Chapter 23: Jenny

I couldn’t believe the last few weeks of being back in Boston had resulted in putting the nightmare of living in New York behind me. No one wanted an apology. Claire had made sure I could go back to school, and it was as if the whole thing hadn’t happened.

“One more photo,” Claire said as we stood outside on the front lawn.

I wore a sexy, satin, spaghetti-strap V-neck dress, with my hair in a loose bun to show my neckline, which Tracey bought for me. It was a little chilly out, and I was being vain, so I didn’t opt for wearing a coat, but only a slender black wool shawl. The dress had lace as part of the bodice then the waist part was flirty as it was short and two layers of satin. I loved it in the store. It was a deep red, and with my newfound breasts a result of my weight gain, no more did I feel ashamed about showing them, but the complete opposite—I wanted to flaunt them. Also, with the backless dress, it made me feel special, as it was the first time I was going to a dance as the new me. Not with Kurt, and with a real friend. I had something to celebrate—a new era in my life, a better me. Not only physically, but mentally too.

I didn’t care, I wanted the world to see the new me. I didn’t have to hide, or question my appearance anymore. It was a moment of freedom. The three men played a special role in my life, but they were not everything, not the way I’d made Kurt in the past, always trying to please him.

The freedom to please myself was everything to me.

“Mom, not another one.” Trent winced as he played with his bowtie.

“Hey, Claire. Keep taking the photos. I love it. We look hot, and we’re going to shine at the dance.”

“I completely agree,” Tracey said, beaming as she took my arm. We were loving it. The guys were each dressed in a white tux. She didn’t have a date for the dance, but I knew with her winning smile and personality, every guy would want her in a flash.

High school had changed not only for me, but for her too. We’d blossomed so much in our final year, and our friendship had changed us for the better. Unlike me, she was going to USC, the college she’d dreamed of going to since she was a little girl. I had one year to figure out my life, and Claire said she would help me get into college, even if it was a community college.

“Did I tell you that you looked stunning today?” Trent whispered as he kissed me on the cheek. His hair was gelled back, and he looked like an Italian stallion.

I giggled. “A thousand times.”

He winked at me, wrapped his arm around me, and then flung me back and planted a kiss on my lips.

“Take a photo now!” he shouted at Claire. She snapped a couple of times, and I returned his kiss.

“Limo is waiting,” Prent said, there was so much chaos as I checked my dress.

“I’m ready. I don’t know what you’re all waiting on.” Tracey laughed as she ran to the limo in her white heels. Her dress hugged her figure and the ruffles that were around her dress bounced up and down. Prent kissed her hand, and then led her to the limo. I couldn’t believe this was really happening after all this time. We'd talked about going to the Valentine Dance, all four of us, but now that it was happening, and I felt the spring air brush around my skin, I had a family, something I'd never possessed and one I would cherish for the rest of my life.

"Coming! Don't leave me behind," I shouted after seeing everyone except Claire head to the limo. I waved her goodbye and smiled, in awe that this was my life now, and it was going to be a happy one.

* * *

We walked arm-in-arm, as we planned, into the hall. Everything was set for the 50´s theme chosen for the dance. We had a few months until the end of school, but I couldn't believe this era of our life was coming to a dramatic end.

"You ready?" Brent shouted, holding my hand, and I turned to envelop his arm.

I nodded, and Trent, Prent, and Tracey did the same as we stood behind the doors, ready to enter the hallway.

We walked, and the cameras flashed as we did it. It was cheesy, but we rehearsed our walk, and I held my head straight, feeling so proud to not only be with one of my men, but all three.

As we got to the end of the hall, the photographer was waiting, so we posed for a few shots, and then proceeded into the room.

It was amazing. The gym no longer looked like a hall, but a flash from the past with a fountain in the middle, everyone dressed in black and white, and photos and artifacts of the past everywhere. There was a nice vibe, and I didn't feel like the girl who was humiliated by a dad being charged for theft and an ex who spit in her face. I felt like a fucking star!

Everyone pointed at us as they turned their head and talked about us. All eyes were pointed in our direction, and we continued to walk with pride until we found ourselves at the stage.

Brent high-fived some of his friends, and within a few minutes, Trent did the same, and the circle was broken.

"Who's that?" Tracey pointed at three guys that I didn't know, who were staring at her.

Prent said, "Oh, that's Jason, Kevin, and Lane. They go to USC. They must be here with someone."

I was about to ask how he knew, but I didn't get the chance because before I knew it, not only was he out of my sight, but Tracey was too.

