Jeremy sits beside me on the desk, slipping his hand up the back of my shirt while I’m engrossed in my kiss with Jake. His hand is cold against my skin, and I jolt slightly before drawing away from Jake with a faint giggle.
“It’s ridiculous that I’m so nervous about this,” I murmur, watching with my lip drawn between my teeth as Jake tugs his shirt off over his head. Jeremy rubs the small of my back in small soothing circles, and I turn to face him with a small smile. “You want some sugar too, honey?” I purr, and he grins wildly before leaning in to capture my lips with his. I tangle a hand in his shaggy blonde hair, the smoothness of his skin a sharp contrast to the stubble of Jake’s but a moment previous. I’ve kissed them numerous times, but it’s hard to imagine that I’ll ever grow tired of how well their difference work together. Jeremy draws away, lifting his arms as Jake tugs his shirt off as well. He tosses it to the side, considering Jeremy with a quirk of his lips.
"This is much more foreplay than you're usually up to," Jake comments and Jeremy reddens faintly. He gives his dark haired friend a slight shove, pouting adorably.
“This is a special moment, you dweeb,” he says sourly, his hand lingering on Jake’s chest. He draws away after a moment, looking back to me with an almost predatory smile. “We’re deflowering the fairest of maidens, after all,” he adds teasingly, and I can’t help but laugh. Jake reaches out to grasp my shirt by the hem, and I quirk my lips in a smile.
“What, are you on shirt duty?” I tease, and he chuckles.
“Just trying to keep things moving along,” he grins, and I can only smile wickedly.
“Who’s the one skimping on the foreplay this time?” I grin, reaching behind myself to unclasp my bra. He bites his lip sensually, reaching out to ghost his fingertips to the swell of my breast. “I would think you’d want to prolong this moment. After all, Jeremy had a point. Deflowering of the princess and all,” I manage, exhaling a soft sigh as his touch travels down my stomach.
“So you admit you’re a princess?” Jeremy pipes up, leaning in to kiss my shoulder. His hand soothingly rubs my shoulders, and I can only press into his touch with a soft sigh.
“I’m your princess, aren’t I?” I smile cheekily, and Jake leans in to wrap his lips around one of my stiff nipples. He sucks it into his mouth for a moment, drawing away with a lewd pop. I redden, considering him with wide eyes.
“Our princess. Forgive my eagerness, your highness,” he murmurs before tucking his face against the side of my neck. He flicks his tongue out to my skin, tasting me before taking his teeth to my flesh. He bites hard enough to mark me before tenderly kissing the skin there. I mewl in pleasure, and Jeremy takes the opportunity to mark the other side of my neck.
“I’m going to have to wear a scarf tomorrow,” I whine, the sound dragging out as Jake kisses down the column of my neck to my shoulder.
“We just want it to be very clear that you are taken,” Jeremy whispers, ghosting his lips to my ear. I know that I should stop them from marking me further, but the idea of being utterly and entirely claimed by the two of them sends my heart furiously pounding.
“Even if we are your little secrets,” Jake murmurs, nipping at the curve of my breast. I quiver, trying to find my voice to protest.
“N-not,” I manage to get out, cutting myself off with a wanton groan as Jeremy latches on to my other breast, drawing away to look me in the eye.
“She’s right Jake. We’re not small by any means,” he retorts, winking before drawing my nipple back into his mouth. It always amazes me how the two are able to keep cool enough to find their voices when we’re in the throes of passion, but I must say, now is not the ideal moment.
"Use your mouth for something better than talking," I manage to grit out, tangling a hand in both of their manes. Jeremy rumbles in laughter against my chest, but Jake only doubles his efforts, lapping at the small marks that cover my breast. He drags his tongue against my nipple, flicking it up and down in a tantalizing motion. Jeremy reaches down to fidget with the button of his jeans as he lavishes my chest with attention, and Jake gives him the slightest of nudges. Jeremy heaves a sigh, apparently taking the hint that the focus should be on me for the time being. Jake gently pries my thighs apart, my skin-tight jeans inhibiting my movements slightly. He shifts away from me, glancing to Jeremy from the corner of his eye before helping me out of my jeans. I'm wondering if there will be some argument about who actually gets to claim my virginity, but Jeremy remains focused on my breasts as Jake slips my panties down off of my hips.
