Chapter 4: Let’s Just Forget

Monday morning, tired and nervous, I hobbled off the bus. My hands trembled and my knees wobbled. Someone had put weights on my feet because I hadn’t had a pill since Friday. I wore the outfit Rebecca wanted, the mesh half-shirt, paired with the nippleless lace bra. People could see my little red nipple circles when they stood close, and the dirty old men and jerk teenage boys stood too close, with their gaze on my chest. My short skirt with crotchless panties caused a boy behind me to sneak an upskirt picture. I wanted to turn and hit the asshole, but I had trouble with my backpack, too heavy, and I didn’t want to pass out on the bus. What would this group of smelly, bad-breath, cretins do to me if I collapsed?

Boys stared at me with lust in their eyes, and catcalled me, while girls snickered and laughed at me, as my feet refused to walk, every third step, my knees almost gave out. The sun hurt my eyes, the shade of the school froze me, and the sweat, perfume, and hallway noise made me want to throw up in my mouth. Thankfully, I had nothing in my stomach, and I only dry-heaved as I shambled forward.

“You look amazing,” Rebecca said and kissed me. My head spun, and the world blurred, the overhead lights dimmed, the noises, the smells, and even the air’s chill receded into the background. The blue lockers appeared grey, the black number plaques dark grey, and the off-white numbers didn’t make sense.

I needed her.

She slipped a finger up my cunt and fingered me in the middle of the hallway. I collapsed into her arms, my legs unable to hold me, only her fingers inside me held me up, her hand, her strong arms, her sweet breath - the world didn’t matter, nothing mattered, only my need for Rebecca, our deep connection - soulmates forever. My arms trembled as I tried to hold onto her.

“Shouldn’t we go into the bathroom?” I asked, worried about the other student’s attention. My nose buried into her slick, soft, red and blue national team replica jersey. It smelled like rotten, woodsy cologne. Her dad’s? Didn’t matter, just the moment mattered.

“I want the world to know how much I love you,” Rebecca said, and fingered me faster. Her mint breath, strawberry shampoo, and the cologne on her jersey caused me to gasp for air and love her more. Electricity shot up my spine, heat filled my belly, and my cunt twitched in time with her thrusts.

I held her with all my little strength, loved this, loved her, needed this, needed her. People stared, some recorded, some whispered. “What are you two doing?” A voice called out from down the hallway.

Rebecca dragged me through the closest bathroom door, the men’s room, where two first-year kids vaped and stared at us, as if Santa had brought them a present.

“Shit that was close,” Rebecca said and laughed, which soothed my soul and made me love her more. I would do anything for my soulmate.

I giggled as the two boys glared at us, too stunned to record us.

“Do you like?” Rebecca asked the baby-faced kids. One boy wore a blue and green sports cap with an octopus or something on the brim, and the other had a purple and gold cap. Otherwise, they had generic boy clothes, shorts colored to match their hats, white shirts, and dirty sneakers.

Rebecca turned me to face them as her hands pinned my arms to my side. The toxic cherry odor defined the boys perfectly, little fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boys, not through puberty yet, with a desire to grow up too fast, but instead, destroyed their bodies with toxic stuff, with no idea how to act like an adult. I smirked at them, so young, too young, the same height as me, Rebecca would eat them alive, and they would die to see real naked women like us.

The octopus boy shifted as he stared at us. Cute, one day someone might call him handsome, but he needed to grow, get hormones, and grow a pair of balls. A real man would have me over the sink with a massive dick inside me. Instead, this little boy could only stare and cover the bulge in his pants with small, almost girlish hands. The other boy couldn’t even process enough to cover his bulge, which tented his thin shorts.

“If you have enough, I’ll let you watch,” Rebecca said and pulled up my skirt. My engorged cunt lips spread out from my crotchless panties, as liquid dripped from when she fingered me—everything burned except my chest, which had turned to ice. I stared at the purple and gold cap’s tent in his royal purple shorts. A pinkie-sized wet spot kept my attention. My body needed to orgasm.

Rebecca pinched my nipples and I almost collapsed onto the floor, only her hand on my cunt held me up. In the distance, a bell rang, for decades, it stabbed into my brain and tried to tell me something, something not important, but something I needed to notice.

“Good girl, Margot,” she whispered and panted. She had two fingers inside me, and her other arm wrapped around my body to squeeze my breast. Only the hand in my cunt, held me up, kept me from a fall into the abyss. Octopus boy rubbed his crotch, while the wet spot on the other boy had grown to the size of my thumbprint.

