by Mia Ford
“You know Telula Grant, right?”
I looked down at Sean then back up at Monica.
“Yes. I know her. You know that.”
"Well, you tell that bitch that the next time I see her I'm going to rip her hair out by the roots." She swayed slightly like a breeze had all of a sudden wafted past.
"Okay," I replied and sat back down resuming my conversation with my friends.
“I mean it!” She shouted. “You tell that bitch!”
“Okay.” I shook my head. “Do you believe this crap?” I looked at Monica. “I’m texting her your message right now. Give it a couple minutes and I’m sure she’ll drop everything and rush right over here to let you try and pull her hair out by the roots.” My phone beeped that the message was sent. “Happy now?”
The dancing that had been taking place all around us had now practically stopped and the music was lowered to a low thumping.
"You don't even belong here." Monica hissed. "I didn't know that Lucas Prine let stray cats in his house spreading their diseases and filth." There were several gasps and chuckles at Monica's comments but I just shook my head.
"Monica, you do know that school is over, right?" I stood back up and took a step closer. I wasn't a fighter. I had never been. But during our freshman year, a rumor was spread about me that I never confirmed or denied letting it fester into fact organically.
I was dating a dreamy sophomore named Dave. I really liked him. He was kind and handsome and sometimes could be very funny. Puppy love is what they called it. But alas, Dave had a dark past in the form of an ex-girlfriend who was appalled by his ability to move on. After all, love in high school is supposed to last forever, right?
Anyway, this poor girl was so distraught that she sent her friend, Michelle, with a message for me. At first, I thought it might be one of those messages that make great country-western songs about please don’t take my man, or I still love him or even a warning about his tomcat ways. But I was wrong. When she approached me in the hallway in between classes she didn't have anything nice to say at all.
“You’re nothing but a bitch and everyone knows it. I’ll kick your ass. You just try me.”
What? This wasn’t the pleading on behalf of a broken-hearted woman. This was a lunatic who I didn’t even know getting in my face. So I did what any girl in my position would do. I shoved her. So she turned around and slapped me across the face.
As I said, I’m not a fighter. I react purely on instinct. And my instinct made me grab Michelle by her stringy blond hair, yank her backward and slap her right across the face. Did I mention I didn’t even set my books down?
Well, before I could really do any damage a substitute teacher split us up. He was such a newbie he didn't report it to the principal so life just continued at Riverbanks High School until the next day when Michelle didn't come into school. Or the day after that. Finally, when she did arrive it looked like she'd run face first into a Mack truck.
Everyone thought I did it. The stories were fantastic. I waited for her after school and jumped her in the parking lot. I found out where she lived and went to her house and jumped her there. There were even a couple of people who swear they saw me do it.
“Did you beat Michelle up?” I was asked over and over all day long.
I gave them that Robert DeNiro Goodfellas look that said what the fuck are you asking questions for without saying a word. Of course, I didn't do it. I'm not going to go wait outside alone in the dark. There are weirdoes out in the world.
But my reputation was set that day.
So, when I took a step toward Monica she took a step back. As luck would have it she took a step back a little too quickly. I’m sure the room shifted in front of her and when she reached out to steady herself the only thing within her reach was a beautiful painting in a thick gold frame. Both Monica and the painting crashed to the floor.
Chapter 8 – Lucas
I was angry with Tilly for bringing up Jenna. I’m not sure why. Even as Tilly pulled at my shirt and had her body pressed close to mine I felt like I was teetering on an edge. I hate Jenna and do everything I can, take every opportunity to let people know I hate her. But something made me push back at Tilly. I just didn’t think she had the right.
“You really don’t know anything about my situation.” I scolded. “With Jenna, that is.”
“No. I only know what you told me.”
“Yeah, and that wasn’t a lot. So maybe you should keep your mouth shut on the topic from now on.”
“Hey, pal. You brought her up.” She withdrew from me. Tilly not only pulled her hands away but her mind and spirit as well. I could feel it and it made my heart sink.
“I’m sorry.” I took another swig from my flask. The warm liquid distracted my brain from what I was feeling. “I don’t know why I’m jumping on you. I’ve got a lot on my mind and you’ve kind of distracted me from all of it. When you mentioned Jenna it stuck in my brain. She’s one of the things I’m trying to forget.”
I looked at Tilly hoping she believed me. I was being serious.
“Did you ever get a spanking growing up?” She asked, her right eyebrow arched sexily.
"Never," I answered quickly.
“There’s your problem.” She laughed at her own comment. But before she could lose the smile on her face I slipped my arm around her and pulled her to me. My lips found hers. They were soft like rose petals and her skin smelled clean and fresh. There was no heavy make-up and expensive perfume smell that most of the girls I got with had.
I was sure she was going to lean back and slap me good and hard across the face. But when a moan of pleasure escaped her I knew she was enjoying herself. Her tongue slipped between my lips while I felt her scoop up a handful of my hair.
