Flawed Choices: A Bully Romance

by J. L. Ostle

  I'm not like most girls where you have sex once with a guy and expect them to be your instant boyfriend. I know it doesn't work like that, so I know if I let Joshua please me, it would benefit me. I would get a good orgasm and he would stop bugging me.

  But I also know he would tell everyone every single dirty detail.

  “You’re thinking about it. I guess your little cunt does work.” I feel his erection press against me, making that ache stronger. “Give me thirty minutes and I will make you feel so good.” He grinds harder against me so that I have to hold onto his upper arms to stop from shaking. I feel his lips go to my neck, and my eyes close as I enjoy the simple feeling of lips on my skin. I get that feeling again, that someone is watching me. I open my eyes and see a very attractive man watching us. He’s leaning against the wall, looking at us like he is watching a TV show. Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes connect with mine, and it makes my whole body heat up.

  How can a look be a stronger feeling than a dick pressing against my core?

  Joshua continues grinding against me, but my focus is on the guy watching me. I look at his dark brown hair, and even with him a few feet away I can tell his eyes are ocean blue. They are very hypnotic. I have never seen anyone as gorgeous as him that isn’t famous. He looks like he could be a celebrity. My eyes stay on him, when Joshua straightens up, blocking my view of the mystery guy. I get a little annoyed and push Joshua away from me.

  He looks at me like I'm crazy. “What the fuck?”

  “I am not letting you fuck me in a room full of people.” I jump off the counter.

  “Then let me take you to my room.” He tries to take my hand, but I pull it away.

  “Nice try Joshua, this ain't happening. When I'm desperate enough, I will give you a call.” I smile sweetly at him and I can see anger build in his eyes.

  “Fucking tease,” he spits at me.

  “Doesn’t stop you to keep trying, though, does it?” I step up closer to him, my body pressed against him. “You know my cunt, as you say, is the Holy Grail. One taste, one feel and you will think you are in heaven. My pussy is tight as fuck. You know it, I know it… the whole fucking damn school knows it.”

  His breathing comes in faster, and I can feel his erection against me.

  I am a tease.

  A very good one.

  It’s the only fun I get to have seeing as I don’t spread my legs for every good-looking guy who thinks that their looks are enough.

  Thinking about looks makes me want to see Mr. Mysterious again.

  “I am sure you will enjoy a good blowjob from one of your many whores.” I walk around him, but he grabs hold of my arm, pulling me into him.

  “I will be inside you,” he growls.

  “We shall see.” I blow him a kiss before walking away from him, but the guy I wanted to see is gone. I look around the room. Nothing. Please don’t tell me I made him up in my head.

  Walking to the area that is meant to be the dancefloor, I see Candice dry humping a guy while they dance. I head towards her and when she spots me, she pulls me into her, her body grinding against mine as the guy’s grinds behind her. His eyes almost bug out seeing that I have joined them.

  Candice smiles wickedly at me, her body pressing harder against me. Her long, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes mean that she screams seduction. I met her during freshman year and we clicked instantly, but unfortunately for me, I have a little girl crush on her and she knows it. I also know that when she has drink in her, she takes advantage of it.

  When her lips land on mine, she kisses me hard, my fingers go to her hair, pulling her into me. When she pulls back a little, she smiles at me, and we all sway to the music. I let the music take over before looking to the side and I see the guy from the kitchen watching me once again.

  His eyes are trained on me.

  Him just looking at me is making me feel tingly.

  Like he knows what I'm thinking, he gives me a smirk and starts walking away. I step away from Candice and begin chasing after the strange guy. Everyone is in my way; I feel like I'm in a maze. Shoving my way through, I head in the direction the guy went but I have lost him again. I get to the stairs and walk up a few steps so I can have a better view of the room in front of me, but I can’t see him anywhere. Sighing in defeat, I head back outside. Grabbing another cigarette, I put it in my mouth and as I search for my lighter, a flame comes in front of me. I look up to see my mystery guy smiling at me.

