by Mina Thorne
"So Stephanie," Becca said and twirled a perfect curl around her finger. "Did you like that pic on Insta? Your brother is so hot I just can't keep my mouth off him."
"I could see that. Too bad he didn't seem that interested."
"Oh he was. By the time I let him fuck me in the master bedroom, he was more than interested. I think he might be falling in love with my magic pussy," Becca replied, carefully watching me to judge my reaction.
I refused to give her any satisfaction. I raised an eyebrow, said, "Magic, hey? How do you know, can you pull a rabbit out of it or something?"
And then I took a forkful of salad and munched on it while her friends giggled like crazy at my burn.
"I'm sure you'll know what I'm talking about if you ever get laid," Becca replied with a nasty tone.
"Wait, didn't you just say I'm a skank? So which is it? A skank or a virgin because I can't be both," I said.
"She's right about that," Sienna said.
"You totally can be," Becca replied. "Skank is a state of mind but being a virgin at your age is pathetic. It just means nobody wants your dusty puss."
"Hey, I'm a virgin!" Marie complained. "What the fuck, dude?"
"Yeah, Becca, what the fuck?" I asked and let her know with my detached sarcasm that I didn't give an actual fuck about her opinion.
I chomped down a couple more forkfuls of salad and abruptly stood up. I picked up my tray and said, "That was delicious, but I have some studying or something to do."
Becca and her friends didn't even pretend to want me around, they were glad to see me go.
And I was glad to be gone.
Sometimes I felt as if high school life was pressing down on me, making it hard to catch a breath.
And when Becca was around, it felt like all the oxygen in the room was gone.
I needed to breathe.
The rest of the day was uneventful until I had Biology last period with Becca.
Halfway through class she asked to go to the bathroom. She was excused and walked past my desk. I had my head down and was busy taking notes so I didn’t notice it at first, but when she came back and I looked up, I saw what she had done.
On my open Biology textbook, dropped right in the center between the pages, was a bloodied, used tampon.
I almost gagged as I looked at it. It was darkened and had spattered onto the pages on either side, so forever in my brain I would have period blood associated with the mitochondria of the cell.
I was horrified, but before I could do anything about it, the final bell rang and the teacher told everyone to pack up and have a good evening, but get the chapter seven questions done by the next day.
The questions currently covered in period blood in my textbook.
“Oh no, is your cunt so wide your tampon fell out?” Becca asked as she reached my desk.
That made several other students take notice and they began to laugh and make vomiting noises.
“Thanks for this, Becca,” I said and stood up. “I guess your vagina is magic after all, it somehow managed to magically teleport your nasty XXXL tampon onto my textbook.”
Looking her right in the eye, I reached down, picked up the string and fought the urge to vomit right then and there.
I held it up and slapped it against her top, letting it fly.
I spattered period blood down the front of her white uniform shirt and she screamed, jumped back and it fell to the floor with a dull smack.
Our classmates laughed and hollered gagging noises and one of the boys kicked it with the toe of his shoe so it went skittering off under some other desks.
Becca was frozen in horror as the blood slowly dried on the front of her.
I walked to the sink, washed my hands with blistering hot water and strong chemical soap and dried them with paper towel.
By the time I got back to my desk, the tampon was nowhere to be seen but bloody streaks on the floor let me know a few more students had joined in kicking Becca’s period plug around.
I hoped she felt ashamed by her actions, it was fucking disgusting of her of course, but I truly hope I’d embarrassed her by not backing down.
Besides, the look on her face had been fucking funny.
It had been totally worth the gross out factor of touching the string.
I slid some paper towel between my textbook pages and walked back to my locker. I heard people talking here and there, I caught snatched of conversation mentioned dildos and tampons.
At least BJ Queen seemed to have lost its power by then.
After that, Becca and I seemed to have an uneasy truce…for a few days at least.
No more dildos on my locker, no more Becca tampon attacks and no more harassment in the hallway by her little buddies. The icing on the cake was that Elaine was gone on some spa retreat so the house was even more wonderful without her around.
Barrett wasn't around much either though, and I missed him. I saw him at school, he and Whitt were my constant escorts and were constantly locked in a small war to dominate my attention.
I couldn’t tell who was winning, they were both captivating to me.
I didn’t see Barrett around home much though, he had football practice a lot, and had private tutoring sessions to help him keep his grades up. If he fell behind, he would be benched and lose his spot as team captain.
If he failed anything, he could be cut from the team all together. I knew that constant pressure caused him intense anxiety, but he’d never told me much about it and I didn’t want to pry.
On Thursday after school Barrett drove me home and let me know the guys were coming over to watch the game that night.
"What game?" I asked. I was so ignorant about sports it was even funny.
"We're going over last year's playoffs. We had a professional analyze the game we lost to Centreville so we can learn from our mistakes," he replied.
"Who's coming?"
"A few of the team. You know Whitt, Chase and Rome. Mason. The other guys you haven't really met yet. It will be fun, I think a couple of them are even bringing their girlfriends."
"Are you bringing Becca?"
