by Bella King
I reached behind and unlatched it, letting the straps fall from my shoulders and move down my arms. I dropped it carefully behind me on top of my jacket.
My nipples stood at hard peaks of attention for Trent. He was quick to get his hands on them, pinching and playing with my sensitive nipples. I felt a shock as he toyed with them roughly. It was pleasurable, but on the brink of being painful as he explored the limits of my body.
Trent’s eyes were burning blue flames as he explored me, eager to go further. His hands moved down my bare waist, a finger hooking over my belly button for a moment before running down to the silver button that fastened my jeans.
“Are you going to have me naked while you’re fully clothed?” I asked, squinting my eyes at him.
“I’ll do what I want,” he replied but stepped back to remove his shirt. He always wanted to have control, and this time I would let him, but he had to play fair. I wasn’t going to be out here naked all alone.
Trent pulled the soft cotton t-shirt off his head, flinging it several feet away and flashing me a winning smile. His muscles were like those of a statue. They almost seemed to perfect to be real. I ogled at him, and my eyes grew even wider as he yanked down his pants.
I followed the sharp cuts along his hips to his manhood, hanging freely in the open air, already stiff and ready for me. I was overwhelmed by the sight of him completely naked. He was perfect, but to the point where I felt unworthy next to him.
I had to shake the thought from my head. I was the prize.
Have some self-respect, Samantha.
I undid the clasp of my jeans, pulling them down over my wide hips. I trembled as I undressed, trying to stay strong as his eyes burned through me. My cheeks flushed bright pink and prickling hot as I stepped out of my pants, standing only in my panties.
“I’ll take those,” Trent said, barging toward me and hooking his thumbs under the waistband of my black panties. He tore them down, maintaining perfect eye contact as he did so.
I gasped as the last piece of fabric left my body. My breaths went short and sharp, and I had to remind myself to breathe normally so that I didn’t faint. Trent looked down at my pussy, his cock rising even more now that I was completely nude. I felt the tip of it brush against my thigh, sending a rush of excitement through my lower half.
My lower stomach felt like fire, and I could no longer feel the air around me. Every part of me urged me to pull Trent inside and never let him go, but I waited for him to make the first move. That didn’t take long.
Trent grabbed my ass cheeks, squashing my body against his. His thick cock throbbed against my stomach as he kissed me again, his tongue finding the inside of my mouth again. He wasn’t as gentle this time, but he never really had been. He wasn’t that kind of man.
I felt a sting as Trent slapped both his hands on my ass and squeezed my cheeks hard in his large hands, pressing me even closer against him as he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth, so he did it again, and again, and again until I pulled away.
“That hurts,” I said, which was only met by a cocky smirk.
“I was going easy on you,” he replied. “Now, lay down on the ground and spread your legs for me.”
I hesitated. I could turn back now and forget this ever happened, but by the look in Trent’s eyes, he would never let me live the down. He wanted me, and I wanted him. Why, then, was this difficult for me?
A quick glance at his cock was about all I needed to comply. I wanted him in all his arrogant glory. I wanted him badly, and I would have him, if only for this one moment. It was time to live a little.
I backed up and got down on the grass. My hands met the cold, wet vegetation, warning the rest of my body to how chilly it was. The cool tickle of the grass against my backside was welcome after the hot sting of Trent’s slaps and manhandling. I was thankful that it was wet, even though I would have usually avoided it like the plague.
Trent kneeled down beside me, not even flinching at the coldness of the wet grass as he climbed on top. I opened my legs for him, spreading them wide to give him access to a precious part of me. I hadn’t done this save for once before, and I was nervous about giving him a part of me like this. The last boyfriend I had ended up in tears and heartbreak. I hoped that it didn’t happen again.
Trent smiled down at my body, taking his time to enter me. His hands worked their way up my thighs and over my stomach, running toward my breasts as he gazed at the pale flesh below him.
