Mistletoe Bully

by Amy Brown

  “Fuck me, Palmer,” she moans. “I need you.”

  My lust surges, and I rip her blouse open. Little buttons go flying and her round breasts are exposed. No panties and no bra. Jesus, she came ready to fuck. “You really wanted this, didn’t you?” I nip her neck and cup her full tits. I bend down and suck her pink nipples, and she clutches me and moans.

  “What if I just fuck you without a rubber?” I bite her nipples and she arches her back and cries out. “What if I just come inside you and get you pregnant?” The idea of that is terrifying and erotic. “I’ll fuck you until my come is spilling out of your cunt.”

  She shudders and pulls her skirt up to her waist. “Yes.” She’s a gorgeous slutty sight with her boobs bouncing loose, and her pink wet cunt exposed. “Do it. Do it.”

  There’s no way I’ll be that reckless with her. I care about her too much. But, oh, fuck I’m tempted. I push the seeping head of my dick up to her lush pussy. Just a few thrusts and I’d be inside her hot body.

  She wants it. Just do it.

  I kiss her, sucking on her tongue and hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I break the kiss and force myself to grab the condom from my wallet. She bites her swollen lips, and almost looks disappointed.

  I roll the condom on my cock, and kiss her gently. “I care about you too much to risk it, Adalee.”

  She nods, and her eyes warm. “Thank you, Palmer.” She pushes her hips forward, parting her thighs wider. “Thank you.”

  I grab her thighs, digging my hands into her soft flesh, and I push inside her. She groans and shudders, and I almost lose my shit as her tight slit squeezes my cock. She fits around me like a wet, hot glove. I start thrusting into her deeper and faster, listening to her moans and pants against my ear. I relish the desperate cries that come from her lips.

  “I’m gonna come,” she wheezes. “Oh, fuck.”

  I piston my hips, well aware we’re being so noisy anyone outside the door will know what we’re doing. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I’m on the edge, about to explode inside her and lose all control.

  Her nails dig into my buttocks, and I press my finger on her clit, watching her unravel as I stroke the little bundle of nerves. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she comes, quivering and shuddering around my thrusting dick.

  Then I’m coming too; so hard my legs almost give out. I see stars as I let loose, and she kisses me as I empty what feels like a gallon of semen into the condom. Thank goodness I didn’t take her bare. She’d have been pregnant for sure. I continue to thrust up into her drenched pussy until we both fall silent. She’s breathing hard, her breath hot against my neck.

  I hold her against me, and my chest aches with all the emotions I feel for her. I think I love her, but I’m too scared to acknowledge that. I’ve never wanted to protect or cherish anyone like I do Adalee. I just want her with me. Beside me. I want to wake up to her every morning, and go to bed with her every night.

  Someone knocks on the door and Adalee gasps. I slide my dick out of her, and flush the condom. Then I help her off the sink. Shit, I ripped her blouse open, and now I’m not sure what to do about that. I slip out of my hoodie and give it to her. She takes it with a self-conscious laugh. I zip up my pants, and straighten my clothes. She looks like she’s just been fucked. Her lips are red and swollen from my kisses, her cheeks pink, and her eyes have that sleepy hazy look sex gives you.

  Anyone who looks at her will know what we did. I find I don’t give a shit. I’m actually busting with pride that she’s mine. And she is mine too. Hopefully Adalee understands that because I’m not sharing her with any other guys. Not Dirk. Not anybody.

  We leave the bathroom, and find Gloria waiting outside the door. I have my hand on Adalee’s back and feel her stiffen. Gloria’s eyes go wide and her mouth becomes a hard line.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” she growls.

  Adalee puts her head down and heads toward our table, but I pause. “What’s your problem, Gloria?”

  “You told Sabrina you weren’t fucking that girl,” she hisses.

  “I wasn’t.” I narrow my eyes. “Now I am.”

  Her face flushes. “You’ll be sorry you chose that little nobody over Sabrina.”

  “Fuck off, Gloria,” I say, pushing past her. I join Adalee at our table, but she’s already packed everything away in her backpack. I don’t blame her for wanting to get the hell out of here now.

