Bully Anthology: Boys of Westview Academy, books 1-4

by Mina Thorne

  "Where does his father live?" I asked. I knew nothing about Barrett's dad and had always wondered.

  "He's in Manhattan. He's a music producer though, so he's not around that much which is why the boys rarely spend that much time with him. I know you...well, I know you like Barrett. I mean, who wouldn't? He's a gorgeous young man. But you're a nice girl. I don't think you really get how fucked up these people are."

  "I appreciate you looking out for me," I told her. "But I can manage on my own, okay? Barrett is fucked up because Elaine is a shitty mom. I think we can establish that fact at least."

  Kit's eyes darted around as if she was afraid she'd be caught talking poorly about her employers. "Yes, there's that. There are also other matters that you aren't aware of. I think you should seriously keep your head down and get through the school year. Use your dad's money to get into a good school and take over his company if you want. But leave the rest of this behind you, you're better than them."

  Before I could ask her any more information, Elaine swept into the room and told Kit she needed help organizing her handbags for some charity auction at the club.

  Kit trotted off behind Elaine, and I was left once again to puzzle about the nature of Kit's warnings.

  Nothing I'd seen so far was beyond what I could handle.

  I'd gotten back at Becca with the itching powder, and I had a plan with Elaine's stolen medication if Becca pushed me any harder.

  I had established that I wasn't somebody to fuck with, I'd formed a close friendship with Sienna and had taken Becca's place at the cheerleader’s table even if I wasn't on the team.

  I was pretty confident I wasn't going to find anything out about Barrett or anybody else in Harrisburg that would be too much to handle. Kit was just underestimating me.

  I spent the day by the pool, taking in what was surely going to be the last nice day before autumn clouds rolled in. That afternoon Sienna texted me about a small party at Chase's place.

  She and Chase were hooking up now, Marie was with Rome. Or perhaps they'd switched partners by now, I could never be sure with the Westview crowd. They used sex as sport and grew bored with each other so quickly I could never quite keep track.

  The thought of sex at all caused heat to redden my cheeks as I remembered just yesterday with Barrett.

  In spite of what I'd said, I had come with him. And oh god, it had felt so good.

  I squeezed my legs together on the chaise lounger next to the pool in memory of how good it felt. I still ached from where he'd torn my virginity away and opened me up like a woman, just for him.

  And then...

  I couldn't let myself think of what happened afterwards, or else I would cry.

  So I texted Sienna back and let her know I'd be there tonight.

  Whitt messaged me right after and said he'd pick me up at eight.

  Fuck Barrett, even if he was a tragic figure, I wasn't going to weep for him and wait until he got his shit sorted out. I had to have a life of my own, and we'd never agreed to commit to a relationship.

  So I would go out with Whitt and see what happened.

  I would live my life, even if Barrett wasn't part of it.

  "You look fucking fine," Whitt said as he opened the passenger door for me.

  I'd gone with tight jeans, knee high boots, and a simple top with a bright red bolero jacket over it. I'd followed a makeup tutorial online and had even sent pics to Maddy and Brie, I'd nailed the glam rock look with the latest colour palate from my favourite makeup artist so perfectly.

  They'd enthusiastically agreed, and I would have done anything to have my bitches with me tonight. They were true friends, people I could trust one hundred percent.

  Even if Brie occasionally fucked a guy I liked.

  I tried to imagine her hitting on Whitt though, and laughed at the thought. He didn't seem like he'd be into her, she wasn't his style at all.

  "Thanks," I replied and slid into his Range Rover. "You look pretty good yourself."

  And he did. He was also in jeans with a tight white black shirt and a leather jacket overtop. He looked a little rocker bad boy himself, so we managed to match up somehow.

  We drove to Whitt's dad's restaurant first, and had dinner before the party. It was delicious and he was amazing to be around. He was funny and attentive, and so kind and uncomplicated. Such a stark contrast to Barrett and a constant reminder of why I felt a similar bloom of desire whenever he touched my hand or smiled at me in a way that heated me from within.

