The path switch-backed up the hill again and I when I looked up, I saw Jeremy ramping through the air on his orange bike. When the path headed steeply downhill again, I gripped my handle bars tightly and hurtled down, dodging the tree roots and rocks. Towards the end of the trail was the real reward. I unclipped my shoes and let my bike coast as the path flattened out. I glided towards the guys who had already dismounted and were standing next to their bikes.
“There you are!” Jake joked.
They had stopped and lent their bikes against a bench that looked out over a natural pool. The clear water of the pool was fed by a waterfall. The water cascaded over the rocks and down to the still pool, with green trees framing the scene on either side.
I loved the spot.
“I’m so glad I’m here with you guys!” I said.
Then I realized that sounded corny and pretended to fuss with my saddle. I was starting to develop real feelings for these two guys and I wanted them and everyone to know how happy I felt. But my father’s campaign was still underway and elections would only take place a month from then. I didn’t want to jeopardize what I had with them.
***
Back at school, I had to stop talking with them again. I hated it. Every time I saw one of them, I smiled and quickly looked down. I hoped nobody noticed. Then I had another three days of not seeing them in class. I would only see them passing in the passage or in the distance on the campus. Otherwise I kept to myself. I wasn’t going out.
After our next joint class I walked out of the class after them. I waited till a few people had filed out between me and them and then stepped out of the class. Someone tugged on my sleeve. It was a girl whose name I didn’t know, but I recognized her face.
“Someone wants to see you in lab 5.12,” she said.
I frowned as she turned and walked away. Who would want to see me, I wandered. I headed to the room to see what it was about. I peered through the strip of glass near the top of the door and didn’t see anyone inside. I pushed the swing door open and stepped inside.
Then I felt someone grab my arm and I spun to face them.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“We couldn’t wait another minute to see you in private!”
I shook my head. Jeremy sat down on one of the desks and Jake pulled me towards him. I looked back towards the door.
“No class here for another two periods!” Jeremy said.
I tried to pull away.
“No, it’s still not a good idea!” I said.
He jumped off the desk and took hold of my other hand.
“We miss you, Tara!”
“We want to see you more.”
I hadn’t expected such sentiment from a pair of jocks. I turned towards Jake. He took advantage and pulled me right up against him. I sighed and looked up. He put his hands on my lower back and brought his lips to mine.
Then Jeremy tugged on my wrist and pulled me towards him. He kissed me deeply. I was wearing a short summer dress and Jeremy started to pull it up over my butt.
I yanked it back down again. “No – guys!”
“Aw, let us take a peek at your sexy panties at least, Tara!” Jeremy implored.
I shook my head and looked towards the door.
“Where’s the bad girl gone?” Jake asked.
I sighed, grabbed hold of the hem of my dress and quickly lifted it and pulled it down again, exposing my purple thong.
“Ooh!” both said, “do that again.”
I laughed and as I lifted the dress, Jeremy grabbed hold of it and kept it up.
“Hey!” I said and giggled.
Jake suddenly got down on his knees and brought his mouth up to the front of the purple underwear. I felt the heat of his breath go through the material. I bit my bottom lip. I tried to push his head away, but he took hold of the back of my thighs and brought his lips lower on the V shape of the panties. I groaned.
“Guys, no,” I said, with little resolve, “not here.”
After Jake’s hot breath and lips teased me for a few more seconds, I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. I couldn’t help myself, I had to fuck them, right then and there. I pressed Jake’s head harder against my pussy and groaned.
“Whoa!” Jeremy exclaimed.
He grabbed hold of my breasts over my bra and squeezed them. Jake yanked my thong down and brought his mouth to my pussy lips again.
“Yes!” I groaned.
His tongue flicked from my hot entrance up to my clit. Back and forth. My muscles began to throb for more. He wet his finger and put it inside me. It felt so good to have something inside my pussy. I wanted him to put more fingers inside and fuck me with them, hard.
I glanced at the door again and got more aroused at the danger of the situation. We would be suspended or thrown out of the school if anyone caught us. It reminded me of our outdoor shower sex at the reggae festival. I groaned as I thought back to both guys fucking me hard in the fresh, open air.
Jake inserted another finger and then another. He rammed them up, hard.
“Oh yes!” I groaned again.
I rested my hands on the desk behind me to steady my balance. Jake suddenly lifted me up and placed me on top of the desk. He undid the buttons of his jeans and let his hard dick pop out. He quickly pulled on a condom and, before I could change my mind, he was inside me. I couldn’t believe I was having sex with him right there at school in one of the labs!
Jeremy came closer and put his hand behind my head. He drew me closer and fixed his lips on mine. He pushed his tongue inside me as Jake thrust deep in my pussy. I groaned into Jeremy’s mouth.
“We better hurry up,” Jeremy said, urging Jake on.
Jake fucked me more vigorously. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and gripped the edge of the desk as he banged up against me. He thrust faster and faster and began to groan.
