by Melody Adams
"I will not be chased out of my lounge by some random lunatic," Beth retorted.
"Then sit down and stop acting like a petulant child who can't get its way," I said, annoyed. Man, I had no patience for Queen Bee drama. How Nate could bear to be near her without breaking her neck was beyond me. If I were Nate, I would’ve kicked the chick to the curb long ago. No, I wouldn't have gotten together with her in the first place.
Nate grinned at my words. Luckily for him, Beth had turned her back to him so she didn't see it. She would freak out if she saw his amusement at my words.
Abby
Outwardly I was calm, but inwardly I trembled. It took me a lot of courage to come here and deliberately go against Beth's words from before. But I had to prove to her she could not order me around and that I wasn’t afraid of her. My legs threatened to give way under me as I crossed the room. But somehow I made it to the two-seater couch that Kent was sitting on and I sat down next to him. I sat as far away from Kent as possible, but it was still much too close for my taste. There was hardly a hand's breadth between our bodies, and I was only too aware of his closeness. He smelled of a mixture of citrus, whiskey and marijuana with a dark undertone that I could only describe as man. An agitated flutter stirred in my stomach, and my heart pounded so loudly that I feared Kent would hear it. I didn't want him to notice what effect he had on me. He was arrogant and confident enough as it was. Also, I didn’t want to encourage him to try anything.
"DO SOMETHING," Beth demanded, and looked at her boyfriend, and then at the other boys.
"She's right, baby," said Nate, taking my side against all odds. I wished he wouldn’t do that. It would only make Beth more upset with me if her boyfriend took my side. "She has a right to be in the lounge. If you want us to continue this conversation in private, we'll have to go somewhere else."
"I will not be chased out of my lounge by some random lunatic," Beth retorted.
"Then sit down and stop acting like a petulant child who can't get his way," Kent said next to me.
Nate grinned, but luckily Beth had her back to him so she couldn't see it. I didn't want to know what she would do if she saw her boyfriend grinning behind her back instead of defending her.
Gregory got up from his chair and looked at me. He seemed annoyed by the drama here.
"Would you like something to drink? I could open a bottle of wine for you."
My eyes went to the open bottle of Black Label on the table.
"I'm not a wine girl. But I wouldn't turn down a Black Label."
Gregory raised an eyebrow. Then he smiled. He was attractive, like all KINGS, but none had that confusing effect on me like Kent.
"A woman after my own heart," said Gregory, smirking. He grabbed the whisky bottle and fetched a tumbler from the open bar. He poured me three fingerbreadths and handed me the glass.
I picked up the glass and noticed that all eyes were on me. Beth's gaze murderous, the looks of the boys and the girl sitting on Seth's lap expectant.
I raised the glass to my lips and took a big gulp. It burned pleasantly in my throat as I swallowed. The alcohol lit a warm fire in my stomach and I smiled before I put my glass down on the table.
"Sooo, Abby," Ian drawled. "What about the long sleeves? How come we never see you in something short sleeved? It's summer. Isn't it a little warm for that?"
I hated that question. But I couldn't let it show. As calm as I could, I looked back at Ian and shrugged my shoulders.
"I like my clothes. No special reason. And no, I'm not too warm."
"Are you sure you're not hiding anything?" Ian dug deeper.
"What should I hide?"
"I don't know, I just... That's why I'm asking you."
"I'm not hiding anything, Ian. What are you hiding behind that playboy exterior, huh?"
For a moment, all the blood left Ian's face, and I knew I'd caught him. I had kept my distance from the KINGS and their followers, but that didn't mean I hadn't looked into them. Ian wasn’t what he claimed to be. I was a master actress and I could tell when someone was wearing a mask.
"I don't know what you mean," Ian replied with a shrug. "What should I hide?"
"I thought you would tell me," I countered. "That's why I asked you."
"Okay, kids, enough with the thousand questions," Nate objected. "What are we gonna do today? Anyone got an idea?"
"Isn't there a party at the fire station tonight?" Gregory replied.
"Yes, I had forgotten all about it," said the girl sitting on Seth's lap. "Can we go, baby?"