I watched as she strutted to them, emphasizing the movement of her hips, and giggled like a little schoolgirl the moment they all took her hand and kissed it. Tracey had her eyes on them, and once she had her eye on something, I knew what was going to happen next, so I left her to it.

The guys and I were here to be fake, and we didn’t talk about changing it. My eyes caught a glimpse of Kurt as I stood alone. I panicked, worried he would start something, but he lit up a cigarette, and then he was being escorted out. I felt as if the cigarette was a warning for me, but it’d backfired somehow.

I wanted to escape as fear started to take over me. Prent swept my hand, and I knew he was going to ask me to dance.

"You ready to dance?”

Then, he stopped for a second. “You good?”

I nodded. I was about to tell him about Kurt, but I changed my mind. I didn’t want this night to come to an end. It was too good to pass up, and Kurt would just ruin it. I wouldn’t let him. I was about to respond to Prent, but then I found my lips quivering as I tried to get the way Kurt had looked at me out of my mind.

Don’t let him ruin your night, I said to myself.

Before I had a chance to respond to him, Brent shouted, "I'll get the drinks."

Trent said, "Something to eat."

And as Prent moved us to the dance floor, all thoughts of Kurt fled my mind and I couldn't be happier. They were all going to see to my every need tonight:

Food.

Drink.

Dancing.

Oh, and later, plenty of sex.

What more could a girl ask for?

Nothing.

My legs felt as if they were about to have some serious cramps. I just couldn’t stop dancing, the moment one of them left me, the other joined, telling me that he wanted to dance with me. I couldn’t refuse, even if I did feel like sitting down for a bit. I didn’t realize having three men could be so exhausting. It’d all felt natural being with them, but once in a while I felt uncomfortable, and whenever I had that feeling, it meant Kurt was watching us. Giving me a dirty eye, making me feel like the whore he claimed I was.

Then again, I shouldn’t have let him bother me. He was drunk, I could see him holding a flask and sipping from it.

“Boys and girls, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. Who will be King and Queen of the Ball? Your votes are in…”

Principal Matthews announced on the microphone, and no one waited as they screamed through the rest of the announcement. Brent and Trent grabbed my hands either side of me as everyone rushed toward the stage. No one knew whose name would be called, and as Principal Matthews rambled on about his expectations for the rest of the night, which developed into the rest of the year. He was soon booed as he started to lose our attentions.

So, he cut to the chase as he opened the envelope and declared, “And the Queen of the Dance tonight is Jenny Hampton! Everyone give a shout out to Jenny!”

Brent lifted me up in the air, and I stood, numb, in a daze as if this was all a dream. It couldn’t be happening. I was to be crowned?

Why me?

“Yes, he called your name.”

Trent nodded to me, as if he knew what was going through my mind. He could always read me. He guided me to the stairs leading to the stage, and from there I went on automatic pilot as I headed up to receive my crown. I smiled through gritted teeth about the idea of being crowned. I didn’t deserve it by a long shot. Still, I waved at the crowds who were cheering for me. I remembered the same faces a few months ago were screaming something else at me, as a result of Kurt and his cruel words.

Had they all changed their mind?

Positive thinking, flashed through my mind as the King was announced and Principal Matthew said, “We don’t have just one King, but all three. Prent, Brent and Trent get up here!”

He waved for them to get up, and then someone appeared by my side, with two more crowns and robes. It was all planned from the start, which could only mean everyone had put the past behind them.

The boys kissed me once they were on stage.

“We’re King and we’re up here with our Queen!”

Principal Matthews went a bright shade of red at Brent’s affirmation, everyone cheered giving us their approval. I didn’t need it, this was one Valentine to remember, not only because I had the time of my life with three men, but I’d been crowned Queen. Something I never thought would happen, and it had taken place, all thanks to them.

* * *

When Tracey told me she had found the one she was looking for, well part of me was relieved, and the guilt I’d once had disappeared as I spent all my time with the boys.

Before the end of the night, Tracey kissed me on the cheek and told me she had found a ride for the night. I didn’t know who she was talking about, but when we first arrived at the dance I tried to split my time between the guys and her before it came to a point that she disappeared and I felt guilty about it.

I was confused as the limo the guys and I were in wasn’t heading back home, but in the opposite direction, Downtown. I thought we’d done all we set out to do tonight, which was to make Kurt jealous. I’d had this vision of us all living happily ever after, but there was no denying we were all headed to different universities, and high school was a time for new experiences. University was the start of a new journey of adulthood. What happened tonight was proof of that. I looked out the window at the bright lights, holding back the tears as the words escaped my mouth.

