“No!” I cried, a small palm flying to his strong forearm, a fluttery touch against his hardness. “No, don’t go, that’s not necessary.”
We both looked at my hand, how it was so tiny, so white against his thickly muscled forearm.
“What do you want me to do then?” Jason ground out, eyes burning into mine, body tense. “There’s nothing else I can do,” he said, shaking his head furiously, voice thick, eyes dropping to look down, away, refusing to meet mine.
And I felt hope well in me then, a great cresting of need, a desire to be together.
“Well maybe …” I began.
Jason didn’t look at me, still gazing out the window, his body tense with power and energy, despite his refusal to answer.
“Maybe,” I swallowed, continuing once more. “You could share?”
The big man’s head whipped around then.
“Share?” he rasped, disbelieving? “What do you mean, share?”
I colored, flushing once more, my nipples growing tight.
“I mean,” I said hesitantly. “There’s only one of me, and two of you, but I’m okay with you know … sharing.”
Jason just shook his head at me.
“What the fuck makes you think that either Brent or I would be okay with sharing?” he ground out. “I don’t share, and I know Brent fucking doesn’t either.”
I shook my head determinedly this time.
“It’s my body,” I said softly, taking a deep breath, “and if both of you want in on the goods then you’re gonna have to share,” I said firmly.
There was no sound from Jason this time.
“Have you told Brent this?” he asked slowly.
I took that as a good sign. Jase wouldn’t have asked the question if he wasn’t okay with it himself on some level or another.
“No,” I admitted, shaking my head. “No, because this is all a surprise,” I said slowly. “I mean, I only lost my virginity yesterday and now … I had no idea that there were two men interested,” I finished.
Jason snorted then.
“Really, no idea?” he drawled, eyeing me up and down, letting his gaze trail over my generous breasts, my tiny waist and wide hips. Oh god, I’d felt sassy this morning, my first day as a non-virgin, and had dressed sexier than usual. Instead of my regular jeans and loose t-shirt, today I was wearing a tight baby tee with a denim skirt that was perfectly fine when you were standing. But here, sitting in the cab, the skirt had pulled up so that the fabric just brushed the bottom of my pussy, my generous thighs on display, creamy, white, spread against the leather of the seat. And oh god, if you looked closely, you could even see the fabric of my tiny pink panties, peeping out just a bit. Flushing, I squirmed, trying to pull down the skirt, which just made it worse. If anything, the fabric inched up more, displaying more of the panties and the tiny damp spot right between my legs.
“Oh god!” I breathed, squirming more before reaching for my book bag and pulling it onto my lap, desperate to cover the evidence of my arousal. “Oh god,” I whispered, cheeks burning as I met Jason’s knowing gaze.
“Like I said,” he rumbled, eyes hot on my breasts, his shaft stiff and heavy through the denim of his jeans. And were my eyes deceiving me or was there a wet spot at his crotch too? Like his penis was seeping pre-cum, the mere proximity to me so arousing that his body was already preparing itself for me, preparing to blast into my warm insides?
I creamed more, literally pressing my bag down on my lap now, grinding it against my clit slightly.
But Jason chuckled knowingly, rumbling deep in his throat.
“I think, baby girl, that we’ll be sharing whether or not Brent agrees,” he drawled dryly. “Because your body wants me, that’s clear, and fuck little girl, but I want you.”
And with that, he leaned over and kissed me in the truck cab, seizing my lips between his, his mouth commanding, so alpha, taking what he wanted. The heat between us ratcheted up a hundred degrees in two seconds, suddenly I was pressing my breasts against his chest, stroking his strong shoulders, worming myself closer to his masculine heat when he broke away, eyes alive, staring at me hungrily.
“Soon baby girl, soon,” he rasped before switching on the ignition and revving the motor. The tires squealed as we pulled once more onto the road, barreling at about sixty miles an hour. And I openly gaped at him, breath coming fast, body excited. Because what had just happened? We’d shared a kiss but it’d been so much more than that, it’d been wild, arousing, devastating because it was so short.