  Lighting up my fag, I step back, taking him all in.

  Oh, my fucking God. He’s like a sex god on legs.

  “Thank you,” I say, and he bows his head a little. We stand there looking at one another, not saying a word, but the air around us has changed.

  Its charged up.

  He just watches me, looking at me with interest.

  “Are you going to say anything.” My voice gone a little shaky.

  “What would you like me to say?”

  Fuck me, even his voice gives me shivers. “Anything,” I say just above a whisper. I notice his eyes go a little darker. Does he know what effect he is having on me?

  “I've heard men talking about you; I've seen how men look at you. It's fascinating.” He takes a drag of his cigarette.

  “What have men been saying about me?” I could guess but I want to hear it from him.

  “That you are unattainable. Men have tried and failed. Do you not like men?” He cocks his head to the side a little watching me.

  “I very much like men; I just don’t spread my legs to any guy who thinks by saying a few nice things means they get a quick fuck.”

  “But you enjoy taunting them. I saw you with your friend outside before. He seemed like a nice guy who isn’t after a quick fuck, yet you also turned him down.”

  I knew someone had been watching me. “You’ve been watching me.” It isn’t a question, just a fact.

  “Like I said, you fascinate me. What fascinates me more is that you followed me out here.”

  I open and close my mouth like a fish, unsure what to say. He is right: I did follow him and I still don’t know why. “I guess you fascinate me too.”

  “Because I was watching you?” He takes one step closer to me; I feel my heart hammering in my chest.

  I shrug. “Maybe. Were you enjoying watching me?” I tease.

  “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I get why men are drawn to you.” He steps even closer to me, his fingers stroking down my cheeks to my lips. “You are very beautiful; your confidence makes that even sexier. But it's your eyes.” He lifts my chin so I am looking right at him. “Your eyes could bring a man to his knees.”

  My mouth goes a little dry. “I'm nothing special.”

  “But you are.”

  I jump when I hear a car horn behind him. He turns, looking at the car, and I see a guy waving him over. I don’t want him to leave.

  He faces me again. “I have to go.”

  “Okay,” I say measly. I want to scream at him to please stay.

  “It was nice talking to you, Winter.” He gives me a small smile before walking towards the car.

  I wrap my arms around myself. It’s so weird, but I feel a little sad. I turn around, heading back inside, when I hear my name being called. I turn to see him running back to me and before I can say a word, his lips land on mine.

  I wrap my arms around his neck, arching my body into him, and his hands go to my waist, pulling me into him. The kiss is hard and needy. When he pulls back, our breathing is coming out in pants.

  Holy Jesus this man can kiss.

  “Will be seeing you around, Winter.” He heads back to the car and I watch him get in—I watch until he is gone.

  Why did it feel like that was more of a promise?

  Heading back inside I can't stop the smile on my face.

  Trent

  “Who’s the girl?” my best friend and roommate, Drake, asks me.

  I continue looking out the window until I can no longer see her. Fuck, th
at kiss went straight to my dick. “That was Winter Daniels,” I tell him.

  He looks at me with a surprised look before looking back to the road. “Winter Daniels, as in ‘the college Ice Queen’? She let you kiss her? I assumed she was a lesbian.”

  If I hadn’t seen her get turned on in the kitchen with that preppy boy, I would have thought the same as she’d been really into that kiss with the girl on the dancefloor. “Obviously not.”

  “Is she all stuck up like people say?”

  “No, she doesn’t appear to be. I guess she’s just protective of herself. Men try and get into her pants, so I don’t blame her for acting like she does.” A strange emotion washes over me when I picture men trying to get with her, and I shake it off.

  “If she would let me fuck her, I would. I have crushed on that girl since I first saw her. Of course, you would get a chance at being with her.” He shakes his head. “That girl is hot as hell, but she doesn't even know it. You watch the beautiful girls fawn over themselves, but Winter…” He pauses. “She is in a league of her own. I can't believe you kissed her. It looked like a hot kiss.”