“I love you, Babe,” Rebecca said and turned me around. Her face, flushed red with excitement, shone in the too-bright lights. Her lips made a frown, but her eyes smiled with deep lines beside the corners. Her thick black eyeliner gave her a cool, deep-set, severe appearance. Her eyes reflected my distorted, too pale face.

She slipped a pill in my mouth and dragged me from the washroom and into a half-empty hallway. “We have a party after school,” she said, kissed me, and turned away from me.

“What kind of party?” I asked. We hadn’t been to a party since our first day together.

“A fun one,” she said as she walked away. I stared at her firm ass as she walked away. My heart hurt, my crotch burned, and I wanted to slip back into the washroom and jill off. The two boys rushed past me, and I realized that I would not make it to class on time. Another late mark in my attendance. Fuck.

The party sucked, just two guys and us. Joe and Jim looked like typical jocks. Tank tops, baggy shorts, wavy hair, and they only talked about their last game, with each other, like we didn’t matter. I didn’t care enough to figure out what sport.

I had no interest in them, only in Rebecca.

They drank red cups of black liquid while Rebecca and I cuddled on the couch. I don’t like alcohol, but I did try their Jack and Coke. Wow, way too sweet, but I had not eaten all day, so I drank the whole glass without a thought. My stomach burned, and my mind raced, as the sugar coursed through my veins like lava, and burned through my muscles, arms, legs, and face. Heat radiated off my skin and added to the stuffy room. I wanted more sugar. I needed more calories.

My head spun. Perhaps the booze, the lack of food, or my love for Rebecca. A basketball game played on the TV, with the volume low. A vast white cabinet dominated the beige wall, and generic color-swirled pictures adorned the other walls. The white leather couch matched the white end tables and glass coffee table. Red cups, dirty plates, and empty beer bottles lay scattered on the table.

Rebecca gave me a pill to swallow, which tasted like chalk and left a bitter aftertaste. I downed another cup of sweet, delicious Jack and Coke. Everything brightened, and for the first time in days, I had enough energy to exist, to do whatever I wanted, whatever Rebecca, my soulmate, wanted.

“It’ll help,” she said. It did, but I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, or didn’t care to concentrate on anything; only love mattered, only my love for Rebecca, the air, and the world, and these guys deserved love. Such a beautiful house, with two open doorways on either side of the TV cabinet, and shallow stairs that led up on the right, beside the front door entrance, with shoes and jackets discarded on the floor. I wanted to live here, forever, with Rebecca, and these guys could also stay.

At some point, Rebecca left for the washroom, fresh air, or maybe a glass of water. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered but my love for everything and everyone. I gazed at a photo of the boys with two older people, parents, Mom and Dad, and a cute, golden dog. Joe and Jim sat on either side of me. I couldn’t tell them apart.

I stood to look for Rebecca or get another Jack and Coke, which one of the J’s gave me, so sweet; I loved it, him, and I thanked the other J, which made me giggle and almost fall, but Jim, because he’s a him, caught me. He looked older than in the picture, with small tufts of hair above his lip.

They had pulled my shirt off and sucked on my breasts through my bra, like babies, but why do I have two babies? Did Rebecca and I have kids? No, Joe, or Jim, the J boys, not mine, but I don’t have any milk. I giggled at that thought and sipped my drink, but it had nothing left. What do you call a drink with no drink? A drank? A cup of drank? Too bad, the drink, I giggled and hiccupped, tasted so good.

They pulled off my skirt, almost naked, with no drink, only a drank. The basketball game on the TV switched to football, but not the soccer type, the big guys in pads type, with cute, firm, sexy bums, who ran in random patterns on the bright green field with white lines.

I handed the empty glass to Jim, or Joe, whoever, and they pushed me to the floor. The room didn’t spin as much, but my head did. I gripped the floor with my fingers and toes to ensure the world didn’t throw me off. Bile filled my mouth, but so did a dick, a yeasty, warm, foul, thick dick that pressed against the roof of my mouth. My hands fumbled with his hips, to pull, or push, or both, or neither, maybe just to hold onto something solid.

A prick slid into my cunt, long, full, thick, but not big enough, but he hit my ass with a smack, that helped the fire grow. The dick in my mouth probed the top of my throat. The prick inside my cunt didn’t fill me, nor hurt, just there, inside, like a finger in a dam.

An image of a water stream from a hole filled my mind, and I giggled. Bright blue, with a tinge of yellow. Why yellow? Maybe Ava likes yellow. The prick slammed into me, and the sharp pain destroyed the image. The penis in my mouth twitched as I sucked. I sucked. A giggle escaped me, and I almost spit out the penis.

“She has a nice loose pussy, so worth it,” the guy behind me said.