“Lay down,” Jake say warmly, and Jeremy guides me to my back on top of the desk. It’s not the most comfortable place in the world, but my mind is taken off of the awkwardness as Jake settles between my thighs. I look at him through wide eyes, and he meets my gaze, quirking a brow.
“Are you going to…?” I inquire softly, and he hesitates for a moment before responding with a shake of his head.
“Not yet. I want to make sure you’re ready,” He murmurs. Jeremy draws away from my chest, leaning in to kiss my ear.
“You just stay nice and relaxed, baby girl. We’ll take good care of you,” he murmurs. His lips meet my own, cutting off my strangled cry of ecstasy as Jake drags his tongue up my slit. My thighs twitch, and he holds me gently in place as he continues to sloppily probe my entrance. I don’t realize that he’s raised a hand between my legs until I feel one of his fingers gently pressing into my waiting womanhood. Jeremy draws away, and I’m stricken by the uncomfortable look on his face. I notice just how much his bulge is pressing against the fabric of his denim, and I clumsily work the button on his jeans to set his member free. “W-we’re taking care of you,” Jeremy manages weakly, trying to draw away in spite of his obvious desire to press into my hand.
“Jake and I can’t be the only ones to enjoy ourselves,” I whisper, taking his girthy length into my hand. I give him an experienced squeeze near the base of his shaft, prompting a breathy groan to slip past his lips. I’m so focused on trying to please Jeremy that I’m nearly jolted out of my skin when Jake presses a second finger inside of me. He works slowly, and there’s a slight ache at the penetration. I feel myself being stretched wider than I’m used to, and unintentionally flex my inner walls around his fingers.
“You’re so tight, baby,” Jake murmurs, giving me a moment to adjust to his fingers. Then, he begins to scissor them inside of me, preparing me for his length. The pain ebbs slightly as he works me a bit looser, and I relax around his invading digits, resuming my steady stroking of Jeremy’s member. Jeremy rocks against my hand, eyes fixated between my legs where Jake is preparing me.
“You’re so lucky I’m letting you have the first go, dude,” he manages weakly. Jake rolls his eyes and I can only giggle softly in response.
“Whatever dork,” he begins, glancing to me with tenderness in his gaze. “Are you sure you want to do this baby girl? Are you okay with me…,” he trails off, shifting his jeans and boxers lower on his hips. The crown of his manhood is almost purple he’s so aroused, and I can tell he’s struggling to keep himself restrained.
“Do you have a condom…?” I inquire softly, not wanting to spoil the mood but especially not wanting to spoil the long term with a child.
“I always keep one on me,” he smiles awkwardly, taking the packet out of his pocket and ripping the foil. My toes curl in anticipation as I watch him slide the condom on his throbbing length.
“I know it won’t feel as good,” I stammer apologetically, and he chuckles softly before silencing me with a kiss.
"It'll feel great. It'll be the best I've ever had because it's the girl I love," he grins, pressing against my entrance carefully. Jeremy continues to thrust erratically against my hand, and it's all I can do not to squeeze the life out of him. I'm terrified of how painful this may be, but I know that I want this more than I've wanted anything in my entire life. "I love you, baby," Jake murmurs, pushing into me. The sensation of being stretched wider than I ever have been washe
s over me and a jolt of pain shoots through me as I'm entered for the first time. Tears prick the corner of my eyes, and Jeremy draws my hand away from his erection to lace our fingers together. He gives me a reassuring smile, and I'm nearly overcome with emotion for both of them.
“I love you. Both of you. I love you so much,” I gasp out, involuntarily clenching as Jake continues to push deeper inside of me.
“Relax, baby,” Jeremy murmurs, his voice strained with arousal but still filled with warmth. Jake pauses, giving me a moment to adjust. Steeling myself, I wrap my leg around his back and pull him flush against me. As a result, he has no choice but to hilt himself inside of me. I manage a strangled cry at the initial pain, and his eyes widen in concern.
