Chapter 10: Jenny

The final year was upon us, and I had to go back to school. I did dread it at first, but I smiled all day when I arrived with Brent. He was attracted to me, there was no denying that, and I couldn’t help but feel the same way. There was something about each brother which made me want to get to know them better. Brent was clearly the primitive one, the type who didn’t hide what he was feeling and didn’t apologize for it. Prent was the quieter of the three, more sensitive, and it made me curious about him. Trent was the one I could talk to about anything, and felt he never judged me, no matter how embarrassing it was.

“What’s the meaning of life?” Brent asked as he appeared at my locker.

I turned to look at him, his blue eyes shone, and his dirty-blond hair was cut even shorter than the last time I saw him. When did he have time to get a haircut?

“No idea.”

He shook his head. “You disappoint me, fair lady, I thought you would be the one with all the answers.”

I was just about to reply to him when I saw Kurt; the summer freedom and not having to be around him all day made me forget about him to a certain degree, but the moment we came to school, I remembered my world before. It was as if it all came flooding back to me. I spent all day avoiding him because we had no classes together, and this morning Brent told me to stay off social media. This was our final year. Soon we would be out of high school and I should focus on that and nothing else. I listened because my nerves were already sky high, but with the boys making me feel so comfortable, they managed to soothe it until now.

“Look what the rat dragged in!” Kurt blurted out.

“This school has gone downhill since they brought in crooks. Remember to hold on to your money, otherwise she may end up stealing it, just like her dad.”

Everyone was staring and laughing; they did that whenever Kurt was around. He loved an audience. He was wearing his Gucci suit and a chain so damn big he made Jay-Z’s chains look small.

“Hold on, Kurt. She’s been through enough, seeing as you left her to pay the bill at the country club last month!”

Kurt choked. “That’s right. One piece of trash to another. Of course, you probably paid the bill. Probably cost you a month’s wages.”

Brent shook his head. “Not a month, but a week. How low are you, with all your money and bling, to let us poor folks pay for your damn lunch bill?”

They were arguing, but then I noticed Kurt had his arm around Veronica. The girl that I hated. She made it known she was interested in Kurt from the time she joined Boston High. She was the perfect match for him with her fiery red hair, green eyes and hourglass-shaped body. A figure he would accuse me of being oversized with, but with her, the way he grabbed her ass, it was as if he was trying to make a point to me. Not only had it taken him a month to find someone to replace me, but she was everything that I wasn’t—from a teen model to having thousands of fans on her Instagram.

“Break it up!” Mr. Wholes screamed as he drew closer to them. He was the Phys. Ed. Teacher.

In a few seconds, fists were going to be thrown. Kurt wasn’t capable of throwing a punch, but Brent was, and Kurt was so fucking vicious that he would happily take Brent to court for it.

That’s all he was good at, provoking people and then squeezing money out of them, just like his dad.

My eyes darted to Brent, who was holding back. He was angry, and I could tell he was going to burst. It wasn’t his first run-in with Kurt. I hurried after Brent as he walked away. Kurt laughed; I knew that laugh too well. It was one of victory. He knew he could provoke Brent and get what he wanted out of him. Maybe not now, but another day he would do it and win. I had to show Brent that Kurt wasn’t worth it.

Within ten months, as Brent had said this morning, we were out of here. He would never have to see Kurt again. I chased after him shouting his name. Thank goodness, I had a good breakfast this morning. I wasn’t much of an athlete, so the food really gave me the energy to chase after Brent. He was leaving school, and I knew the path he was taking. I’d done it so many times with Kurt. A cut in the fence at the back, and we were out. He was out of sight as I reached the fence. With all my last strength, I cut through the fence, and when I got through the bushes, I couldn’t see him.

This is when I felt a hand grab me and pull me into a bush.

“Why are you following me?” He was breathing so heavily and sweating, which I couldn’t imagine was from running, not like me.

I tried to catch my breath.

“I wanted to make sure you are okay.”

He shook his head. “You shouldn’t be cutting class.”

“Neither should you.”

He shrugged his shoulder. “Touché, but Kurt just winds me up in so many ways.”