He snorted with derision and said, "She's not my girlfriend. She never really was."
"What is she then?"
"Why does it matter now? You're soaking wet every time Whitt looks your way. I hardly think you should be grilling me about Becca."
"I wasn't grilling you, I was genuinely interested in your relationship status." I used formal language to distance myself emotionally from the jealousy that was gripping my heart at that moment.
"Okay, Steph, you tell yourself that. The thing is Becca and me? We're just fuck buddies at best. We barely talk to each other any other time. She is definitely not my girlfriend. Not in the normal way. I know she wants more, she always had…but I’ve never wanted to give her what she wanted."
"When's the last time you fucked her?" I asked, racing along down this slippery slope fast enough that I felt as if my feet were going to get tangled up. I could already feel a tight edge to my voice that I didn't like.
He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and said, "The night you got here. After I picked you up from the airport."
"Seriously?" I asked. I had braced myself to find out he'd been with her on Saturday.
"Seriously. And the whole time I was with her, I was thinking about you," he said quietly and he pulled into our driveway. "But it's complicated as fuck, you know that. Your dad has been my dad for years now and I respect the hell out of him. I can't imagine he look on his face if I told him I was fucking his precious princess right under his nose, under his roof."
"That's true," I sighed. "He would flip the fuck out."
"I like you, Steph," he said as he pulled into his parking spot in the garage. "I like you so fucking much. I can't stop thinking about you, but...fuck....the more I think about it, the more complications seem to pop up."
"I like you too," I told him but I felt somewhat disingenuous considering I liked Whitt so
much as well. I liked them both and the thought that I could be with more than one of them at once had never crossed my mind.
They were different in my life, Barrett was complicated and moody, passionate and brooding. Whitt was open, blunt as he'd said it. He was light hearted and honest and I had fun when I was around him.
"I understand the complicated side of it though," I added. I reached for his hand as he turned off the engine and he looked at me with a bit of a smile. "I don't want to make things weirder for us, but I don't want to deny what we have together. You can't tell me you don't feel it too."
"I do...god, I do," he said in a husky tone. "You know I feel it. I couldn't kiss you like I do without feeling it from head to toe, Steph. I couldn't kiss you like this..."
He reached for me and I leaned towards him, letting him kiss me again...right there in the front seat of his car at our home.
I was getting lost in our kiss when somebody pulled into the garage beside us on my side. We broke apart and I felt immediate shame snake around my heart, heating up my cheeks and making me cringe.
I turned around and saw Elaine's car, a bright red little BMW Zagato that Dad had bought her last year for competing in her first tennis tournament. She hadn't even finished in the top ten, but Dad loved spoiling her so she'd gotten the car.
She climbed out and Barrett and I just looked at each other, uncertain how to handle being caught. I wasn't sure how much she'd seen, and I was dreading finding out.
But she didn’t even seem to notice us. She was on the phone speaking loudly and got out where she stood in the open door of her car seemingly arguing with somebody.
"I'll tell him when I figure out how to get past this prenup, baby," she said and my eyes widened. Barrett's narrowed and we both listened. "He doesn't suspect a thing and he's always away on business so we don't need to change anything right now."
"Should we let her know we're here?" I whispered. I didn’t want to get caught, but it felt so weird to listen to my father’s wife talking to her lover just a short distance from my head. I felt disloyal to him somehow, complicit in her affair.
"No. See if she'll go away," he replied.
My heart was beating so hard I thought I could hear it echoing off the walls of the ten car garage. I glanced behind me and caught a look at my pink Audi a few cars away. I still needed to learn how to drive but in some way, I liked needing Barrett to get to and from school.
Elaine finished up her call and slammed her car door, took a couple steps and leaned down next to my window. "Oh dear, what are you kids doing in there?"
"We just got home and were talking about tonight's football meet up," I said and opened my door.
Barrett got out of his side and he said, "We're having the team over. I thought you were going to be out."
"I am going out. I was just shopping, I'm getting ready and then off to the club," Elaine said with a tight smile on her lips. She seemed nervous, as nervous as I felt at the moment.
We closed the doors and walked into the house with her, each one of us cloaked in secrets and nerves. Each one of us with the need to hide something from the others.
Just another day in the Montgomery mansion.
Chapter 25
Whitt showed up early with an iPad and the game analysis loaded and ready to go.
I watched the two boys I was majorly crushing on drop to their hands and knees and get the video loaded onto the wall sized television in the screening room. I won't lie, it was a really nice view. Barrett had changed into athletic pants and Whitt had changed into jeans. Each one of them had a really scrumptious ass that I watched as they wiggled and moved, stretching to get the wires hooked up for the TV.
I had a sudden image of me getting on the floor in between them, kissing one and then the other, pulling them both down on top of me until I had them with their mouths and hands all over me, inside of me, tasting me.
I gasped at the visual and the explosion of heat that burst in my core and lifted my hand to my mouth to hide my intense fantasy.
"What's wrong?" Whitt asked.
"What is it?" Barrett asked at the same time.
