Chapter 15: Brent

The next day, I was sitting down for lunch, hoping that Jenny had a good day. Spending time with Tracey was no doubt good for her. It was as if having a friend she could count on made her more confident. She strolled in, and I winked at her.

“So, dude, what’s up with that? Are the rumors true about you and Jenny?” Pete asked, and I caught him admiring her legs, then whistling to the guys and getting them to take a look too. It was nuts! I should have been proud, but the idea of Pete eyeing her up along with the rest of the gang, got to me for a split second.

“Hold on to your purses, ladies, the thief’s out!” Kurt shouted, while pointing at Jenny.

“What the fuck is up with that guy?”

A roar of laughter filled the school cafeteria, and then all of a sudden it was as if Kurt wasn’t satisfied with just humiliating her in front of everyone. He marched up to her and grabbed her purse.

“What you got in here? Credit cards?”

She dropped her tray and without hesitation, I ran up to him. I could see Trent doing the same thing from the other side of the cafeteria. Kurt continued to torment her as she tried to hold on for dear life, and then out of nowhere, before I could even get a hold of him, he spit on her.

What the fuck?

I didn’t hesitate as his mouth greeted my fist, and Tracey stumped on his toe so hard. Meanwhile, poor Jenny had all the contents of her purse splattered on to the floor. She lifted her dress to try and wipe the spit off her face. I was too busy trying to beat the shit out of Kurt with Trent holding me back when Jenny ran away crying, leaving Tracey to pick up the mess.

The woman that walked into the cafeteria with her hair tied up in a bun and amps of confidence, had turned into a frightened little girl. Principle Matthews came into the cafeteria and was asking what all the commotion was about.

Kurt was off the floor wiping the blood from his face as Principal Matthews asked him directly what had happened, I was shocked to hear Kurt’s words.

“Nothing, Principal Matthews. I thought I had money missing from my wallet, but I found it.”

I shook my head, shocked Kurt didn’t rat me out. The students in the cafeteria turned their heads, bored after the excitement had died down, and nothing worth watching was happening anymore.

Tracey picked up the rest of Jenny’s things and smiled, “I’ll go after her.”

We both nodded our heads as Principal Matthews turned around, scratching his bald head, baffled by the train of events.

I said to Trent, “For sure, she’ll agree to do it.”

Trent winked “Without a doubt.”

I headed to the bathroom to put some cold water on my fist. I really needed to control my temper, but for some reason, whenever it came to Kurt, it wasn’t an option. I always lost it.

* * *

I hadn’t seen Jenny all day. When I did try to talk to her in the hallway, she ignored me. Trent said that she went home. She must have skipped a couple of classes to leave.

I just didn’t know if Tracey told her all the details, but I knew once we were home I would find out.

I slammed the door shut, and she was hovering around it, as if she was waiting for me or someone else.

“Hey, I called and texted to see if you needed a ride, but you didn’t respond.”

She lifted her hand. “My phone’s broken. It broke when Kurt tried to… well, you know what happened.”

I nodded. “Fucking weird, right? I mean, what was he thinking?”

She sighed. “He was thinking that his dad may be going to jail too, and he needed someone to take his frustration out on.”

I dropped my bag on the floor, like I did all the time. No doubt Mom, or worse, Trent, would tell me to pick it up and hang it or dump it in my room like a normal person. I just wanted to know what was going on. The rest I would sort out later.

“I wanted to tell you, yes, lets fucking do it.”

“Excuse me,” I chuckled, thinking Jenny never spoke like that. Maybe she’d been staying here a little too long. She was picking up our bad habits.

“The fake thing. Let’s show Kurt.”

“Hungry?”

She nodded.

“I mean, he deserves it. He spit on me. Do you know how disgusting that felt, him doing it?”

“And fucking humiliating.”

The rage and frustration I felt seeing him do it grew inside of me. It was as if I was reliving the moment in the country club all over again. I couldn’t get the picture out of my head, no matter how hard I tried.

“Just a sandwich, right?”

She nodded again.

“So, what’s up with Kurt and his precious daddy?” I turned to face her once I got everything out of the fridge to make her a killer sandwich, and she laughed. At least her dark eyes weren’t dull, not the way they were when I came home a few minutes ago.

