by Grace Hugh
I take a deep breath and then head up the steps. Senior year, it's almost over. All I have to do is make it through this one last week. Vinnie has promised to pay for my college which I have to admit I'm grateful for. My grades have improved since I've been able to focus but they're still not good enough to qualify me for enough scholarships to pay for tuition. I open my locker to get out my books. My locker is the lower one of two. The high school is big enough that the walls lockers are double rows to accommodate all the students. So I'm bent over when suddenly I'm hit from behind and I hear laughter as I'm thrust into my locker banging my head on the back. I leap up and turn, angry at whoever did this. I'm not surprised when I see Danny and three of his cronies.
If anything Danny is more popular than ever. He's the star quarterback and football makes great money for the school so he can do no wrong. I know for a fact his grades are insufficient for him to play by school policy but no one calls him on it. He's filled out over the last two years, football and weights do that. He leans back with his thumbs hooked in the pockets of his jeans so that he's thrusting his crotch at me.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't want me to fuck you in your ass?" Danny says and the boys behind him burst out in even louder laughter.
The hallway is filled with students and several turn and stare but none are interested in helping me. They want to watch the show and be entertained by Danny’s antics. My cheeks burn.
One word from me to Jans, I think, but I can't do that. It would hurt Jans for much longer than the pain he would inflict on Danny.
"What do you want, Danny?" I ask.
"What do I want? It's not what I want. It's what you need from me with that sweet ass," he says grabbing the bulge of his crotch and thrusting back and forth.
"Cute, Danny. Real cute."
"That’s not what your mom said last night," he says and several students laugh.
Embarrassment fills me with a hot flush. I decide to ignore him and turn back to my locker. This time I crouch down to grab my books. I pull them out of my locker and shut it, but he moves closer, putting his arms to either side of me so that I'm caged between him and the lockers. I stare into his eyes resisting the urge to kick him as hard as I can in his junk. All it would do is egg him on.
"So," Danny says smiling. "I want to taste your sweet pussy."
"It's not happening, Danny," I say, trying to push my way past his arm.
He doesn't move so I duck under and walk away. I half expect him to grab me by the shoulder and pull me back to him but nothing happens. I hear him and his cronies laughing and carrying on but for the moment at least I escape their attention. I hate the fact that I’m relieved. I hate that I feel like there's no one I can turn to. The one person I know who could and would do something about it I can't put at risk. Jans would hurt him, bad, and mob boss’ son or not, he’d get in trouble.
Thinking of Jans warms me and pushes aside the embarrassment. He and I have grown so close over the last two years. Every free moment we have we spend together, dodging around Vinnie and his goons, sneaking into each other’s rooms. It’s magical and forbidden, making it even more exciting.
I go to class and the day drags. I watch the clock and think about what Jans is doing. I know his schedule by heart. Ten thirty he'll be practicing grappling. Eleven forty-five he's on his cool down, jumping rope at a slow pace until his heart slows. Twelve fifteen he's eating lunch, boiled chicken, brown rice, and broccoli.
Finally, my last hour comes and the final bell rings. At last my spirits rise because in moments I'll see Jans. Ever since he's dropped out of school, he's made it a point to come and pick me up. It's one of the ways we’re able to spend time together without arousing suspicions at home. We both know Vinnie wouldn’t like it if he knew how close we are. If he ever finds out our true feelings for each other, he’d kill one or both of us. I'm almost out the door when I hear a loud whistle behind me. Instinctively I turn and bounce right off of Danny's chest and he roughly cups my breasts in his hands.
“Ow!” I exclaim.
"Your mom likes it rough," Danny snarls. "Like mommy, like daughter, right?"
"Let me go!"
I step back, jerking free of his grip. It hurts like hell but I don't care. I don't want him touching me, not ever.
"Hey sure, whatever," he says, raising his hands up to either side like he's innocent.
"You're a son of a bitch," I say.
I turn and storm out the door. As soon as I emerge into the light I see Jans waiting at the end of the walk. He's leaning against his car with that half grin on his face. My spirit lifts as happiness that I only feel when I'm near him fills me. I want to run to him but I can't create that much of a scene. Our lives are all about avoiding unnecessary attention, so I force myself to maintain a leisurely pace as I walk to him. He's wearing a tight, white t-shirt and blue jeans. It not only shows off the tattoos spiraling up his arms but it also shows the definition of his abdomen and super cut pecs.
"Hey sweetness," Jans says.
"Hey yourself," I smile.
Just seeing him makes everything better. I can walk on air when I’m with him. He opens the door for me and waits until I get in. Once I've settled myself into the seat, he walks around and climbs in the other side. I'm staring out the window at the high school and I see Danny with his three closest friends staring at me, pissed off expressions on their faces. I surreptitiously flip him off. I don't want Jans to know what's going on but I also don't want Danny to think he can get away with treating me like he does.
"How was your day?" Jans asks as he pulls into traffic leaving the school behind.
"You know, just another day at school."
