Chapter 2: I Get Nothing Right

The second Monday at the new school arrived with apprehension and worry. I wanted to see Rebecca, my soul mate, but I feared what would happen if I showed up with what she wanted me to wear. I chickened out and didn’t wear the entire combo. I just couldn’t show that much of my body. Instead, I wore the mesh half-shirt with a nice sports bra under it. I added a cute black, half-sweater that Tess lent me in the summer, but it made me sweat too much in the fall heat. I snuck out of the house in a very short, black skirt and crotchless, white panties. My pussy tingled and moistened as I held my bag to hide my legs.

I hoped that Rebecca would like my outfit and that she would understand that I couldn’t expose everything.

Rebecca didn’t like it and scowled as I approached. The sunshine caused deep, dark shadows under her eyes and chin.

“I thought you loved me?” she asked when I leaned in for a kiss. The cool morning air tickled my moist slit. Her face shone in the sunlight, bright eyes in her dark sockets, wet lips, her lower one stuck out, perfect, flawless skin, even the pimples on the side of her right ear added to my attraction. Today, she pulled her hair up in a high ponytail, with a loose, black tank top and grey sports bra. She wore bright blue, short soccer shorts that allowed the bottom of her ass cheeks to show, and either a thong or no panties.

“I do. I just, you know, it’s too big a step for me, you know,” I stammered while I pulled back. I held my backpack tight by the top strap in front of my crotch and thighs. Someone laughed behind me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Rebecca. Her stern gaze, gaunt cheeks, and thin-lipped pout broke my heart. My mind screamed at me, while my heart slowed, then raced, and thundered in my ears.

“We talked about this. You agreed. I thought you wanted me to help you become more confident and outgoing,” Rebecca said with disappointment and anger. Someone called her name, and she waved without breaking our eye contact. She didn’t blink, and I held my breath. Did I just destroy the most significant thing to ever happen to me? All because I worried about what others thought?

“I’m sorry, it’s too much,” I said, almost in tears. My lower lip trembled as I mentally repeated that I must remain strong. Tears would make everything worse. I wouldn’t cry like a baby before stoic, strong Rebecca.

“We’ll get you there,” she responded and kissed me. Her firm lips touched mine, and my heart soared, my mind screamed in ecstasy, the sun brightened, and the birds returned to song. Thankfully, Rebecca still liked me, even if I chickened out and didn’t dress as she wanted. I needed to open up more, or I might lose her.

My arms snaked around her hips and grabbed her ass to show that I didn’t care what others thought anymore. Her tongue explored my mouth as her cherry scent invaded my senses.

We walked hand in hand into school. Fenna waved and started to walk over, but Rebecca pulled me into the washroom before I could return the wave. We pushed between two younger girls as they talked and vaped. Neither dared say anything to Rebecca.

We entered the closest stall, and Rebecca pulled her shorts down, no panties. She sat down on the toilet and spread her legs, her large meaty pussy lips spread in front of me. I knelt and pushed my tongue between them.

“Lick, lick, lezbos,” one of the girls shouted. Rebecca had a hand on the top of my head and the other on the right side of my face, with my nose buried between her lips, as slime clogged my breathing, and her musk overwhelmed my senses. Tongue deep, I pulled her hips and pussy towards me.

“Oh gross. Her face’s buried in the other girl’s couch,” a voice said above the door behind me. Rebecca pulled my face in more and gyrated her hips on my face. I struggled to breathe and lick. Her fingers slid under my hair and pulled it forward, the pain caused me to moan and wish she would do something for me.

“Margot, are you in here?” Fenna called from the washroom. My pussy exploded in moisture, I wanted Fenna to fuck me with a massive strap on while I ate my lover’s pussy. Memories of her in the washroom with Lise, Zoe, and Bella flooded my mind. Rebecca’s sweet juice made them more real, less of a memory, and more of a maybe-soon with Rebecca, added to the mix.

Rebecca pushed my face in harder while she pinched her nipples and said, “Oh, I needed this. You’re forgiven, soulmate.” Her legs closed and crushed my head. I put my hands on her knees and tried to push her legs apart, but Rebecca had soccer player legs, strong and sexy legs. My breath escaped in gasps as her juices flooded my mouth. I had to twist my head to get enough space to breathe.

“Fuck off, she’s busy,” Rebecca shouted and squeezed my head harder into her pussy. I could only get small gasps of air while she rubbed her pussy and my face together. Her slime covered my cheeks, lips, and rolled down my chin. Pubic hair dislodged into my mouth, gross, but I didn’t have time to remove it, I just focused on Rebecca and her needs.

