioned it.
My crown was in place. If they truly wanted this haunted princess, when they saw it, they’d know I was willing to let them in.
***Randy
When we got to school the morning after, we made a beeline to the classroom early and were some of the first ones there. M placed our perfectly-wrapped gifts on her desk and we scouted the halls around the classroom door for the best vantage point. The main hall on either side was the likeliest path she’d blow in on, so we tucked ourselves close to a row of lockers down a branch hall and figured on using the crowd for additional cover.
Then we waited for our little mermaid to find the bait.
Five minutes passed. We were getting bored. Shifting spots as students came and went, until we finally spotted her. She appeared from the right, just as we had from the bus area/parking lot, and walked up to peer into the classroom. Our girl looked around, but didn’t investigate further down. She wasn’t alone.
“Is that the friend she mentioned?” Cal asked quietly. We were only about ten to fifteen feet away. Jane’s compatriot wore jeans and a mint-green sweater, and had shoulder-length dark hair with waves in it. She had a backpack and a heavier coat too.
We watched them talk and shrug- unable to hear due to the babble and shuffle around us- and they parted. Jane went into the classroom. The friend walked off to our left, and we moved the second Janey couldn’t see us. M went to stealth peek through the door, keeping watch, and my big bro and me went to head bestie off at the pass.
“Yo, wait up,” I said, scampering in front. The young lady stopped in surprise, and eyed me suspiciously.
“Who…? Wait, you’re one of them, aren’t you?” Then glancing to my friend- “Two of them, I should say.”
“So Jane told you?” My jock said. “Are you her best friend?”
“I’m Nadine, yeah,” she confirmed. The girl turned to glance back at the door where M stood, and the pretty boy waved.
“She’s opening them!” He hiss-whispered. “Princess looks so happy!” And he was squirming in place, hands closed up under his chin with a goofy grin.
“Sooooo what’s up?” Nadine asked us, lifting an eyebrow, wearing a slight smile.
“Well introductions, info, blessings, all that. I’m Randy. Big guy’s Cal-”
“And M Smith, I know,” she retorted. “Jane told me pretty much everything.” I lifted a hand with one finger up, about to ask. “Everything.” The emphasis registered.
“Ah,” I let out. “Well then. Guess we can skip right to the point.”
“We dropped a stack of books and chocolate on Jane’s desk,” big bro explained, thumbing over at the prince. M kept an eye on us and the girl. He’d probably start waving soon. “We know she’s a flight risk and thinks we’re going to abandon her at the slightest sign of a flaw, so we want to show her exactly how serious we are. That includes getting to know her closest friends. Would you mind hanging out for a chat sometime?”
“Wow,” she answered, impressed, putting a hand on her hip. “I mean, I was hoping to see your squad and size you up this morning after everything she told me in the car today, but you really blew my expectations out of the water. You’ve known her for a day but you act like it’s been years.” There was actually some awe there.
“Is that good?” I asked hopefully. “To be honest I think we kinda just got lucky. My boy here is good at reading people, and for reasons he just happens to get through her shell.”
“‘Lucky’, sure. Maybe that’s what it is.” Jane’s taller, slimmer friend lightly mused. “Call it that if you want, but sounds to me like you three have a shot because you’d never met her before. That and you all hit a set of things she loves, together. If would be hard for that girl to resist.”
“Oh?” This sparked my buddy immediately. Got me, too. It seemed Nadine was kind of on team trio. Cal kept rolling. “What do you mean? What way?” I knew why he asked. My boy needed clarity.
“Books, cartoon shows, chocolate, and sexy romance- they’re the gooey filling in Jane’s cake, to put a bow on it. She won’t ever let on that she’s wanted a fairy-tale love affair all her life to just anyone, and on top of that…” Nadine ran her eyes up and down my huge best friend. She smirked. “Seems there’s something you boys discovered on your own that no one knew about. Which means if you wanna get the girl, well, you just gotta keep doing what you were doing.”
“I have got to say, this is a surprise,” I responded cautiously. “We know we came on strong and fast.” M was frantically waving us down, pointing toward the door. I held my hand up to acknowledge him.
“If Jane told you what we did with her yesterday…” Cal held out an open palm and popped his shoulder. “I know it probably sounded scary. Seems like she can’t accept affection.” I could tell his mind had been working on this since yesterday. “She’s so consumed by her fear of being ‘too much’ for anyone to desire that she refuses to even consider the possibility. Hence why we had to” (he cleared his throat) “show her we were serious.” My friend was trying to be gentle about it, but the three of us knew without a doubt that what we did to the girl yesterday was aggressive, to say the least. We made her take our hands, mouths, and tongues until she came. Three times.
“No kidding,” the girl answered in a snap. “It was risky as hell, and let me tell you, I did ask if she felt pressured or anything like that. She said no. So long as she’s safe and happy, you have no reason to think I’d stand in the way.”
“That’s a huge relief,” I told her.
“Actually, we were hoping to go further and get to know you alongside Jane,” Cal said diplomatically. We did mean that, too.
“Well sure, I guess,” she answered. “Whatever you want to do. Maybe we can all hang out at lunch or after school or something.”
“Sounds perfect!” Cal was reaching out to offer a handshake, while M was finally jumping up and down in place waving his arms.
He ultimately ran over. “Hey,” he said breathlessly. “I’m M Smith, nice to meet you. You’re Jane’s friend?”
“Nadine,” she supplied. “Damn, you are every bit as gorgeous up close as you are from a distance,” she quipped. M beamed.
“Aren’t you sweet,” he preened, clearly flattered. Nadine took Cal’s hand, and when offered, M’s. I finished the round. “I get the feeling we’ve got your blessing to go after your gal?”
“Sure, let’s call it that. I’ve got to run, but if you’re serious about getting to know me too, then we’ll make arrangements. Also, if you’ve got any hot friends to bring along so I’m not a fifth wheel, I wouldn’t object.”
We all laughed.
“Ooh, consider it done,” M squealed. “We’ll get some details later and see who we might know. Are you in for a standard one dude?”
“Yeah,” she chuckled back. “Just one is about all I want to handle. Better Jane with you than me.” Seemed we had a friend on our side.
We traded goodbyes. Jane’s bestie finally took an exit, leaving us with a precious few minutes to actually enter the classroom and talk to Jane. M was practically foaming at the mouth by then, so we booked it.
There she was, reading at her desk, a crown of flowers in her hair. Shit… that was the sign! I almost tripped walking in the door. This is probably what M had been jumping up and down for.
The nerdy dirty girl was going to be ours.
***M
A floral wreath in her long locks, and God she looked beautiful today! The velvet skirt, the tight blouse- that fucking statement necklace of silver dripping with red stones… I was salivating before we even crammed ourselves through the doorway.
“This means we can touch her now, right?” Cal asked, his voice raspy. “No holding back? No dancing around?” He was almost twitching, his hand raising at his side and flexing like he couldn’t control it.
“Let’s not go too hog-wild,” I said calmly, pausing to give my knuckles a light crack. “We still need to woo her, ‘gentle’ her to our touch. But this means we have the chance, and that’s our real victory.” Our trio came into formation, and the silence fell while everyone held their breath. We entered, sweeping directly toward Jane who predictably was absorbed in a book. The book we gave her, of Edgar Allen Poe.
One by one we flanked her desk and made ourselves known.
I stepped in front of her first. Randy took my left side, Cal my right. She stirred in her chair, not looking up right away, teasing us with her coyness. Instead her head dipped lower, brow reddening, as she marked her page with a scrap of paper.
When her eyes finally lifted, the three of us were hit with it (I know because I asked my bros later). The person finally staring us down wasn’t the same shy girl we’d broken open the day before. I felt myself shiver. She was burning from within, affection at the center of the glow on her cheeks.
My idea was triumphant, and my princess was at the balcony, offering her hair to let me in.
“Well hello boys,” she purred, conducting herself with new confidence. Maybe not ‘confidence’ per se, but renewal…? Awakening? “You found yourself a cunning little strategy here.” She tapped her brand-new books. Then the box of chocolates. “This… wasn’t a gift given on a lark. You observed. You researched.” Casually, Jane slid the paperback on that gruesome serial killer toward herself, then plucked it to her chest. “To find out the title of this, you had to go checking the damn library downstairs. That’s not something three guys chasing a bit of tail or pulling a joke would do, or even fucking care about.”
Passion- so much passion¬ on her face, in her voice. Unleashed by us, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair and kiss her right there and then.
“No one’s truly tried to pry into me in this way- learn my dark little secrets and fulfill the ache inside me. I thought it would take someone far more brutal and twisted to do that. Certainly not the most popular boy in school.” She met my eyes, and though she clearly knew who I am was not twisted at all, she wasn’t disappointed with me… I saw pure awe shining in those hazel depths. “Yet I will have that too, because you’re the deeply romantic prince I always dreamed would ride in to sweep me away, and you’ve brought your two most ferocious knights alongside.” My friends grinned savagely- in an eerily similar way- as she waved a hand at them. “Yesterday, you guys blew a dam wide open and everything I’ve been suppressing for so long is tumbling out into a powerful fucking waterfall, and I can’t turn that around. Whether I like it or not it is happening, which means that right now my best chance of surviving it is you.”
The next words out of her mouth floored me.
“You three crazy, incredible men who schtupped me silly yesterday with only your hands and mouths.”
An audible gasp went up around the room because Jane was not holding herself back anymore. Shit, no fucking wonder she stayed clammed up tight all the time! She was a lust goddess in the middle of a suburban high school, and nobody in our first period class was expecting what she was about to show them.
The girl stood up, climbed into her chair, and took it even further.
“I’ve never shown anyone the truest me. The wench that burns with passion and prose; the weird, wild warrior princess I am who would roam a Scottish moor in a Victorian gown with a Claymore on my back. These three brave souls think they can keep up with me and tame my fiercest desires.”
Her hands moved as she spoke, gliding and posing with distinct flourish on each word. The entire speech felt like a role she was born to play, but it wasn’t an act. She was appearing as herself for the first time, with a carefully chosen outfit (those hot fucking boots, I saw them underneath), all movement and words spoken delivering a completer picture of who Jane was.
“They pursued me, caught me, proved themselves in wicked ways upon my wanton virgin body, and here they stand, bearing gifts that speak to the core of my soul. What do you think, Smithfield seniors? Do these boys deserve a pretty little strange maiden in their arms, warming their beds?”
What. The. Hell? The entire atmosphere in the room had turned palpably sexual, and after a quick inspection, there wasn’t a single face that wasn’t bright red. Several of our fellow male specimens were hunched over, discreetly hiding themselves below their desks. Including Nick, the one who told us everything we started with yesterday- and apparently that he was one of her crushed crushers. He had one hand over his mouth and a strained expression on his forehead.