“Well, seems that Walter posted bail for Dad, but I don’t know the ins and outs of it all. Tracey heard the girls talking about it in the bathroom, but she said that they were talking in riddles.”

This wasn’t the first time Jenny had told me Tracey had heard a conversation in the bathroom, and I was curious about how come, even now, she was still spending too much time in there. It wasn’t healthy.

“How comes she spends so much time in there?”

She sighed. “You really want to know?”

I shook my head and put my hand up. Some things were best left to the imagination. I didn’t need to know.

“Okay. So what does she know?”

“She says that if my dad gets sent down, then Kurt’s will too. And this is probably why Kurt hates my guts.”

I stopped making the sandwich, thinking this made no sense.

“What did all this have to do with you?”

She sat on the stool and faced me with her hands underneath her chin.

“Typical narcissist behavior. They cannot take all the crap going on in their lives so they have to blame someone. They have to take their frustration out on someone else. This has nothing to do with me, but somehow it is my fault. He just wants someone to blame.”

I started making the ham sandwich and then handed it to her. I didn’t even put anything away, because I had a feeling once we finished this one, which I must admit was going to taste good, we may want another.

“You sound as if this is no surprise to you. As if you’ve been down this road too many times.”

She agreed. “I have, and then Tracey heard that Veronica dumped his ass. She said she didn’t want to be around when the shit hit the fan. So, he’s even more frustrated than usual.”

“How can you be so calm about it all?”

I had to ask her, she was already eating the sandwich and acting as if this was no big deal.

“Because, I’ve been made homeless, my parents disowned me in the last few months, and I’m with you three that make me feel special. Oh, and let’s not forget Tracey who has taught me so much in such a short space of time. Kurt, and the issues with his family, don’t feature into my worries. I’m past it. I left school earlier ‘cause he spat on me. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, but it still bugged me. I still felt dirty, so I came here and took a shower. Feeling a lot better now than I did earlier.”

She held my stare as if she was challenging me, expecting me to say something more about the topic.

What more was there to say?

I lifted my hand up and said, “Hi-five, Jenny! You’ve come a long way, girl!”

Instead, she offered her hand, “I think what you said before about pretending is the only way forward, and even better when you all invite me to the Valentine Dance. Shit, I can see Kurt’s face now. Yes, that would make it even better. Us ending up as Queen and King of the dance.”

“You want to go to the senior dance with us? It’s only three months away?” I raised an eyebrow, wondering if she really wanted it or if she wanted something more.

“Valentine!”

I stretched out my hand and shook hers. It was then that she gazed on the empty plates and asked, “So, we having a refill or what?”

I laughed. “You drive a hard bargain, Jenny Hampton. Same or something different?”

“Nah, exactly the same. Just the way I like it!”

* * *

Jenny and I had been messing around in the kitchen, clearing up and teasing each other. I didn’t know what we really agreed on, but I had a feeling she was thinking the same thing. Rules. There had to be rules with this kind of thing, but I couldn’t think what they would be.

“So, how do we begin?” I asked, once we were in the living room flicking through the channels and trying to decide what to watch. Neither of us was in the mood for studying.

“Rule number one, when you guys ask me to the dance, it has to be a big ordeal.”

“Damn, you’ve got it all figured out.”

She shook her head. “Not really, but I want it to look official, like we’re all together and you can’t get enough of me.”

“Like some sort of secret fantasy.”

She chuckled. “One all girls dream of.”

“Right, but Prent would have to do his big asking after school seeing as we don’t all go to the same school.”

She clapped her hands. “I can just imagine Kurt’s face. God, he’s going to hate us so much.”

The excitement in her voice made me know this was all about Kurt and nothing else. Shit, it was my idea, but something deep inside of me was disappointed. When did I get so caught up with the idea of being fake with Jenny? It rattled me up the wrong way.

I wanted it to be real.

I couldn’t tell her, and neither of my brothers had said the same, but the way they acted around her made me think it was real for them too.

She was talking about how we could ask her out to the Dance, things which had been done in the past and had become the talk of the hallway.

“And no telling your buddies. We need this to be as real as possible, otherwise it won’t work, and we’ll look stupid.”