“Yeah, she’s doing a good job,” the voice said behind me. Rebecca’s legs opened, then closed tighter around my ears, and I lost my air pocket. I couldn’t move or breathe, just lick. Her powerful legs cut out all noise, her heartbeat joined mine to pound in my head. Someone lifted my skirt and pushed a finger in my cunt. I moaned and wiggled my hips. The finger pressed on my ‘g’ spot and the thumb on my clit. I wanted more fingers deeper inside me. I wanted whoever, I guessed Fenna, because she knew what to do with her fingers, to push their whole hand inside me. I wanted to scream in pain while Rebecca screamed in pleasure.

“Put your fist in and take a picture,” Rebecca said between gasps. My body screamed for oxygen. I couldn’t get enough. Then the girl’s fist slammed into my pussy, and she giggled, while someone said, “Fuck she took it all.” Fire shot up my spine. My lips pushed inside Rebecca’s pussy, her pussy lips spread on my cheeks, and her clit rubbed the edge of my nose. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak, I could barely hear. I could only thrash, lick, and wiggle to get my soulmate off.

Fenna said, “Margot, are you alright?” I couldn’t move my body, but my tongue snaked as deep as it could inside Rebecca. My mind screamed for oxygen, and my bladder screamed to release. Pain shot up from my pussy, my spine turned to jelly, my arms went limb, and Rebecca shuddered. Her juices flooded my face, down my throat, and into my lungs. I choked, I vomited into my mouth, the bile burned as it came up and went back down. She let go of me, and I collapsed to the floor, as the girl’s hand slipped out. I didn’t pass out. Oxygen filled my lungs, the darkness reseeded, and my feet and hands twitched.

“Margot, oh my, are you ok?” Fenna said while she knelt beside me, her massive chest inches from my face. I wanted to bury my head between her breasts, to lose myself to Fenna and Rebecca, and those nameless girls. I wanted everyone to get along, like a family, like my soccer team.

“She’s fine,” Rebecca said and stared at Fenna, who stared back. Fenna doesn’t get angry, but she flushed, as if she might blow a fuse. I couldn’t look at Fenna. Guilt grew in me from when she slept over, from when we fooled around in the summer. Did Rebecca know? She would see it in my face, in my posture. I couldn’t face sweet Fenna. Instead, I gazed up at Rebecca and almost begged her to like Fenna, to allow my friend to join us.

“She’s mine, my soulmate, not yours,” Rebecca said, reached down, grabbed my hand, and hauled me up. Rebecca’s juices dripped off my chin, my face glistened with it, my mascara smudged on my cheeks, my lipstick, half off, my eye shadow, smeared on my forehead, my nose, red with a snot and juice bubble in the left nostril. My teeth had her pubic hair that my tongue couldn’t dislodge. I staggered with her past the two girls, who stared at their phones while the shorter one said, “Did you see how far my hand went in?”

I glanced back at Fenna as we left. She had her fingers over her mouth, her eyes bright and moist. Red covered her pale neck and left chin, with her nostrils open like an upset horse. Her blonde hair appeared dull over her dark black eyeliner. I wanted to rush back and comfort her, to tell her that Rebecca doesn’t mean anything by it. New love makes everything different and past relationships more complicated. We just needed time to find our equilibrium.

The chaos of the hallway and the bathroom door closure cut off the other girl’s response, and Fenna didn’t follow us. I had to sit through social studies with my messed-up face and pussy stink all over me. Thankfully, I had enough time between classes to clean up.

Tuesday didn’t turn out much better.

I wore the nippleless bra and crotchless panty set under my standard shirt and shorts.

Again, I disappointed Rebecca, but she forgave me, although I didn’t see her after school, nor did we talk that night. I understood she loved me, but I just couldn’t live up to her expectations. I loved her for her patience with me.

Fenna and Lise waved to me in the hallway after lunch, but I avoided them. I couldn’t talk to Fenna after what I’d done. Further, Rebecca didn’t like Fenna, and I couldn’t risk Rebecca’s further wrath.

As I stumbled home from the bus stop, the twins from across the street ran over to me. “Adam and I love your clothes. He wants you to model for us,” Alex said, and held Adam’s hand. Adam had let his hair grow while Alex had cut hers. They had the same hairstyle and length. Her chest had grown, still small, but with cute little bumps, and small, prominent nipples. She might one day have breasts like her mother. Adam’s arms had grown more defined, and he stood half an inch taller than Alex.