“Fucking hell, yes,” a voice cried out from the back of the room opposite us. Girls were straight-up fanning themselves throughout the seats.
“I’m so jealous,” one of them said to her friend as she tugged on her shirt collar.
“If they don’t, can I have a chance?” Another dude’s voice piped up, behind us, and Jane snorted.
“If only you’d spoken up yesterday, before I tasted true pleasure and the lips of these three young men.” Her retort was dryly sarcastic, and it made me laugh. She then swept out in a wide gesture with both arms. “The audience has spoken! Guess you win, boys. I will go out with you.” Jane began to step down, and Cal immediately scooped her up, spun in place with a feral smile on his mouth and his forehead touching hers, while some confused but enthusiastic applause started up. She squealed, and he wound up putting her on her feet in front of me.
“I know none of you would have predicted my- our- interest in someone who openly defies high school social conventions, but here we are. I knew when I beheld my princess that I would recognize her, and I do.” I punctuated my own declaration to the classroom by once more taking Jane’s hand and kissing her knuckles, but this time I didn’t stop there. I remembered the Addams Family films of the early 90s well, so I went full Gomez. Kissed up the length of her arm with unhinged abandon, ending at her throat so I could claim her mouth.
I kissed her feverishly and barely even heard the hoots arising around us.
After I left her gasping from my lips and tongue, I broke my embrace and twirled her to Randy. My perpetually-underestimated nerdy friend reached to stroke the necklace at her throat while he looked her over, smirking, and finally pulled her head toward him for his lip-lock. The class was overcome, witnessing the very public claiming for our trio on this momentous day. Jane’s entire presence had changed, too, and it was affecting everyone. Definitely something we were going to have to explore later.
When Randy was done ravishing her mouth like the dirty fucker he is, he grabbed the back of our girl’s neck and shoved her to Cal, who took two strides forward before snaking his arm aggressively around Jane’s back to pull her in. He wasted no time dipping her backwards, possessing her mouth. That kiss was not chaste, and the way he trapped her in his arms was not subtle.
The heat in that classroom turned up a couple notches. Jane clawed at the tall jock’s back, and when he finally let her stand back up, her legs were shaking.
“This little minx is ours,” he finally growled, holding her by the hair. “You look incredibly sexy, Jane. I like you in black and red. I like you in flowers and tight fabrics.”
“I like the slit up the leg right here,” Randy tacked on, driving a hand straight into it. Jane gave a rather fey little laugh.
“As bold as I know you are and want you to be, I don’t think getting into my panties in the middle of the classroom in front of all these people is wise,” our love-dove stated flatly. “Let’s start simple.”
“Oh I agree,” I purred, nuzzling closer. “We’ll take turns driving you wild until you’re ready for everything we can do to you. And I mean everything.”
“All the filthy things you’ve ever wanted or dreamed, and then all the filthy things we’ve ever wanted or dreamed,” Randy hissed close to her ear. Jane shivered in my hands.
“Guess we’ll see which side has the dirtiest desires and the most stamina,” she whispered back, raising her eyebrows daringly at us. “I don’t know where my perversion ends. I don’t know how much it will take to satisfy me. You boys just might be enough…” She trailed off, blushing, and I don’t think any of us had to hear the end of the sentence. Still thought she was too much.
“We’re going to try,” I murmured, leaning down to nuzzle my nose to hers and to run my fingers through the fall of her mane. The way I’d been longing to do since I saw it fall free from her hood.
“We can’t hear you anymore!” Some rude jerk called over, making the class laugh. Jane snorted.
“I may have shown you a sliver of my true self today, but I’m not letting it all become public news,” she quipped right back. “You lot couldn’t handle all this.” She gestured to her curves, and fuck they were incredible in that outfit. The swell of hips and thighs, the generous overflowing-palmful breasts… a dip in at the waist. So perfectly beautiful. Without another word the girl flounced to her desk and prepared herself for class. We did not have much time left, and we all snickered as we headed to our own seats.
Once we settled into our planned formation surrounding Jane’s seat, Nick cleared his throat and made a quick pssst noise to get our attention. We turned, and saw the guy with his lower half still carefully concealed below his desk, the expression in his eyes glittering in shock and heat.
“What the hell was that?” He mouthed at us without breaking the noise level of a susurrus. The three of us exchanged a quick look, and then refocused on him to return a big, mutual, shrug.
“Not sure yet, ” my bro overly pronounced in a bare scratch of voice back. “Why? Want to feel it again? ” Nick’s face went red, and for a long pause he had no response. Then it seemed to dawn- the answer he’d been seriously pondering.
“I need to understand it,” came the lipped reply. “She just about killed me right there. I’m so…” he circled hands in front of himself, his expression really knocked for a loop. “I missed out, fuck me! ” Then he palmed his face, and we all gave a sympathetic smile.
“Sorry man,” I mouthed with real regret. Not too much. “Dibs.”
Still, I noticed the look on my buddy Cal’s face. A hard stare, mouth hidden now behind his hands, and something ticking away in his mind. He wanted our girl ferociously, but maybe seeing others want her too fired another part of his drive into action. He assessed Nick in that exchange closely, and nodded along, weighing his perspective.
Didn’t know wooing this girl was going to open up so many possibilities, but damn, we weren’t going to be bored in the entire pursuit.
Fuck… I was in love.
***Jane
So, I’d done it. I’d given in to my desperate, keening, unhinged libido, the lustful eldritch demon that secretly lived inside me. Hell, I was the lustful eldritch demon! Finally someone knew the truth, and it was actually such a massive relief to just have it out in the open. I felt… better. Lighter.
After the boys kissed me like they were dying without my taste, they quickly fell into formation as I slid into my chair. Cal took the desk behind me, and his bros took seats to match us on the left. M next to Cal, behind Randy, leaving Randy next to me. The jock was so damn tall his legs practically enclosed me, and I think that was by design. The not-quite-man-not-quite-boy wanted me to feel caged by him, and I did. In a very good way.
The humid air lingering from the blaze of my sexual ‘coming out’ dissipated as I returned to my closed-off self, fiddling with my books. The teacher entered moments later and the entire class then had to sit with everything they’d seen.
If this was going to happen- and it was- then I had to take my place as the bawdy wench I know I am. I had to own the whole thing so it couldn’t be used against me. It was the only way.
I do admit that first class period was fuzzy in my brain as Ms. Terra introduced our opening novel (Pride and Prejudice) because I was too busy dreaming of things “good” girls weren’t supposed to do. I’d seen their dicks yesterday and I was trying not to drool thinking about seeing them again… plus tasting them, touching them, stroking them, and finally taking them all inside my body. My head buzzed with the possibilities; what would the fairest way to do it be? Smallest to largest, so each guy was guaranteed to get a decent shot? Fuck, what was this gonna do to my pussy??
My head was spinning as the books were passed out and I cracked my worn paperback copy of the Jane Austen novel, our teacher giving us a bit of background on the Regency era she lived and wrote in. Pre-Victorian, marked by the French, American and Industrial Revolutions- a time of turmoil yet opulence for the rising classes. England was warring with France too (shocking) as well as us, the colonials, all while the “mad king” George III passed his crown to his son the “Prince Regent”, hence the name of the era. The novel, we were told, was a classic of romantic proportions, timeless and lasting. I knew I’d like it, or at the least, could reasonably guess so.
M had even said I was like the main character Elizabeth Bennet, but as I explored the physical book I imagined myself more as Austen: Remembered for hundreds of years after her death for her great works of literature. So few yet so well-known and revered.
Yesterday had filled me with a tremendous calling to write; something I planned on doing quite feverishly in my notebooks during spare time.
My life is driven by two things. Two hungers, shall we say. One for words- books and TV/film, music, poetry- anything I could get my hands on to read, and of course, write. The singular dream I hold is to be a published author, hopefully with at least a modest following. I already knew I loved gothic, gritty horror that still had depth and well-written characters, but maybe there was something else bubbling to the surface too. Something tied to my other appetite.
I liked romance in my stories too. I liked the idea of characters that sought each other through all the darkness and gore and found what was worth living for. Love and sex (emphasis on the sex) were also driving forces in my soul. While I couldn’t say at all that I loved the three guys I suddenly found myself tied up with (I couldn’t even claim I’d crushed on any of the three), I definitely felt a massive, smouldering conflagration of pure desire building rapidly in me. That desire was an even stronger hunger than the first, if only because it wasn’t as easily sated.
Masturbation only gets a horny girl like me so far.
Now that need was fully unfurled inside my greedy greedy pussy, and it clamored for the inevitable filling I was going to experience. Just… how far could I let them take me? The three of them might all be planning on going to different colleges for all I knew, and if I let them fuck me, how was I supposed to wait? If I followed one of them to some campus, what about the others? I didn’t even know what the hell I wanted to do beyond high school that wasn’t writing, and there was a lot of pressure on me to go to college already. I’d be the first kid in my family to get a degree and that’s exactly the message coming at me on all sides. Get a degree, get a degree, get a degree- as though I had no future without one.
Guess I’d have to talk to the guys about it, because it was too late to tell them “Nevermind! We’re all going to get split up next year anyway” and just expect them to walk away without my virginity.
But if they stuck their cocks in me…
I might’ve told them how much I wanted to fuck, but there were a lot of things I haven’t told them about how. Should I risk it? Should I let them claim my cunt despite the very real possibility that they weren’t my forever? Shit, was I already thinking about that, despite knowing them for a single fucking… day?
I shook my head and stared down at my book. Thinking too much and too heavily again. What I wouldn’t have given for one of their mouths on my pussy right then, making me forget everything. Even if I didn’t have the whole answer, there was an undeniable truth. I wanted these guys to own my cunt, and I wanted it recklessly, no matter what the price.
Tongues and fingers inside me. Lips sucking my nipples and clit, the taste of male sweat and skin as I swallowed down all of them for the first time…
I wanted it all, and then more. Always, more. Until I was so overloaded on what they could do to me that I wouldn’t have cared if all three of them tied me down in the football field during a pep rally and fucked me senseless before the entire student body and faculty.
I squirmed in my chair and stole a glance to the side, where I saw two smugly smiling boys watching me closely. A quick peek behind me revealed the big guy’s focused stare, and his left leg twitched as though he wanted to reach out and touch me with it but was holding back mightily. I know I made a startled face as my cheeks heated; I looked away quickly.
Thought I heard a suppressed chuckle.
The minutes I spent burning, unsatisfied, dragged on while I tried to distract myself from the question of when they’d make me feel pleasure again. I wanted it so badly, and I had vastly under-anticipated the way being in their presence again would make me feel. It was like I was short-circuiting, my empty core spasming in painful need as the urges grew stronger over the period. Shit, how the hell was I supposed to deal with this? When besides stolen moments was I going to be able to get my fill of them?