Seth shrugged. He seemed absent most of the time. All the while he had hardly paid attention to the redheaded beauty on his lap. Seth was carrying some kind of secret too. I knew he fucked anything with a skirt. Or – almost anything. Interestingly, he seemed to avoid blondes. I could sniff out a story there. I would bet there was a blonde ex? One, who broke his heart?
Chapter 3
Kent
The party was in full swing when we arrived at the fire station. To my disappointment, Abby had not come with us. She got under my skin. And it wasn't just because of her looks. Dark secrets surrounded her, and I wanted to find out all about them. I wanted the girl who hid deep behind her facade. Ian's question about her long-sleeved clothes had struck a nerve. She was good at hiding what she really thought or felt, but I could see that the question had thrown her off track for a moment. She had lied when she said she wasn’t hiding anything under the long sleeves. There was very much something she tried to hide. The question was: what? A failed tattoo? I was determined to find out. There were a lot of things I wanted to find out about Abigail Baker. How velvety her skin was, how her pussy tasted, how tight her cunt was and how hot. How the full lips would feel around Mr. D. What sounds she made when she came. What she looked like when her eyes glazed over and her lips formed the perfect O. Fuck, I needed pussy. Mr. D wasn't happy with me. He wanted a little action.
"Hey," said a voice next to me.
I turned around. Bonnie stood next to me, looking up at me with a seductive smile. The tight leather top she wore almost let her breasts jump out of her neckline. She was sexy and fun. And even though she was a nympho who spread her legs for everyone with a dick, she was not stupid or shallow like Beth and her followers. Bonnie was intelligent and had a good heart. Except that she had an unusual appetite for sex. I knew that if I sent her away, she wouldn't sulk and would just turn to the next guy. My cock twitched as she licked her lips and gave me an unmistakable fuck-me look.
"Hey!" I replied, stepping a little closer to her.
Maybe it was a good idea to release a little pressure, and hopefully a certain girl would stop haunting my mind. And Mr. D would finally stop pouting.
I put my arm around Bonnie and steered her towards the station house. She followed me without hesitation. My cock pressed hard against my jeans. Anyone who looked a little closer would see the mega-boner in my pants, but I didn't give a shit. When I arrived at the building, I opened the door and led Bonnie into the hallway leading to the toilets. There was a storage room at the end of the hallway. I led Bonnie to the last door, opened it and pushed her into the dark room. After I closed the door behind us, I fumbled for the light switch and turned the light on. Bonnie put her hands on my chest and stood on her tiptoes. Our mouths found each other for a hungry kiss. She moaned as I pulled down her tight top and freed her big tits so they hung over her top. I let my thumbs swipe over her hard nipples and she pressed her chest against me.
"Those two missed you, baby," whispered Bonnie, pressing her tits into my hands.
I grinned, and kneaded her boobs.
"Did they now?" I teased.
"Uh-huh."
I lowered my head and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth before biting hard. Bonnie liked a little pain with her pleasure.
"Ahhh, Kent."
I licked, sucked and bit her nipple until Mr. D decided he wanted some fun too. I grabbed Bonnie's hips, lifted her up and whirled around to set her down
on the table in the middle of the room. Her legs closed around my hips and she pushed her core towards me. I could feel the heat from her pussy through our clothes.
"Fuck me, baby," she moaned. "I need your cock. I need your big cock now!"
"Fuck," I murmured. "Condom. I don't think I have..."
"I have," gasped Bonnie, rubbing herself impatiently against me. "Pocket."
I fumbled between us and found her pants pocket. I pulled out the rubber and stepped back a little to free Mr. D while Bonnie pushed up my T-shirt and covered my chest with kisses. I slipped the rubber over my hard length and set about opening Bonnie's pants and pulling them down over her hips. The pants landed with her shoes on the floor. She wasn’t wearing panties. Bonnie always went commando. Always ready. I grinned. My fingers found her wetness, and I rammed two fingers into her tight channel.
"Yeessss," Bonnie cried, pushing herself towards me. "Fuck me, Kent. Give me your big cock. I don't need fucking foreplay."
"Ahhh-ahhhh, baby. I'm no fucking amateur. I'll get you off good before you get Mr. D."
