Mistletoe Bully

by Amy Brown

  She doesn’t protest when I slide my hands up her body and cup her breasts. I rub my thumb over the nub of her nipples and they harden and stand up against the material of her dress. I’ll bet she’s wet. Dripping even. She’s definitely turned on like me. I know time is running out, and I take a chance. I may never get this close to her again. I tug her dress up and push her silky panties aside, slipping my fingers into her underwear.

  She inhales sharply, and another delightful moan escapes her. She’s drenched like I knew she’d be, and my heart rate speeds up. This is nuts. She was only doing this because she was trying to prove a point, and now I’m sliding my fingers between the soft folds of her pussy, and she’s gasping into my mouth. She shudders as I rub gently against her clit, and it takes all of my control not to push my fingers inside her. She wants it. I can feel her need like an oven, and fuck knows I want it too.

  We haven’t said a word since the kiss started. I don’t think I could form words if I wanted to. I’m so entranced by her warm skin and the musky scent of her arousal. God, I want to fuck her so bad. But there’s no time. I’m sure we have two minutes tops left. Just enough time to make her come though. Should I? Should I do it?

  I kiss her harder, and begin to finger her clit more intensely. She’s so fucking wet, I just want to kneel between her knees and lick at her juices. But instead, I focus on pleasuring her. For whatever reason, this has become all about her. Every guy in that room wanted her tonight, and I’m the one with his hand inside her panties making her moan. I push just the tip of my finger into her pussy.

  She shudders and tangles her fingers into my hair, opening her thighs wider. “Oh, God,” she whispers, rolling her hips seductively. “Oh, God.”

  She’s on the edge. She’s going to come any second. I’d kill to get her into my bed. I can just picture her on top of me, sliding up and down on my cock, her breasts bouncing as she pleasures herself. I’d come in her bareback too. I’d fill her so fucking full, it would run down her soft white thighs.

  I push my finger deeper into her tight heat, and with my other hand roll her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She cries out my name, and her entire body spasms, as her pussy quakes around my finger. Fucking beautiful. My hand is drenched from her climax, and she’s breathing hard, still holding onto me. Shudders rack her slender frame and she kisses my mouth tenderly.

  “Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you, Palmer.”

  The emotions I experience while holding her are insane. I’d expected her to be furious at me. I thought she’d be humiliated and curse me. But she’s letting me still hold her, and she’s thanking me for getting her off? I don’t begin to understand this crazy girl. But I can’t for the life of me let go of her either. My cock is aching and hard, but all I can do is cradle this nutty bitch in my arms as if she’s given me a gift.

  “They’re going to open the door,” I rasp, pulling my hand from her underwear. I don’t want anyone to know what we did. I’m still in shock at what just happened. I’ve never taken it this far with anyone during Seven Minutes to Heaven. Frankly, I don’t know if I’ve ever enjoyed actual fucking as much as I just enjoyed getting Adalee off.

  I help her straighten her dress, feeling like a king for pleasuring her and a chump for ending up with blue balls for the night. I don’t know what to make of this dysfunctional connection we have. How can we hate each other but want this with each other too?

  The closet door opens suddenly, and Rudy is standing there grinning. “Sounds like you kids had a good time in there.” He’s laughing because I’m sure he thinks any sounds we made were purely an act. “So tell me, Palmer, did you and Adalee kiss?”

  I avoid his gaze and force a gloating smile. “Oh, yeah. We shared a little kiss.”

  The crowd cheers like the audience at a battle of gladiators. Adalee’s cheeks are rosy and she won’t meet my gaze. She doesn’t say a word. She just heads back toward her friends. Jealousy spikes through me when Dirk pulls her close. I want to march over and tell him I just had my hands on her clit so he should back the fuck off, but of course I don’t. I simply keep my self-satisfied smile in place.

  When I head back toward the bar, I see Sabrina watching me. She knows me better than most of these losers, not counting Rudy. Her eyes are dark and angry, and I swear she knows what happened between me and Adalee. My face warms but I hold her furious gaze defiantly. She doesn’t own me.

  No one does. That includes that crazy bitch Adalee.

  Chapter Seven

  Adalee

  What the hell just happened?