It was a long period. To deal with the building ache in my cunt, I let my mind wander onto the page, building a scene that had come to life inside my body, shaken loose by those three kisses and my own display of unrestrained lust.
…So the brave warrior scaled the tower, entering a room wherein the slumbering maid lay, her repose sweet. Many tables stood, bearing a glittering array of keys. So many! They must have been placed for the purpose of freeing the fair one. Out of the shadows stepped a guardian- one who was honor-bound to aid the bewitched lass’ deliverer.
“You’ve come so far to free the trapped maiden from enchantment, but beware, hero! To rouse her, you must use the proper key, for only one unlocks her greatest treasure. You cannot discover it, or waken the maiden, without knowing what it is.”
During the quest to her tower, the man had solved many riddles to discover the truth. Gold and silver were not the gains he sought, nor were jewels or fine goods. The sleeping lady was his only desire.
“She herself is her greatest treasure,” that deep tempting voice boomed, driven with the need to pursue and claim his dearly-sought spoil, “And the key to her freedom has been part of me the entire quest.” The strapping lad climbed into the bed on which she slept, parting the maid’s honey-kissed thighs as he unsheathed himself and eased into the rosy cleft beheld glistening in the candle-light. He mounted her, and pressed deep; she came to life with a soft sigh and a gasp of shock, but when her dazed eyes cleared, beholding him and his looming form buried to the hilt in her quivering core, she smiled.
Love poured out within her dreamy gaze and parted, plumping lips.
I felt my juices pour into my panties and almost wept.
***Cal
By making her acceptance of us very public and very honest, Jane had laid down a hand of Aces. If the popular boys were going to show the entire school they were a three-man tag team, Jane had to one up us and show herself to be the creature of lust that could take all of that attention. She had to prove she was worthy, and that meant revealing the face she’d hidden from the world. The entire classroom saw it and felt it when she told them exactly what happened between us yesterday.
None of us had expected her to say that shit out loud!
Well fuck. No wonder Nick was suddenly awkwardly waiting for a boner to go down, along with half the class, including myself. It was all a giant dare- Jane actively demonstrating the side of her that feared rejection, showing us exactly what we had to accept in order to keep her. It would have been the same for anyone she might’ve dated, but probably a lot less public. And possibly… not even this overtly sexual?
We’d taken risks, touching this girl. Offered pleasure first and foremost instead of demanding it. I would bet the hecklers popping in with the commentary during her speech wouldn’t do things right; they were interested in getting into her panties but not for her. Jane turned on an entire class with a bold display, and some of those students we sat with now would have pumped and dumped her without a glance back. That’s what I thought Jane feared most, and it was what I wanted to prove to her was not my goal.
Or my friends’ goal, either.
But, Nick (and all other secret admirers) represented a third factor at play here. What about the past and current crushers that we’d knocked aside in taking our chance? We did lay claim in less than a day. Less than an hour to be more accurate. Anyone in that category would be more likely to want Jane for who she was, and would work toward an actual decent relationship with her- or would have. If all it took to reignite Nick’s interest was the perplexing chick showing her sultry side for the first time, then I had myself a slight conundrum.
Knowing the guy behind me was hard for her right now, cursing himself for never taking a chance made me feel so much more powerful. He wanted the girl I’d claimed for my trio, and even though I was jealous about it just yesterday (before taking her mouth and starting to make my mark on her pussy), today I had the urge to show him exactly what he was missing. Maybe let him taste… touch… even fuck her one day, only to watch me make the last move, reclaiming Jane’s cunt with my cock.
Fucking hell, so much stuff boiling up in me. Stuff I had no idea was there. What would Jane think if she knew what was going on in my head? Could it be possible that I would be too much for her?
I had to hide a savage smile in my arms as I slouched forward, holding open my loaned copy of the book we were starting. For all her talk and fear about being more than we could handle, the irony would be ridiculous if she blanched at my desires. Somehow, though, I doubted she would.
Because we already uncovered all these layers to her personality, and because she just told an entire class we licked her and finger-fucked her. I mean, who the fuck aired that so easily? Especially a girl who could barely tell us her needs the day before?
My palm twitched against the desk.
That nice round ass of hers, curving outward only partially hidden by the chair, was tempting me. If Randy had annoyed me blowing up our spot yesterday, Jane actually announcing what we’d done to her in secret was making me want to punish her. A smack or five or ten on the ass for riling up the entire class with our private explorations.
Too bad I couldn’t haul her over my lap in front of them and give her a taste of the same humiliation.
Fuck, I was never going to make it through this class. I wanted to be able to sit that deliciously nuts, frustratingly sexy vixen right on my dick. Bounce her on it, covering her mouth while she screamed as I speared her insides and took a cunt for my own for the first time.
Goddamn, that heat and wetness on my fingers alone had undone me, and I had no clue how that was going to feel wrapped around my erection. I wanted it so bad, and today our sixth period gym class was on the off day (gym was alternating). That meant she had a study hall instead. Apparently not the same one I did, because I would have noticed her- but a mutual period off class together meant we could spend it together. I had so many things to ask, and even just pulling her to the library for it would do.
It was going to take every ounce of willpower not to pull her into a secluded bathroom and get under that velvet skirt, fucking her like every instinct in me was screaming to do. It wouldn’t be fair to my bros, for one- and Jane needed so much more time to get to a place where I might be able to dig in and actually explore this freaky shit I kept finding. How could I fucking tell her I wanted to unleash myself in her tight little pussy, marking her with my cum and making her spasm while I buried myself as deep as I could possibly go?
…But then again, she was probably terrified to tell me the same.
I breathed. Slowly, in and out. My dick was still half-hard, and it wasn’t going to go down if I kept thinking about taking her. Didn’t help that she seemed so tense, body tight and trembling. I was only just starting to understand how badly she wanted the relief we could give her, and I couldn’t risk scaring her off.
Ironic. She was so afraid we’d grow disgusted with her, but she had no idea how petrified I was to see actual fear for me in her eyes. Didn’t stop me from wanting to devour her alive, and that was the problem. Urges I couldn’t escape just kept piling up, and I had to know how far she wanted to go herself. Whatever barriers were still in the way of telling us all those things she couldn’t confess, I had to break them down.
First step: I wanted her class schedule. So I wrote a note demanding as much, with nine blanks slashed down the length of a piece of binder paper. Labeled neatly, I had already filled in first, sixth, seventh, and ninth. It was convenient that each of us had her alone at some point in the day, as we planned on sharing her to begin with. Next to sixth, I scrawled “Meet me in library today” and circled it so she knew this was not a casual request. It was a fucking order and I would not be disobeyed.
I folded the paper up and leaned forward. My reach allowed me to easily caress the back of her neck, making her start, and I heard a little suppressed gasp strangle in her throat. I then slid the folded paper into the back of her blouse. Jane’s hand quickly and quietly reached for it, and she stole a heated glance back at me.
I watched her read it. I saw her lean down and spend a couple minutes filling it out. More movement indicated she was folding it back up, and she then shifted in her chair. A casual stretching motion seemed natural as her ass scooted forward and her back pressed to her chair, and I saw her hand slide the white paper square into her neckline once more.
After a couple minutes, I went back in for it while the teacher wasn’t looking.
Jane shivered under the graze of my touch as I scooped my note back out and took it to the desk. Once I unfolded it, I read it over as fast as my brain could process the words.
Second period- College-level French. M would take some interest in that. Third was Advanced Acting, which didn’t surprise me, even if Jane’s record only indicated the one play in her entire career at high school. Fourth- lunch, followed by a fifth period study hall. Interesting. So much of Jane’s time without commitment, particularly on off-gym days. Just when I had essentially the same chunk of time completely unoccupied.
My cock surged again, and I stifled a curse. I think I knew what she meant yesterday when she’d told us she might not have been able to leave without being fucked by us. All of us. I wanted her like I’d never wanted anyone, and I sat there barely able to read her damn answers without pure Neanderthal instinct urging me to get my dick in her. The only period I had left was eighth, and according to her answer: American Sign Language.
That was all I needed. Now I knew where her time was spent daily, and could plan accordingly. First was taking up that huge chunk of time she’d have available today. I tore her class schedule off the piece of paper and jotted down another note. I have a fourth period study hall and the guys and I have fifth period lunch. All three of those unoccupied periods- off-day from gym included- you’re mine. The real work begins here, babe. I want to show you exactly how much you mean to us. Let me. Let US.
After I passed her that note- still sliding them into the back of her top and against that delightfully sensitive neck- I watched her read it and then squirm in her seat. Fuck, she was aroused, and I’d just created tension by building anticipation. Something curled upward in me, catching in my balls and my chest. The effect I had on her was intoxicating. I wanted more.
Jane was unable to stop wiggling or fidgeting as I watched her write out a response, and she put that note back into her neckline (sweeping her hair and the ribbons on her wreath away from her nape) with a shaky hand.
When I read the note her writing was shaky too.
Oh… okay. Meeting at the library?
Study halls and lunches allowed you to sign out to pursue something else, like lessons, club activities, a trip to the library, and shit like that. It was the perfect cover to sneak her away.
I grinned at her note, stifling a chuckle. So little but so much at the same time. She didn’t want to let on how badly she was aching. If anything like yesterday, that is- it was quite possibly even more intense. I did plan on starting my next round of the climaxes we’d promised her, and by the time we had lunch, I knew the guys would be dying to chip in as well. Then we’d be halfway done with our introductory round.
Only then would we start getting down and dirty ourselves without her direct request. Until then, if she wanted something, she’d have to voice it.
I scribbled my response and passed it back.
Where’s your study hall? I’ll grab you there. I can’t wait another second longer than that.
Her reply, when she sent it, trembling even harder, was simple.
Cafeteria D.
That set my course in stone. This girl was a strange mix of bold and blushing. Wild and restrained. So perfectly created for three bros at once.
All I had to do was wait.
I sat back in my chair, book in hand as the teacher read, and followed along as the back of my mind boiled with ideas. The only question was where to take her for some decent privacy. It was a mild winter but still winter, so most outdoor areas would be too chilly. The library wasn’t that big or secluded. The only place we might not be found was round about the auditorium and that tiny back niche. Worth investigating.
I wanted up that skirt to taste her pussy again, and I wanted to take my time eating her for lunch.
***Randy
Cal was passing notes to our girl and staring at the back of her head through the entire class period, and I could tell by his twitchy posture something was up. I couldn’t fully assess the situation from the quick side glances I could catch. Instead, I tried to parse the language of the novel we were starting the class with. Anything this old-fashioned always looked like total gibberish to me. It was so overly fancy and prissy. Watching adaptations of this book with M, I still couldn’t get into it at all.