"Yeah," he says.
“How soon is your next fight?" I ask.
"Two days," he says.
"Are you ready?"
"Are you kidding?" he glances at me and gives me a rare full smile.
"What, you never know," I say. "Everybody's got to lose some time."
"Not me," he says.
"Well, good, I don't want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours."
He laughs and glances at me before returning his eyes to the road. His hand rests on my thigh and we drive in silence. It's a comfortable silence. The kind of silence that only comes when you know the other person so well speaking becomes less necessary.
"So, what do you want for your birthday?" he asks.
"Nothing really."
"It's your eighteenth birthday. We need to do some special."
"Mom says Vinnie's planning something for me," I reply.
Jans’ hands tighten on the steering will. I touch his bicep loving the way the hard steel of his muscles feels but also trying to calm him.
"I hate that son of a bitch," Jans growls.
"I know. What can we do? You know he'll never let us go."
"He's been pulling me into his business more," Jans says.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I have to go with Lou on collection runs. He says my reputation makes them go easier."
"I didn't know," I say scooting closer to him.
"I didn't want you to know."
"Jans, I don't want you hiding anything from me. You don't have to, ever."
"I know."
"We have to get out of here," I say, not for the first time.
"I'm working on something."
"What?"
"It's not ready yet. Give me some time.”
It's not the first time he’s said something like this. I want to argue with him, ask questions, I want to know more. But I know from experience he'll just clam up and say nothing. So I let it go.
"So back to your birthday," Jans says. "There's nothing special you want?"
"Besides to be free?"
Jan snorts and nods. We pull up in front of the mansion. The guards are still outside the door as always. They stare at us and I know they report everything to Vinnie. Jans and I have to be careful, especially here.
"Hey, th
ink you could help me with my algebra?" I ask Jans as we walk up the steps.
"Sure," he says not missing a beat.
It’s part of the code we’ve worked out with each other. In a house where everything has eyes and every person might betray you, secrecy becomes important. We go to my room and as soon as the doors closes he takes me in his arms. Our lips crush together with all the desire and need of desperation. I hunger for his touch, all day long this is all I think about. These moments we’re together. At last we break the kiss then walk over and sit on the bed together.
"I love you," I say.
"I love you, too," he says. “I need you to trust me.”
I look at him in surprise. This isn’t the kind of thing he usually says.
“What’s going on, Jans?”
“There’s going to be some bad shit,” he says. “I need you to keep your head down.”
“Okay, Jans. You know I trust you.”
"Good," he says.
He leans in and we kiss. I run my hands across his hard body, tracing the lines of his overly defined muscles. He's unbelievably sexy and desire blooms inside of me. I've wanted to consummate our love many times, but Jans’ restraint is a rock. We make out, fool around, but he absolutely refuses to have sex with me until I'm eighteen. I know he's not just worried about the law, after all we’re both part of a criminal family. It's a matter of honor and respect for him. It makes me love him even more, even if it drives me nuts.
His hand slides up under my shirt and it tingles where he touches my skin. I grow moist in my panties and moan as his hand finds my breast, kneading his way up until he finds my nipple. He gently pinches it between his thumb and forefinger and I stiffen in response, waves of pleasure running through my body. I moan into his mouth and thrust my hips against him. I can feel the rock hard steel of his cock bulging against his pants. My hand fumbles with the button of his jeans until at last it pops free. His cock is straining so hard to get out that the zipper starts undoing itself. I slide my hand under his boxers and take his mighty girth, stroking slowly up and down. He moans into my mouth. I pull back from him, staring into his eyes, I silently beg him to give it all to me. I want him to take me, right here, right now, but he gives me the most imperceptible shake of his head. His willpower is incredible. I know he wants me. I know how hard it is for me to not take him and I can't imagine it’s any easier for him to not consummate our love.
"Please," I beg.
"Not yet," he says softly. "I want it to be special. I want it to be worthy of you."
My body has other ideas. I ache for him with a deep, pulsing need. I tighten my grip on his cock and pull then I'm rewarded by the first hints of stickiness in my hand as I reach the head.
"You want me," I say.
"Yes," he says.
I push him off of me and he doesn't resist. I see the hurt in his eyes but I've got something planned. I sit up on the bed and pull my shirt over my head, my left breast is already hanging out of my bra so I undo it and set them both free. Then I take my pants and slide them down over my hips so that I'm naked and exposed before him. The way his eyes roam over me, the way he licks his lips, the way I see him swallow hard makes me feel desired and beautiful in ways that only he can make me feel. I spread my legs exposing my most inner self to him. I take my right hand and slowly trace the line down across my breasts and across my stomach until I reach my inner folds.
Jans moans as his hand slides under the waistband of his boxers. He’s stroking himself and it makes me want him even more. My mind is shutting down as it's flooded with desire and need. There's an empty ache inside of me begging to be filled. I trace the lines of my opening down, in, and back up until I reached the top where my pearl is hidden inside folds of delicate skin. I press down and rub bringing some measure of relief to myself. I can feel an orgasm winding up inside. I moan and rock my hips while keeping my eyes locked on Jans. His gaze darts between my eyes and what my hand is doing. As I begin to rub faster he strokes in time. I groan and Jans grunts.