I writhed in anticipation of his love. The stirring in my lower stomach was now a storm of pure lust. I needed him now, and there would be no going back. I could feel the heat and longing from his body already radiating through my own, as though our energies fed one another in an endless loop. It was invigorating.
Trent held the base of his cock in one large hand and spread the lips of my pussy with the other, rubbing the head against my opening to test my wetness. He mused at it, examining my pussy long enough for me to think that there was something wrong. There wasn’t.
Trent pushed his way inside, groaning deeply as he penetrated me. I felt myself stretching to accept his thick cock, my interior walls coming close to their limit as he moved inside. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, but that feeling was quickly replaced with a rush of pleasure as he began to move in a familiar rhythm.
He was in and out, in and out, the world slowly fading into a dream as pleasure coursed through my body. I forgot that I was outside in the open and let out increasingly louder moans as Trent claimed me. His body was heavy on top of mine, but I loved it. I felt safe and secure under him like he was my shield from the horrors of the world.
I wrapped my hands around his back, feeling down his bulging muscles until I reached his ass, and then I gave that a firm push to get him deeper. I gasped as he drove himself in hard, beginning to pick up the pace as his breathing became labored.
“You’re my doll, my toy,” he chanted as he fucked me.
“I’m your whore,” I said, claiming the title. I wanted it.
“Yes, take this cock,” he groaned, pounding between my legs hard enough to slide me across the grass.
I barely felt the prickle of the grass and stones in my back as Trent took me to the highest place I could be, pushing me over the edge. I was falling through the air, down like Emily had when she toppled over the edge. I dreamt of this, but never had I felt anything like it.
I was disoriented for a moment, and then it happened. An explosion of pleasure ripped through my body like a category five hurricane. It ripped everything in my soul to shreds, rendering me helpless as I shrieked and squirmed in ecstasy as Trent continued his rough rampage. It was an orgasm that I never wanted to end.
I felt warm fluid squirting into me. Trent was cumming inside of my pussy. He leaned down and bit my neck as he came, digging his teeth in just enough to make me yelp. He squeezed my body close to his, burying his cock all the way in as he finished. Then, all was silent.
I could hear our hearts beating together, decelerating at a gentle pace. We were one at that moment, our body sticking together like wet paper. I felt complete, and I assumed that he did as well with how long he stayed on top of me.
Eventually, the cold got the better of him, and he reluctantly climbed off.
Chapter 14
I needed a stiff drink after what Trent and I had done. Once we gathered up our soggy clothes and got dressed, we headed back to the cabin in silence, holding hands and feeling each other’s glow as we walked.
I wanted to get plastered and do it all again, but I refrained from taking things too far that night. I ended up playing a few hands of poker with Trent and his gang before falling asleep in my chair. I guess I was more of a lightweight than I had thought.
I remembered Trent carrying me to a makeshift bed in the cabin and tucking me in. I had wanted him to stay, but he went back to finish his game before finally coming to bed with me. We slept together, and I prayed that this wouldn’t be the only time we did. I enjoyed
his company.
The morning saw a lot of groggy and hungover people crawling out of the cabin to head back to school so that we wouldn’t get caught in the hallway in between classes. It was best to reenter the school during the morning rush so that nobody would notice that we weren’t coming in from the same direction as everyone else.
Trent rushed me out of the cabin, and I was sure that I left a thing or two behind in the process of leaving. We didn’t have time because I had slept in without the annoying hustle and bustle of the dormitory every morning. Plus, Trent was so warm that I didn’t want to get out of bed. He made me.
“Are you going to hold my hand?” I asked as we enter back into the school.
Trent looked at me, giving a half-smile half-frown. “I don’t think so.”
I was slightly offended. “Why not?”
“Because, I need to go to class,” he said hurriedly.
I rolled my eyes. “Are you avoiding me?”
Trent stopped walking and relaxed his face. “No, Samantha. I think last night was lovely, but I’m not ready to make it all public and stuff yet. Have you even gotten revenge on Angela yet?”