Even knowing that Jane had been in Shakespeare last semester didn’t make me feel like I’d missed out. Not too much.
Best I could tell about Pride and Prejudice so far was that marriage would be a big focus of the story. I guess in the early 1800s if you have five daughters about all you could do was marry them off. Yikes, depressing when you remember it was because women had no fucking rights. And this was a romance? I wanted to hang my head and scream.
At least I had M to get me through the whole thing, and now Janey too. Plus, none of us had actually peeked through that murderer true crime book we bought her. We wanted her to show us the picture that she’d flashed Jeffrey.
After class, before we parted. Definitely. Plus we’d see what Cal was cooking up.
I leaned my chin on my hand and listened to our teacher read, observing Jane out the side of my vision. She was turning fucking pages, way faster than Ms. Terra was reading, and my ears caught M behind me, humming under his breath happily as he did the same damn thing. I couldn’t help grinning. So much in this girl, and all of us could have a big slice.
Class finally ended, and after the bell rang Jane stood up to gather her things, including the chocolate and books. M darted in to snatch the stack and hold them for her, smiling brightly. I reached over and took the Ripper book from the top.
“Before we walk you to class or whatever sappy cliché thing we’re doing,” I snarked, “I want to see the picture, babe.”
“What, the post-mortem photo?” She blinked in shock. “You mean you didn’t immediately look at it when you bought the book?”
“No, none of us did. We figured you should show us… and tell us what we’re looking at as we do.” Cal rumbled, giving M a glance, sidling him closer.
“Yeah me too,” M half-joked. I knew he was putting himself forward to face Jane exactly as she was, and that accepting her darker pieces was part of truly loving her. He didn’t have to find her slightly crazy inner self hot to accept it was in there. Me and Cal both found it plenty hot, and I knew it. Big guy wouldn’t have been interested without some edges, and I knew it even before he did. Had to be fair for us all, didn’t it?
Jane shrugged. I felt the façade slip further.
“Alright. You boys want to see?” She took the book I offered and flipped into the middle, where a series of glossy pages held the included photos. It was toward the end of the photos included, black and white, a little fuzzy. Lessened the gore impact somewhat.
“Can… I take a look?” A voice cause Jane to turn around and face Nick, her eyebrows shooting upward in surprise. “I’m the guy who told them about Spirano. I wanted to see what freaked him out so bad for myself.”
Our girl passed a calculating stare over him and I saw him lick his lips nervously, shifting from foot to foot.
“So everyone is getting bold enough to approach the senior class’s queen of freaks now, eh?” She snarked, holding the book partially closed over her fingers. “You sure you want to see? If these three don’t want me to hold back on who and what I am anymore, then I’m not going to. I’ll only get weirder and darker and crazier, and if you can’t handle that, then it’s in your best interest to walk away now, before you can’t unsee what I’ll show you.” Nick swallowed visibly but steadied himself too.
“Don’t we owe you that much?” He asked. “You’ve hidden yourself away because no one accepted you, and the only way to make up for that is to try. If I can’t handle it, I walk away and leave you in the arms of the ones who can.” He jerked his head at us, and I watched a slight flare go up in Jane’s eyes and on her cheeks. She cocked her head to one side and gave Nick an even more thorough assessment. Ultimately, she nodded.
“Alright. Your call.” The book came open in her hands and I got my first good look at the photo.
“Huh,” I let out a breath. “It’s not as… obviously gory as I thought it would be.”
“I chalk that up to the photographic technology at the time,” Jane stated. The picture showed a body, reclining in a bed, and we all crowded closer to get a better look. It was a haunting scene- the woman’s face was all but annihilated. The body was covered in dark stains that were obviously blood, but it was all black and white. Not as striking as they might have been in color. One arm was curled over her stomach and one leg showed just bone where there should have been… you know, a leg. It wasn’t pretty, and obviously a dead woman. M looked pale but shook his head more in sympathy, I thought, than disgust.
“What did he do to her?” My giant friend asked, looking over the photo with the same analytical thoroughness he usually had.
“Mary Jane Kelly was the last of the Ripper’s canonical victims,” Jane began, smirking at one corner of her mouth. “She was the only one found indoors, which meant that the killer had hours undisturbed to work on her body. Her throat was cut, like the former victims, but so severely she was nearly decapitated. Large portions of skin and muscle- including her breasts, the flesh of her abdomen, and the thigh you see there- were stripped completely away. Organs were yanked or cut out, and staged on and around the corpse. Her heart was missing altogether. He even pushed her hand into her slit-open stomach and disfigured her face completely. Surprisingly, he left the eyes, which may have been in defiance of a belief that they could capture the final sight before death and thus implicate the murderer. It’s one of the few features left intact to identify her.”
“No wonder Jeffrey stopped fucking with you,” I chuckled. “This would put anybody off their shit real quick.”
“Oh yeah, absolutely,” Nick agreed kinda queasily. “A little scared straight sort of thing.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get why you are interested in this kind of… true crime, sweetie, but I have to give you some props for outwitting a guy who thought he could disgust you.” M stroked her cheek, taking his focus away from the grisly image. “It’s fairly stomach-turning.”
“I knew about the case but not the details,” Cal told us. “I mean, wow. This guy must’ve hated women.”
“Most likely,” Jane noted. “There’s a ton of theories, including that one of the princes was the killer, taking revenge on the ‘soiled doves’ who gave him syphilis. My personal favorite is that a notorious American serial killer called H.H. Holmes was the Ripper, on vacation in England at the time. Now that guy was said to have built an entire maze of madness generally referred to as the ‘murder castle’, where he massacred hundreds in cruel tortures and experiments. Historically speaking, it was exaggerated and sensationalized of course, but makes for a great macabre tale.”
“Who are you?” Our tagalong finally broke, looking at Jane with fresh eyes. The veil lifted, as they say. She didn’t even miss a beat.
“I’m a fucking weirdo, dude. Don’t ask me to explain it, because I can’t. It’s just… how I am.”
“You’re like a flower that blooms at night, Jane,” M told her softly, closing the book as her took it and added it to the stack in his arms. “Not everyone will get to see you at your most beautiful, but for those who make the effort, it’s an experience you don’t forget.”
Jane blushed hard, and it immediately highlighted her bewitching double nature. Oh yeah, she’ll talk about vicious historical murders at the drop of a hat, but turns red the second you compliment her beauty. An adorable fucking weakness I was going to exploit recklessly.
“Shit,” Nick cursed. He snapped up his things while shaking his head. “Just… damn. Goddamn.” Still shaking it as he started to leave. “This place isn’t gonna survive you four. Not in a million years.”
We all watched him hit the door, then moved ourselves. While M held her books with one arm, he offered her the other, and once she slung her backpack on as Cal took her cloak for her, she wrapped her black-clad arm around my bro’s. I stole the other one before our big guy could get it, but Cal fell smoothly into step behind us. We motored out the classroom door (a bit awkwardly going sideways through) and came out into the hall.
“What the hell was that?” Jane asked as we got into the bustle of the hall.
“You mean Nick?” Big bro asked. She nodded once. “Apparently curiosity killed the cat.”
“Well, satisfaction brought it back,” our girl mused, and she sounded as though that “diplomatic” answer of Calvin’s was sound.
“I’ve never heard that before; is that a thing?” M asked, happy to be moving on from mutilated corpse talk.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the second part of a complete phrase lot of people don’t know about- like, apparently- the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”
“Whoaaaaa,” I bugged when she said it. No, I hadn’t heard that one before, but as it sank in I decided how much I liked it.
“That entirely changes the meaning of that phrase,” the giant at my back said. “Huh.”
“Reminds me of us a little bit,” M tittered. “You two are my best friends and my brothers, despite a lack of shared blood. We are a covenant.”
Jane giggled, distracted now from possibly realizing how close she came to finding out another guy had a crush on her.
“Thought you might like that,” she purred.
As it turned out, Jane’s second period class was in the next hallway over, so dropping her there didn’t take too long or put any of us out of our way much. We kissed her, each one grabbing and tonguing her ferociously, if briefly. This time Cal went first, growling as he grabbed her and pressed her down the length of his body and devoured her alive. M got his next, twining his hands through her hair and breathing the clean, floral scent of her wreath. He passed her over with a twirl. I nipped her lip, sucked her tongue into my mouth hard, and subtly groped her ass and breast as I got my fill.
By the time we left her, she was panting and whimpering as our hands slipped away from her body.
“See… see you guys in a bit,” she hesitantly bid us goodbye before disappearing into her classroom with her stuff. I sighed dramatically and put my hand over my heart, so gleefully happy I couldn’t stop grinning.
“I think he was right,” I told my friends, checking out the bug-eyed stares from everyone in a fifteen-foot radius who’d seen us kiss her. “This place is gonna light up between Jane’s unleashed raw sexual magnetism and our response to it.” We started moving, but only to take the nearest exit into the main body of the school.
“We’re going to have to talk about that,” M replied, awe clearly in his voice. “Something happened in there. Jane caused a roomful of awkward erections and wet panties without hesitation. She fucking one-upped us from yesterday. She took the heat off by making us the heroes that slew the dragon. By the end of the week, we’ll be studs and she’ll be labeled a slut.”
“And I want to know how she feels about that,” Cal said darkly. “She did take the heat off us, and I don’t think it was an accident. She has to be the strangest one, and whenever she draws eyes it’s on her terms. That’s what she did back there. Now the spotlight is revealing what she wants everyone to see, and what she wants them to see-”
“Is an immensely sultry, sexually-charged young woman whose true self is so mighty she can bring them all to their knees,” the prince finished. “That they were better off not knowing who she really was.”
“Still trying to scare everybody off,” I nodded. “Including us, I would guess.”
“Oh yeah, she still wants control, and she might believe we’re into her now- keyword being now- but she thinks it’s not going to last. Ready to prove her wrong?” Cal posited.
“Fuck yeah,” I clapped him a low five as he offered one to each of us. M did too.
“You know I am,” the prettyboy chimed, and we parted when Cal told us we’d be seeing her for lunch today. I could deal with that. She could eat with us and enjoy her time. Just had to wait until I could eat her for the first time.
We’d find ways to keep it up.
***Jane
Taking refuge in college French was a godsend after first period, because I was shaking like a leaf. No matter how many times I found myself ‘performing’ in front of a crowd I got nervous. It usually made me tremble uncontrollably, but I fought through to deliver the lines I needed to keep going. This morning was no different. I’d be damned if I was just going to let the guys look like bloody champions for bagging the most elusive cryptid of Smithfield’s senior class. Nope, the entire school had to continue to see me as a dangerous freak they should stay away from in horrified awe.