I nodded. “I know. I get it.”

“I shouldn’t let him get to me. It has been five years since the accident. We went to court, and his dad was cleared of all charges, even if he was speeding, and it always stresses the fuck out of me.”

I put my hand on his shoulders.

“I know. It’s understandable. You lost your dad, and he didn’t. I felt bad about it. I didn’t know how to talk to you back then. I couldn’t. Because, I was with Kurt, and I had to take his side.”

“You belong to no one. Not Kurt then, and certainly not now. It’s like you don’t get it.”

He turned to walk away from me. I didn’t get it, but I wanted him to make me understand.

“Go back to school. You shouldn’t be here. I just need time.”

He didn’t turn to face me. He just walked away, and like a lost dog, I followed him. I knew he was hurting, the same way he’d seen I was in a mess last month, when Mom left me at the country club, and he tried to heal me. I wanted to do the same with him.

“Are you going to keep following me?” he bit back, and he must have seen the fear that flashed across my eyes. The kind, gentle Brent had left and been replaced with this one, who had so much emotion in him, he could turn the field into flames.

“Yes!” I crossed my arms and showed him I wasn’t going to let him frighten me away.

“Fine, then you better just jump in the car.”

“I planned to do that anyway.”

He paused and looked at me, probably sizing me up, wondering why the weak girl he rescued had disappeared. I’d spent all month thinking about it; my parents may be alive, but there was no denying I was an orphan, otherwise I wouldn’t be sleeping in his guest room.

When we reached the car, and he tossed his bag to the back, and it dawned on me that Trent would need a ride.

“Hey, did you tell Trent you were leaving?”

He chuckled as he stepped into the car. I quickly did the same before he changed his mind and decided to leave me.

“He’ll figure it out once he hears the gossip. One thing I won’t miss about this place is gossip. It can eat you alive.”

“Only if you let it.”

As I put on my seatbelt, he gave me the same puzzled look he did once before, only this time he wasn’t frowning, but he was smiling. Which helped me realize he didn’t hate having company, but rather needed it, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself.

* * *

I didn’t ask Brent where we were going because he was driving, but it was clear we were leaving the city and going to some fields or part of the mountainside. I’d been there before because Nan was a great believer of hiking. She loved roaming the mountains, but then there was some big argument between her and Mom leading to me not being able to visit her anymore. I did my best to please my dad by making sure I kept Kurt happy, and the same with Mom by keeping Dad happy, but never in the midst of it all did I ever care or wonder about my own happiness, until now.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Brent said, and it was then I realized we were by a spot near a cliff. I was so lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t even realize he’d stopped driving.

“I was just thinking about my nan. She used to bring me here when I was a kid.”

“Here?”

I shrugged. “I’m not even sure where we are, but she wasn’t much of a beach person. She preferred quiet spots. She hated crowds.”

“Why are you speaking about her in the past tense. Has she passed away?”

I unbuckled my seatbelt to face him, so we could speak face-to-face.

“No. Not that. It’s just Mom and her had a big fight a few years ago and as a result of that, she stopped coming around. No one was allowed to contact her or anything, and I have no idea where she is now.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t try to at least contact you. She must have heard the news about your dad.”

I nodded. “Yeah, true. But, she probably thinks that I’m with Mom. So, why would she reach out?”

“It doesn’t matter. Family is family. I swear, you people are in a world of your own.”

He unbuckled his seatbelt, and took the keys out of the ignition before opening the door. I quickly followed suit, hating his tone.

“You people?” I asked as I moved to the side of the car.

“Rich. You think that the world owes you something because you have money, so this gives you the power to do whatever you want.”

I opened my backpack, which Brent gave me this morning. It held only notepads and pens, because I had nothing.

“Look inside. What do you see? Nothing. I own nothing. So, I don’t know what your beef is about me being rich and uptight, but you’re the one acting like an ass not me. Like the way you were ready to fight Kurt. I mean, the guy’s a jerk, and you wanted to fight him. What… to show how macho you are?”