  I don’t know what came over me. I’d acted like a whore just now in that closet. I’d only kissed Palmer because he’d egged me on by calling me an ice princess, and the next thing I’d known I was letting him finger fuck me? I’d never let anyone touch me like that. Ever. The first time I do something like that I let it be Palmer? The one guy in the world I can honestly say I loathe?

  I can barely meet Dirk’s eyes when I come out of the closet. Jesus, I can just imagine what he and the others would think about me now. Palmer could use this against me if he wanted to. After all, I hadn’t done anything to him, he’d done it all to me. Had he planned that? How could he have? He’d have had no way of knowing I would be loony enough to let him touch me like that.

  Granted, I’ve been a bit horny lately, but there’s no excuse for my behavior with Palmer. He had his finger inside me. Did that mean I wasn’t a virgin anymore? I had no idea what the parameters were for stuff like that. Did only a dick entering you make you spoiled? Would Princess Diana still have been able to marry Prince Charles if someone else had finger fucked her? I had no clue.

  “Are you okay?” Emma asks me softly.

  I nod and finish off my seven and seven. I’ve only had one. I can’t even use the excuse that I’m drunk. Truth be told, I’d really wanted Palmer in that moment. He’d smelled so clean and his cologne was nice. His body was warm and hard, and I’d been able to feel his need clearly. But I hadn’t let him touch me intimately because he’d wanted me. No, that had been me giving into my carnal needs. Could grief and stress turn you into a whore?

  “You sure?” Emma nudges, pulling me aside. Her gaze is concerned. “Did he push things too far in there?”

  I stifle the groan that wants out. “No.”

  Would you believe I did?

  “Something’s wrong. I can tell. You’re acting different than when you went in the closet with him.” She gnaws her lip, studying me.

  “It’s just weird kissing a guy I hate,” I lie. I could probably tell Emma the truth. She doesn’t strike me as a judgmental kind of girl. But if I’m wrong? I’d lose the only friend I have.

  “You sure that’s all it is?” She gives Palmer a dirty look. “I wouldn’t put it past him to get all handsy in there with you. Pervert.”

  I cringe inwardly, remembering how politely he’d helped me straighten my dress before the door opened. “He was fine.”

  Luke walks up at that moment, and he addresses Emma. “Do you want to dance?” He kind of blurts it out, as if he’s been working himself up for hours just to ask her this important question.

  She looks surprised, but she nods. “Um… sure.”

  I watch them head out into the crush of writhing bodies. Dirk comes over as soon as Emma leaves. “Are you having fun?” he yells over the music.

  I nod. I was having fun until The Closet Incident, as it shall now be known. I try to push away thoughts of Palmer so I can focus on Dirk. He’s a nice guy. I should put more effort into getting to know him instead of fixating on Palmer.

  “How about you?” I ask, forcing a smile.

  “Definitely.” He bops his head to the music. “I’m just looking forward to when they hand out the prizes.”

  “Oh, yeah.” I’d forgotten about the prizes.

  He clears his throat. “So… do you have a boyfriend back in New York?”

  His tone is way too casual. Guys only ask you that when they’
re interested in you. I don’t want Dirk to get too interested in me. I don’t think he’s someone I would want to date, and then things would get awkward if I have to firmly friend-zone him. “I had a boyfriend. We’re not together anymore.”

  He looks pleased. “I see.”

  I decide to try and head him off at the pass. “I’m not really interested in dating right now. I’m still grieving.”

  His gaze flickers, but being the nice guy he is, he hides his disappointment. “Oh, yeah. Of course. You’ll need lots of time to heal.”

  “Yeah.” If only he could have seen me “healing” in the closet with Palmer.

  Jesus. I’m the worst.

  I feel bad for him, so I ask him to dance. He brightens at that, and he leads me out to the floor. Palmer is nowhere to be seen. He’s probably off somewhere in a closet with some other girl. I concentrate on Dirk. He has such a nice smile. He has such nice hair. He has such nice manners. Dirk is so, so, nice. Why am I not feeling it with him? Why am I attracted to a guy like Palmer, when there’s someone so kind right in front of me? Maybe when he bumped my head with the door yesterday it knocked something loose. A concussion might explain my bizarre behavior tonight.