Part of me still doubted the trio could stick it out. Sooner or later I’d fuck it up, they’d hate me, and that would be it. Probably would just be too much for M and I’d destroy his vision of their perfect princess. Since I wouldn’t want to break them up, I would have to let them all go.
Still, it sure looked like if we did get to full sex, I’d have some damn good memories to take with me. At least I had that.
French passed in a blur, and then I had Advanced Acting with another good friend, Hydie, plus two guys I already knew quite well. One I shared a mutual crush with, in middle school (before the bullying got so bad I couldn’t take it), and the other was that guy I’d dated the previous year who wanted me to blow him waaaaay before I was ready. Hell, I still didn’t feel ready, but the triple threat had already started showing me that might soon change.
If Andrew felt awkward about it, he didn’t show it too badly because we’d done scenes together. I stuck with Hydie, of course. She was my no-nonsense, floofy-haired pal from the improv club, with an extremely dry sense of humor and a ton of creativity, two years younger than I am. We first bonded over The Nightmare Before Christmas.
I had no idea how far the news of my new dating status had spread yet. The seniors seemed to be running with the gossip, but what about everybody else? Not a clue. Didn’t want to bring it up myself.
I did see Andrew and Jax kind of looking over every once in a while as I worked next to Hydie, keeping my head down. Our teacher, Mrs. Grant, began describing parameters for our next big assignment while we took down Christmas decorations from the classroom. I ignored the boys and stifled a sigh.
I made the choice to blow up my spot and nothing was going to be the same. Sooner or later they all would find out I went from running out on the three guys to going out with them, and I just had to be the one to shape the narrative.
That was my calling, after all.
I managed to get through that period without having to talk to two ex crushes, thought it was hard. Jax I didn’t think was going to badger me about it or anything, but Andrew had a stormy look on his face. At the time I broke up with him, I was spooked and told him my feelings just weren’t as strong as what he claimed regarding me. He seemed to take it okay, if disappointed, and now I’d be wondering if I’d broken his heart that badly even though we only dated two weeks and never got past making out. Couldn’t dwell on it, though.
Fourth period came, and I was even more nervous than before. Cal told me he’d scoop me up from the cafeteria, so I arrived as usual and waited. Lotte came in shortly after me and shot me a wicked smile indicating she knew, coming over minutes before the strapping jock walked in and spotted me at a table next to my friend.
“I see the rumors are true,” she chuckled, teasing me.
“Quick, tell me- what are the lower grades hearing?”
“Well, the juniors have a lot of the gossip, and my contacts in tenth and ninth have reported a lot less. But damn, girl, that boy is fine.” The crowd parted for Calvin, and he was on us far too fast for me to reply any further.
“Hey Jane,” my imposing seducer rumbled, bearing the promises of devilish pleasure in his eyes. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Lotte. She’s a grade behind and one of my oldest friends. Lotte, this is Calvin, aka Cal. One of the infamous three.”
“Hey hey,” she sassed him, wearing a Cheshire smile. “You got her to give in, way to go. Have fun with this little wildcat!”
Well I almost choked.
“Lotte,” I hissed as the tall, broad, hot-as-hell boy leaned down and clasped my shoulder to urge me to my feet.
“What?” She asked all coy in response. “You are wound way too tight, girlfriend. Let go, let goddess.”
“She is,” Calvin chuckled darkly. “I think she just needs to feel relaxed and safe, don’t you Jane?” His words were far more gentle and less laced with innuendo than Lotte’s, but their deep rumble did still set my insides on fire.
“You’re probably right,” my friend shrugged, her tone sobering. “Hmm.” She gave me an assessing look, and finally turned it onto Cal as I shrunk into his arm, clutching my stuff. Ultimately she nodded. “I think you’ll be good for her. She needs… steady.”
“I’m a fucking rock.” The big man grinned, taking my hand. Within moments he was sweeping me out the door (after I signed myself out as going to the library), and we set off down the quiet halls.
“Where are we really going?” I muttered, not quite sure of what to make of that little conversation between one of my closest friends and my new boyfriend back there.
“Somewhere private,” he told me silkily. “If it weren’t fucking late January I would take you off into the fields and eat you out in the grass so no one would hear you scream, but we’ll have to improvise.” He swept me down the hallway, past the library, back toward the auditorium and the hidden alcove they first laid claim to me in just yesterday afternoon. I sputtered at his words.
“You’re… you’re gonna eat me out?” I was so damn glad I shaved my legs last night.
“I’ve barely been able to think of anything else,” he growled, finally marching me into the back of the auditorium. No one was there, and the surrounding halls were quiet. It was not a high-traffic area. We’d barely gotten out of sight when he shoved me up against the wall and started kissing me, his tongue caressing the seam of my lips until I parted them on a moan, granting him entrance in dazed need. My wrists were pulled upward, my stuff hitting the floor as he pulled it away and set it aside. He pinned both arms to the wall and caged me there with his huge frame.
As he tongued me like he was trying to relocate my tonsils, I felt smothered and overwhelmed. At the same time, giving in was so freeing. I couldn’t escape his thick body, the hardness of him pressed into my side (from the way he had to lean down to kiss me), his hands pinning my wrists in place, or the smell of his anti-perspirant. I didn’t… I didn’t want to, either. I wanted to fall senseless in a heap and wake up with him inside me, using me, and I shivered hard when the idea took over my mind.
It was like a dream come true to feel this man put his hands on me and take what he wanted from my body. As he shifted his grip to capture both my wrists in one of his hands over my head, I couldn’t think about anything but him.
I wanted to feel his dick, even if it hurt. I would probably like it more if it hurt, if he really did make me bleed.
God what the fuck is wrong with me?
Cal’s free hand shot down as his mouth took mine relentlessly; I couldn’t even process what he was doing. Then he was up the slit of my velvet skirt, pushing the material with it. Before I could cry out, his fingers were in my panties and dipping into the absolutely dripping core of me. It was pure liquid. I felt the heavy flood find a route out of my labia and panties once his fingers pressed up inside, and he broke the hold on my mouth to curse in my ear.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jane, you are so wet,” he seethed. “It’s soaking my hand and running down my wrist!”
“‘M sorry,” I mumbled, pleasure-drunk and desperate as hell for an actual stroke inside, or on my clit. I was such a filthy whore, wasn’t I? How could I pretend to be so pure when my body betrayed just how badly I needed to be manhandled?
Shocking me from my dreamy stupor, Cal snarled as he dropped my wrists and instead grabbed my throat- not squeezing- with his left hand. It was a shock, but still incredibly arousing. It shouldn’t have been so hot! “Don’t fucking apologize for being this turned on for me,” he snapped, both hungry and maddened. I squeaked and felt a fresh surge of my arousal gush from me, around the still fingers buried in my cunt, and his cock lurched hard into my flesh. “Oh fuck,” he reacted gutturally. “Fuck fuck fucking hell you’re going to kill me. I will not make it to the first time you so much as touch my naked dick.”
“Ahh…” I gasped, as much turned on by what he was saying as what he was doing to my body. “Soon,” I managed to grit out. “I don’t care if you all… give me the twelve orgasms you said you were going to,” I panted. “I won’t last that long not touching you. I… I…”
His growl rose up against my neck as I spoke, and he sharply thrusted his fingers up into my heat, cramming me full of what felt like three. I almost shrieked out loud, taking the deep sensations of pleasure greedily, almost losing enough sense to beg him to ravage me and just take my virginity already.
But that would seal the contract, and I couldn’t have that happen, not knowing if they were going to keep me.
“That’s so much more than we would dare hope, Jane,” he said into my ear before nibbling my lobe.
“I’m just built like this,” I said breathlessly, echoing what I’d said to that guy Nick earlier. “I want all these things I can’t seem to confess…” Calvin’s hand shoved upward again, driving the sense out of me as he claimed my pleasure. God, it felt good to have him fill the aching empty hungry cavern in my body, and the fullness of what was usually a neglected secret felt so right. Even when he wasn’t moving inside me, just taking up that space, it was a completion. So perfect.
“I don’t care if you can’t say what they are yet,” he whispered, now building a slow rhythm with his fingers, “I have the feeling I’m going to want a lot of the same things. And this- this soaking, hot, clenching depth of you- is the greatest compliment I’ve ever gotten.” He shifted. His free hand joined the other under my skirt, and I felt the heat pulse harder as he began to stroke my clit.
“Fuck,” I squealed, burying my face in his chest.
“You’re going to come for me right here, right now, and then I’m probably going to do it again,” he warned, a deep growly edge on his words. “And then I’m going to take something I want.”
That ignited me so hard I felt myself clamp down on his fingers.
“Wh-what?” I croaked, feeling my knees buckle. He laughed, low and sinister, right in my ear.
“I’m going to fucking spank you, right over my lap, for that little stunt you pulled in first period.”
“S-s-sp-spank me?” I barely sputtered out, and my pussy couldn’t take it. The thought of his hand, slapping me hard- over and over, taking his ire out on my ass- I almost died right there. I felt myself swell and begin to spasm, and the slow deliberate stroke on my clitoris brought me higher as his answer knocked me right out of the park.
“Yesterday Randy gave everyone an impromptu announcement about us wanting you, and today you actually raised the stakes. For a girl who doesn’t want the spotlight on her, you sure demanded it this morning. Telling everybody we messed with you, making every single dick in that classroom salute you under the desks. I’d bet there were plenty of wet panties too.” (Shit, had I succeeded that well?! The heat in me overloaded and I started to come.) “We’ve barely gotten our hands on you, and there’s already other guys sniffing around for a taste of this sweet, tiny pussy.” I seethed, bucking in his hands, and my pleasure peaked hard around his driving digits. “Fuck,” Cal hissed. “You’re already cumming. Goddamn responsive, and you’re so perverted. You want me to spank you, don’t you? You like knowing you made a whole classroom cream themselves, don’t you, baby?”
I couldn’t get off the ride. It was not in my power. I came, pounding furiously on Calvin’s fingers, his gentle stroke carrying me through the crash. That was twice now, in the middle of school! The impact it had on me was staggering- like I was drugged. O sweet relief, being fingered and stroked into complete bonelessness underneath his heavy body…! I was incapable of speech as the waves crested inside me.
“Answer me, Jane,” my new boyfriend commanded, shoving his hand so deep into me I gasped out loud.
“Yessss,” I moaned through the delicious sensations pounding through my body. “Yes please spank me, Cal…”
“Oh God,” he groaned, low and thick. “Oh I’m gonna, you greedy little thing. I’m going to turn your ass red beneath that skirt for making me want to lock you away so no one can enjoy you but me and my friends.”
Fuck, what was he saying? Was he jealous? Did this have something to do with that guy Nick this morning?