  Fuck yeah, it was. I know I am going to kiss her again.

  I have to kiss her again.

  Excerpt - Wanting Winter

  Chapter 2

  I definitely have the Monday blues, and I’m also disappointed in myself.

  The guy I kissed on Saturday night has been on my mind all day yesterday and I have tried to search for him but to no avail. It doesn't help that I don’t even know what his name is. I let a stranger kiss me and I didn’t ask for a stupid name.

  But he knew my name. He said he had heard of me. I guess men gossip just as bad as girls. I don’t know if I should feel flattered or concerned as he seemed really interested in me. Images of his eyes keep flashing in my mind. God, the way he was looking at me…

  Heading towards the campus, I am in my own world when I feel someone bounce into me. I turn to see Candice smiling at me before she links her arm through mine. I hate how bubbly she is first thing in the morning.

  “Guess who I fucked last night?” She squeezes my arm.

  I roll my eyes. “Is it a celebrity?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then I have no idea.”

  “Joshua Thomson.”

  I stop walking and face her. “I told you what happened on Saturday between him and me, and you still slept with him? Do you know how fucked up that is?”

  “It kind of, sort of happened.” She bites her lip. “I was at a party and we started talking and one thing led to another. He is really good in bed. I love a man who knows what they are doing.” She fans herself.

  I continue walking rolling my eyes. “Do you not feel like he only fucked you to get back at me? He promised that he would get between my legs. I guess he thinks by fucking you, I will feel jealous or something.”

  “Not every guy is after you, you know,” she says angrily.

  “I know that, but you and I know that he is. He’s a dog, Candice. You know he always tries it on with me. He is like a dog with a bone.”

  “I have to go.” She walks away from me. I call out her name, but she ignores me.

  Walking through the courtyard, I feel the same shiver as I’d felt on Saturday run up my whole body and I turn to see Mr. Mysterious having a smoke on the far side of the court. Again he is watching me, his head turned, observing me.

  I am about to walk toward him when a crowd of people walk by blocking me. Once they move out the way, the guy is gone. I look both ways, but I can’t see him. Checking time, I groan as I head to my first class. Yup, you can definitely tell it’s a Monday.

  I take my usual seat in the classroom and after a few minutes, Patrick takes a seat next to me. He gives me a smile then gets his laptop out.

  “Morning,” he says in a cheery voice.

  “Morning,” I say back whilst typing out a message to Candice to tell her that I still love her, and that I don’t want us to fall out over that ass. Knowing that she is my only main friend, he probably fucked her hoping that I would fall out with her. Patrick is a friend, but it's not the same.

  I swear I want to cut that man’s dick off.

  “You have angry face.”

  “Sorry. Candice slept with Joshua Thomson last night.” I slump back in my seat.

  “Enough said. He probably did it to get back at you.”

  Thank God someone else agrees with me.

  “I guess you said that to Candice and she got upset?”

  “Yeah, Candice is my best friend and I don’t want some guy to get between us.”

  “She loves you, and I think once she has time to let what you said sink in, she will come around.”

  Placing my hand on his, I smile warmly at him. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

  I’m logging into my laptop when that feeling runs through me yet again and I quickly look around the room, that excitement running through my veins.

  He's here.

  I spot him near the classroom door watching us, his eyes once again staring at me before he walks away. I have such an urge to run after him, but I don’t.

  “Are you okay?”

  I face Patrick. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

  The professor walks in and I listen, taking notes, but my mind wanders every now and then to the guy with no name.

  Lunchtime couldn’t come quick enough. Walking into the already-full cafeteria, I head in line to get myself a drink and an apple: the food looks a little dried out today. After paying I walk back in the middle of the room wondering where I'm going to sit.

  I’m looking around when I feel someone squeeze my ass. I turn angrily to see a jock smiling at me giving me a wink. Joshua is sitting next to him and I want to slap that pleased smile right off his face. Instead, I glare at him and his friend. Leaning down to look at the Jock, I give him my best bitch face. “Touch me again and I swear I will cut your balls off with a blunt knife.”