  "Did you ever figure out how Becca got those pics from Barrett's phone?" he asked me after dinner was done and they'd cleared our plates to make room for dessert.

  "I think she must have just snuck them when he wasn't looking. I don't know how else it could have happened."

  "Do you trust him?" Whitt asked pointedly.

  He had said he was blunt, and I did appreciate that.

  "I do. I don't think he had anything to do with it."

  "Other than the creepy photos of you," he said with a raised eyebrow.

  "Yeah, those were pretty creepy," I laughed. "I'm sure you would have done the same though."

  He drew in a breath and appeared as if he was about to deny it, then broke into laughter and exhaled. "Yeah, I totally would have. I don't know how B man isn't in your bedroom every damned night, to be honest. I couldn't live with you and not be crawling under your blankets every chance I got."

  I looked away and said, "It's tough with Dad and Elaine there all the time. And so many staff hanging around. We're not exactly alone in the house."

  "I understand," he said and his hand dropped under the table where he rested it on my thigh. "I just mean, damn, Steph. You're the sexiest girl I've ever known. I get hard just thinking about you, being near you is almost torture."

  I looked at him from under my lashes and grinned. "Are you hard right now?"

  "Find out for yourself," he rasped in a low voice.

  I slid my hand along his thigh and felt a massive thick hard on snaking down his leg, trapped by his pants.

  "Oh my god," I said and bit my lower lip.

  The table we were at was in a darker corner of the restaurant. It was round and in a U shaped banquet, so we'd been sitting next to each other at the back for the entire dinner. The table cloth hung low and obscured what I was about to do next.

  Before the waiter returned with our chocolate mousse, I unzipped Whitt's jeans and slipped my hand inside.

  He held his breath as I gently pulled his cock free and began to stroke it with my fingers under the table.

  "Fuck, Steph," he exhaled slowly as I tightened my grip and began to move my hand up and down faster, connecting with the bundle of nerves around the smooth head of his dick every time I hit the top.

  Maddy had told me about it, to play with the mushroom top of a guy's dick. That's where their sensitive nerve endings were. It felt like a lesson being acted out in real life, and as much as I was turned on, I was fascinated by his reactions to my touch.

  His dick began to ooze precum and I used it as lube to increase my speed.

  The waiter returned as Whitt's breathing began to speed up and his eyes were locked on mine.

  "Your chocolate mousse, will there be anything else tonight?" the waiter asked and I thought Whitt was going to explode right there if the guy didn't fuck off and leave us alone.

  "No!" Whitt blurted and waved the guy away. "We're good here!"

  "Okay, sir," the waiter said with a puzzled look on his face.

  I laughed and watched him leave. When we were alone again in our little private booth, I started to stroke Whitt's thick, throbbing, hot dick until he pulled me close to him and his breathing grew ragged.

  His arm was locked around my shoulder and he kissed the top of my head.

  "You're so fucking hot, Steph," he said and thrust upwards a little. I sensed that he was about to come, so I sped up a little more. "So fucking hot. I can't wait to fill your hot little cunt, I can't wait to fuck it."<
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  I would normally be shocked to hear something so vulgar, but it turned out when I was horny I really liked dirty talk. I wasn't that great at it myself, but I loved listening to it.

  "Tell me you want my cock," he said as I jerked him harder under the table. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

  "I do, Whitt," I replied and leaned against him so I could get the best angle underneath. "I want it so bad."

  "Tell me, Steph. Tell me exactly what you want from me."

  "I want you to fuck me, Whitt," I whispered to him as he was about to explode. "I want you to fuck me hard and deep and split me open. I want to feel all of you inside of me, I want you to own my pussy, Whitt. Make me yours."

  "You're mine," he rasped and stiffened up, just slightly. To the casual observer they wouldn't have noticed what was going on just below the surface of the table. To anybody walking by, they wouldn't know what we were up to.