  An hour passes with more dancing and drinking. Finally, when midnight strikes, Palmer reappears. I don’t know him very well but he looks inebriated. He’s usually very in control, and his emotions are hidden. But he looks different. Vulnerable. That doesn’t even seem possible when talking about Palmer, but there’s something different about him.

  “Okay everybody.” He’s holding a golden staff. I have no idea where he got it or why he’s holding it. This is my first Harbor Academy Christmas party after all. “Time to hand out the prizes.”

  Everybody yells happily, and he gives a smug smile. Rudy joins him, and they once again pass around paper and pens. We all write our names down and hand them forward for our chance at winning a prize. Everybody’s pretty toasted by now, and I suspect Uber drivers will be very busy tonight. At least, I hope so, none of these people should be driving.

  Rudy holds the hat that contains all of our names, and Sabrina and Palmer pull the slips of paper out. I can’t take my eyes off of Palmer. My heart beats so fast whenever our eyes meet. I have no illusions what happened in the closet means anything, but I can’t control my reaction.

  I’m amazed at how cool the prizes are. Yeah, I had to pay five dollars to get into the party, however if I walk away with the $500 iPhone, I guess I got my money’s worth. Dirk wins a pair of Bluetooth headphones, and I could swear when he goes up to get them, Palmer gives him a dirty look. Dirk is such a nice guy. I’m not sure what Palmer could possibly have against him. Dirk trots back toward me, grinning.

  “This is the first year I’ve ever won anything.” He looks happy. “You must be good luck for me, Adalee.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that.” I laugh.

  I notice Luke and Emma look more relaxed with each other. I’m pretty sure Luke has a crush on her. At first I wasn’t sure, but now I am. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to have the nerve to put his arm around her. He needs to step up his game if he wants to keep her. Especially after tonight, because she’s so pretty. Once these horny high school boys figure out what a catch she is, Luke will be left in the dust if he isn’t more aggressive.

  When Palmer calls out my name, at first I’m not sure why. Then it dawns on me everybody is staring at me, and that I won a prize. I’m shocked because I really didn’t think I would. I don’t even know what it is I won yet. I was too distracted staring at Luke and Emma. Dirk pats my back, and the people around me start pushing me gently toward the front of the crowd. Sabrina is looking at me with her usual disdain, and my face feels hot.

  Palmer is holding an iPad, and my eyes widen. I won an iPad? Palmer’s expression is neither friendly nor unfriendly. He certainly doesn’t look like a man who just brought me to orgasm. I can barely look at him as I near, the memory of our time in the closet is still too fresh in my mind. I reach out my hands to take the box from him, and Sabrina sticks her foot out and trips me.

  My only thought as I’m falling is, thank goodness I didn’t have my hands on the iPad yet, because I’m sure I’d crush it when I land on top of it. I can’t get my footing because I’m wearing high heels, and I’m not really great at wearing heels. I have to give Rudy props for trying to half-heartedly catch me, which is more than I can say for Palmer. Palmer watches me coolly as I slam onto the floor. I manage to get my hands down in time, so that my face doesn’t smash into the tile.

  A collective gasp goes up from the crowd, as Sabrina cackles loudly. I’m mortified, and in pain too because my knees take the brunt of my fall. A few kids laugh, but mostly it’s quiet, but then I hear Emma cursing Sabrina and somebody is helping me to my feet. I realize it’s Palmer who’s got his hands under my arms, lifting me up. I jerk away from him, embarrassed and suspicious that him and Sabrina planned this humiliation for me.

  His eyes flicker when I reject his help, and I grab the iPad that is tucked under his arm. My knees throb and I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow. I run a shaky hand over my hair, and say loudly, “Thank you. I didn’t expect to win anything.”

  Sabrina’s mouth hardens. “You are not welcome.”

  I’m tempted to tell her what Palmer did to me in the closet. I know it would kill her to know the truth. But I can’t bring myself to say the words. Even knowing it would gut her, I don’t do it. I tell myself my reticence is because I don’t want this group of people to know. But the truth is what happened between Palmer and me felt almost special. That was, until he watched me fall like a redwood tree without trying to stop me from hitting the ground.