Rather, we would look stupid. We had reputations. Ones we didn’t flaunt around the school, but there was always some girl wanting to get with one of us, even at times both Trent and I. Something we never did in the past, but with Jenny we had broken all our rules; we’d slept with the same girl, one thing we’d spoken about but not verbally agreed on, till now.

“Well, you only have one friend, so we don’t have to worry about her talking.”

“Hey!” she said as she pushed a cushion in my face. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even see it coming.

I laughed as I took the cushion and placed it neatly on the sofa.

“But it’s true. You do!”

She grabbed another cushion and giggled.

“It doesn’t mean I want it thrown in my face. Sorry that I’m not miss popular. Not like you guys.”

This time, I managed to grab the cushion she threw it at me. We both sat looking at each other for a brief second. I knew anytime now, someone could come home, but I didn’t care as I leaned against her, and she didn’t fight back.

Jenny could feel the heat as I rested on her with a bulge in my pants. She was mine for the taking, and there was no resistance at all.

My eyes raked over her, then down to the place where our bodies met. Jenny saw my tongue flick out, and it made something tense even tighter inside of me.

I was as hard as a rock, and ready to take Jenny, as I felt the heat of my desire radiating through our clothes. My fingers held her hips with a tight grip as I ground my cock against her. I hesitated, waiting for her to push me away. I had the feeling she wasn’t in the mood earlier, but that was swept away.

Our eyes were locked, and Jenny didn’t protest. She pulled her dress over her head and threw it to the side, as if to tell me to take her. Our bodies were speaking to each other as my eyes fixed on her light pink panties, and her nipples were apparent in her black bra. My hand roamed over her body, teasing at the edges of her panties, before I slid my hands up her waist and met bottom edge of her bra.

I squeezed her breasts gently. They were such a good size; they fit in the palms of my hands. Jenny appeared fascinated with the sensation of my hands as I stopped squeezing them, and my fingers stroked over her cloth-covered nipples. Closing her eyes, Jenny licked her lips with satisfaction. I couldn’t hold back as I took off her bra. I had to taste and suck her nipples.

“Don't stop,” she moaned as she held on to the back of my head.

I started to get rough as my hands moved to the edge of her panties. They skimmed beneath the scrap of material and over her hips before they tugged the material down.

As I moved down to her feet, and her panties became a thing of the past, I shifted upwards, and my fingers sank into her folds to feel how wet she was. She screamed as I found her clit, and I started to fuck her mouth with my tongue the louder she got.

I was an animal, craving her so damn badly, I didn’t care if someone walked in and saw us. I wanted her, and nothing and no one would get in my way.

I clutched at her hair to hold her head in place, lifting her leg so she was completely at my mercy. It was as if all she could do was moan and get ready to come, and nothing more. I had her at an angle, kneeling down, so I moved from fucking her mouth with my tongue to making her come. My tongue flicked over her clit. When my lips closed over the spot and sucked, Jenny couldn’t help but groan my name.

“Brent!”

I loved the way she screamed my name, over and over again. It meant that she knew it was me she was with and neither of my brothers.

I wasn’t jealous about her being with them, but it was as if the reality that she was with all of us hit home, and I wanted her to know right here and now, it was Brent taking her. It was me who was fucking her clit with my tongue, and I would take her to my room and fuck her with my cock. Today was our day, and I wanted her to know she’d shared it with me, and only me.

All good things come to the ones who wait, and with Jenny, there was so much pleasure seeing her come. A lot more than just coming myself. It was as if hearing her body react turned me into some beast, one that lost all control. The sensation of her body, being between her thighs, and smelling the scent of her sexual desire, was making me so damn hard.

“I’m going to come!” She jerked and screamed out so loud. I held her body in position as she moved uncontrollably. No more could I take her in this location. We had to move to the bedroom. I held on to her, waiting for her body to take control. Her breathing was raspy, and it felt like several minutes, even if it was only seconds, for her to regain her posture.

I was so impatient.

I had to take her.

My cock was so fucking hard and aching like crazy.

“Jenny, is your hungry little pussy ready for my cock?” I asked as I stood up.

She blinked as if she was taking in the surroundings, before nodding slowly, and a wicked grin appeared on her face. I didn’t need any more encouragement as I turned into a caveman. I put her over my shoulder and carried her to my room. I would fuck her, not once, but all afternoon long. She better brace herself for the long ride.