“Right now I’m proving what I can and will do to you. My hands and mouth making you fall apart right here, where we could be caught any minute. Your body, my toy, however, whenever I want it. That’s what’s boiling up inside of me so damn fast, like I struck oil. Do you even want to deal with that, or whatever else I discover about my wants?” I gripped his hands, staring up at him. Tears sprang to the corners of my eyes.
“You have no idea how much,” I answered, choked. It was then my knees gave out and I sank downward, against the wall. Cal laughed and dropped to meet me in a smooth motion. Shortly thereafter, I found myself braced by his bulk, my legs draped over his shoulders with his head right up my skirt. All without even stopping his work! I was helpless to the feeling of him claiming my insides and he fucking knew it. He ramped it up, thrusting harder, making me wild by dragging his fingertips against that magic spot in my pussy.
“Please, please!” I cried out, strangling on pleasure. His mouth came down, latching onto my clit, and I had to cover my scream with both hands. Cal began sucking and licking me hard, giving me steady plunges with his three thick, amazing fingers. He knew now where my inner spots were, and hit them furiously. “Ohhh fuck Cal, I want to be your toy…”
He snickered into my twat, clearly pleased with my absolute abandonment of sense. I could no longer filter what I was saying through my usual hang-ups, and he reaped all the benefits.
“God, fuck I want this more than I want anything. Your body, your hands… mouth… kisses…” I was writhing against the wall, supported by his height and weight as though I were a doll to him. “Everything. Everything. Want… you to devour me…”
A sharp gust of hot air hit my pussy as Cal’s breath hitched. He didn’t stop though. No, he seemed to ramp it up, and I gave in, surrendering to him as he feasted on my slit. My world ceased to exist beyond the feelings centered in my core, and I just let him have me.
“Yes,” I choked, “oh fuck yes, yes! Right there!” The eruption was slow but immense. A long burning climb to the delicious little tickle that preceded my climax, and once I felt that, I knew I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to. He drew hard on my clit with his lips, greedily suckling and swallowing so loudly it had to be exaggeration on his part. He literally sounded like he was drinking my juices! Words were gone as I tipped over the edge. My cunt rippled hard, clenching down on Cal. Pleasure wracked my pussy with lightning pulses of pure sensation.
It was too much, and not enough. In my head I was screaming Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!! but I still couldn’t say it. His fingers were kind of doing that anyway, and if that was anything like how cock was going to feel, I would die happy. Felt so good, and my insatiable pussy just had to have more. I clawed at the shoulders keeping me off the ground and ground my hips into his face, chasing more. To his credit, he didn’t stop. Remembering the previous afternoon, no doubt. He already was learning what my body needed, and that realization sent another massive gush through me.
Cal growled as he worked me faster and faster, sparking an absolute firestorm in my blood. Shit, he was fucking me! Giving it to me the way I think he wanted to sink his cock all the way down, and the vague notion floated across my brain that if any one of them was going to be the one to break, it would be Cal. So far, the boy had demonstrated an almost feral level of desire to touch me, and his frantic finger-thrusting was a demonstration of how he intended to possess me.
Surely he couldn’t be content with just that?
Driven, he gave it to me until my ripples died and I was just lost in the euphoria of being rammed. Fucking hell, I had wondered for so long; who knew sex was going to feel like this? Like I was melting and exploding and losing my mind all at once? I was sobbing senselessly, riding his hand, by the time he eased me down the wall gently. The orgasm was long over, but he’d fingered me so well I was already dying for another one. My cunt felt swollen but demanded more. I didn’t think I could take more, and I was crying from release, but also out of frustration with my own libido.
He still didn’t break, and in my haziness I wondered how bad it was killing him to wait. I couldn’t ask, but I couldn’t really think right then anyway. Before I had any of my wits back about me, he hauled me straight over his stretched-out legs with my skirt still up and my panties down.
The first clap on my ass made me gasp in shock more than pain. It took a few seconds, but finally I processed the sensation- it was all heat and sting, and the noise reverberated in my head loud. I quickly buried my mouth in the extra fabric of my skirt to silence my cries. Cal kept going, bringing his open palm upward behind and above me, sometimes pausing for several seconds before bringing the slap down on my cheeks. Sometimes it was a rapid-fire series of spanks that he planted randomly across my backside.
It hurt, but didn’t hurt so much that I screamed or couldn’t take it. If anything, I felt like I could take more. I held on to my jock and let him do whatever he wished.
So many smacks (at medium power I would say), I lost count. His breathing was heavy and growly, his cock hard as steel under my soft body. I wanted it so bad, and wished it were between my legs instead of pressed into my lower belly and the top of my mound. I wanted more touch, more orgasms. I felt bad he was aching for release and I didn’t even try to give it to him. Something in me wanted to service him, even though I had literally zero experience and would have to be taught, or… trained.
Fuck, I wanted him to train me for his sexual needs. I burned with the mere thought.
The onslaught of spanks continued until my ass felt like it was glowing red with heat I could feel across the entire surface of my skin. He was no limper by the time he stopped, stroking my butt with his cool hand, cursing quietly under his breath. I hissed and seethed as he fondled me, inspecting his handiwork. My face was as hot as my ass by the time he straightened my clothes and pulled me to his chest. I went without a shred of fight.
“Fuck, Jane,” he muttered in my ear. “I fucking loved that.”
“Oh God, me too,” I blurted out, unable to process what just happened. “You spanking me, and…” I swallowed. “Is… is that what it’s going to be like?” I whispered, unable to find strength to speak louder. “Did you pop my cherry already? There’s no way I can still be a virgin after that.” Calvin chuckled in my ear; it was a wicked sound that sent shivers down my back as he held me. I was ragged in his embrace and 100% happy to not leave it.
“Not really how it works, Jane,” he answered, nose at my neck, and I swear I felt him inhaling me. “I imagine that when it’s my cock, it’ll be different. Even better, too. Driving inside you, feeling all that fucking heat on the most sensitive part of my body? Shit.” He nuzzled me. “All I’m hearing is that I did a damn good job. Not bad for my second try.”
“That was amazing,” I sighed, feeling like I could drift to sleep. “Fuck, if cock is better than that, good luck getting me off your lap in the future.” He laughed out loud, a sudden sound of mirth that startled me hard from my sleepiness, but he just squeezed me and let my ass brush up against his erection.
“I choose to take that as a challenge,” the boy rumbled, getting his clean(er) hand up into my hair so he could pull my unresisting head toward his mouth.
Oh hell, making out was never this good. He might’ve been a little clumsy at first, but the raw way his tongue possessed me was more than enough to make up for it. As we kept kissing, he got more finessed. I sucked his tongue into my mouth hard and pawed his body all over, and his groans told me exactly how much he liked it.
Somehow I wound up on the floor, flat on my back, Cal’s weight crushing me as my legs split apart to accommodate his frame. That meant my skirt was all the way up to my hips, and a massive thrill went through my body. I knew he was hard. Even if he just dipped in once, for a second, it would be enough. I panted harshly as he caged me against the floor and bent down to kiss me again, igniting every nerve ending I had… but he didn’t even attempt to take off his pants. Just ground himself against me beneath my skirt, creating some maddening friction that wasn’t enough to get me off again.
“I’m gonna try making you come like this sometime soon,” he promised, pulling off me long enough to speak without breaking his motion. “I don’t care how long it takes if I can make us both climax.” The seam of his fly caught me right where I needed it, and I moaned as he pressed hard into my vulva. “You’re going to fucking erupt with my cock sliding across your clit, between your pussy lips, so close to entering you, and I’m going to shoot my jizz all over your cunt. All over your clit, your labia, your hole. I want to see my cum marking you even before I’ve been inside.”
“Oh God,” I gasped. “If you’re gonna keep talking like that without finishing me off you’re gonna kill me.”
“Mmmm, maybe,” he chortled, “but we’ll both suffer then.” After a few more long, slow, rough circular strokes, he pulled his hips away from mine and left us both dying for an orgasm. Fitting, if frustrating. He fixed my skirt and pulled me upright. “If I don’t stop touching you, I’m not going to be able to stop,” he told me, voice rough.
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned in return. Clutching Cal, I got steady on my feet and went to gather my stuff.
When we emerged from the alcove at last, we did wind up going to the library for the remaining sliver of the period. There, we got side by side computers and spent our time close together talking, doing random internet searches. Out of morbid curiosity I searched for “how do I know if my hymen broke” and found out, shockingly, that the hymen isn’t really a whole barrier somewhere tucked out of sight in my pussy. Nothing was going to ‘pop’ when they fucked me, and it couldn’t have torn when the guys fingered me either, being a small piece of skin right at my entrance that had no trouble stretching to let them in. My shocked murmuring drew the jock’s eyes and he snickered.
“Told you it didn’t work like that.”
“Then what was Randy talking about when he said ‘cherry popping’?” I answered indignantly. “How come you all know this is bull crap and I don’t?!”
“It can still hurt, the first time,” Cal said, his voice taking on a dark tone that did something to my insides. “I only know because of the guys. Randy especially is… really fascinated by the human body. He knows like every single function and feature, but I guess he still likes the slang.”
“Hmm,” I sighed. “Given the size of both of you I guess it makes sense that it could still hurt when you do fuck me. But it’s kinda ridiculous. I feel robbed, and that’s a little messed up, right?”
“I would say being lied to about your own body by pop culture and common misinformation is pretty messed up,” he agreed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “What surprises me is feeling ‘robbed’ of having part of your pussy broken and bleeding just because you had sex.”
I squirmed in my seat. “I mean, I guess I should feel relieved that’s not going to happen, but…” Why was it disappointing to learn this? I was actually mad that this was a thing I’d encountered so many times, and it was a goddamn lie! There was no mystical barrier in me that I could give him, trusting him to take it in a way that would show me how much he owned me. What he could give me.
And bam, there it was.
The idea that something inside me was supposed to break meant I wanted the person who broke it to be someone I deeply trusted, someone who cared for me; plus, in a small way it proved he’d been inside me. I didn’t even understand how fully that had informed my desires until this minute. A whole bunch of epiphanies were cascading down my thoughts.
“Do you feel like it won’t be special now?” Cal asked in a quiet voice.
“I don’t know,” I huffed, before shaking my head and waving my hands a bit. “No, not that it won’t still be special, but that now this part of me I thought I would get to give to someone who cared about it… doesn’t exist.”
I’m pretty certain I heard him suck a little air through his teeth.
“Ah,” he breathed. “I guess I get that.” There was an almost audible swallow before he said anything more. “If it helps, it’s not like there’s just one real ‘first’ in sex. We’re all going to have hundreds of ‘firsts’ while we’re together.”