"Nothing," I replied and felt heat flame my face like a fever. "I just remembered I have a biology test tomorrow but I can study later. No big deal."
Barrett raised his eyebrows and looked at me with a crooked grin. He seemed as if he could see right through my little white lie, there wasn't much to hide from him.
Whitt shook his head and smiled, he knew I was lying too.
They finally got the iPad hooked up wirelessly and ready to stream moments later, and just as our kitchen staff began setting out snacks and drinks, the doorbell rank.
Chase showed up first, dressed in track pants and wearing a team jersey that read, "Westview Academy Warriors." It was in the school colors, blue and gold, and looked great on him.
Rome showed up after that with a tight tee shirt and jeans that clung to his muscled legs, leaving nothing to the imagination.
After that, a few more of the team came in, Mason along with Sienna, Marie and Agnes from the cheerleading squad. They brought a few more cheerleaders, but Becca was nowhere to be seen.
I was filled with smug satisfaction, as if I'd won somehow by her not showing up. Not that I would ever let on though, I played fakey nice just as well as all the cheerleader bitches sprawled in our viewing room.
"Where's Becca?" I asked at one point, passing Sienna a colorful array of crudités spread out on a beautiful Tiffany serving platter in blue and gold.
Sienna delicately picked a couple cherry tomatoes off the tray and passed it on as she said, "Becca is grounded. Her parents apparently heard from Dr. Adams about an incident at school on Monday afternoon."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, I tried my best to not let the satisfaction creep to my mouth in a wide grin. I forced seriousness into my voice and said, "Oh shoot, I hope everything is okay."
"She'll be fine, she's a total bitch and total bitches always rise to the top," Agnes said and grabbed a couple carrots. She set the platter on the coffee table nearest to her and I watched as she nibbled like a rabbit.
She was beautiful too, it still seemed as though Harrisburg kids were bred for good looks. I imagined the only thing worse than being poor to these people would be if you were ugly.
Even worse, both.
Which might explain why even the staff was attractive, these people didn't want physical imperfections marring their perfect landscapes.
Agnes had that old fashioned look about her, with nut brown hair, a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and light grey eyes. She could have been pulled off the canvas of a painting in the late 1800s, a pastoral scene of a wealthy woman on a sunny lawn next to a lake or something.
Marie was stunning with jet black hair, dark brown eyes and dark skin. She'd told me her mom was a former national news anchor known for being the first black woman on a national show, and her dad was an investment banker who had convinced her mom to give up the spotlight and become the pampered wife of a billionaire.
Not a bag gig, I supposed, especially if you were in love.
When Maria had told me, I'd wondered briefly why Mom had given up her marriage to Dad. They'd been in love enough to get married and have me, so where did it go wrong? When had she turned her back on billions?
"Becca is like the queen B around here," Marie said slyly. "B standing for bitch, of course. I'm sure she'll be back in class on Monday and acting like her shit doesn't stink."
"Sounds like she's been in trouble before," I said.
"Trouble just finds Becca," Sienna laughed. "I've known her since before kindergarten and she's been like that since day one."
The guys started playing the football video with the commentary added, so we stopped talking to listen.
Barrett flopped onto the end of the big leather sofa and Whitt sat near him. Whitt looked at me sitting on the floor and said, "There's room here for you if you want." He ran his hand ac
ross the small space between him and Barrett and I worried my glowing red cheeks might give my earlier fantasies away to everyone in the room.
I got up and settled in between them, their thighs touching mine on either side and creating another heated sensation that almost melted me right on the spot.
I couldn't even follow what the commentator on TV was saying about the game, I was so distracted by their presence.
Partway into the game, when everybody was talking and watching and completely distracted, Whitt reached down and hooked his little finger into mine, resting his hand on my thigh.
My breath was thick at this contact, thick with confused desire and lust for him.
I was ashamed for wanting him though, and my eye flitted to the side to glance at Barrett.
He had a dark and simmering look on his face, his eyes were hooded and his mouth was pressed into a grim line.
I felt awful that I was touching Whitt right in front of him, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted Barrett too though, I wanted them both and it brought up all kinds of chaotic emotions inside, spinning me around and leaving me breathless.
Until Barrett dropped his hand onto his thigh and covered part of my hand with his. Time seemed to stop for a moment while I struggled to catch a breath and still my pounding heart.
Sienna noticed, she shot me a sly sideways glance and elbowed Agnes in the ribs. Agnes nudged Marie and they all turned to take a look at the three of us on the couch. We weren't quite cuddling or anything, but we were making it obvious that we were okay touching each other.
I thrust my chin out with pride and sat up a little straighter, pretending to watch the football game without a care in the world.
But out of the corner of my eye I saw the three girls whispering to each other and looking my way. I glanced down at them, prepared to be angry and defensive against their judgements.
I was surprised by what I saw though, they seemed happy with what I was doing. Encouraging even.
Sienna smiled at me, Agnes and Marie nodded and grinned, and I settled back in between the two men contentedly.
We finished out the video and I even got bolder, I curled my hand into each of theirs and even saw them look across me and nod to each other at one point.