“Tara,” he begins, but I press my lips to his, keeping him as close to me as I am able. For a moment, we simply remain as one, with him fully inside of me and Jeremy clutching my hand. Slowly, I lower my hand back to Jeremy’s manhood and draw away from Jake.
“I’m okay. I want to finish this. It’ll get better… right?” I gasp out. Jake hesitates, but nods his head, beginning to pull out of me. My hand is tight around Jeremy’s length, and he wraps his hand around mine to loosen my grip. He guides my hand up and down as Jake pulls halfway out of me before pushing back in. The pain is beginning to fade, replaced with an intense surge of pleasure with every move the dark haired man makes. I gasp out his name, and he meets my gaze, worry still in his gaze.
“You okay?” He inquires softly, and I experimentally clench around him. He nearly doubles over at the sensation, gritting his teeth against a sharp cry.
“More,” I say desperately, urging him to move once again.
“O-okay,” he manages, beginning to thrust into me at a more steady pace. His jaw is clenched, and it’s obvious he’s fighting to hold back.
“More,” I scream, and he begins to slam his hips against mine, our skin making a loud slapping sound that seems to echo around the room. The motion of my hand against Jeremy’s length grows erratic, and he groans, drawing away to spill his seed on the floor. I tense the hand that had been pleasuring him in Jake’s hair, but he voices no complaint, too wrapped up in pounding into me at a bruising pace.
“Yeah, dude, get it,” Jeremy gasps out and Jake groans out my name. That familiar sensation of my orgasm looming begins to creep over me, but it’s more intense than I’ve ever felt before. I feel as if I’ve ascended some great mountain, daring myself to dive off the highest peak.
“I’m… I’m gonna,” I say weakly, clenching around Jake’s length.
“Come for me, baby,” he all but growls, and that’s all it takes to throw me over the edge. I squeal in pleasure as I reach my orgasm, and he hilts himself inside of me, his body quaking as he spills his seed in the condom. He draws away after a long moment, all but collapsing on top of me. He gasps for breath, pressing his lips to mine. After he draws away, Jeremy kisses me as well. For a long moment, the three of us merely bask in the afterglow. Then, I realize we’ve made an utter mess of the classroom we’re in.
“Uhm…” I begin uncertainly. Jake seems to catch on, slipping off of the desk.
"We should probably get you home, love," Jake murmurs, wiping me clean with his shirt. He tucks it into the waistband of his jeans, my essences drenching the fabric. I stand shakily, pulling my clothes on and looking to the two with a tender smile.
"That was…. Wonderful," I whisper, pressing another kiss to their lips in turn. "I don't want you two to get caught being seen with me, especially looking as thoroughly mussed up as I do," I say carefully, and the two nod their understanding.
"At least let us walk you to your car," Jeremy requests, and I can't turn him down. The three of us walk arm in arm to the parking lot, and they each kiss me tenderly before I slip into my car and out of the lot.
I can't imagine that anything could be better than this. Nothing can bring me down from this high, nothing…
I sneak into the house, slipping into my bedroom and taking a shower before settling in for the most content night of sleep I've had in my life.
The next morning, I wake to the sound of my cell phone repeatedly dinging. I blink blearily, grabbing the phone to read through my texts. I have no idea who could be texting me so early, but before I can fully examine my phone, my father bursts into the room.
"You said you weren't going to see those boys anymore," he roars, grabbing my remote and turning my television on to the news. Much to my shock and horror, there is a video of the moment the athletes and I had shared in the classroom. My cries of pleasure echo through the room, their names having been repeated in my bliss. Notably absent is the moment of sweetness we had before the actual lovemaking. I look at my father with tears in my eyes, horrified that such a wonderful moment had been intruded upon in such a way. His eyes soften, if only slightly, and he draws in a shaking breath. "I'll see if I can clean this mess up somehow. You… I don't even know what to tell you anymore. It's obvious you don't care about anyone but yourself," He says bleakly, slipping out of my room. I watch him go, choking sobs catching in my throat. I can't stop the tears spilling down my cheeks, and I only just manage to dial Jake's number, waiting for him to answer.