  We go outside to my car, and climb in. I’m worried she regrets what we did because she’s so quiet, but when I glance at her, she’s watching me with a little smile. I return her grin. “What are the odds Gloria would be the person outside the door?”

  She winces. “God. She’s going to tell Sabrina for sure.”

  “Let her. Sabrina isn’t my girlfriend.”

  “I don’t think she understands that,” she murmurs.

  I start the car and back out of the parking lot. “What shall we do now?”

  She sighs. “We can hang out at my house.”

  “I thought Luke was there.”

  She laughs. “He is. I didn’t want to go there if we were going to… you know… fuck. But now it’s okay.”

  “Got it.” I nod. “What if I want to fuck you again though?”

  She swivels in her seat to face me, and she has a sly smile. “Then I guess we’ll have to make a Starbucks run.”

  I chuckle. “You continue to surprise me, Adalee.”

  She tilts her head, and says softly, “You too, Palmer.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Adalee

  I have mixed feelings about my math final. I think I did okay, but I keep second guessing all my answers. It’s too late now since I’ve already turned in my test, but the doubts linger.

  “You look so serious,” Emma says softly, biting into her burrito.

  We’re at lunch and it’s the last day of school before the Christmas break. Tomorrow is Christmas, and I can’t wait for a whole three weeks of sleeping in, and eating turkey leftovers. “I was just thinking about my math test.”

  Emma nods. “Oh. Well, you did your best. Not much else you can do.”

  “I know.” Between math and Sabrina, I’m afraid I’m getting an ulcer. I’ve only seen Sabrina from afar since the Christmas dance. I’ve hung out with Palmer every night, but he doesn’t tend to come around me a lot at school. I’m not sure if that’s because he wants our relationship to be a secret? If that’s the reason, is he hiding us because he’s embarrassed to be seen with me, or is he just trying not to get Sabrina worked up?

  “How are things going with Palmer?” Emma asks quietly as if reading my mind.

  I told her about me and Palmer because I had to tell someone, and she’s my best friend. She wasn’t pleased. She doesn’t trust Palmer and finds it suspicious he avoids me at school. Since I don’t know why he avoids me, I can’t reassure her his motives are pure. All I know is he treats me like a princess when we’re alone, and I’m falling in love with him.

  I’m falling in love with Palmer Jackson.

  That’s a terrifying thought. I don’t want to get hurt, and he could crush me. My feelings are so strong for him, if he’s just playing with me, it will destroy me. I pray he’s as into me as he says he is. Of course, neither of us have used the L word yet. It’s almost slipped out a few times, but I’ve managed to not completely humiliate myself.

  Luke and Dirk are laughing with each other about a YouTube video they find funny. I finish my sandwich, and am about to get up to throw the wrapper away, when Emma groans.

  “Shit.” She’s looking past me.

  I know instinctively it’s Sabrina approaching. I turn so that my back isn’t to her, and she stops in front of me. She has Gloria with her and a small group of students. I meet her gaze boldly, knowing I shouldn’t show any weakness or she’ll just be worse.

  “I heard some disturbing news, and I wanted to get confirmation from the slutty horse’s mouth.” Her voice is harsh.

  My face
warms when some of the kids nearby laugh. “What do you want to know, Sabrina?”

  “Is it true you’re fucking my boyfriend?” Her eyes flash with anger.

  “Palmer is not your boyfriend,” snaps Emma.

  Sabrina turns her furious gaze on Emma. “Fuck off. This has nothing to do with you.”

  “I’m not gonna just stand by and let you bully Adalee.” Emma stands.

  I stand too because I’m afraid Emma is going to get hurt. “It’s fine, Emma,” I say. “Sabrina should probably hear the truth.”

  Sabrina curls her lip. “Meaning what?”

  I clear my throat. “Yes, me and Palmer have… been hanging out.”

  “Is that what they call it now?” Gloria laughs.

  I shrug. “None of this is your business. It’s between Palmer and me.”

  “I told you to stay away from him,” Sabrina hisses. “You didn’t listen, and now you have to pay the price.”