I wasn’t expecting that line. What did Angela have to do with all of this? “I was going to do something. Why?”
Trent shrugged. “Just curious.”
“You don’t want to be seen with me if I get in trouble?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve been to detention so many times already that they’d probably just send me to prison if I fucked up again,” he admitted.
“Oh,” I said. “I know what you mean. I’ve already had two detentions. Any more, and it’s solitary for me.”
Trent chuckled and shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. I’ve been to solitary more times than I could count. They warned me that if I kept it up that I wasn’t going to graduate Bayside, and I would end up in jail.”
“I’ll be careful,” I assured him, “But I need to get revenge. This is for Emily.”
“Sure,” he replied, giving me an unconvincing smile.
I wouldn’t pull him into it, but I needed to do this for Emily and for me. If Angela really was that much of a monster, then she should be locked away. I think Trent understood that even if he was afraid.
“After that, do you want to go to the lake again?” I asked hopefully, looking up at Trent’s sparkling blue eyes.
He smiled and nodded. “I think that would be wonderful, Samantha.”
Chapter 15
“A couple of grams of crushed pills. You can snort them, eat them, or shoot them, but don’t do too much,” Lisa said, handing me a small baggy of white powder. “And this knife too. I sharpened it this morning, so it’ll split a hair into tenths if you want it to.”
I accepted a blade in a leather sheath. This all seemed like a pretty good deal for what I had paid. I wondered where I could find service like this outside of Bayside.
“If you get caught with it, no snitching,” Lisa warned, giving me a serious look.
“I won’t,” I promised. I wasn’t the one who was going to get caught with it.
“Of course you won’t because I’ll cut your tongue out if you do,” she said cheerfully.
“I think that won’t be necessary,” I said with a nervous laugh.
“I didn’t think so,” she replied. “Anything else for you, ma’am?”
“Yeah, come to think of it. Is there any chance you could get a hold of some plan-B?”
Lisa chuckled. “Yes, you need it now, I’m assuming.”
I nodded.
“No problem. I’ll get it to you later today. Just meet me here after the final bell,” she said.
“Thank you. You’re a saint,” I replied, grateful that she was able to provide so much for me.
“Hey, money talks. I’ll catch you later,” Lisa said, giving me a wave before she left.
I stood in the bathroom for a moment, looking at the products in my hands. I had been given a bunch of crushed pills and a wickedly sharp knife. These were perfect and would likely get Angela sent away to jail for a while.
I felt guilty for a moment before reminding myself that Angela was the reason that Emily was dead. She deserved a lot worse than this, but I wasn’t willing to risk anything more. I wanted to deal maximum damage so that I could hurry karma along. It didn’t always work the way that it should.
I took the knife and the drugs, tucking them both into my pocket. The knife stuck out a little, but I could move my jacket over the hilt, and nobody would see. Coming after Angela was going to be a risk, but I felt like it had to be done.
I left the bathroom, looking me around cautiously as I made my way down the corridor to my next class. I had an exam at the end of the day, and I wanted to plant the knife and drugs on Angela immediately after so that she would take them through the security scanner without discovering them herself first.
I scoped her out in the hallway. Attractive, blonde, a bit prissy, and a tight bun made her easy to find. It annoyed me that she wasn’t all that different from me. I felt like I was going after my evil twin.
She dipped into the classroom adjacent to the one I was about to take my exam in. I frowned in her direction as she passed through the doorway, a foreshadowing of what I was about to do to her. This was going to have to be quick and smooth, but I knew I could pull it off. Even with the camera’s hanging from every corner of the school, nobody would see me slip the stuff into her bag. Not if I was smooth enough, anyway.
I went into my final class with a strange feeling in my bones. I was a bit off the rails, so to speak, and that was thrilling as much as it was worrying. Even after this, things wouldn’t be going back to normal. I had already gotten a taste for the wild side because of Trent, and I was drawn to it like a bee is drawn to a daisy. Keeping me away from trouble would be impossible. I didn’t even care to try anymore.