“No, to have him squealing on the floor, begging me to stop! He couldn’t hit back even if he wanted to.” He broke out in laughter, and so did I. The idea of seeing Kurt’s bloody face on the floor with his Gucci white shirt and chain wrapped around his neck just made it worth it.

“Screaming at you, ‘I’ll sue you for this. I’ll need plastic surgery.’”

“He needs plastic surgery now. I just don’t know what you see in him.”

I pointed, to correct him. “Saw in him. Not that it makes it any better. I never did see anything in him. He was my dad’s best friend’s son. I had to get along with him. It was expected, to unite our families.”

He motioned for me to walk in his direction as we continued talking.

“That sounds so old fashioned.” He paused as he took my backpack from me. Then moved to the car and popped it in the back. “I mean, I know some people do that shit, like royalty, but you guys aren’t exactly royalty.”

I agreed, “I know, but we acted like it, as you just pointed out a few seconds ago.”

He was embarrassed and remained silent as we kept walking after locking the car. I had put him in his place, whether he deserved it or not, but I wanted him to know, when he spoke about Kurt and my family, I wasn’t like them.

“So, I used to come here with Dad to vent.”

“You’re a man of surprises.”

He stopped, waiting for me to continue. I hesitated, but then I decided seeing as we were being so honest with each other, I would tell him what was on my mind.

“You shocked me today. The way you handled Kurt.”

He nodded. “Whenever I see Kurt, I just want to punch his lights out. I know they say time heals and helps get over grief, but with me, it’s taking a lot longer.”

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Everyone’s different. Even if you and your brothers are triplets, it doesn’t mean that you’re supposed to all feel the same.”

He leaned down, and then up again, as if he was thinking twice about what he was going to do. I turned to face him, smiling and encouraging him as he became so close I could smell his musky scent. My mind started to play with me, preparing me for the kiss that I was longing for. His tall frame overpowered me and I felt the sun being totally blocked as he leaned over.

I opened my eyes, wondering what was taking him so long. As I did, he pressed his lips against mine. I wanted to say something, but then I couldn’t think of anything as he moved away from me, making my body feel heated one minute, and the next it felt cold. It was as if he wanted to be sure of something, as he left me hanging, then took my hand, and the mood which was turning sensual was suddenly stolen from me. He dragged my hand and said, “You coming or what?”

Just like that, he’d changed the mood and started smiling and being friendly again.

“You’re worse than Jekyll and Hyde.”

He shook his head, “No. I just don’t want to take advantage of you. I know that you’re vulnerable right now. It would be wrong for me to make a move on you.”

I stopped walking and crossed my arms.

“You really think I’m so innocent that I can’t make any decisions for myself?”

I asked annoyed about the way he was hot one minute and cold the next.

He shook then nodded his head, repeating it again as if he couldn’t make up his mind what he was thinking or feeling about the question.

I moved closer toward him and as I did, he took my hand and dragged me to a rock. I’d done more running today than I’d done in a lifetime. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I could just about keep up with his feet. He wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. Great, I’d told him I wasn’t a flower, and now he was out to prove me wrong.

My whole body was so hot, as if it was on fire, as we came to a dramatic halt. I didn’t realize he had a bag on him, or rather, it didn’t really occur to me, because I was too busy trying to be kissed by him one minute and the next, worrying about where we were going to.

As I tried to catch my breath, he moved close to me, then slid his tongue inside my mouth. It took me by surprise, the way he’d turned from being unsure to completely taking control as his hand moved to my back. I felt weak for a second. It was as if he was so hungry for me, something which I never experienced with Kurt, the only boy I’d tongued before. I became lost in the movement of Brent’s lips, the soft sounds that were escaping his mouth letting me know he was enjoying it as much as I was, and this made me even more into it.

He moved away from me with his brows crossed, leaving me hanging.

“I brought a blanket, which I usually do when I come out here,” he said as he took it from the bag and laid it out.

I stood frozen, unable to move.

“Do you want to join me?”

The next thing he did was slowly take off his shirt, seductively with no hesitation, and threw it to the side of the blanket. This time, my head spun around. This spot was quiet, but we couldn’t be the only ones here, even if it was a Monday and not even twelve yet.