"Oh god, LeAnne," Jans exclaims.
I smile as the spring of my pleasure tightens. It builds in my belly and as it does, I rub faster, rubbing my pearl with wild abandon. The sound of his hand stroking his cock makes it even better, knowing he’s getting off on me. He may not be ready to give me everything yet but I can give him this. As my orgasm takes me my toes curl up, my back arches, and my hair tingles. I hear Jans cry out and then his hot load dumps on my stomach. I open my eyes and he smiles shaking his head.
"I love you, LeAnne," he says.
"I love you, too," I reply.
I push myself through two more minutes on the speed bag. Every muscle screams to stop but I tell them when to stop, they don't tell me. I've spent all my life training to be the best. I’m in command.
"Time!" Nate, my coach, calls.
I don't hesitate to grab the jump rope and start. The biggest aspect to being a successful fighter in an underground free-for-all is endurance. A lot of guys don't understand that. They think if you're big, strong, overly muscled, then you have the edge. They're wrong. They don't understand that it's much more than brute strength. Even the ones who get it don't focus enough on their endurance. I've won more fights than I can count on one hand because I can last longer.
"Time!" Nate calls.
I drop to the floor and start working the body bag. I pound and ground it then flip it over the top of me and start again. Every thirty seconds I repeat the move. After five minutes of this Nate calls time again. I stand up and sweat is pouring from me.
"You're ready," Nate says.
"Of course I am," I reply.
"Don't get cocky, kid," Nate says.
I walk a slow circle letting my heart rate return to a normal resting state. I have to be ready. Only a few more fights and I can get us out of here. Vinnie takes most of the money for my fights but I've been stashing every dime I get. I’ve got it in hidden accounts that Vinnie doesn't know about. It's almost enough.
"Mind if we knock off early?" I ask Nate.
"Why, you got a hot date?" Nate asks.
"Something like that," I reply.
I like Nate but it doesn't mean I trust him. No one can know about LeAnne and me. If Vinnie finds out, I know for certain he'll kill us both. I can't let that happen.
"Sure, kid," Nate says. "You did good work today."
"Thanks," I reply.
Nate doesn't give compliments often. When he does, I know I've earned it. I throw a towel around my neck and head for the shower that's attached to my bedroom. I let the hot water beat away the exhaustion as steam fills the room. The handle to the bathroom turns and I tense preparing myself to attack. I don’t give any sign that I'm aware of it until the sliding door of the shower moves and I swing. I manage to stop just before hitting LeAnne.
"Hey," she says smiling past my fist. "Jumpy much?"
"LeAnne, what are you doing in here?"
She looks at my stiffening cock and smiles.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" she asks reaching down and grabbing my dick in her hand.
"LeAnne, we can't get caught," I protest but holy shit her small, soft hand on my cock feels like fucking heaven.
"How many of the guys actually come and check on you in the shower?" she asks.
I can’t argue her point or ignore how good she feels. The number of nights I've laid in bed dreaming of being with her fully are more than I can number. I've held off because I want her to be eighteen. I want her to be fully aware and make her decisions for herself. Unlike the life I've been forced to live, hers is going to be better. I'm going to make it better. No one will stand in my way. My balls tighten as she continues to stroke.
"You're going to make a mess," I say.
"Well, I certainly hope so," she laughs.
She increases the speed of her stroking and my balls pull up against me. My cock is hard as a rock. It spasms in her hand and then it's pumping my load out onto the floor of the shower to be ch
ased down the drain by the water. She leans in kissing me as she continues lightly stroking my still hard cock.
"Haven't you had enough?" I ask.
"I can never have enough of you," she says laughing. "Besides I was hoping to find out what you’re doing for me?"
"And you thought a little sexual bribery would help?"
"Well, it can't hurt can it?"
"It's a surprise, LeAnne," I say, not for the first time.
"Okay, if you're sure I can't… convince you," she says still grinning while stroking my cock.
"I'm sure," I say.
She steps back and lets me finish my shower. When I’m done, I step out and grab a towel to dry off.
"Can't blame a girl for trying."
"I think you're gonna like it," I say. "I want to give you something special to help you deal with whatever Vinnie's got planned."
"Yeah," she says. "How bad do you think it will be?"
I shrug and wrap the towel around my waist.
"He likes to make a show of things," I say. "Lou says he's invited all five Families."
"Great," she says. "By the way, there's a big senior bash I'm supposed to go to but I don't want to go alone. Any chance you could go with me?"
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
"What's the worst that could happen?"
I don't answer her. She knows. People in this house have disappeared. I walk out of the bathroom into my bedroom and drop the towel. I pull on my clothes then turn back to LeAnne.
"I'm going to get us out of here soon," I say.