It took me ten minutes to finish the exam. There were twenty questions that covered the most basic concepts that I had learned years before I ever had the misfortune of going to Bayside Academy. It wasn’t just easy. It was stupidly simple and almost annoying that I even had to take it in the first place.
I turned in my sheet before anyone else did at the front of the class, feeling a little crazy for worrying about it in the first place. The night I had shared with Trent would have made up for a bad grade, but I was going to get a perfect 100 without even trying. Bayside was turning out to be an ego boost more than anything else.
I slipped out of the classroom and snuck down the hall far enough to where Angela wouldn’t notice me when she left her classroom. I jingled the lock on a locker beside me, pretending to be getting into it so that I wouldn’t look strange standing alone in the hall. There was a regular patrol that moved through the corridor that I didn’t want to raise suspicion with.
People began to trickle out of the exam classroom, but my opportunity would come when the bell rang. Angela would be leaving with a group of other students, and I hoped that she would stop by her locker before going to the dormitory. I wouldn’t be able to sneak the knife through the security and plant it on her there, even though it would have been easier to. I would set off the alarm with that attempt.
I felt giddy as I waited. My lunch was dancing in my belly as I leaned over the foreign locker, hoping that its owner didn’t spot me fiddling with their lock. I didn’t want a confrontation now, especially when I was carrying drugs and a knife on me. It wasn’t the ideal time to get detention.
A piercing tone of the evening bell ringing broke through the still silence. A second later, students flooded into the hallway, spilling out of the classroom like a dam bursting into the city. I couldn’t even see Angela amongst the crowd of people, but that meant she couldn’t see me either.
I came closer as people shoved past each other. My shoulder was clipped by a large guy, almost throwing me to the ground. I stumbled, recovered, and began to press through the sea of people until I spotted Angela.
She wa
lked with a pompous skip in her step toward the lockers. I wondered if I had been like that during my first week at Bayside. She seemed fresh and different from the others, but nobody bullied her like they did to me, perhaps because she was the bully.
I slunk through the crowd, weaving around with my hand shoved deep in my pocket, clutching the knife like I intended to stab this bitch to death instead of slip drugs into her bag. I caught up to her as she was placing her bag on the ground in front of her locker.
Fuck, it wasn’t within my reach. I would have to distract her from it if I was going to pull this off. I walked up to her, taking a deep breath before she noticed me. “Hello,” I said, slipping the knife and drugs from m pocket and holding them behind my back.
She turned and frowned. “Oh,” she said as though she recognized me but didn’t like me.
I thought fast. I didn’t have a plan. “Can you read the time for me?” I asked, pointing at the clock on the wall. “My eyesight sucks.” That was true.
She gave me a funny look but glanced up at the clock anyway. I took the opportunity to toss the drugs and knife into her bag, shoving them beside the books so that she wouldn’t notice them. I almost wasn’t quick enough, but I covered my movement with a stumble back into the locker as though I had tripped.
The locker behind me rattled as I crashed into it, and Angela stepped back. “What the hell?” she exclaimed, looking at me like I was a stain on her boot. At least she hadn’t noticed that I had put stuff into her bag.
“Sorry, I tripped,” I said. “What’s the time?”
“Seven,” she answered. “You should know that. The bell just rang.”
“Silly me,” I said, grinning like a goofball as I stood normally again. “Thanks!” I walked away like a woman possessed, trying to carry my body quicker than it could naturally go with such short legs. I had made a fool of myself, but my mission had been accomplished. The was a win in my book.
Now all I had to do was meet Lisa in the bathroom to get my morning-after pill so that I wouldn’t risk getting pregnant with Trent’s baby. The idea was a lot sexier than the reality, and I was sorely underprepared for a commitment as big as that. I could barely get my own life together, much less support a new one.