  But we were in our own little world, an erotic world of dirty talk and Whitt's big, thick dick in my hand.

  My pussy ached from sex with Barrett, but it also ached for more...for sex with Whitt. I moaned as he came, his hot cum shooting into my hand as I caught it and rubbed it into his dick.

  He groaned and pulled me tighter, kissed the top of my head and held me like that as his dick spasmed and his breathing quickened.

  And then he finished, he softened slightly in my hand, his breathing calmed and he loosened his arm around me.

  "That was fucking hot," he said and I turned to look at him. I pulled my hand out and let him adjust himself, tuck his dick away again. "You're quite a filthy girl, aren't you?" he chuckled.

  “Filthy for the right guy," I said. "Only for the right guy."

  "Well, thank god it's me," he laughed and tilted my head to kiss him.

  His mouth was demanding, promising more to come if we got the chance to be alone.

  And I wanted it, I wanted more from him.

  I wanted all of him, as much as I wanted Barrett.

  And being in Harrisburg had taught me that sex as a sport might not be the thing I wanted, but sex with two different guys wasn't off limits.

  I could have both, if I wanted it. I could have it all.

  Chapter 37

  The party was in full swing when we rolled in around eleven.

  I immediately grabbed a hard iced tea to drink and found Sienna to tell her what had happened in the restaurant.

  She thought it was hilarious and awesome that I'd jerked Whitt off...not only in a place that charged several hundred dollars a plate for their food, but in Whitt's father's place on top of it.

  "You're bad, worse than I thought," she laughed.

  "Totally bad ass," Marie agreed. She was with Rome, I'd established that by her practically deep throating his tongue in the living room when we'd walked in.

  So Sienna was with Chase then, I assumed, but I hadn't seen them together much. I was happy for all of them though, I liked my new friends and wanted all of us paired up so we could do couple things together.

  "I thought for sure you were fucking Barrett," Agnes said though, leaning in across the sofa where we were all camped out for the moment. "The way you two looked at each other...but that's gross, right? You guys are basically related."

  "Not related, they barely even know each other," Sienna snapped. "Don't be stupid, it's not like he's her brother. They can fuck as much as they want. I mean, if Barrett ever comes back."

  "I hope he does," I said wistfully and realized I was getting just a little buzzed already.

  It was good though, I liked feeling that way.

  Whitt was off with the guys out back, they were probably playing beer pong or some other obnoxious dude drinking game.

  But I felt like I wanted to see him, to reestablish our connection. I wanted everybody at the party to see us together, especially since Becca and Mason had rolled up recently. Even though she wasn't here with us, just knowing she was in the house freaked me out.

  I stood up and wandered off to look for Whitt.

  I made it through the big foyer and was going down a little passageway to the outside when Mason came stumbling in, drunk and loud and annoying.

  "Hey, it's the BJ Queen!" he yelled and threw his arms around me. "Give me a kiss, BJ."

  "Gross, get off me!" I said and pushed at him.

  "Awww, BJ thinks she's too good for me. Isn't that adorable," he yelled in my ear and then added in a low voice, "Don't ever think you're too good for me, skank. I know exactly what kind of girl you are, the kind of girl who would jerk off her boyfriend under the table at his dad's restaurant. Becca doesn't want you at Westview, remember that. We're going to get rid of you."

  Whitt must have bragged to the guys, and while that wouldn't bother me normally, I hated that Mason was using it against me like that.

  "Well, sorry to tell you, I'm not going anywhere," I hissed in his ear. "So fuck you and fuck Becca. You're not getting rid of me, assholes."

  "What's that?" he yelled again and looked around. "A blow job, right here?"

  With that, he put his hand on my head and shoved me down. I fell to my knees and he began to laugh as he held me in place by my hair and pretended to stick his dick in my mouth. "You don't have Barrett here to protect you anymore, BJ," he crowed as he held me there. "I'm the team captain now, Barrett's name is dirt!"

  "Mason!" Becca shrieked. "What are you doing with her! I don't want you to catch herpes or whatever gross disease this skank is carrying!"