“I thought we were going home. We did what we set out to achieve tonight.”

Trent moved closer to me, taking off his seatbelt, then he turned my head to face him. He didn’t put the lights on, but I could feel his eyes staring deeply at me.

“What was that?”

“Faking it for Kurt, to make him…”

Before I could even finish my sentence, it ended with a kiss as he gently planted his mouth on mine. He wanted to stop me from talking so I pulled away from him, feeling as if I was in a trap, the same one as my parents. They stopped me from speaking, which led to me not wanting to talk or voice my opinions. Trent was the last person I expected to do the same thing to me.

The limo came to a halt, and the door swung open by Brent. Then Trent and Prent left the limo too. I was alone and confused by the trail of events.

I slowly crept out of the limo, where I met the guys smiling at me.

“We wanted this to be a special night. One you wouldn’t forget. The next few weeks are going to be stressful with handing in papers and finals, so we went all out for you. We just hope you like it.” Prent smiled as he gave me his elbow. ready for me to take it.

I didn’t realize when it happened, but the limo we once arrived in, had left. I had three hot, sexy men standing ready to take me into the hotel, and I was questioning it.

I took his elbow, because it was still officially winter, and the cold chills were circulating around my shoulders. I wanted to get inside as soon as possible. I had a wool shawl around me, but it was not enough to stop the cold chills prickle my skin.

We walked into the Boston Park Plaza. It was the early hours of the morning so it was quiet, and the only sounds on the marble floors were my red stilettos and the guys walking through the lobby heading to the elevator. There was one receptionist who looked up, but then appeared to be disinterested as he continued to check out his computer or phone. I couldn’t tell from where we were walking, besides my focus was on the guys and nothing else. I felt as if Prent was guiding me as my feet felt tired. I wasn’t used to wearing heels for this long. I wasn’t walking naturally, but Prent was holding me up as I started to limp.

“Maybe I should have spoken to Tracey before we left,” I said as the nerves kicked in once we reached the elevators and Brent pressed the button.

“Seriously, Jen. Relax. If you want to sit and watch Netflix all night, it’s cool by us. We just want to be here to wait on you hand and foot. We really want this night to be special for you,” Brent said.

“Tip-to-toe,” Prent whispered in my ear, gently kissing my exposed neck.

I laughed, then decided enough was enough; these heels needed to come off. I leaned against Prent and took them off. Trent didn’t let me finish as the door opened and he scooped me in his arms.

He lifted me into the elevator, and I smiled at him. Prent took my shoes from the ground and joined us. Brent was holding the door open then once we were all in, the doors shut, and we were headed to the top floor.

As we reached our floor and the door opened, Trent held on to me tightly, and I did the same as I wrapped my arms around his neck. There was something exotic about a man carrying you into a hotel suite.

"This is the Garden Suite, my lady,” Prent announced as he reached the door and put the key in it.

As the lights shone over the room, my eyes glanced at the dark sofa and the TV facing it. I realized when Trent said if I wanted to watch Netflix all night, it was an option with the small kitchen. I had thoughts of them putting in the microwave popcorn and us all watching a movie. A cozy night. But we didn’t have to come to a hotel to do that.

There was a small kitchen to the side and a four-seated dining space. Trent released me from his arms, and I moved down the dark carpet. In front of me was the bedroom and the queen-sized bed I would share with not only one brother, but all three of them. A big leather headboard was behind the bed. I had visions of us fucking so hard that it would bounce against the white walls. It made me giggle for a second. No one spoke or said anything as I explored the suite. The garden suite. A place my parents would have rented in the past, and I wouldn’t have even glanced around the room, let alone take in my surroundings.

There was something different about me now as I peeked through the window, and I couldn’t help but take in the view of the city all lit up. It felt like Christmas lights all over the peaceful city, even if it was because we were so high up that it only appeared calm. We couldn’t even hear or see if there were cars below.

I used to stay in suites like this alone, and I would dump my bag on the side leather sofa in the corner of the room. Make plans and never think about the cost, or even deem it as luxury. It would be my room paid for by Dad, and I would be here for however long.

“There’s a little terrace outside. We can sit out there and eat, if you want something. Your wish is our command.”

I spun around to face him as he opened the door to the terrace.

“Why? I mean, you wanted me to pretend. I did that. That’s the end of it.”

Brent frowned as he moved close to me.

“No. I mean we didn’t want to put any pressure on you. It’s clear we’re past faking or you don’t feel that way?”

“When did we get past it?”

