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

by Mina Thorne

  “I’m good,” Roland grinned and dove into a sandwich. The kitchen staff had prepared a late lunch spread for us and we were sitting in the sunroom enjoying some autumn warmth from the sunshine. “You know she’s always been a distant mother, this is just the icing on the cake. I’m old enough now to weather this damage, but how are you?”

  He looked at Barrett who was drinking his coffee and looking a little tired. I wasn’t sure if he was hungover or if our group sex had worn him out.

  Probably a little of each.

  “My eyes are wide open with Elaine now,” Barrett said with a heavy sigh. “I’ve spent so many years wishing she would be there for me, support me or choose me over her constant need for social validation…but I’m okay now. No pressure or anything, but you’ve had a lot to do with that, Steph.”

  “No pressure taken,” I laughed. “I get it, we’ve helped each other a lot actually.”

  I could tell both of Elaine’s sons were hurt by her actions, but I could also tell that they’d both been hurting for years. Her leaving wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, in fact it felt like a fresh start. The fresh start we all needed, one away from her manipulative, dark machinations.

  We finished eating and Whitt and Rome both had to go home. We all had homework to do, and I was dying to text Sienna and find out how her night with Chase had gone.

  And after last night, my body needed a rest.

  I ached in the most delicious way, but I was exhausted, probably hung over and needed a nice, hot bath.

  I spent a moment saying good bye to each of them, Whitt first and then Rome.

  I felt so free, being able to kiss them one by one without anybody around who would even flinch at it. The three of them had brought me freedom as much as they’d brought me balance, love and security.

  After they were gone, I told Barrett I was going to spend some time alone and I headed upstairs.

  I barely got my homework done, and almost fell asleep in the bath.

  By eight o’clock I was dead to the world, sleeping happily and dreaming the most wonderful dreams.

  “Becca isn’t here today,” Sienna said the moment I saw her after my first class. I had been dying to find out what was going on with her after the incident at the club’s Halloween party.

  “I wonder if she’ll ever show her face again,” I laughed. “I don’t think I would if I were her.”

  I heard kids whispering rumors about Becca getting drunk and shitting herself on Saturday night, but I didn’t bother adding to them myself.

  I just enjoyed the gossip and snickers and not being the target of them for once. Even if it was a little tough holding back my own triumphant role in it all.

  Sienna laughed loudly and said, “I hope she doesn’t. I would love it if she had to transfer, the whole place would be better off without her.”

  “Agreed,” I replied. “And then I wouldn’t have to worry about her coming back to take over the cheer squad.”

  “Oh, no worries there. Agnes and Marie and me and the girls all think you’re a good fit. You don’t stand out like Becca did, she never got the concept of it being a team.”

  “That makes me feel a little better,” I said. The warning bell rang and we jumped. “Shit, I have to get to math. We have another test and Rome has to pass it to keep his grades up. I want to be there to offer moral support.”

  “Moral support,” Sienna laughed. “I don’t think there’s much moral about what you’re up to with those guys of yours.”

  “Shut your mouth,” I said playfully and acted like I was overly offended.

  She laughed the entire way down the hall and I left for math with a smile on my face.

  When I got there, Rome was already chewing on the end of his pencil with a frantic look on his face.

  “I don’t know if I got this one, sweetness,” he said as I sat down.

  “You’ll be fine, just remember everything we studied. And remember if you get a good mark I’ll reward you well,” I replied with a wink.

  His face split into a wide grin and he said, “Fuck yeah. I’m getting an A then.”

  I loved how easy it was to flirt with Rome, how wonderful it was to have him here with me as one of my boys.

  The tests were all handed out to us one by one and I dropped my head down and whipped through the questions in no time at all.

  I was still academically gifted, but before I’d started at Westview Academy, I had been so stupid socially. Being with Barrett, Whitt and Rome had caught me up on that part though.

  Barrett had given me the ability to cut through his brooding, moody bullshit and draw out the real him. Even though he was still a brooding asshole some days.

  Whitt had given me the confidence I’d needed, having a hot guy who adored me and supported me. Even when it seemed like he was really into me because of his rivalry with Barrett at times.

  I liked having them fight over me, it always seemed a little thrilling to have them jostle to get closer to me.

  And Rome. Sweet, happy, flirting Rome. He was my sexy, dirty laid back country boy. His carefree ways gave me much needed relief from the tension in my life.

  I watched him as he took the math test. He didn’t seem as nervous as he’d claimed in the beginning and I realized he was improving greatly with my help.

  I was proud of them, Barrett for overcoming his learning issues, Rome for studying hard, and Whitt for coming clean about his bisexuality.

  I felt so much happiness when I thought about each one of them that sometimes it made me worry. Being this happy felt like I might lose it all. When you were on top of cloud nine, there was only one way off and that was straight back down to earth.

  I didn’t go up to the front of class to hand in my test early this time. Instead I took some time to doodle my name attached to each of my guys, trying to find a pretty way to intertwine all our names together. Maybe I’d get a tattoo or something if we made our relationships official.

  After class, Rome caught up to me and threw his arms around my waist. He picked me up and spun me around until I was breathless with laughter.