The phone rings for a long time, but I only receive his voicemail. Trying Jeremy, the response is much the same, though the ringing is cut off much sooner. It's obvious that he's cut the call off, and I realize with a start that the men are ignoring me. Unable to believe it, or more specifically, unwilling to believe it, I desperately continue calling them deep into the day. In spite of the devastated voice messages I leave the two of them, I receive no reply, even late into the evening. Once again, my father does not tell me goodnight. My mother doesn't even check on me. When just a day previous I had been on the highest mountain, I know felt as if I was plummeting back to the earth. In spite of the facade I've had to live, in spite of everything, I realize this is the most alone I have ever felt in my life. I lay down in my bed, squeezing my eyes shut against the tears. Tomorrow's another day, but I have little to no confidence that it will be any better. How could it be?
CHAPTER SEVEN
It's late that evening when I hear a persistent tapping at my window. I blink, staring dully into the darkness. I wonder vaguely if it's some sort of burglar, only secondarily wondering how they had got past security. I breathe a sigh, musing that if it is a burglar, I won't put up a fight. However, the breaking window to indicate an intruder never comes, just the steady rapping on my glass. I breathe a sigh, rising out of my bed and slipping towards the window. I have no idea what the noise would be if not an intruder, but I suppose I may as well investigate. As I part my curtains, I swallow a shriek as I make out a pale face in the darkness. Not just one pale face, but two. I blink blearily, recognizing the faces after a long moment.
"You pricks," I whisper under my breath, tears pooling in my eyes. I open my window and the two come tumbling into my room. Jake is the first to his feet, immediately sputtering apologies with a glisten in his eye. I stare, trying to make out his stammered apologies, and Jeremy rests a hand on his shoulder to quiet him.
"We're sorry," Jake blurts, almost loudly enough to wake the entire house. This time Jeremy and I both shush him, and I shuffle to my window, sliding it shut against the chilly night.
"I can't believe you two wouldn't answer your calls. After claiming to love me-," I begin intent upon going on a tirade. Jeremy is swift to interrupt.
"We do love you. We were just trying to pick up the pieces. We nearly lost our football scholarships," Jeremy mutters, looking apologetic.
"The scholarships are secondary, though. We never meant to put your reputation at stake. We've come up with an idea on how to fix this, but it's sort of a hit or miss chance," Jake adds, drawing me into his arms. I think to fight against him, to make them as miserable as they've made me, but I know they never meant to hurt me. I press my face into his shoulder, choking out sobs as Jeremy rubs my shoulder.
"What are we going to
do?" I manage to sob, and Jake hums soothingly as he kisses my temple.
"We've arranged for a press conference with the media. They approached us looking for the dirty details, but instead, we told them that we wanted to approach the media as a group," Jeremy says with a faint smile. "I don't know what on earth we're going to tell them. That's why we snuck in. We wanted to try and come to some sort of solution with you," he adds.
"How did you even sneak in," I blurt, looking towards the window.
"Well, we got caught initially. But your mom managed to answer the call instead of your dad, and she seemed to know who we were. She told us to try your window and wished us the best. She seems really nice," Jake mutters. I feel my chest bloom with warmth at the thought that my mom was still looking out for me in spite of how furious I know I must have made her.
"Alright… so. We need to come up with a plan," I say quietly. The two nod their heads in agreement, looking eager to solve our problem.
We plan late into the night, and the boys sneak out just before daybreak. I get little sleep, too shaken with excitement and fear for the press conference the following day. I wake up and dress swiftly, in my most formal attire. I told Jeremy and Jake to dress up as properly as they were able, and they promised to impress. As I'm getting dressed, I hear the faintest of knocks at my door. I pull my shirt on, shuffling to the door with the expectation that my mother will be on the other side. However, it's my father that greets me with a faintly withdrawn expression.
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