Suddenly my annoyance vanished. It did help, actually, and it made my heart bounce a good bit faster. Flashes of everything hit me right there: Each of them taking their first kisses. My first time feeling someone fondle my tits. First time having them sucked. First mouth on my pussy, first time anyone else has made me come- with hands and tongue. So many firsts in two days, and I quaked against the memories, worked up all over again.
There wasn’t some seal in my pussy to break and that would be it. They had an entire body to touch, taste, claim, devour. All at once. In ways I hadn’t even thought of yet.
A delicious shiver coursed through me. Pretty sure Cal noticed, as I felt myself loosen; his smile returned in full force.
“You’re right,” I breathlessly replied. “So many new things and sensations already. So many more I’ve yet to taste.”
“Me too,” he huskily agreed. “It’s been pretty amazing for me, Jane. You’re not the only one whose dam exploded.” His mood shifted, from light to heavy. Good heavy. Hot and heavy. “You don’t know where your perversion ends, and I don’t know where mine even started. It’s flooding every corner of my mind and body right now, and I’m feeling a bit like a caveman around you.” Well, that made me hot all over again.
“Oh-h-h?” I meant to play it cooler than that, but I could not hide the stutter of my breath when ideas of how he might express those feelings flooded my head.
“Yeah,” he admitted with a burr in his voice. “It’s been overwhelming, and if that’s even half of what you felt like yesterday…”
When they’d taken me off a ledge in my mind, and given me a taste of my darkest, wildest dreams. Echoes of the heat and pleasure I’d felt from their hands and mouths still caroused in my loins.
“Then you’re being swallowed up by them and you’re not sure how to make it stop,” I found myself uttering in a near-whisper. Oh, I knew. I knew what he was feeling, and holy shit I could at least be there for him the first time, the way I wish someone would’ve been for me when I started going through my sexual awakening. “B-but that also means that yesterday, when you were following your wants and instincts…”
“It felt so right. It felt fucking amazing, Jane.” Leaning toward me, Cal dragged me closer to his body, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and chest. I found myself taken to his pecs, my head popping out from under his chin. I was totally swallowed by his embrace. “Every time I touch you, hear your sexy gasps and cries, taste you, it feels exactly the way I hoped it would feel. I wanted to know what it was like to desire a girl so bad it would make me crazy. Now I know and I fucking like it.” All that went growled privately into my ear, which my boyfriend ultimately wound up biting, causing me to shudder. I stifled my squeak as best I could and heard him chuckle when a strangled “eep!” still escaped. Thankfully, nobody was there to catch any inappropriate behavior.
My heart was still pounding with the excitement of possibly getting caught, though, and my ass still burned.
“You can be my caveman all you want,” I managed to quip, clutching him around the back of my head, opposite of where his lips and teeth were moving down my neck. “All I know for sure is that you make me feel… sane…”
I’m not ‘normal’. I’m not the ‘girl next door’. Not just because I’d grown up a freak, but because there had to be some psychological condition undiagnosed in me that made me so homicidally horny all the goddamn time. Violence and sex running ragged in my thoughts, an endless torment of things I could never shake. Writing was my usual outlet, but five orgasms over two days- not from my own efforts- had changed something in me fundamentally.
I felt actually happy when they made me come, touched me, kissed me, teased me, wooed me. I felt better, like someone was helping me at last. It scared me, but… it strengthened me at the same time.
Calvin’s response was a sudden breathy laugh.
“Is that a good or bad thing for a self-described Wednesday Addams type?” He mused, nuzzling now, enjoying our closeness, I thought. It felt perfect in his arms. Way beyond merely “nice”.
“For me? Good,” I muzzily replied, curling my hands and arms upward to wrap him in myself bac k. “I only want to use my dark energies in justified ways.”
“Like a possessed doll that only slaughters bad guys?” He joked, catching my cheekiness in a way that made me want to banter.
“A kinder, gentler, prettier Chucky,” I hit back. “With a killer fashion sense and a bit more finesse, I would say.”
“Mm, I do want to see this hair in two plaits,” the huge jock smirked at me, running his fingers through my hair. I could see his expression out of the corner of my eye. “I want to wind them in my fists while I kiss you.”
“Ahh,” I sighed a moan, jolting in his grip. Then he was kissing me, bending my head backwards, supporting my neck with his arm while he devoured my mouth. I let my eyes close and got swept away, carried by the wave of searing lust that might normally have drowned me. Now though, with the promise the boys represented, I was able to take it, withstand it, and swim freely as I never had before.
Our tongues met and tangled for an unknown dance of minutes until the bell sounded, startling us both and breaking the moment.
As we packed up, me still shaking and dazed with the intense heat rolling through my belly, I felt charged. I could take on anything.
Cal grinned over at me, once our computers were logged out and we were set to leave.
“Now you’re spending lunch with me and the guys.”
I gulped. It would be our first big chunk of uninterrupted time since I told them I’d go out with them. Wondered how this was going to go.
***M
We met our girl being escorted by our bro outside the lunchroom, and I recognized the sleepy, happy look on her face. My best friend continued his sacred duties and made the girl scream, granting a level of calm and intimacy she needed. If I understood nothing else about Jane, it was certain in my heart that seducing her and making her body sing our praises was our best path to winning her forever. What else did all those romance novels I ‘borrowed’ from my mom teach me?
Jane burned with enough desire to enfold us all in her arms, against her ample bosom, for life. I wanted it like nothing else, and I was determined to show this pretty girl how good it was going to be.
“Hey baby,” Randy flashed his toothy smile.
“Darling,” I gushed, drawing her to me.
“Hello my boyfriends,” she replied in a cheerful but teasing tone. Nervous, almost. I guess it would be hard to enter a new semester at school and wind up attracting three boys who went up your skirt and then wanted to go steady.
“You look ravishing and ravished, darling,” I silkily purred, taking her hand. “Did our brother take care of you?”
“I’ve only got one left on my four,” he gloated.
“Guess the two of us are going to have to catch up,” my nerdy friend laughed.
“Hungry, my sweet?” I asked, taking her arm. She followed me easily, only burying her face in my shoulder a little bit to avoid all the jealous stares and awkward gawking. Though news of our new relationship status was spreading, there were plenty of people who had not yet heard or simply did not believe. The more we appeared in public with the legend, the faster everyone would get over it, accept it, and move on. Plus, this time the girl was staying on my arm.
Previously I’d dated and had my first few lovers, but I was always careful to let them know that a long-term thing wasn’t exactly cut and dry for me, and I never demanded or expected anything physical. It was always about what my dates wanted. So, lots of kissing, light petting, dinners, movie dates, school dances, sure- all of that.
The girls I’d taken to bed had all been highly enthusiastic about sleeping with me, and I was always dedicated to making sure they had a good time. Of course I never did anyone a disservice by having sex with them just to “get” sex. I’d been attracted to and interested in all my partners so far, especially my first; we were both virgins and she wanted someone who would give her a good first experience. I studied up and even consulted Cosmo before giving her my consent, and that night together was both sweet and magical.
She was dating- and really happy with- an acquaintance of mine now. Girl was definitely monogamous. So was the lad Jake. Good guy.
Until Jane, none of my partners were interested in my bros the way they were me. Telling them, even, that Randy and Cal were always part of my life and would come as a package deal seemed to make many girls confused or… uncomfortable. I had never told the ladies I intended to share them with the guys, and I meant everything I did say. But hey, I get it.
Monogamy is an expected construct for most people, even if you’re not straight.
A couple of my previous girlfriends were in that lunchroom looking our way (from the glances I caught of them), and it seemed like things had clicked. Why I never dated anyone for more than a few months. Why I was so meticulous and patient about getting physical.
If you wanted me, you had to want my bros too.
I swept my girl to a table, where we usually sat, and she dropped her backpack and things down, depositing her cloak on the bench to sit on it. Once she was settled she pulled out a sack lunch. I sat next to her, to her right, and my friends took the spaces across. Now that we had her, I saw shyness creeping back over her face. Despite the morning’s performance in first period, we saw the reality: Jane was nervous to be our girlfriend. She was desperate to have her needs satisfied but still just allowing her shell to crack. A delicate, precarious balance of bold and uncertain.
My princess would never face callous rejection or abuse at our hands. That was my vow. If things weren’t going to work out (and I thought they would), then it would be the gentlest breakup I could give…
However, I had no intention of letting her go. My intuition was never wrong, and it was screaming her name.
As she pulled out a sandwich and apple, the three of us gave her our full attention, smiling sweetly, waiting to break the ice. Jane blushed and had to drop her eyes. Such a different girl than the one who’d unleashed herself in first period. I couldn’t help chuckling as I wrapped my arm around her.
“Is that all you have to eat?” Randy asked, glancing down at her food. “You want some chips or something?” My little bro always had snacks galore. He began pulling out his actual lunch- a large hoagie- with handfuls of snack bags alongside. The guy always had anything you might want. I watched Jane carefully as her eyes dropped. She looked over the selection of chips the same way I’d seen Randy look at food, and it made me smile deeply. She fit right in our trio.
Shyly she reached for Cheetos (the puffy kind), and our gamer slid them over, taking a moment to brush his fingers against hers. He stared her down devilishly and I could practically see him undressing her mentally.
Jane squirmed, her entire face turning bright crimson as his attention made promises all of us were salivating to keep. I knew Randy would be really tweaked to bring his score up now that Cal had thrown the gauntlet.
Another two orgasms- unexpected move from our rather sober, unimpulsive friend.
“You keep looking at me,” she finally told us, seeming to shrink in her seat. It was a huge 180 from her boldness earlier. I wrapped my arm around her and gently pulled her in.
“Of course we do, pretty girl,” I spoke next to her ear. “You think we’ve gotten our fill already?”
“We’re going to be paying you a lot of attention right now,” my best friend told her, laying it out calmly and factually. “You just agreed to go out with us, and this is the time we start learning who you are. Plus the other way around.”
A brief flit of her eyes for each of us, and I leaned on one elbow to absorb everything. Jane bloomed when she could let go, and closed back up to protect herself. Some of her blooms were even defiant, like this morning. Seems like the adrenaline had crashed.
“I know,” she warbled. We all could tell she was nervous. “And considering everything you’ve already found out, I want to do the rational thing and get to know all of you.” Jane gave a shaky sigh. “I’m just not used to this.”
“We’re all on that ride together,” Randy sagely teased. “It’s not like we’ve done this before either, babe.”
She cracked a smile, and her tension eased. Once she started eating, that seemed to help too. Especially given Randy nudging her with sweets.
We just… talked. Favorite colors. Favorite foods. Subjects we each liked, electives we’d taken or were taking, clubs, activities, sports- movies, music, interests, who had pets, siblings- our dreams. Conversation flowed through topics naturally, and the normalcy of our exchange loosened our girl right up. By the time we neared the end of the period, she was fully laughing, perfectly comfortable. It was a big win.