“You said I shouldn’t treat you like some innocent. I want to see if you’re the bad girl you claim to be. Can you handle it?”

He was challenging, teasing and laying on the blanket, patting it for me to join him by his side. I shouldn’t have done it. We were out in the open, but for some stupid reason heat rushed between my legs and my pussy ached… and the virginity which I told Kurt he could take flashed out of my mind.

It was as if Brent was pulling me toward him with a tight rope, my mind flashing with all types of thoughts.

I should leave.

I should stay.

I should just lose my v-card.

But there was no denying the attraction between us, and it was crazy, because as he flung off his sneakers, suddenly I was conscious of it all. I hadn’t brushed my teeth. I hadn’t shaven for a long time; there was nearly a forest growing down there. And worst, but not least, all the running before we lay down on the blanket. I was in some need of perfume and deodorant, and not necessarily in that order. Also, the perfect picture I’d planted in my mind of losing my virginity was fresh in my head.

He grabbed me as I got close, and gently laid me on the blanket, and then he eagerly pressed his lips against mine. It was as if he was a caged animal and I’d set him free. He skillfully moved his hand over my body. There was no way he didn’t have experience. Me, on the other hand, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Did I touch his butt? Body? What?

He pulled back, and then he blinked and stared at me for a brief second.

“Wait, are you a…”

I gently nodded.

He shook his head. “No way, but you’ve been dating Kurt since like forever, or so I’ve heard.”

He sat up, and I followed him, hoping he wouldn’t change his mind.

“Yeah, and Kurt would kiss. Grope me if I didn’t put out. Make me suck his cock or something, but sex… No, we’ve never had sex.”

“But you know he’s fucking Veronica, right? You know he’s not a virgin.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I knew he would do that. I mean, she’s been after him for years.”

He put his hand up to stop me talking.

“No. He hasn’t been fucking her since like yesterday. He’s been fucking her for years.”

“What?” I whispered, suddenly lightheaded, as if he’d picked up a rock and hit it across my head.

“I shouldn’t have told you, I mean everyone knew. I just assumed…”

“No.”

We sat in silence, and I looked out at the mountains feeling like a complete fool. My heart was beating out of control due to my anxiety. I’d been living a lie.

Why had I been so blind?

He held my hand.

“I feel like a jerk for laying that on you. I shouldn’t have been so crude. I just thought you knew and turned a blind eye.”

“Of course they’ve been doing it for years. It all makes perfect sense. Whenever I wouldn’t put out, he would tell me he was a patient man. He said he would wait because he was a gentleman. I remember feeling happy and sad at the same time. Happy he was willing to wait, but by the same token wondering why he didn’t pursue it. He was a jerk about everything else, why not this one thing?” My throat was dry, and I’m sure Brent could hear it as he passed me a bottle of water.

I took a swing of the bottle before turning to face him.

“Fuck me!”

He shook his head, and then reached across for his shoes as if he was ready to leave. Ready to give up on me.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said, fuck me!” I said it louder, not caring if anyone could hear us. I wanted to lose my v-card, I didn’t know what was going to happen during the next few weeks, let alone the rest of my life, but I wanted him so badly. My heart was pounding so loud, I felt like the nearby animals could hear and they would run away, the sound of it all would be so frightening with their acute hearing.

He held me with one hand and then with the weight of his body, I was back on the ground beneath him. We were back in business. Fire burned in his eyes, and I smiled as he used his palm to squeeze my breast through my shirt. Everything was happening so quickly as he moved to take my shirt over my head. He then forced my bra upwards and exposed my breasts. I gasped as he pinched my nipple, then he kissed me even harder as he continued to pinch He began to grind against my pussy, and I ran my fingers down his back, relishing in the sensation of the movement. He was turning me on in so many ways that my panties were damp the more he grinded against them. I began to dig in my nails as I held on to him. He moved back and then slipped off my shorts, hesitating as if he was waiting for me to protest. I said nothing. Instead, I lifted myself up and flung my shorts to the side.

“Perfect!” he said roughly. I smiled at him praising my body, something Kurt had never done.