  "Fuck off," I snarled and struggled to my feet. People began to wander in to see what the noise was about and I felt hot shame redden my cheeks. "He was being gross," I wailed when I saw Whitt.

  I ran to him and he put his arm around me. "What the fuck, dude?"

  Mason shrugged and said, "Tell your girl to stop being such a whore."

  Whitt stepped aside and drew back his fist, slammed it into Mason's face and Mason went down like a bag of sand.

  "You're fucking insane!" Becca screamed and dropped to her knees next to Mason.

  "Let's go," I said and tugged at Whitt's shirt. "He's not worth it."

  Whitt took a little more convincing but finally a few of us managed to get him into the back of the house and relaxing by the pool with a drink in his hand.

  The rest of the evening was good after that. We partied hard and managed to stay away from Mason and Becca the whole time. Whitt and I kissed every chance we get, and I vaguely remembered winning some couples drinking challenge against a few other people. We kissed while everybody chanted our names after we'd claimed our prize...which were more shots, tequila this time.

  We were both too drunk to drive, so he called his driver and had us picked up.

  I wasn't about to make out with him in the back of the car with his family’s driver in the front, so there wasn't much beyond a little kissing. The lights in our driveway came on anyways, so he walked me to the front door and gave me a long, passionate kiss before sending me inside and heading home.

  I supposed in everybody's eyes I was Whitt's girl now, and I liked it.

  But I missed Barrett when I went to bed, and I missed him the next night too.

  The big, empty house felt even emptier without him and dinners were horrible without him there.

  I hadn't realized how much I wanted him in the house until he was gone.

  School was weird without Barrett too. Dad had one of the drivers, Tex, take me to and from but I drove myself.

  Tex was a patient teacher and I was excited to learn but it felt almost like a betrayal to carry on without Barrett in my life. Like he didn’t matter or something.

  The week sailed past, Becca mostly avoided me but there was an incident on Thursday before lunch where I opened my locker and found the whole thing had been flooded. Somebody had poured water over everything, my books and backpack and even my MacBook.

  I was almost in tears trying to mop up the mess when Whitt found me.

  He comforted me and had me text Kit immedia
tely. Kit showed up during lunch hour and we managed to get everything sorted out. She took my MacBook and said, "I'll get you another one, don't worry. And don't worry about your work. Everything you do is backed up to the family cloud. It's all automatic."

  "Thanks," I said as she carted off the soaking remains of notebooks and papers. "I really appreciate this."

  "This is literally my job," she told me. "But I honestly don't mind. I like you, Stephanie, and if you ever need me just call."

  She handed a mess to one of the house staff she'd dragged along and they left the school.

  By the time I got home that day, she had a new laptop ready for me and all my textbooks had been replaced. I almost missed my Becca’s tampon stained Biology text, but was happy to get a new one.

  The notes were all drying too, she had them laid out for me, and everything would be fine. Becca hadn't taken me down at all, in fact she'd only revealed how much support I had in Kit when I really needed it.

  I almost wanted to thank her for that.

  The next day, Friday, was okay. Whitt was busy with football stuff and Sienna was working on cheer routines at lunch, so it was just me in the cafeteria with a couple kids I knew from math class.

  I finished up my meal, put my tray and plates away, and was walking out when Mason strolled in, looking as mean as ever.

  "Hey skank, how goes the dick sucking?" he asked with a sneer.

  "Not bad, not bad. I'm almost as good as you from what your dad tells me."

  I took a couple steps past him with a grin on my face because I knew he didn't catch on.

  But then he clued in, whirled around and grabbed me by the back of my vest. He dragged me towards him, spun me and slammed me against the wall.

  He put his forearm against my neck and snarled, "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

  "I said your dad likes my dick sucking almost as much as he likes yours."

  "That's fucking disgusting. You're a nasty fucking skank, now apologize."

  "Fuck you," I managed to choke out as he cut off my breath.