“I can’t, kids. I’m busy,” I said. Guilt welled inside me at the lie, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone. My heart hurt for Rebecca’s absence.

“We’re not kids. We go to the same school as you!” Adam said, turned, and ran home. Alex giggled, rolled her eyes, and followed. Her ass had grown too large for her jeans, it wiggled as she walked.

“Annoying, right?” Rose-Ann, their mother, said beside me. I hadn’t noticed her approach. She thrust her breasts toward me, her breath sweet with alcohol, and a cigarette dangled from her fingers. The classic housewife from porn movies, bleached hair, old eyes, young chin, lips, and nose. She had happiness lines on her forehead and worn skin on her neck. Her gold chain hung down between her breasts, the cross buried between her cleavage.

“You haven’t been over for dinner. Tell your mother to come over, I’ll make a pie or something,” she said, licked her lips, and swayed after her children. I wanted to follow them, but I just couldn’t, as I had homework.

I tried to call a few people, but everyone had stuff to do. I wanted to call Fenna, as she would cheer me up, but after what I did to her yesterday, I didn’t dare. Instead, I surfed the internet, ate a quiet dinner with Mom, did a short run, showered, and fell asleep without doing my homework.

Wednesday, I wore a short skirt, with crotchless panties, and a crop top with no bra. My small breasts bounced as I walked and threatened to escape. If I bent over, I would expose both my pussy and asshole, plus my breasts, as the crop top fell into my face. I knew because I tested it at home after Mom left. The whole way to school, I sweated and worried. Some girls stared and made lewd comments, and a few guys asked me to lift my shirt or bend over. One tall, heavily tanned boy, with bleached hair, reached up under my shirt as I passed and squeezed my left breast. I twisted away and rushed to a seat in the middle of the bus. I wanted to curl up next to the window, but forced myself to sit in the aisle seat so no one would join me.

I hoped she liked this outfit.

Rebecca bounced and clapped her hands when she saw me. She rushed to hug me. Her warm hands moved up my back and held me.

“You look good, Babe,” she said and kissed me. Her hands roamed my back, then one moved to my front to grab my right breast, while the other moved down, pulled up my skirt, and slid a finger inside me. We stood on the concrete just outside the school front doors, as other students walked past, a few made “You go, Girl,” comments while others told us to ‘Get a room.’ One younger girl had her phone pointed at us in one hand while her other hand rubbed her crotch under her coarse green army pants.

“Not here,” I said, but I didn’t stop her. The messy, black-haired, army pants girl bit her lower purple lip. She stood in the shadow of the wall, in the corner where people couldn’t easily see, where teenagers often smoked. Her arm moved up and down, and her phone jiggled with her large breasts under her black, AC/DC t-shirt.

“Why not? I don’t care about anybody but you and making you happy,” Rebecca said before she kissed me again and stuck two fingers up my pussy.

Maybe crotchless panties were a good idea. Perhaps I could look more ... sexy for Rebecca. Today, she wore a tight white tank top with no bra, her small areola visible in the bright light, thin red soccer shorts, above, white and red striped, knee-high socks, and white running shoes. She dressed to turn me on, so I needed to dress for her, and this felt good, even if other students could see and film. Fuck them, I wanted, needed, Rebecca, and yesterday taught me that to keep her, I needed to do stuff like this, stuff that made both of us happy.

“What did you have for breakfast?” she asked as she fingered me. Students streamed past us, but two stopped to film, one tall black male with chiseled cheeks and a massive smile, and the other, a short Hispanic boy in a heavy red and blue plaid shirt and long, knee-length, blue shorts.

“Mom made bacon and eggs with hashbrowns,” I exclaimed as I struggled to breathe. My chin burrowed into her shoulder, her lemon scent, her silky hair, and her firm, long fingers made me not care that she fingered me in front of the school.

“You ate that junk?” she asked and slipped in another finger. My knees grew weak, and I held onto Rebecca for support. The breeze cooled my skin, the sweat on my forehead, and the moisture that had leaked down my right leg.

“Yeah, I was so hungry from skipping lunch yesterday,” I gasped, as Rebecca pulled her hand from under my skirt.

“You need to have more willpower. That stuff is bad for you. Only water or coffee, and maybe a piece of toast, for breakfast,” Rebecca said with disappointment in her voice and face. She watched a small group of football players shove and hit each other as they entered the building.