  “What got into you?” I asked. We had an unspoken rule, me and all of them, that we didn’t do public displays of affection at school. Rome’s enthusiasm was addicting though and I didn’t want him to put me down.

  “I slayed in there,” he said and kissed me on the lips. He then murmured into my ear, “Thanks to you, my sexy little baby girl.”

  I felt a bolt of pleasure rock through me as he set me down, leaving his hands around my waist. He bent and kissed me again.

  “That’s amazing,” I said. “I knew you could do it.”

  “Thanks to you, I owe you,” he replied.

  “You can pay me later,” I giggled.

  “How about now?” he growled and lifted me into his arms and headed down the hall.

  I laughed and squirmed. “What are you doing?”

  “We’ve got PE,” he said. “We’re both heading in the same direction, I want to taste you before I get on the field for football.”

  “We can’t do that, not here,” I said, shocked at his bold move. Normally Rome was so laid back, he wasn’t intense enough to come up with something like this.

  He turned down the short hallway to the gymnasium, locker rooms and access to the field and pushed a door open.

  It was a small equipment room filled with shelves of balls and racquets, old indoor hockey nets and gymnastics mats.

  He set me down and backed me against a mat hanging on the wall, kissed me and had his hands all over me before I knew it.

  His finger found the edge of my plaid skirt, he lifted it and slid under my panties as he kissed me hard and deep.

  It was so unexpected and felt so beyond my comfort zone that it heightened my adrenaline and sensual experience. The thought that we could get caught in here was intensely exciting.

  I could hear kids passing outside on the way to class as Rome sought and found my clit. I could hear the
m laughing and talking as Rome began to rub and slide his finger across it, sending me a little higher towards the crest of my orgasm with each pass.

  His mouth was on mine when I came, and for that I was so grateful. He breathed in my cries, muffled them so nobody outside heard it when the pleasure became too much and I couldn’t hang on.

  I shuddered on his finger as he relentlessly rubbed me off, driving me forward harder into orgasm until I stiffened completely and trembled my ultimate release.

  I sagged against him when I was finished, satisfied and energized…wanting more of course, but feeling as if I could conquer the world.

  “Mmmm, Steph, you’re so hot,” he murmured against my lips. “I could watch you come all day.”

  “Next time it’s your turn though,” I said with a smile and leaned back to look at him. “You wanna meet here after class for a BJ?”

  He laughed and said, “Fuck yes, you are the queen, after all.”

  And for the first time since I’d heard it on that viral video, I decided to reclaim the monicker and fucking own it.

  “You know it,” I grinned.

  The warning bell rang and my eyes widened. “Shit, I can’t be late. I’ll see you in an hour.”

  He kissed me again quickly and we tumbled out of the room together, me tugging my skirt down and Rome grinning like a fool in anticipation of his dick getting sucked.

  And I ran right into Becca.

  “Hey, skank,” she said with narrowed eyes. “A little day fucking on school property? How gauche.”

  “What are you doing here?” I asked and hated how much she still made me feel like incompetent trash.

  “I’m here to run my squad of course,” she replied with a cruel grin. “First order of business? Cutting the worst cheerleaders. See you on the field.”

  Rome looked at me and I felt my heart flutter in rage and with nerves.

  How could she keep coming after me even when I’d hit her with my hardest?

  What was it going to take to keep Becca down?

  Chapter 59

  “Stephanie Montgomery,” Becca said holding her clipboard while she stared at me. She still had the slightest blue tint to her skin, and she was the shit queen, the one who had exploded in diarrhea all over Taylor Dennis just a few nights before…and yet she was still here in front of the cheer squad taking back her reign as head cheerleader.

  “Yeah?” I asked and braced for it.

  “You’re no longer needed, thanks,” she said with a snotty tone. “Oh, you’re not needed either Sienna. Sorry, girl. It sucks to suck.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Sienna blurted out. “Fuck you, Becca.”

  The two of us stomped off the field together and grumbled about Becca the whole time.

  “She’s like the terminator robot of cunty high school bitches,” I said when we reached the locker room. “Just when you think you knocked her down, she comes back swinging twice as hard.”

  “I know! I thought for sure she’d be gone for a few weeks at least,” Sienna complained.

  “I might have to do something worse to her,” I said. “But what?”

  “This might be the end of the road,” Sienna replied quietly. “You’ve solidified your social position at Westview, you have your friends and your…um…boyfriends. You don’t want to get as bad as her.”

  “I’ll never be as bad as her,” I said. “I could never get that awful.”

  “She is a tyrant,” Sienna said. “She’s horrible. But if you keep escalating everything then I think you could find yourself acting like a tyrant too. And that’s not you, Steph. You’re too kind for that.”

  “I promise you, I won’t ever end up like Becca. She’s beyond horrible. She’s like a mini Elaine in the making. It would be impossible for me to get that bad,” I told her. And I truly believed it.

  We got changed back into our school uniforms and I wondered if there was anything we could do protest the cuts.

  For me I wasn’t so worried, if Becca was back in charge I didn’t think I wanted to be on the same squad as her, especially if she was the boss.