“You’re so hot,” he growled as he traced a finger up my leg. I didn’t know how to respond to him, but his admiration as he slowly moved back down, made me take off my bra, then my panties. I loved the way he was smiling and looking down at me. He ran one finger down the seam of my pussy as he leaned down on top of my naked body.

Closing my eyes, I moaned as he showered my face with gentle kisses, working his way down to my shoulders then my nipples. His tongue flicked around my areole and every movement, every touch as his fingers lightly caressed me, made me feel like a cat in heat.

No more was I worried about being out in the open. If anything, the thrill of knowing we could get caught turned me on even more. I moved my hands to his hair, slowly rubbing his head to the same rhythm that he was creating; it was as if our bodies were making sweet music.

Until he was in between my legs. I tensed up for a split second, but then he tugged on my hips and my clit was in his mouth. An orgasm began to rise within me, causing tingles to travel from my toes to my stomach as he sucked hungrily and flicked his tongue. If felt fucking amazing, so I started to grind my hips harder against his mouth. He was growling like a fucking grizzly bear, and he knew what he was doing to me as I was no longer softly moaning, but gasping as if all the air had been sucked from my body.

He pressed deeper into my flesh and held me in position, and I completely lost control as he tugged at my pussy even more, changing his angle as if he was scooping the last drop of ice cream from a tub. Screaming loudly, my orgasm broke free, and I opened my eyes for a second to see the bright-blue clear sky, but my back was completely arched as every frustration, every emotion which I had held on to, came out as I climaxed.

“Good girl,” he said when he stopped, yet I was still trembling with aftershocks. It was as if I’d never climaxed in my life. Sure, I’d touched myself. What teenage girl didn’t have sexual urges? If she claimed no, she was lying to everyone else including herself, but I’d never felt like this.

“I want to do the same to you. I want to make you feel this way too.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to. You’re so fucking sexy. Just watching you come has more than turned me on.”

His hand was in his pants, and I assumed he was rock hard. I ignored his protest as I pushed myself up and tugged at his jeans before pulling down his pants.

“Lie down,” I instructed, still feeling my cum dripping between my legs.

“Here,” he said as he gave me a towel which he dragged from his bag, and I wiped myself and tossed it to the side. I didn’t want to lose the moment, so I moved swiftly.

He had lust written on his face as he lay on the other side of the blanket and smiled as I tugged off his jeans.

Oh my!

He was big… fucking huge. I just wasn’t expecting his cock to be enormous. It frightened me for a second, but then I smiled at the idea of it being in my mouth. He remained still, and this is when I saw he was studying my every move. Probably waiting for me to back out of it.

“It’s beautiful.” I smiled as I held it in my hand.

“My dick’s been called a lot of things, but beautiful is not one of them.” He chuckled.

I started to stroke his cock, even though it was so heavy that I needed both hands to manage it. I teased the tip, flicking it with my tongue. His hips jerked, letting me know my touch was having an effect on him. I pumped his cock with my hand and licked it simultaneously, no more thinking about his pleasure, but my own.

I began to get turned on again as we both started to moan, and I sunk down on his cock, taking it as deep as I could and tasting him. Damn, he tasted so good. My breathing became ragged, and then I felt him moving against my leg. I headed toward his face so he could devour me at the same time. At first, he pushed his fingers inside of me, and I lost all of my senses as I took his cock out of my mouth, scared I would choke on it. Then, once he replaced his fingers with his tongue, I began to suck the life out of his cock while rubbing his balls. He wanted to come in my mouth, the same as I wanted to do in his. I started moving harder and faster, each time trying to push him to the limit as he started growling out of control, holding my ass in position, moving my pussy up and down. I did the same with his cock, until we both came.

His cum shot into my throat, and I came so violently it felt like a sweeping wave as I screamed and let it all out.

I began to laugh, uncontrollably even though we were lying down naked on a blanket in the middle of the woods.

“What’s funny?” he asked as he leaned on his elbow to face me.

“I’d heard about multiple orgasms, but if someone asked me if I’d experienced them, I would have told them it was a myth until now.”