That sense of our group’s unity being ‘comfortable’ and ‘normal’ was spreading out, too. Everyone in that lunchroom saw us like any other guys hanging out and eating lunch with our crush, we just all happened to have the same one.
The happier she felt with us, the more our witnesses would see exactly who Jane was. High school wasn’t the most enlightened of places anywhere ever. Being ‘othered’ was a slow death, while being popular forgave you everything.
I myself could and would attest to that.
Guys all around the room were already looking at us with open envy or awe, like we were gods. Girls here and there sported looks of lust, jealousy, or hate, but they were scattered. Most students just seemed goggled by the social developments.
None of it mattered. Everything would settle when it just became commonplace, like Jane with her cloak.
Our classes went well for the rest of the day. We took any further physical pressure off Jane by letting her just get used to us, from our group lunch to our individual classes. We simply talked to her, and showed her who we were too. I could tell as we spoke about nothing but books all through Ceramics that she was blissfully happy geeking out with me, and it made my heart sing. I’d never ever discussed my favorite reads like this!
Turned out Jane loved ghost stories, and- not surprisingly- true crime (a little Stephen King even), plus the gothic lit and Brit lit (like Shakespeare). She also had a fondness for a YA history series with the “nasty bits left in” and all sorts of illustrations. I got to boast that I’d read all the Babysitter’s Club books, we’d both read Bruce Coville’s Unicorn Chronicles, and were anxiously waiting for the next one!
Our hands moved over clay, and our words flowed like a sweet hidden brook in spring sunshine. The girl was molding my love for her with her fingers, right along with what I thought was a box. A trinket box, maybe. With an odd, statue-like top…
Jane might be showing us more of her joy, but she still had so many shadows. Truthfully, the shadows let her inner light shine brighter when it leaked through the cracks. There had to be some light to create those whispers of darkness, after all; I would never want to stifle that. Jane’s beauty came with her secrets, and she only intended to show them to the ones who could really love her.
I never would have thought my princess would be one of the bodice-ripper type of heroines. But meeting her… I absolutely loved it. I was always going to be the handsome aristocratic hero with pure, romantic intentions and old-fashioned manners. My best friend Cal was the strong, intelligent, ruthless captain of the guard, or knight archetype- and our youngest brother was the dashing, crafty bastard rake with the ungentlemanly appetites who charmed the skirts off many a lass. It seemed fitting that our princess was the witty, wily, ‘improper’ type. A damsel-of-distress who wouldn’t fall easily but would fall hard. She would keep a weapon in her garter, but still melt with a toe-curling kiss.
I licked my lips, feeling like every one of my mother’s romance novels was unfolding before me, in an entirely new genre! Three love interests who all wind up with the heroine. Mom had certainly never had anything like that in her collection!
That was exactly the kind of kiss I got out of her when the period ended. She grabbed my shirt and I felt her knees weaken against me, and I knew it was my arms keeping her upright. I started out with my lips loosely closed, not completely pressed. A gentle, basic kiss for a few heady seconds, until I parted and lightly allowed her lower lip between mine. I teased her with a tease of three kisses, acting like I was going to slide my tongue along hers, but then kept it chaste. Three times. Finally, on the fourth, I lengthened the liplock and used just the tip of my tongue to stroke the seam of her mouth. With a moan, she cracked and let me in.
From there I kissed her breathless until she shook against me.
We’d given pleasure- enough to release the anxiety and tension she’d endured for the last day. Now it was time for a slower seduction.
That afternoon we did not chase after her to stay with us, instead escorting her to the spot where she always met her bestie. We hugged and kissed her goodbye before we let her go. Jane was kiss-drunk and dazed. I thought she’d sleep well that night.
We watched her go, fondly. All three of us were high in the clouds having claimed the first piece of our girl. The sheer happiness drowned out any negativity that day. Bubble popped, of course- it was high school after all- but before it did, everything was so crystal clear. After, it still was, but we also knew we’d have to develop our unique four-way relationship with a lot of hard work.
What I never doubted for a second was that it would be so worth it in the end.
***Jane
Nadine and I were reunited at the end of the day like normal, and truthfully, I breathed a little easier. The day had gone well- almost unremarkably, really. The only thing that changed was now I had three boyfriends. Yet… When I wasn’t with them, there had been whispers and eyes following me. I ignored it all, because it wasn’t worth sacrificing my energy right now. When people started getting in my face, that’s when I’d need everything I had in me.
“So how’d it go?” My bestie prompted, trying to gently ease me into the conversation.
“Not bad,” I said thoughtfully. “Everyone is still in shock. I expect the real blowback to begin by the end of the week.”
“And the guys? Did they… do anything?”
I blushed immediately. Nadine pinned me with a hard look as we walked to the car.
“Cal did,” I admitted after a few heavy seconds of hesitation. “He, um, got up into the crow’s nest and rang the bell a couple of times if you know what I mean.” Nadine’s eyes went round. “But that was it.”
“When did that happen?” She asked me, incredulous.
“Like third, when we had a double period off. We snuck back around behind the auditorium.”
“Wow,” my friend uttered, otherwise speechless.
“I know, it’s crazy! We could’ve gotten caught, or seen, and things would be mega complicated. Probably get suspended or at least detention.” I groaned, burying my mouth in my palms.
“Is that really the major concern?” My friend prodded. “Sure you’d get in trouble, but don’t you think there’s something a little more important than that?” I knew she was only looking out for me, trying to nudge me into taking the reins on this thing.
“That maybe I’m in way over my head?” I answered back.
“Maybe just a bit.” She did that thing where you pinch your fingers on a spot of air for emphasis. We made it away from the busses and the main parking lot, and crossed over toward the senior lot. “I mean I was gone a freaking day, Jane- a day, and in that time three guys have gone up your skirt multiple times. Do you feel rushed, or pressured? At all?”
The question was fair, but… no. No I didn’t. Why though? Not like last time. Not like last time at all.
“No,” I finally whispered. “It has been like a whirlwind, but things feel right. It’s like part of me has been clicked into place, and I’ve been taken off the ledge. I feel better, to be honest.” I snuck a peek at Nadine while I said this, and she couldn’t completely shake the caution on her face, but there was relief too.
“Well I’m glad you don’t feel pressured, Jane,” came a calm reply. “Just as long as you don’t think this is some kind of sick prank or anything.” The casual way she said it stung, I’ll admit. Hearing my own best friend voice that fear made ice flood my veins. It was one thing to have paranoia that I could be falling for a cruel ruse, and it was quite another for someone else to echo the thought.
“I’m not gonna say I didn’t… float the idea.” I swallowed. “But if it’s some kind of nasty ruse, they’re really going hard to do it. They went out and bought me books based on things they figured out about me. Chocolate too. I just… don’t think they’d have gone through with it after everything. After the shit I told them?” I shook my head. “I believe they’re sincere.”
“If they’re anything but sincere I will kick their collective ass,” Nadine went off hotly, and my spirit rose. She was magnificent when she got all fired up, which wasn’t often, and I appreciated her loyalty. It felt good to have someone who cared for me so much.
Very few people in my life did to such a depth. Still, it surprised me when she followed it up:
“But to be honest, I think they’re sincere too. They even want to talk to me. And they did a little, this morning.”
“Did they? None of them mentioned it.” I wondered why, and a pang did go through me. Already, a secret? I hoped it was just excitement, and not anything shady.
“They probably want to have an actual conversation before they totally get into it,” she said offhandedly, apparently not suspecting anything amiss. It drained my tension. “They want to hang out with both of us, too. Think they could survive a mall trip with us?” She asked, grinning, as we were reaching the car. Nadine fished for the keys and moved to unlock the driver’s door. Once opened, she unlocked the other doors. I beelined to the passenger side. “They’re totally about to really start romancing you, spending a lot of time with you, and I’ll be okay with it… so long as we don’t start hanging out less over time or anything.”
I knew she was joking, but part of me twinged. “I mean, I don’t plan on that happening, but they are very… consuming.” We entered the car, got buckled, and prepared to depart. While Nadine got us moving, I began pondering.
When the boys started to lay claim to me, it was like some hidden but intrinsic part of who I was wakened. I had all these feverish dreams in my heart for what I wanted love and sex to feel like for me, and for as fucked up as I always thought I was, I was worse. Just from the last 32 hours I could tell that being caught by my pussy was a really good way to keep me reigned in. I’d almost felt like someone else in their arms.
Not unlike the vampire lord type character that haunted my fantasies, the guys had taken control of me and started the process of making me theirs. Some instinctual, primal drive inside my psyche answered that hard, and wanted it more than anything. Only, what would I do if they wanted to take me away? Especially given how desperate I was to be out of my house?
I was shaking by then, wrapped in my cloak. Suddenly I was freezing. I was so mixed up, I started rambling, barely aware of what I was saying.
“Something really fucking scary happens when they touch me. It’s like I lose the ability to resist, and it feels so good. I… I can’t fight it. It shuts down my mind and releases me from everything driving me insane.” I heaved a rough sigh, barely holding myself together. “I don’t understand what this all means. I feel tangled up in it, fighting my way through a labyrinthine nightmare where my entire existence is shrouded in these weird, heavy, sexual thoughts… to where I would do anything to be free.” The closest I’d gotten to admitting to her that I wanted so much… force.
Nadine stilled.
“Even if it meant…” There was an audible swallow. “Leaving everyone else behind?” She sounded genuinely alarmed, now.
If Cal or one of the other guys had fucked me, I would’ve handed myself over lock, stock, and barrel, regardless of the impact it might create on my life. Yet, it seemed like the natural thing; to where it took no thought.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Seriously?
“Oh god,” I bemoaned in myself. “I got so caught up in this fairy-tale ideal where a handsome man sweeps in to carry me away I just accepted it as my destiny.” The words were breathless, and I was fighting tremors. “Wow this shit goes deep down.”
“Don’t freak out on me fully,” Nadine said gently, squeezing my shoulder. She sounded calmer than I felt. “I know you’ve been dealing with a lot, and let’s not forget you’d probably take any road to get out of your house, right?” I nodded. “You don’t do anything by halves, girl.”
“Apparently not,” I agreed. “I’ll try not to lose my goddamn head.”
“That’s the least I can ask,” my bestie retorted.
“I think some of this is also the college panic, you know?” I carried on. “Where the fuck am I going? What am I doing after this?”
“Oooh, good point,” Nadine hummed. “My dad’s hoping I’ll go for a ton of scholarships and add more extracurriculars or an internship onto my resume for applications.” I saw her roll her eyes. “Because those just fall out of the trees.”
“I’m getting a lot of the same pressure. My mother is obsessed with the idea of me getting a degree. Besides English, I just don’t even know what I would study. And now I’ve got these guys!”
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