“Sucks at bj’s though,” J, with his dick in my mouth said. I choked as I giggled at his choice of words.

“How would you know?” the other guy said, smacked my ass twice, “She’s all soft and wet, fuck, I’m going to dump a massive load in this bitch.”

BJ guy laughed, grabbed my head and forced his dick down my throat.

My pussy gushed while I choked, but why? Why do I leak and try to inhale this dick? I don’t like guys. I hate guys. Well, not hate, but I have a soulmate. Rebecca. What must she think? Two guys, one in my mouth and the other in my cunt. And my hands held his ass and held him in my mouth, while my hips thrust backward to get the guy in deeper, to fuck me harder, to make me hurt, and cum. I love Rebecca, and she’s my soulmate. I didn’t want this, but must, because my pussy tingled and leaked, my mouth gobbled the dick, and my body shook with desire and love for these boys.

My fucking body betrayed me. My body loved this. Why?

They didn’t fuck me hard enough. The guy behind rubbed more than he thrust. The front guy pulled out and pushed back in, but I wanted him down my throat, to gag me, to make me squirm. The pill or alcohol did something because things hurt, but from a distance. Like a shout across the field, I heard it, I felt it, but instead of the shock and the lust, it just, over there, not here, not close enough.

The front guy pushed deep. I held him, I wanted to feel his sperm down my throat, to fill my lungs, to make everything burn and bring me back to earth, but he pulled out, my finger nails tried to hold him, but he screamed, or shouted, or someone did, and he covered my face with his sticky, gross stuff. Worse, I closed my eyes, instinctive, and nothing stung, nothing, other than slime on my lips, chin, and in my right ear, more inexperienced, tentative on what and how to touch me. Like they learned from online porn but had never had the real thing. Did they want me to teach them? Show them how to hold my hips to control my body, and how to grab my hair to control my head?

I mumbled as I choked on the guy. They high-fived each other and thrust together, in sync despite their inexperience. The carpet hurt, which helped connect me to my body; otherwise, I would have floated away, which may have happened, because I woke to Rebecca, slime on my face, and blurry overhead lights.

Except the boys still had a dick in my pussy, and one in my mouth, they switched, this one tasted better, and the guy behind smacked my ass. Cum dripped off my face, so disgusted, I didn’t even lick the stuff from my lips. Maybe it will start to burn, and I will feel something more. The TV switched to water, with girls in silly caps, and a yellow ball. Yellow like Ava. I scrutinized the screen to find her. The girls splashed, white sparkles, and hit each other. One girl, in a black suit, pulled another girl’s suit to expose her little red nipple. They all had bright white asses, that swallowed their black suit bottoms.

The guy behind thrust harder into me, it helped, I pushed back, I wanted all of him inside me. I tried to yell at him to shove his hand in my ass, or maybe, fuck my ass while he pushed his hand in my cunt, or maybe his friend could shove his hands, four hands, I could have four hands inside me. Instead, I screamed around the dick and hammered my hips backward against him. His hip bones smashed my ass cheeks and sent some faint jolts up my body. Blow job guy fucked my wide-open mouth. Rebecca blocked the TV while she stroked my hair and my upper back.

Pussy guy stopped. But I hadn’t finished. Rebecca rolled me onto my back, my legs up in the air, and I pushed my hand in my cunt, my sopping, juice filled, cum filled, too far away cunt, but it didn’t hurt, not enough, even the slaps on my clit didn’t do enough. I withered and moaned on the floor.

Blow job guy spurted on my face, across my eyes, and they stung, but not enough, nowhere near enough. Until Rebecca pulled my hands out, dressed me, and drove me home.

My cunt twitched and I wanted her to fuck me, but the lights outside kept me distracted. They drew my mind to their sparkles, their white and blue colors, and sometimes red and yellow.

“Margot, what the hell?” Mom said as I stumbled past her. I smiled, avoided the wall, dropped my shirt on the floor, my skirt on the ceiling, my underwear on the walls, and played hide and seek with my bed until it found me.

I didn’t care, I just fell asleep.

I dreaded school, dreaded Rebecca’s reaction that I fucked two guys last night. I had fuzzy images and a massive headache. My body refused to work right, too numb, awkward, random muscles fired, in the wrong order, and I bumped into guys on the bus. Tall, firm, suited guys, with the same haircuts, the identical blue suits, and all wore goofy, stupid ties with fish, cartoons, or green trees. They groped me on a packed bus, with horrible odors of garlic and cigarettes. I hadn’t worn underwear, neither bra nor panties, and one guy shoved a finger in me before I could push him away. I exited the bus early and stumbled to school.