  But I felt bad for Sienna. She was being punished just for being my friend. It felt shitty that I was dragging my friend down with me in this. I wanted to go talk to Dr. Adams and see if he could be persuaded to let Sienna run the squad again.

  It was so much nicer when she was in charge. Becca did everything in her power to exclude anybody who wasn’t her inner circle, and that led to a really shitty squad doing the same shitty routines over and over again.

  Becca lacked imagination when it came to the creative side of things, Sienna brought a fresh, inclusive approach to cheerleading that our school needed. We were going to need them at the big game on Friday night. We were playing one of our division rivals for the chance to go to the next level, so everything was riding on it.

  I met with Rome after he came out of PE, but we were too jumpy to get back into the equipment room for his promised BJ.

  “Come over later, maybe we can get a little privacy at my place,” I told him.

  “With Barrett lurking around? Doubtful,” he laughed.

  Becca stood in the hallway and watched us, reminding me that she was going to squeal to anyone she could if I dared to step foot in the room with Rome.

  “How about you take me for a driving lesson?” I suggested and raised my eyebrows suggestively.

  “That could be arranged,” he chuckled. “How mad will Barrett be if I take you home after school?”

  “He has to get used to it,” I replied and bit my lower lip. “The fact of the matter is that I want to spend time with you, Whitt and Barrett…and not always at the same time.”

  “And he does have that pesky home court advantage thing going for him,” he laughed. “The lucky bastard.”

  We waited until after school to find Barrett and let him know I was doing a lesson with Rome.

  Whitt showed up too, and I had to tell them both.

  “I thought we’d hang out today,” Whitt said with his face dropping into an adorable pout. “Why does he get to take you out?”

  “Am I going to have to write up a schedule, you guys? Plan ahead when I want time alone with one of you?”

  “Maybe,” Barrett said and kicked the ground with the toe of his shoe. “Then I won’t get excited thinking about seeing you when it turns out you’re heading off with one of these guys.”

  He nodded towards Whitt and Rome as if they were insects crawling towards his picnic blanket. Me being the delicious dessert, of course.

  I laughed and shook my head. I’d known they wouldn’t love the fact that I was going off with Rome, but I hadn’t expected them to throw such mini tantrums over it.

  “An hour for a driving lesson,” I said. “And then I’ll come home…we can all hang out, okay?”

  I couldn’t explain to them how much I wanted to get Rome alone and suck his dick. How could I look Whitt and Barrett in the eyes and tell them that? It would sound so strange coming out of my mouth, to give voice to the urgent feelings emerging from within my newly oversexed heart.

  Barrett’s lips were set into a thin line of disapproval and Whitt seemed as if I was rejecting him, but they both agreed.

  I held Rome’s hand as we walked to his Mercedes SUV and I slid behind the steering wheel to drive us somewhere private.

  “No pickup truck today?” I asked him when I started driving.

  “I don’t usually bring it to school. It keeps getting towed, they think it’s been abandoned or something,” he laughed.

  We talked as I drove until we decided where we were going.

  Rome knew of a little deserted spot off the main road, behind one of the bigger parks in the area. It wasn’t used that often, especially in the fall. It just led to hiking trails and an ancient running track.

  “Turn left up here,” he said and we drove further into the woods down a narrow track. “This is kind of the secret spot. Most of us at Westview know it and use it on the down lo
w.”

  The narrow track opened up into a small, empty parking lot. I pulled into a spot and turned off the engine.

  I looked over at Rome and he was already practically salivating in anticipation of my promised blowjob.

  He looked hot in his school uniform. It was funny how I used to think private school guys looked like total asshole douche bags, but now the sight of the crisp white polo shirt, blue or green vest, and khakis was an instant turn on.

  I knew I was going to get some hot action when I saw a boy in those.

  Well, when I saw one of three boys in particular of course.

  “So,” I said and licked my lips. “Are you ready to help me become the BJ queen?”

  He laughed and said, “No. I want more, babe.”

  “More?” I asked with my eyebrows raised.

  “I want you, Steph. I want you to ride my cock,” he said and unbuttoned his pants.

  I gasped when he pulled them lower and it sprung out, massive and thick in the bright daylight.

  “How are we going—”

  I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence. He hit a button on his seat and it started to move back slowly. He reached for me and pulled me towards him.

  I got his meaning immediately. I was definitely riding him today.

  He opened the glove compartment before I settled onto his lap and pulled out a condom.

  I took it from him, looked him in the eyes and opened it. I kept eye contact as I reached down and slid it onto his massive erection. I tossed the wrapper onto the driver’s seat and he pulled me down for a kiss.

  I lifted my leg, moved my panties to the side, and found the head of his dick. I pressed myself against it while we kissed, relaxed and opened myself to him again for the second time, but the first time one-on-one.

  I slid down his thick shaft and moaned on his lips as he split me wide.

  “Oh fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned and pushed upwards. “Fucking tight, hot, your pussy…god…”

  “This feels so amazing,” I said and sighed as he hit the end of my wet heat. I clenched and he groaned in response as his thick shaft twitched deep inside.