  A chill goes down my spine as she takes a step closer. Luke and Dirk stand up, and come around the table to stand beside me.

  “Back off, Sabrina,” Luke grumbles.

  She glares at him. “She can’t just fuck my boyfriend and get away with it.”

  “You’re delusional,” I say. “He isn’t your boyfriend.” I can’t believe I’m having this immature conversation in front of half of the school. It’s humiliating. I hate this kind of high school drama.

  “You think he’s yours?” She looks like she has a bad taste in her mouth. “He fucks a different girl every week, but he always comes back to me.”

  “If that’s true, why would you even want him?” I ask, cringing. “Don’t you have any self-respect?”

  “He’s a man, and men have needs.” Even she looks like she’s embarrassed to say that nonsense.

  If Palmer is sleeping with other girls, he’s hiding it really well. I’m not sure when he’d even find the time since he’s always with me when we’re not at school. The idea he might be sleeping around makes my stomach ache. We never said we were exclusive, but I assumed it was understood. He certainly didn’t like the idea of me seeing other guys, I figured he knew I’d feel the same about him and other girls.

  Maybe I’m being naive.

  “I think you and Palmer need to have a serious talk, Sabrina. I have nothing to do with your relationship.” I try to keep my voice even, so that I don’t make her any angrier than she is. But it doesn’t work, and when she throws her ice cold soda in my face, I’m completely shocked. I sputter and wipe at my face, and Luke lunges toward her.

  Emma grabs his arm. “No, Luke. You’ll just get suspended.”

  I point at Sabrina. “That’s assault.”

  Sabrina smirks. “It was an accident.” She addresses the kids gathering around us. “Right guys?”

  A bunch of the kids snicker and nod.

  When Palmer appears behind her, I have a momentary panicked feeling. It reminds me of when we first met. Is he going to take her side? I meet his blank gaze and my heart pounds. This is a moment of truth and I’m not ready for it. If he takes her side against me, we’re done forever. The idea of that breaks my heart.

  His emotionless gaze runs over my face, taking in the soda dripping down my cheeks. He wrinkles his brow and turns to Sabrina. “What the fuck are you doing?” he demands.

  She doesn’t look the least bit repentant. She turns to him and yells, “I told you not to sleep with her.”

  His jaw tenses. “Who says I did?”

  I’m not sure what to make of his response. Is he trying to defuse the situation, or is he embarrassed anyone would know we’ve had sex?

  Gloria snorts. “You two were so loud in that bathroom, I’m sure the whole west side of town heard you screwing.”

  My face flushes with heat, and I drop my gaze to the ground. I don’t want to see all the shocked looks from the crowd. Sabrina has called me a slut since day one, now she finally has a reason.

  “I want that slut exiled,” growls Sabrina. “You know the rules. She’s offended me beyond repair, and I want her shunned.”

  Emma shifts uneasily beside me. “That’s way too extreme, Sabrina. Even if they did sleep together, Palmer is as much at fault as Adalee. You can’t just shun Adalee.”

  Palmer gives Emma a surly glance. “I can’t be shunned.”

  I’m a bit disappointed in his response. “But you see no problem with me being shunned?” I ask gruffly.

  He turns his gaze on me, and a muscle jerks in his cheek. “I didn’t say that.”

  “Yeah, you’re not saying much of anything,” I snap.

  He moves closer and says quietly, “I’m hoping we can all just calm down.”

  “I’m perfectly calm.” I push my damp hair off my brow. The soda is beginning to dry into a sticky film on my face. “Not so sure about your girlfriend.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend,” he mutters.

  I hold up my hands. “You know what, you two deserve each other.” I try to push past Palmer, but his grip on my arm is like steel.

  “Hold up, Adalee,” he says softly.

  I try to pull my arm loose, to no avail. “Let go.”

  “Not yet.” He faces Sabrina. “Adalee isn’t getting shunned.”

  “Why not?” demands Sabrina, veins bulging in her neck.

  “Because she’s mine, and I protect what’s mine.” He lifts his chin, and he scans the crowd of students. “If anyone hurts Adalee in any way, you have to deal with me.”