But Jason ignored me, hands sure on the steering wheel, the stick shift, his blue gaze fixed on the road, jaw set.
And by the time we pulled into the campus parking lot, my heart had calmed a little, but only slightly. I shot the big man a swift look before opening the door, slowly maneuvering myself out of the huge vehicle. And when I stepped onto the pavement, the alpha male was waiting, his big form deceptively relaxed, leaning against the front of the hood with a small smile playing around his lips.
“Soon baby girl, soon,” he rumbled, and with that the bell rang, signaling first period. But inside, I was a trembling mess. When? Where? How? All I knew was that I wanted Jason … no, I needed him. So the rest of the day was a waste. I couldn’t focus on anything, could barely see or hear, daydreaming, thinking of nothing but my situation.
But a hissing sound caught me ear during third period, interrupting my reverie.
“Katy,” whispered my friend June, a bubbly blonde who was more annoying than anything else. But we’d been fast friends for a couple years now, in fact June was kind of my only friend at this ritzy school. So I turned to see what the matter was.
“Yo, look,” she whispered again.
And now my buddy was jerking her chin to the left, making odd gestures. Automatically my eyes turned to look and I bit my lip, regretting it immediately. Because Jock McMahon was smiling lasciviously at me, openly sizing up my curves, even licking his lips. Oh no. I should have been excited because Jock was a big man on campus, a star player on the football team and a guy from the right side of the tracks. His dad owned a real estate firm in town that did a lot of construction and development, so yeah, as a girl with a questionable background, I should have been melting with desire, dying to get with him.
But there was just something about the football player that turned me off. Everything other women cooed about made no impression on me, or worse, made me nauseous. His blonde hair? It was okay, but he doused it with so much gel that the small spikes stuck straight up, stiff and shiny. The muscled physique? It was way overblown for my tastes, like a gorilla on steroids. But it was his smile that was the worst. Although other girls melted and swooned when he shot a grin their way, I found his smile to be more of a sneer, a twist of his mouth that never reached those green eyes, more like he pulled his lips into a crescent rather than a real, heartfelt expression of happiness and joy.
So yeah, I wasn’t into Jock, not at all, and it was just my bad luck that he’d noticed me, nodding and grinning. And after class, he made his move.
“Yo Katy,” he grunted, sauntering over to my desk. “How’s it goin’?”
I blushed despite my best efforts but it wasn’t because of his proximity, the lumbering form next to my desk. It was because everyone was watching, silently observing our encounter.
“I’m good,” I said quietly, shuffling some papers around before picking up my book bag. “How about you?”
And Jock smiled that dead smile then.
“Good, good. Listen, you wanna study together sometimes? I hear you’re a smart girl and I need help with this stuff.”
I balked. I really didn’t want to, I didn’t want to go to the library with this guy, spend one minute with him when I could be with Jason or Brent. But there were so many pairs of eyes on me, that I had to do what everyone expected, conform to everyone’s expectations.
“Sure,” I managed in a quietly strangled voice, every fiber in my being rebelling. “Sure Jock, that s
ounds good,” I tried again with a small smile.
And the big man puffed up with pride, looking like a rooster that had just cornered a pea hen, ready to do the dirty.
“Great,” he cawed. “I’ll see you later then,” he said before striding outside, joining a couple of his football buddies, their heads a foot above the crowd, proud, like a bunch of towering nutcrackers.
I turned to gather my books but not before June came racing up to me.
“Oh my god, Katy, you just got asked out by Jock McMahon!” she squealed.
My heart dropped.
“No that’s not true,” I muttered, head down, hoping no one could hear. “It’s just a study session, not a date.”
But June scoffed at that one.
“I don’t think so,” she singsonged. “I think someone just got asked out and girl, you are going to rock it!” she squealed, not caring who heard.
My heart dropped again. I didn’t want to be in this position, I didn’t want to be seen with Jock, didn’t want to date him, didn’t even want to be within five feet of him. So why didn’t you say no? a voice inside screamed. Because, I shook my head miserably, girls like me don’t get to choose when an acknowledged “hottie” like Jock comes calling. You have to do what people expect.