“I am just so hungry,” I whined. The two guys who had filmed us stared at their phones as they walked away. The army pants girl lit a cigarette and smiled at me. Blue smoke surrounded her head. How can anyone do that to their body?

“Do you want to be a good runner? Do you want to live life to the fullest, or do you want to be like the sheep I despise?” she asked while she stared at a group of basketball players. She frowned but studied them. I grabbed her right hand and brought it up to my mouth for a kiss. It smelled like me, but I didn’t care; I wanted her to like me again.

She turned to me. I couldn’t meet her eyes, and stared at her thin, bony chin. She wanted the best for me, but I didn’t have the strength yet. Her stare bored into my forehead, but I didn’t dare look up. I held her hand and inhaled my scent and something else, something more acidic, more bleach-like. She must not have washed her hands this morning, or something.

“I’ll try,” I said. I didn’t know how, but I needed to learn to live more, to keep my soulmate.

She leaned forward, kissed my forehead, and said, “I’ll help you.” My heart soared as sweat rolled down my spine. I could do this, for her.

I skipped lunch and dinner because of the breakfast I ate. Rebecca helped with texts and quick phone calls when the hunger grew too large for me to handle alone. My rock, my iron rod that kept me on the straight and narrow.

Just after Mom ate, and I pretended to eat, Sofia and Eva showed up. Eva wore a green, armless, summer dress, with red flowers that hung to her knees, and white, knee-high socks, with black shoes. Sofia had a bright yellow shirt that accented her darker Hispanic skin. She radiated sunshine.

“Like, can we hang here?” Sofia asked, with her fingers entwined with Eva’s. Eva smiled at me and walked past. Sofia followed and said, “My uncle’s visiting, and he, you know. Hey, Mrs. Margot’s mother.”

Mom sat at the dining room table, coffee almost finished, as she texted on her phone. “Aren’t you two cute, and it’s Deb,” Mom said, and finger fluttered at them. Eva giggled, and Sofia pretended to act concerned. Sofia said, “Are you not Margot’s mother? ‘Cause Mom said you were, and while I said you were Margot’s sister, Dad agreed with Mom.”

Mom beamed at Sofia, Eva kissed Sofia’s neck, and said, “What did the baby corn say to the mama corn? Where’s pop corn?” The world stopped. Mom, Sofia, and I stared at Eva. Eva smiled until she must have remembered that Dad died last year because her smile dropped, and she stumbled to say something. Tears appeared under her eyes, and she turned to leave until Mom said, “In my belly.”

We all stared at Mom. That didn’t even make sense. Mom then added, “What? I like popcorn.” Eva’s laughter burst out, Sofia chuckled, Mom smiled, I rolled my eyes, and closed the front door.

“Did you girls want to watch a movie with us? I was thinking about putting on Drive Away Dolls,” Mom said, dumped out the rest of her coffee in the sink, and walked to the front room.

“Yeah, I hear the movie’s, like, super sexy,” Eva said and pulled Sofia to the front room. I followed the lovebirds.

Sofia and Eva cuddled on the couch, while I sat beside them on the third cushion, like a third wheel. Mom curled up in the chair under a green and yellow fuzzy blanket. We could only see her head.

“Margot, can you go make popcorn? Eva had a great idea,” Mom said as the opening scene finished. Eva had her head on Sofia’s shoulder, and Sofia had her arm around Eva’s shoulders. They fit like jigsaw puzzle pieces. “But I would rather have mom corn,” Eva mumbled. Sofia taped her shoulder as a light hit, and Mom chuckled.

“Why did the kernel pop when Margot touched it?” Eva asked. Mom giggled as if she knew the joke. I stared at Eva and tried to think of a punch line, but nothing came. Sofia asked, “Why?”

“Because she’s so hot!” Eva said. Mom smiled, Sofia hugged Eva hard, kissed her forehead, my face flushed, and I went to the kitchen. I made two bowls, one for Mom, one for the cuddly girls, and returned with a large glass of cold water to help ease my hunger.

Halfway through the movie, Mom snorted and snored, Sofia rubbed Eva’s breasts, and Eva rubbed Sofia’s pussy. Eva had her shirt up and her bra down. Her nipples danced in the blue flicker of the TV. Sofia had removed her panties, her one leg draped over Eva’s leg, while the other spread wide to give Eva better access.