She picked up where she'd left off tugging at my shirt. I slipped my hands up underneath her t-shirt, feeling her smooth skin beneath as I ran my hands up her sides and over her breasts in order to pull the t-shirt off completely. Her bra was a pretty white lace thing that happily cupped her tits so perfectly I wondered if they could possibly be real. But with one touch of my hand, I knew they were.
Before I could stop her she’d shifted her weight, hiked up her miniskirt and straddled me. I could feel her sex rubbing against my hard member through my jeans and there was a heat there that I was desperate to be engulfed in.
“Are you sure?” I whispered to her. Three words I never asked a girl before in my life.
"Oh, yes." She panted. When I looked into her eyes they smoldered at me. I wasn't even sure if she could see me or if she just saw a means to satisfy the lust that had consumed her. It consumed me as well. I kneaded her breast, pulling the bra aside to expose her nipples. With one hand to teased and tweaked the bud while I sucked and licked the other. She was grinding against me as moaned softly.
“Please.” She begged.
Without saying anything I quickly unzipped my pants. I was so hard that just seeing her look at my throbbing cock made me almost pop. They widened as if she wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew she’d be impressed. I don’t like to brag but I know I’m well hung.
It was a matter of seconds before she had one leg slipped out of her panties and was climbing on top of me. As my cock found her sex I thought for sure I’d have to work her up but she was already slick with desire. I slid inside immediately and a yelp of sweet pain escaped her. I watched her closed eyes as she bit her lower lip, taking a moment to get used to so much inside her. When she opened her eyes she was a different person.
Tilly was still the girl in my graduating class, the girl who I had somehow missed over the four years at Ridgebank High School. But she was somehow wild, free and uninhibited. Slowly she began to ride my cock up and down. Her thighs were smooth as I ran my hands up them to cup her perfectly shaped ass.
Her large tits spilled over the lace of her bra, bouncing playfully and sexily as she threw her head back. Her hair bounced in the rhythm we were enjoy
ing together.
Truthfully, the way the back seat of the Bentley was made I could do little more than just sit while I watched Tilly writhe and bounce and pant wildly.
"You look so beautiful," I whispered, pressing her closer to me with one hand on the small of her back and the other stroking her breast.
“This is what I needed.” She panted. “I can’t stop. It feels so good.”
“Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.” I urged.
Her voice began to climb. I could feel the strain on my cock as her muscles contracted and her body worked me harder and faster.
“Not yet.” I urged her.
She listened to my instructions. She held her breath and a sad whimper came out but I knew she hadn’t come yet. Her eyes were glazed over and she smiled devilishly at me while we both caught our breath for a moment.
When I knew she was under control I slowly moved my hand down to her sex. I found her clit. It was wet and soft and when I delicately touched it Tilly almost screamed with delight. I rubbed it in tiny circles watching her slowly but surely push her hips into my hands to get more, feel more as she worked on top of my cock.
Her cheeks bloomed into a fantastic tint of red as I felt her muscles tighten like a spring on a mousetrap.
“Oh God!” She cried. Oh God was right. I couldn’t bear to watch her anymore. But I couldn’t take my eyes away from her. Her miniskirt was pushed up around her middle hiding her bellybutton. Her bra straps had completely given up and were drooping over her shoulders as the lace and satin were pushed aside by her beautifully round breasts.
I felt her getting closer and closer. She was holding out as long as she could but as I worked her button my mind stopped thinking. I didn’t know what day it was, where I was or who I was. I just knew that I had an angel on my lap fucking me like the devil and I didn’t want it to stop. Again I took hold of her hoping to make it last a little longer but she was not going to be deprived of her orgasm this time. I could see it in her eyes. She stared at me with such intensity it made my cock grow another inch.
“Now?” She panted. “Can I come now.”
“Yes!” I yelled out. “Yes!”
It was like she was part jack-hammer. I leaned back feeling her muscles tighten around me, pulling more and more from me as she rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her own breasts and tugging furiously at her nipples while she screamed in pleasure.
I put my hands on her ass again and guided her, rocking her hips faster and faster until I felt the floodgates open and her body shudder with the ripples of desire. Just when she thought she was slowly gliding down there was one more burst of delight that made her shake her ass wildly, panting like she'd run a marathon, blinking her eyes madly as the surprise coming one more time possessed her.
Chapter 9 – Tilly
“Oh my God!” I couldn’t keep my voice down. I was so hot and Lucas had found that place on my body that made me never want to stop. I couldn’t. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t stop.
My body wanted his hands on me. Every part he touched, my breasts, my ass, my neck, especially between my legs erupted in heat and when without warning I felt the overwhelming urge to keep fucking sweep over me I nearly fainted. My body was on fire. There was no other way to put it and I didn’t want it to end.
But it did end. Finally, my body shuddered happily against Lucas’s. I stayed there, on his lap, feeling his manhood still inside and tempting me to start up again. But I couldn’t. I was spent and wanted a drink of water.