  When he finally speaks up for me, a sense of calm sinks in. I was worried there for a minute, but he came through.

  “She’s yours?” Sabrina’s laugh is borderline hysterical. “Why would you want a low class whore like her?”

  “You should watch your mouth,” Palmer snarls.

  Sabrina’s eyes widen. “Or what?”

  He twists his lips. “Or maybe you’re the one who gets shunned.”

  “Excuse me?” She looks like she’s about to bust a spring. “Me? You can’t shun me!”

  He addresses the crowd. “If you’re with Sabrina, you’re against me. It’s that simple. You need to choose a side, now.”

  The crowd looks confused and everyone starts muttering to one another. Slowly, kids break off and move either to Sabrina’s side or Palmers. I’m relieved to see more people gathering behind Palmer than Sabrina. Maybe she bullied one too many students over the years. There’s no question a lot of people hate Sabrina. Palmer can be an asshole, but most of the time he keeps to himself. Looks like that’s paying off.

  Sabrina notices her numbers are smaller, and she pales. Her face twitches with rage, but she seems to get control of herself. “There’s no need to force people to choose.” Her voice wobbles with anger. “If this little whore means that much to you, then I’ll withdraw my request to exile her. For now.”

  Thank goodness we’re not in medieval times because I have a feeling if Sabrina could have me beheaded, she would.

  Palmer still looks angry, and for one second I think he’s going to reject her olive branch just to teach her a lesson. I shift uneasily, and meet his gaze. It’s best for everyone if this just ends. I hope he can see that’s what I’m trying to convey. He blinks at me, and then the tension leaves his jaw.

  He shrugs. “Whatever you say, Sabrina. So long as you understand Adalee is with me, and therefore off limits.”

  “Of course,” she snaps. With her nose in the air, she strides out of the cafeteria, and her group follows her, looking shell-shocked.

  Emma slumps. “She’s insane with jealousy.”

  Luke puts his arm around my shoulders. “Jesus that bitch is nuts,” he rasps.

  “Yeah. She’s scary.” Dirk shakes his head.

  Palmer lets go of my arm. “I hoped we could keep her in the dark until after Christmas vacation.” He sighs. “But now the cat is out of the bag.”

  “Is that a problem for you?” Emma asks, giving him a wary glance.

  Palmer shrugs. “I was trying to protec
t Adalee. I knew if Sabrina found out we were seeing each other; she’d want to do something awful.”

  “Gloria knew about us, so of course Sabrina knew.” I meet his gaze. “Did you really think she’d keep that a secret?”

  “I hoped if I avoided you at school, she’d think we were just a fling.” His voice is emotionless.

  “Are you just a fling?” Emma asks gruffly.

  My face warms at her blunt question. The last thing I want is to discuss the nature of my relationship with Palmer in front of Luke, Dirk, and half the school. “I need to get to class,” I blurt out.

  Palmer nods. “Yeah, me too.”

  I’m sort of worried that all of this nonsense will make Palmer question why he’s been seeing me. I want to avoid that conversation if possible, so I say my goodbyes and bolt toward the exit. Palmer catches me in the hallway.

  “Adalee, wait up.” He grabs my arm, and he’s breathless.

  I stop walking, and I meet his gaze. “I really do need to get to class.”

  “I know. But… you seem weird.”

  I clamp my jaw. “I’m just worried about how I did on my math quiz.”

  He narrows his eyes. “Bullshit.”

  Surprised he isn’t buying my excuse, I laugh. “What?”

  He sighs. “I’ve been hoping I could spare you what just happened.” He rakes a hand through his blond hair. “I was gambling if I avoided you at school, maybe Sabrina would leave you alone. Obviously, I was wrong.”

  “That was why you never hang out with me at school?” I frown.

  He nods. “Yeah. I was trying not to make things worse.”

  I chew my lip, studying him for any sign he’s lying. “I wasn’t sure what your reasons were.”

  He moves closer. “Why didn’t you ask me what my reasons were?”

  I inhale his clean scent, and look into his beautiful green eyes. “I was afraid of the answer,” I admit.