“Keep it down!” Jeremy warned.
It wasn’t Jake he had to worry about, but rather my groaning. They knew how loud I could be. Jake suppressed his final grunt and pulled out of me. Jeremy took his place, as Jake buttoned up his jeans and kept an eye on the door.
“Hurry you guys!” Jake said.
The thrill of getting caught, aroused me more. It wouldn’t take me long to climax now. As Jeremy penetrated me and ran over my g-spot, I barely suppressed a groan. Jeremy thrust again and again. The desk began to squeak with his movement.
“Hurry!” Jake repeated.
Jeremy began to grunt after a minute. He kept his noises to a minimum and I tried to as well. He increased his pace as he came close. I breathed deeper and deeper as I came close to.
Then my muscles clenched tightly around his cock as I reached climax.
“Argh!” I cried out.
Jake clamped his hand over my mouth. The rest of my groan was suppressed by his palm. And the throbbing pleasure flooded out through the rest of my quivering body. They had done it again. They had quenched my wild sex drive. I wondered how long it would last, as I quickly pulled my panties back on and my dress down. I didn’t know how I was going to keep a straight face when we stepped outside of the lab door and back among the other students.
Chapter 5
I heard my phone ringing and ignored it. Then it rang again and again. I rolled over and picked it up. I looked at the ID. It was one of my friends.
“Tara-”she began immediately.
“What, it’s Saturday morning,” I grumbled. “What’s so important?”
“Tara, you need to check out the news link I’ve sent you. Now!”
“Why -”
She was silent. I hung up and quickly clicked on the link with my iPad. I already had a terrible feeling I knew what it would be about. I recognized the dress immediately as the video began. It already had over a million views. The next second my mobile rang again.
“ I- I’m watching it now, Beth-”
“This is not Beth.”
Oh god.
“D-dad?”
“Yo
u have an interview with the University Dean at 14:00pm today. I am sending a car to take you there and then bring you directly home.”
“Da- I’m-”
“Do not leave your apartment. The car will pick you up at two.”
“Y-yes.”
“I am sending you an email. Read it. It’s what’s already been agreed upon in my discussions with the Dean. Make sure you read it, and agree to the terms at the meeting. There is nothing more to discuss with him.”
I felt like I was six years old and in trouble for writing on the kitchen wall in crayon.
“Terms?” I asked.
“You will agree to the terms, Tara. They are fair, under the circumstances -”
I heard the phone bleep. Another call was coming in. Maybe in was Jake or Jeremy. But I didn’t dare disconnect my father until he had had his say. When my father hung up, I flopped back onto the bed. How the hell had this happened, I wondered. How could reporters have gotten into the university? I shook my head. How could I have been so stupid!
The phone rang again and again. I kept checking the number, but it wasn’t either of them. And no message from them.
Eventually, I couldn’t wait anymore and phoned Jake. No answer. I tried Jeremy. No answer. I tried both again. Nothing. I messaged them both too. No reply. Why were they ignoring me? Were they responsible for the video somehow? Surely not. I couldn’t stay off social media, but the more I read the hurtful comments people posted, the more I wanted to just disappear out of town and out of the country. When the phone rang again, I threw it onto the floor, stuck my head under my pillow and started to cry.
The car pulled up exactly on time in the afternoon. I had my small suitcase packed and was ready for the Dean’s reprimand. I didn’t know how I was going to face him or my parents. I knew my father’s campaign would probably be ruined now. I had wanted to hurt him, but not like this.
When the car eventually pulled up outside my parent’s mansion, I gulped. I had survived the first ordeal with the Dean. I did not look him in the eyes once. Now I had to face my mother and my father.
I stepped out of the car and looked up at the two-story stone-façade. I guessed I wouldn’t be leaving there for quite a while.
***
All I heard, as soon as my father returned home, was how I’d ruined his career, that I was a selfish little brat and always had been and that I’d ruined all his plans he’d worked years at. I sat and took it in. Most of it was true, but what about him and the example he set, I thought.
Two days passed and still no word from Jake or Jeremy. I was devastated. I didn’t bother to leave my room. I’m sure my father was happy. I actually felt better imprisoned there and isolated. I even continued to read all the hate messages people posted. I couldn’t stop myself, even though they sunk me into a deeper and deeper depression.
I lost interest in food and eventually my mother knocked on my door five days after the incident.
“Tara, please, you need to eat something!”
I didn’t take the sheet off from over my head. I could feel the pressure of her body as she sat next to me on the bed. She stroked my arm. It only made me feel worse.
“Don’t ma,” I said.
“Please, you can’t starve yourself, darling,” she urged.
Eventually she gave up, but left a plate of food on a tray, in case I changed my mind. When she closed the door, I pulled the sheet back and sighed.