As I slip off his lap I was terrified to look in his eyes. Should I tell him I’ve never done that before? Never just hooked up with a guy just a few minutes after talking to him? I doubt he would believe me if I did tell him. Actually, he was probably used to this. Girls probably dropped their panties all the time hoping to get their hands on his money.
You’re not like that, Tilly. You just had a moment of weakness.
“That was fun.” Was all I could come up with. Brilliant, I know.
“Yeah.” He answered. There was nothing more.
“I didn’t hurt you or anything?” I smoothed out my t-shirt afraid to meet Lucas’s eyes.
“No.” He zipped up his pants and began to button his shirt.
"Well, I guess I better get back upstairs," I mumbled. Embarrassed wasn't even the word to use. Humiliated? No. Mortified. That was a better word to describe how I was feeling.
“You don’t have to go yet, do you?”
You can imagine how shocked I was to hear those words.
"No. I don't think so." I looked down at my phone that had fallen on the floor. "Why?"
“I thought we could talk a little more.”
“Oh.” I was literally struck dumb. The son of a millionaire that had done nothing but be mean to me and my friend all through high school now wanted to sit and talk with me. Was I dreaming? Was this his usual M.O.? “What do you want to talk about?”
He adjusted his shirt and scooted further away from me. The afterglow was already leaving his cheeks and it would soon be business as usual. Better to beat him to the punch.
“Hey, look. That was a lot of fun.” I bubbled. “But I’m a big girl and with all the excitement of graduation and the party and a couple of stiff sips of whatever that is in your flask, well, it was a lot of fun.”
“I’d like to see you again.” Lucas interrupted.
“Really?” I wasn’t sure if this was a trick or what but I proceeded with caution. “To do what?”
His laugh was more annoyed than amused.
“Hell, I don’t know. Talk. Fuck. Whatever. I’m just saying that I think you are a fun person to be around and you’re getting all suspicious and negative.” He snapped.
"I'm sorry, Lucas. I didn't mean to come across that way." I put my hand on his and squeezed it. "I have to work tomorrow. Why don't you come to my house on Sunday? It's not nearly as fancy as this place. Hell, it's not nearly as fancy as this car." I chuckled alone. "But it's home and my mom will be making spaghetti. I don't care how much cash you've got. You've never tasted gravy like hers."
“Gravy?”
“Yeah. Gravy. Sauce for all you non-Italians out there.”
“Okay.” He agreed. I was about to jump out of my skin. This was a really interesting turn of events. “Give me your hand.”
I pulled a black magic marker from my pocket and quickly wrote my phone number on his hand. I'm not sure if he wondered what I had a black magic marker in my pocket for and I knew Sandy would never tell our initial intent for using the said marker.
“Give me a call. I’ll give you directions.”
I reached for the car door, opened it up and stepped out into the underground garage. My legs were a little wobbly and I knew my hair was just a mess so I smoothed it out as best I could. The walk of shame through all my previous classmates would come next. But what did I care? I’d never see any of them again.
It was actually quite liberating knowing that I just had sex with the class bad boy and we were going to go hang out together Sunday and no one was going to know about it. Well, I'm sure Lucas was going to tell someone but it didn't matter because I wasn't going to school here anymore. I wasn't even going to stay in the same state. In a little less than three months, I'd be living in New York.
“That sounds fine.” He murmured as he stepped up to me and buried his face in the hair hanging down my neck.
Of course I could have screamed but instead, I just shrugged my shoulders and turned to walk back toward the steps we had come down. Tugging at my skirt and the hem of my shirt
I looked at my phone.
"Uh, oh," I muttered. "Looks like someone wants to beat me up upstairs."
“Right.” Lucas joked.
“Nope. It’s true. Is she a friend of yours?” Sandy had sent me a quick picture of a very drunk woman sprawled out on the floor next to a broken picture.
“Fuck.” Lucas ran his hands through his hair.
He nodded his head, took my hand and led the way. But before we stepped into the kitchen with all of his friends around he let go of my hand and walked ahead of me. I didn't see the symbolism until quite sometime later.
The party is in full swing and it is obvious that practically no one even noticed the host was missing. I looked at my phone and realized we were only gone about half an hour. After all the excitement I was sure it was longer than that. But I followed Lucas as he stomped, pushing his way through his guests to the spot that was in the picture on my phone.
“Tilly!” Sandy yelled and waved. She was still with Sean and Timmy when I jogged up to her. “Where’ve you been?”
“I hope you weren’t worried.”
“No. I figured you’d text me if there was anything bad happening. What have you been up to?”
“I’ll tell you later?”
“Why can’t you tell me now?”
“I said I’ll tell you later.”
“There’s no time like the present?” Sandy insisted.
I gave her my best motherly “don’t push it” look that my mother had so perfectly mastered. It worked for the time being.”
“So what happened up here and who wants to beat me up? Do you happen to know why this person wants to beat me up?”