  “Oh, come on,” he chuckles, shaking his head. He looks to his friends and back to me, but I keep staring at him.

  I bend down a little more so we are level and I stare into his eyes. “I am being serious. Touch me again and I. Will. Cut. Your. Balls. Off.” I say each word slowly.

  “Okay, I'm sorry.” He lifts his hands up in surrender.

  I pat his head. “Good boy.” I smile sweetly before walking away.

  Men are pigs.

  Walking to a table with a free seat, I plunk down, smiling to those also at the table before I grab out my phone to see I have no reply from Candice yet. She is going to drag this out, the drama queen. I look over to Joshua who is sitting on the table staring at me.

  When he notices me looking at him, he blows me a kiss then gives me a wink. I lift my hand giving him the finger, but he just smiles. A guy says something to him and he laughs nodding his head.

  I can't believe Candice slept with that dick.

  I look around the room and spot Mysterious Guy sitting a few tables over, smiling and talking to a friend Is this man perfect? His smile is even dreamy. Like he can feel me watching him, he looks my way and the smile falls, his eyes trained on mine.

  I look away, hating that I was staring at him, and I look back to Joshua and he is glaring at the guy before he turns my way.

  Dammit.

  I stand up, putting my apple in my bag and leaving my drink. This is why I hate sitting on my own: I feel awkward.

  I am near the exit when I feel my arm being pulled, and I turn around to see Joshua smiling down at me before he pins me against the wall.

  “No Candice?” His eyes trail over my body. “Has she told you how good I made her scream?”

  I push his chest hard. “You are sick, you only made it worse for yourself now: I don’t fuck with my friend’s sloppy seconds. Too bad, because you know I was considering it on Saturday. Now there is no way in hell you get to touch this.” I glide my fingers down my body.

  His jaw ticks. “You think you are so it,
but you’re not. You are one big cock tease.”

  I pretend to yawn. “Yeah put me down. That’s how to get into my pants. I don’t think I'm all that; it's you who sees me as some game to win. Grow up, Josh.” I smile knowing he hates people calling him that.

  “No wonder people call you the Ice Queen.” He sneers before walking away.

  “Josh,” I call out and he turns. “Candice told me about your condition. It’s okay that you’ve got a small dick.”

  His eyes go angry and people start laughing. I blow him a kiss before leaving with a satisfied bounce in my step.

  The rest of the day goes by fast but unfortunately, I don’t get to see Mr. Mysterious again. Candice also doesn’t return my messages, although I know she will come around.

  Driving home, I sing to Shakira ‘Whenever, Wherever’ at the top of my lungs, letting the day slip away.

  I park in my usual spot, heading inside the apartment complex, heading to my floor. Once I'm through my door, I drop my bags on the floor going straight to the kitchen area to make myself a cup of tea.

  Leaning back on my hands on the counter, I bite my lip thinking about the gorgeous guy. For the first time in ages, I'm excited about going to school tomorrow. Images of him fill my mind.

  Still waiting for the kettle to boil, I walk past the spacious living room to my bedroom, and, opening my bedside table drawer I search through its contents until I find my bullet: my sex toy.

  Lying on my bed, I lift my skirt up to take off my panties, spreading my legs open as I start to tease my clit with the vibrations. I close my eyes, imaging the guy watching me—him sitting across the room, his eyes fully staring at me as I please myself.

  Moving the bullet around my clit, I can feel that ache getting higher and higher. I am so close and when my clit pulses with my orgasm, I lay there feeling sedated, not wanting to move.

  This guy is really getting to me and I don’t even know him.

  I clean my toy, putting it back in place, and grab a very hot shower before settling with my cup of tea on the couch. Putting on Vampire Diaries, I fawn over Damon Salvatore, trying to get rid of thoughts of the guy with no name.