Pushing her back against the tabletop, I put her legs over my shoulders and dived in. For a moment I thought again about what Abby would taste like, but I pushed the thought of her aside. I was here with Bonnie to NOT think about Abby, damn it.
"Oh, baby, baby... Yes!"
I fingered Bonnie's pussy hard, massaging her G-spot while eating her like a starved animal. She bucked under me, pushing her wet pussy in my face. She was about to explode. I knew what would send over the edge. I pushed my thumb against her anus and slid in. Bonnie loved anal. The same moment my thumb went up her asshole, she came hard. I gave her clit one last lick before I pulled my fingers out of her holes and grabbed my dick. Holding Bonnie's legs in front of my chest, I slammed into her pussy.
"Fuuuck!" I growled. "So good, babe."
"Uhhuuuhh."
I started fucking her hard and deep. Hammered into her willing body like an animal. Though I tried everything to stop it, my thoughts went to Abby. I imagined that it was her pussy that enclosed me tightly.
"Come," I demanded breathlessly. "Come on my dick."
Two more thrusts, and Bonnie's pussy tightened around my shaft. She screamed my name as she came and came and came.
I bit my lip as I headed for orgasm. The last thing I wanted was to moan the name of another chick when I fucked Bonnie. With any other girl I wouldn't care, but I liked Bonnie, and I respected her.
Electricity tickled down my spine. My balls contracted. I growled, my teeth biting my lower lip as I poured myself into the condom. I tasted blood, but I didn't care. My heart pounded hard in my chest. Fuck. This was what I’d needed. But as the aftershocks of the climax subsided, and I pulled my dick out of Bonnie and disposed of the used rubber, a feeling of guilt crept under my skin. What the fuck? What should I have a guilty conscience for? And towards whom? Bonnie, because I’d thought of another woman? Or Abby, because I’d fucked another woman? Neither made sense. Man, I was royally fucked up. I was so doomed!
Monday we sat at our table for lunch and I had to use all my willpower not to let my gaze wander to the last table in the row of windows where Abby sat all alone. She seemed to have no problem sitting alone. As far as I could tell, she had made no friends since she got here. She kept to herself. She was a mystery I wanted to solve. I wanted to break open her protective shell and see what she hid underneath. I still had no idea what I would do with the information. It probably depended on what I would find.
"Why won't you help me with my problem?" Beth whined. "Do I have to ask for a fucking audience like the others? I thought I was one of your circle. I'm your girlfriend, Nate. Or are we over? Is that it? You want to break up with me so you can stick your dick in HER cunt?"
I rolled my eyes. Drama queen in action. Why did Nate put up with it? He deserved a medal for putting up with her for so long without wringing her neck. God knows I would’ve strangled her by now. And the jealousy? Nate may have been a dick when he was single, but he wasn't a cheater. I knew he didn't touch other pussy. And it wasn't for lack of offers. I’d been around often enough when he’d dumped girls. Chicks that had been hot and willing. But my friend hadn't even gotten hard when they shoved their tits in his face.
"First, we told you we needed a reason, and you haven't given us one yet," Nate replied, annoyed. "And no, an audience wouldn't change that either. Yes, you are my girlfriend and you can take your unfounded jealousy and shove it... I'm not someone who fucks around, you should know that."
"Give us a reason, Beth," Gregory interfered. "What has she done that would justify us doing something about her?"
"She's vicious. But she is clever," Beth said. "As a child she terrorized me, but in front of others she played the perfect angel. No one would believe me. She even killed my kitten, the one I got for my birthday. And then she turned it around as if I had killed my own kitten. And Mom believed her." Beth sniffled. A few dramatic tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Okay, I admit that’s mean, but you were both kids. What has she done since she's been back?" Nate asked.
"Nothing so far. But she will. She mocks me whenever she can, and I know she's just waiting for the right opportunity. She's dangerous, trust me. I overheard a conversation between my parents after Abby and her mom disappeared from Sinners Field. Her dad's death was no accident. And my dad was convinced that Abby killed her dad."
"As a five-year-old?" I interjected. "That seems highly unlikely. Murderous kids may appear in horror movies like The Omen, but I doubt that something like this would happen in actual life."
"She is and has never been a normal girl," hissed Beth. "She's not quite right in the head. I know that she went to a psychiatrist when she was a child. She's got a screw loose. I don't know what's wrong with her, but trust me, she's not the innocent angel she pretends to be!"