Prent drew closer. “The moment I came to get you from NY. When your parents left you. If you didn’t mean anything to us, we wouldn’t have made sure to see to all your needs. We want you to be happy. We realize we were acting like fucking chickens, not admitting it in the past.”

“Jenny, we want to be here for you. Not for fake, but for real.”

The tears began to escape my eyes, as the three of them took it in turns to claim not only my heart but my body.

I stood in front of them as I un-did the zipper to the side of the dress. I wore a strapless bra, and with it matching red lace panties. I wanted to feel sexy, not only on the outside, but underneath it too.

“You just get sexier every single second,” Prent snarled as he moved toward me. I thought maybe he was going to take off my bra, but instead he loosened the pin keeping the bun on top of my head.

“Better. I love it when your hair is loose.” Trent smiled as Prent’s fingers moved lower down and unclasped my bra, then he tossed it on the bed.

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now,” Brent growled as he came toward me, then he moved in front my legs, pulling my underwear down. He lifted each foot, as he took off my panties. I started to close my eyes as Prent stroked my back. The movement in his strokes was making me wet, before they’d even started doing anything sexual to me. It was the sensual arousal which I should be used to with them, but it always felt like our first time.

Trent was no longer in the room. I could hear water running from the side, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out he was in the shower.

“Trent’s waiting for you in there.” Prent sighed, as if he was disappointed. I was going to be with Trent first.

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of me for the three of you.” I planted a kiss on his lips as I spun around, ready to meet Trent in the shower.

As I opened the door, it was dark, but the light was on inside the shower and I spotted Trent, naked and ready for action. He smiled as he opened the shower door. I walked in with no hesitation, and steam filled the bathroom as the water began to hit us. I threw my head back as Trent closed the door, and he grabbed the shower gel, squeezed some in his hands, before I turned so he could rub it on my back.

The water was darting between the two of us as he massaged not only my back, but the side of my body too. I moved my butt so it rubbed against his ever-growing cock.

“Fuck!” he yelled, and I knew he was finding it hard to control himself. He wanted to take me, as his hands were replaced by his lips. As the water removed the foam on my body, I closed my eyes, taking in every sensation he was generating inside of me. Turning to face him, the water jetted on my face, and I pulled him close to me, not with his shoulders but with my hand firmly on his cock.

I gently stroked him, teasing him by pressing his cock against me, then backing away.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to completely lose it!”

I didn’t say anything as I pressed my lips against his, this time not just stroking his cock, but his balls too. I knew at any second, he would completely lose it and fuck me.

I loved having the power of making him weak at the tips of my fingers, as he moaned and tried to control himself.

No more could he hold back, and he lifted me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck for support. He cupped my breast and massaged it with one hand, my weakness, because Trent could do things with my breasts that his brothers failed to do. They all had a different weak spot with me. Trent was a breast man; he would hold them and grip them not too tightly, but enough to have a firm grip, and then put my nipple in his mouth while gently sucking them as I was backed against the wall. No more did I feel the water on my face. The steam coming out of the shower was dripping on his back. As his hand slid up my front, stroking my clit, I tightened my thighs around his hand. He was holding me steady as his thumb continued to taunt my clit and his index brushed against my entrance.

“You’re such a bad boy. Just fucking take me already.”

He choked. “Ah, so now you know how it feels. You were teasing me at first, and now it’s my turn.”

I could feel myself reaching the edge as I continued to pump his cock at a steady rhythm. He pushed his fingers inside of me, then planted gentle bites on my neck, which turned into him sucking on it. I could tell he was coming as he started to pick up the pace with his fingers. I did the same, wanting him to come as he thrust inside of me, then he bit my lip, something he did when he was at the edge.

His cock started moving naturally out of control, until I felt his slick cum on my fingers.

“You got me!” he said as if he was surrendering to me.

He didn’t say another word, out of breath as he let go of me, but he wasn’t done yet. I hadn’t come.

He parted my legs, and his head went between them as he slid his tongue against my clit.

“Fuck!”

He moved his fingers in and out, stroking and lapping at my clit. I started to whimper as I felt weak, as the cum which hadn’t been released, came at the tip of his tongue. My head was fully back, and I felt as if the wind was taken out of my legs while I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Let it all out, baby!”

I turned to see Prent waiting for me. He was next, naked and ready to take me. I smiled as Trent held me in place, taking every last bit of my cum. He’d made me weak, and yet I wasn’t going to stop tonight. No, I could tell by the wicked smile on Prent’s face, he wanted me to come again, but this time his way, and only with him.