  I stalk back to my group clutching my iPad. Emma immediately hugs me, and Dirk glares at Sabrina. Luke is nowhere around, and I’m not sure where he’s gone.

  “I’m gonna kill that bitch,” hisses Emma.

  “I’ll help you.” Dirk clenches his fists.

  I force a weak smile. “You don’t think it was an accident?”

  Neither one of them laughs.

  Emma bends over to examine my knees, and winces. “Ouch.”

  “I can’t believe she’d be so brazen,” Dirk growls.

  “She’s crazy with jealousy.” Emma scowls. “You should’ve seen her when you guys were in the closet. Rudy had to hold her back from opening the door prematurely.”

  My cheeks heat. I can only imagine my humiliation if she had yanked the door open sooner than expected. Just imagine her delight at finding Palmer’s hands inside my underwear. She’d probably have murdered me on the spot.

  “She has issues,” I mutter. I avoid looking toward Palmer because I’m oddly hurt by the way he let me fall. The nonchalant way he simply watched me plummet to the floor is hard on my pride. Of course, I deserve that for thinking an asshole like him could be anything but an asshole. I’m ashamed I let him touch me intimately. I still don’t know what came over me.

  Gradually people stop staring at me as more prizes are handed out. Dirk hovers even more now which I find annoying. I think something’s wrong with me that I can’t appreciate a nice guy being protective of me, while I fixate on a jerk who fingered my clit, and then let his bitch of a girlfriend trip me. Sabrina isn’t the only one with issues, obviously. I guess Palmer has a type; crazy.

  Once all the prizes are handed out, people begin to slowly filter out of the party. I promised myself I wouldn’t drink too much, and I didn’t. Luke reappears, dodging our questions about where he was. The four of us head outside to his car, and I make sure I pay no attention to where Palmer is. I just want to put this crazy night behind me. I’m going to pretend it never happened.

  The night is chilly and Dirk puts his arm around my shoulders on the way to Luke’s car. He opens the back door for me, and Emma climbs in the front. Dirk slides into the back with me, and right before he closes the door, we hear a high-pitched scream. Dirk slides out of the car, and stares in the direction of where the scre
ech came from.

  I recognize the voice as Sabrina’s, and I frown, wondering what she so upset about. A group of kids gather around her red BMW, some of them point and some of them laugh. I can see Palmer standing beside her, and Rudy is doubled over with laughter.

  “What’s going on?” I ask, frowning.

  “I’m not sure,” murmurs Dirk. “Everybody standing around Sabrina’s car.”

  Luke lets out a funny chuckle, and Emma looks over at him.

  “Luke, what’s so funny?” She asks.

  He shakes his head, but his smile widens.

  Dirk gets back in the car and he punches Luke’s shoulder. “Did you do something? Did you do something to Sabrina’s car?”

  I widen my eyes. “What? Why would Luke do something to Sabrina’s car?”

  Emma points at Luke. “You did, didn’t you? I can tell from your smile you did something mischievous.”

  “Sabrina’s a bitch,” rumbles Luke. He starts the engine and backs down the driveway.

  Grinning, Dirk starts laughing harder. “You’re the best, Luke.”

  “What did you do Luke?” Emma looks excited, not upset. “Did you key her car?”

  “No. That’s so 2018,” Luke says.

  Leaning toward him, Emma says, “Tell us. What did you do?”

  “I may, or may not have punctured all four of her tires, ripped off her side mirrors, and peed in her back seat.” He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh. “But probably not, because I’m too nice of a guy to do anything that horrible.”

  “Oh my God, Luke.” I cover my mouth with my hands. “You did not do that. You did not do all those things to her car.” I’m trying to keep a serious face but I’m finding it impossible. I start to laugh. “Why? Why would you do that?”

  “Why?” He scowls, and meets my gaze in the rearview mirror. “Because nobody fucks with my cousin, and gets away with it.”

  I’m unprepared for the flush of affection that spreads through my chest. Luke and I used to be so close as kids, and I see now that we can be again. Since I’ve been back, I mistook his silence as a lack of emotions, but now I understand he just shows his feelings differently. Actions speak louder than words, they say, and I’m beginning to think they’re absolutely right.