Abby
Wednesday I had sports. I hated it. Even though I wore a long-sleeved t-shirt, the shorts we had to wear were very short. They barely covered the scars on the insides of my thighs. Showers were also a problem, so I always waited until the other girls were done. The last one just came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body and I waited until she was dressed. After she left the locker room, I grabbed my towel out of the gym bag. Suddenly the door opened, and I paused. Fuck! Who was that now? What if that person had come a minute later when I had already stripped out of my clothes?
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" sounded an all too familiar voice. I stiffened.
"What do you want?" I asked, without turning around.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest and sweat broke out on my forehead, but I tried not to let my panic show. With girls like Beth, it was like with any predator. You could not show fear, or you were doomed.
"You are becoming a problem for me," Beth spit. "And I can't let that happen any longer."
Her footsteps came closer. But not only her steps. She had to have at least two of her lackeys with her. No surprise there. Girls like Bethany would never face a threat alone. Of course, she brought reinforcements.
"I am keeping my distance, I'll never get in your way..." I replied calmly. "You have no reason to feel threatened by me. I really don't know what your problem is."
"What my problem is?" she screamed and grabbed me from behind by my hair. She slammed my face into the locker in front of me. Pain exploded in my nose. Warm blood ran from my nostrils.
"Leave me alone," I said, unable this time to hide the trembling in my voice.
"And why would I do that, huh?"
She dragged and pushed me until my ass hit the bench. Now for the first time I saw who she was with, her three most loyal followers. Sue, Mercedes, and Anabelle. The three stood like a wall behind Beth. They made it clear that they would back their queen if I tried to fight Beth.
"You cannot even fight your battles alone," I mocked. "You must bring reinforcements. Four against one. Do you think I am that dangerous it takes four of
you? I should be flattered."
Beth took a swing and punched me hard in the face. Fuck! That hurt. I'd had enough of that. Fuck this! I might not stand a chance against all four of them, but I wouldn't sit there and let Beth beat me up without at least a little payback. I jumped up and rammed my fist into Beth's stomach. She doubled over with an outcry. Satisfaction flowed through my chest. But I didn’t have long to enjoy my triumph. The three other girls grabbed me. I fought against their grip, but I stood no chance against three bitches at once. A world of pain awaited me. The three girls would hold me down so Beth could beat me up. Cowardly gang. But to my horror, Beth didn’t beat me after she recovered from my blow. Oh, no. With a nasty grin on her lips, she took out a pair of disposable gloves from her bag and slipped them over her hands. What the hell? With a gloved hand, she took a steak knife, like the ones we used in the school cafeteria, out of her backpack. She held the knife in front of my face. Sadistic joy danced in her eyes. The lunatic wanted to cut me? I screamed, but Sue put one hand in front of my mouth and suppressed the sound. The two other girls forced my right hand open and Beth pressed the handle of the knife into the palm of my hand. I had no idea what was going on, but it couldn't mean anything good. Mercedes and Anabelle forced my fingers around the handle. A thought went through my head. Fingerprints. Beth had touched the knife with gloves, and now my fingerprints were on the handle. They were trying to frame me for something. The question was, what? When the girls took the knife out of my hand again and passed it on to Beth, something happened that I would never have thought possible. With a crazed look in her eyes, Beth lifted the blade to her face and cut her cheek. Only when the deed was done and the knife landed on the floor did she cry out.
"What?" I cried out in horror. "What the hell?"
Beth took off her gloves and Sue grabbed them and ran out of the locker room. Then Beth and the other two girls started screaming for help. While Mercedes and Anabelle pushed me down to the floor and held me there, Beth sat on the floor crying and held her bleeding cheek. I knew what the four bitches had done, but it was hard for me to come to terms with it. It all seemed so unreal. I never thought Beth was actually willing to go so far as to disfigure her face. And that she would hold me responsible. But that was exactly what happened here. I wasn’t surprised when a little later the door was flung open and the principal stormed into the locker room with two security guards. I was fucked. No one would believe me. It was four against one. And the girls were popular and had been at this school for a long time. I was the new girl. The outsider.