That night I finally gave in and picked at a roast potato on the plate. It tasted damn good. I wolfed it down and a piece of chicken breast. Then my phone beeped with a message. I couldn’t help myself. I picked it up to read what horrible comment someone had made.
I looked down and stared at the screen. It was from Jeremy. Finally. I immediately opened the message.
“We’re here.”
“What?” I texted back.
“Outside the back entrance gate.”
I jumped out of bed, slipped on a pair of pumps and quietly opened my bedroom door. It was late and the alarm system would be on. At the back door keypad, I looked over my shoulder quickly and then punched in the code.
I ducked to the left, as I stepped outside, out of the spotlight sensor range and dashed to the back gate. The hood of his Camaro peeked out from behind the metal gate frame.
“What are guys doing here?” I whispered, seeing Jake in the passenger seat.
I couldn’t decide if I was more angry at them or eager to find out what had happened.
“Tara, we had to come and see you,” Jeremy said.
He and Jake climbed out of the car and came up to the gate.
“How could you do this to me!” I hissed, under my breath.
Jake pushed closer to the gate.
“We’re so sorry Tara!” he said.
“But it wasn’t us!” Jeremy added, “We didn’t film it or post it. I swear!”
I looked back at my parent’s house.
“What do you mean, it wasn’t you?” I said, “Who was it then?”
“We don’t know,” Jake said.
“Must have been some sneaky media bastard or someone that wanted to get back at you for something?” Jeremy added.
I shook my head. I wasn’t totally convinced of their innocence, though they had risked driving to my parent’s well-guarded mansion. I took a small step towards the gate.
“Why didn’t you answer my calls or text me?” I asked.
“We couldn’t,” Jake replied, “Our parents and the University banned us from making contact!”
I sighed and rubbed my arms. Jake began to take off his jacket.
“No,” I said and laughed.
Maybe it wasn’t them behind it after all. But not hearing from them for so long had broken my heart.
“We missed you, Tara!” Jeremy said.
Jake nodded his head vigorously.
“I missed both of you too!”
Chapter 6
It was so good to see them again, I couldn’t sleep that night. I was so relieved it wasn’t them behind the terrible video. I was glad the guards hadn’t spotted them outside the gate, as my father would definitely not have waited to hear their side of the story.
His campaign had taken a dive, as I thought it would, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. As much as I was angry at him for cheating on my mother, I did feel bad for what had happened to his re-election plans. Politics was his whole life. He was not talking to me and probably wouldn’t for a long time. At least my mother was still talking to me. I guessed my public shame would not disappear any time soon.
After seeing Jake and Jeremy I felt much better. I was still getting attacked on the net, but after two weeks passed it eventually started to subside, thanks to Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. My father said I could return to University in the new semester, but I still had the issue of being banned from seeing Jake and Jeremy or speaking to them ever again. They had had to swear to the same terms in order to stay on the football team. It didn’t seem fair.
Though it was very risky for all of us, we still managed to see each other. We had returned to the same motel as before, but were very cautious not to be seen. Before we parted ways one night at the motel, we decided things had to change.
“What if we came out as a - err – threesome?” Jeremy said.
I nearly choked on my coffee and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“What?” I asked.
“I think he means that we’re all in a relationship together,” Jake added.
“Oh, you mean a polyamorous relationship?” I said.
“Yes, that,” Jeremy replied.
I was reticent to draw attention back to us again, but I was also tired of having to sneak around like a spy. I had real feelings for the boys, for both of them and missed being out with them in public and having fun together like we used to. We decided the best way to do it was with a press conference, so we could be in control of the message that went out there.
A week later, w
e climbed up on the podium, in front of the eager press. I hadn’t told my parents about it and knew they were going to be shocked. If the public didn’t accept it, we could be thrown out of University, the guy’s football careers terminated and my father’s career would certainly be done for. I gulped and then composed myself.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen and thank you for being here today,” I began confidently.
I was used to being in the spotlight and wasn’t afraid to address the gathering of press officials. I clicked open the document on my iPad and began to read our statement.
“I am engaged in a polyamorous relationship with Jake Black and Jeremy Miller. The nature of the relationship is meaningful and lasting. I feel a great respect for both Jake and Jeremy as they do for me, in the context of the relationship and in life. We apologize for our misconduct prior to today, but request that the press grant us privacy in our private lives. We cannot and will not apologize for the very real feelings we feel for each other and though our relationship may not be viewed as conventional, it is our relationship and sacred to us.”
The flashes of multiple cameras obscured the reporters for a few seconds. Then the questions began.
“Does your father, Senator Leon, condone your three-way relationship?”
I dug the front of my shoe into the ground behind the podium.
“My father has not had a chance to comment as he was not made aware of this press conference, however I am no longer a minor and can legally make my own decisions about my life, independent of him. I would like to add that my father is his own man, and my actions are no reflection on him.”
“Do you feel your father’s questionable moral activities, opened the way for you, Miss Leon?”
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