And it made me so angry, this feeling that I had to live up to people’s expectations, bow to their whims. But what could I do? I was literally the trashy girl from the trailer park, lucky to get any scraps much less a hunk of goodness like Jock McMahon. And if they knew about what was happening between me, Jason and Brent? Holy shit, every bad thing they already thought about me would be confirmed, I was only living up to their prejudices. So I walked slowly into the hallway, defeated, cheeks burning, heart heavy, with June chattering non-stop beside me, tossing all sorts of nonsense into the air.
“Oh my god, you have to look pretty,” she breathed. “You’re gonna get your hair and nails done, right? Luscious Spa over at the corner of Main and Second?”
“Oh my god, where do you think you’re going to study? The Corner Café? The Coffee Source? Or maybe that new place near school with the free wifi and fancy pastries? Oh my god!” she babbled, her words like a bee in my ear.
And finally I couldn’t take it anymore and whirled on her, voice firm.
“June-bug, I appreciate your support but none of that is going to happen,” I said determinedly. “First, Jock doesn’t study much, he’s too busy with practice and friends, so it was probably nothing. Second, you know I don’t have money to get my nails done, a manicure is thirty bucks. And last, if it does happen and that’s a big if, we’ll be studying in the library. It’s the only place that makes sense,” I said firmly.
But June wasn’t put off at all.
“Whatever Katy, he’ll come calling, I’m sure,” she singsonged as she danced off to her next class. “Look pretty Katy, this is your big chance!”
And my cheeks colored once again, but this time it was because I was kinda mad. Why did I have to like Jock? Why did I have to conform to expectations, swoon when everyone expected me to? Why was there this godawful feeling that I had to belong? But I knew where it came from. It’s because I’m poor, I’m the poor girl at a rich school, and they reminded me day in and day out of how lucky I was to be here. Not overtly saying anything, god no, but rather small things, like June had just done with the comment about the manicure. And so I tried to fit in, tried to be the good girl and do what people expected but those expectations were starting to crush me. I needed to get free, fast, to break out of this trance. And Jason and Brent … they were my answers.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jason
I went through the motions of the day like a zombie. I don’t see Katy at school much because we’re on completely different tracks. The brunette’s with the normal kids, kids who have a shot at going to college, kids who are smart and have after-school tutors to help them puzzle through their classes, do their homework for them if need be. By contrast, I’m on the “vocational” track, or the path for those kids who aren’t headed to college, no way, we’re gonna be mechanics, steelworkers, A/C repairmen, plumbers, all the good shit.
Because college is fine and all, but it’s not for me. I’m not into books or classes, I’m into working with my hands, making things, looking back on something I created with a sense of pride and accomplishment. So yeah, I’m grateful to Brent for hooking me up with the union, it’s a perfect fit with where I see my life going. And I know I’m lucky that Brent stopped by my tent that first day to make conversation.
But I’m a lost boy no more, I’m a man, hard, muscled, on a solid path with the prospect of a steady paycheck, and needs. And god, but those needs were driving me crazy now. The entire day I thought of nothing but Katy at school, how I planned on getting her naked, those big boobies bouncing, those wide hips so sensuous and curvy, parting the thickness until her pink cunt was revealed. And fuck, the things that I was going to do to that pussy … fuck, I had a slight hard-on just thinking about it and it was only sixth period.
So I forced myself to get back to woodshop, to focus on my cabinets. Most of the other kids were crafting boxes, planters, things for beginners that didn’t take much more than two pieces of wood slapped together. But I love true artistry, so I was building cabinets that we could install in the mobile home complete with raised panel doors, custom handles, and beveled glass to show-off fancy dishware. Shit, we didn’t have the crystal vases and dainty porcelain yet, but I was waiting for the day when we’d have enough to buy it all for Katy, treat my best girl to the finest things in life, give her everything she deserved.