“Multiple?” he growled as his finger traced through my pussy hair. He started to play with it, showing me this wasn’t over yet.

“Jenny, are you taking the pill?”

“Yes,” I lied, seeing the lust in his eyes and thinking for a split second I could go get the morning-after pill. Plenty of girls did it. They said at times they would have sex and forget to use condoms.

I just wanted to feel his cock inside of me. There was something about this moment. The time was right, and I assumed he asked because he wanted us to have sex but didn’t have a condom on him.

“I’ll be gentle,” he purred as he rolled onto me.

Oh my fuck! Yes, it was really happening. We weren’t just fooling around. We were going all the way. His blue eyes stared at me for a second as he stroked my hair. Then he pressed his lips against mine ever so gently, the scent of my pussy on his and his cock on mine lingered.

We kissed, not with the hunger we started with at first, but more with appreciation and acknowledgement we were going a step further. One in which I’d never taken before until now.

He pulled his head back and then stared at me for a brief second.

“You ready?”

I nodded my head. “Yes.” My voice was trembling as the realization of what I was agreeing to was about to take place.

He smiled at me then he slid his cock in at first, gently and not too deep. I held on to him as he did it, closing my eyes, firmly expecting the pain to take over my body and regret to greet my mind.

“Relax,” he whispered as he kissed me gently.

He completely slid out, and I felt empty, as if a void was remaining, and I wanted him to fill it.

His eyes were fixed on me as he did it again. I tried to relax as he pumped me, and I remembered his admiration for my body and how he made me feel.

I started to relish every time he thrust into me, going a little deeper each time. He whispered, “Good girl. Stop tensing and enjoy it.”

I nodded my head as I gazed into his eyes. It was as if he was sending me into a trance as he carefully entered and pulled out, over and over again. Every time going just that little bit deeper, and I would relax as I became wetter. No more did I feel pain. I was lost as I started to indulge in it as Brent skillfully moved his body.

Part of me was jealous of the other girls he’d been with, and the other was grateful, because he’d made everything about this moment so special, something I’d always wanted and the reason why I’d hesitated having sex with Kurt.

Gentle kisses were planted on my lips as he moved, and I relaxed as I stroked his back while surrendering to the pleasures he was giving me.

“Good girl,” he growled, encouraging me to completely let go.

I started to scream, and as he picked up his rhythm he began to lose control. He couldn’t hold back anymore, and neither could I. We were both going again, something I didn’t even think was possible. Then he filled me with his slick cum one more time—not in my mouth, but my pussy.

We both tried to catch our breath, and suddenly my stomach started to rumble. He laughed as he kissed me tenderly making me feel sexy and beautiful at the same time as he sensually released his lips from mine. No more was he on top of me, and I felt an emptiness, because I enjoyed him being on top of me.

“I’m too heavy for you. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

My stomach rumbled again. This time I wasn’t laughing, and neither was he as I ended the romantic moment and inquired, “I really hope you brought some food.”

“I gather you’re fine. Yeah, I have a couple of sandwiches back at the car. I’ll go get them.”

He stood up, and I watched his tall, athletic frame naturally move while cleaning himself with his towel, and then I propped myself up with my elbows and smiled.

“I really could get used to this.”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

He flung the towel in my direction, and I caught it with my hand.

“I’m more than that…” I winked at him. “I’m no longer a virgin. I feel like a woman now.”

He chuckled as he kissed me on the forehead.

“You’re more than a woman. Don’t let anyone make you think you’re anything less.”

I took a different towel out of his bag and started to wipe between my legs.

“I’ll get a new towel and something to eat. I’ll be right back. It’s a bit late now, so someone may come by.”

I choked. “You’re not going to get changed?”

He shot back, “Let them enjoy the view!”

Then he came back hurriedly shaking his head, as if he’d just remembered it wasn’t a good idea to walk around naked like he practically did at home. He smiled as he pulled on his jeans, shirt and shoes. Then, gave me a kiss on the forehead, before he was ready to leave again.

I felt different, alive in some sort of way. Happy that I skipped most of school today. I got a lot more than I bargained for in the space of a Monday morning.