Hands busy, I focused on the project in front of me, scrutinizing my work closely, glazing the wood with a deep oak varnish, classy yet utilitarian at once, something you might see in a decorator’s magazine. But once the bell rang, I ripped off my mask and put down the spray can, bolting to the door. Because it was time. Hell yeah, it was time to make Katy mine and I could hardly wait, dick stiff, eyes on fire as I drove like a wild man all the way home, tearing around corners, rubber squealing as the pedal hit the metal.
And whaddya know, she wasn’t back yet so I cleaned up a little, putting a couple dishes away, making my bed, picking up dirty laundry on the ground in my room. I’m not a slob but I’m not neat either and I wanted my first time with my best girl to be special, even if it was nothing more than having a tidy place to relax, to feel comfortable. And when the front door opened, my beautiful brunette stepping inside, things were ready.
“Hi,” Katy said breathlessly, turning to look at me with a smile, her pink lips so tantalizing, so gorgeous.
My dick turned to iron. How the fuck did this happen? The girl hadn’t said anything more than “hi,” yet I was on my knees already, ready to do her bidding, give her the moon, jump as high as she wanted. Struggling to stay in control, I shot her a deceptively easy smile.
“Hey yourself,” I rumbled, leaning a hip against the kitchenette, crossing my arms over my chest. The movement made my t-shirt pull across my broad chest, muscled arms bulging as they folded, strong, assertive, and masculine. And Katy’s indrawn breath, the way her breasts rose, pupils dilating told me everything I needed to know. The brunette wanted me as badly as I wanted her, and more than that, she was already hot, mere seconds into seeing me, her body preparing itself to harbor a man, taste a man’s dick, nestle him deep in her folds.
There was no point in beating around the bush.
“Good to go, baby girl?” I rumbled, arching an eyebrow at her.
She flushed because there was no mistaking what I was asking. I wasn’t getting ready to eat a snack or talk about our days, I was inviting her to get naked and explore each other’s bodies. I half-expected her to dawdle, to make some excuse, but instead the brunette took a deep breath, those huge tits lifting, and looked me straight in the eye.
“Your room or mine?” she asked, her tone direct even though her body was soft, wobbly, inviting.
And I ch
uckled deep in my chest.
“Mine, baby girl,” I rumbled. “Let’s do it in mine because I have a reinforced bed frame … which is perfect for what I want to do to you.”
She gasped immediately, cheeks growing even more heated, the flush spreading down to her chest, nips poking at me like rocks through her t-shirt. Oh god, what was it with girls’ t-shirts? Men’s t-shirts are often loose and have an actual “T” shape but the women’s cut she wore hugged every curve, the fabric stretched tight over her breasts, nipples jutting out proudly, emphasizing that tiny waist. Fuck, even the sight of my girl in a t-shirt was enough to blow the top of my head off, make me salivate and thrum like a sports car ready to race.
So she followed me into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly before sauntering to the wooden headboard. Oh yeah, I’d made this bed in woodshop with my bare hands, carefully hewing the logs, sanding them down, connecting them with special joists, unique hinges that could handle my massive weight, handle both of us if we went at it hard, bouncing up and down. And reading my mind, she shot me a coy smile.
“Did you have us in mind when you made this bed?” she breathed sweetly, flirtatiously, those brown eyes warm, pools of chocolate I could melt into. “Did you think of me?”
My dick popped out full force then, painful against the tight denim.
“Fuck yes,” I ground out hoarsely. “I’ve dreamed of this day baby girl, and I can’t believe it’s finally here.”
Katy’s eyes flashed then, filled with emotion, with longing, with need.
“I know, Jason, I know,” she murmured, coming to stand in front of me, one small hand trailing down my chest before draping softly around my neck. Oh god, it felt so good to be this close to her, I wasn’t sure I’d ever invaded her personal space before, and the heat rolled off that curvy form in waves, making my big body hum in her presence, harden and stiffen with need, my dick brushing against her soft tummy. But before we began, I put both hands on her shoulders, heavy, commanding, and rumbled deep in my chest.
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