Did I like it? It all happened so quickly, and I was too surprised to really take note of how I felt. I wasn’t disgusted. That brief taste was better than any other kiss I’ve had with the male gender in the past.
“It’s okay if you did,” he rumbles, and his voice does something to me. Before I can examine exactly what I feel, though, my brother shouts from below.
“Tori, put out the weed and get your ass down here, the pizza’s here. Is Xavier with you?”
Sighing, I stand up and stub out the rest of my joint, saving it for later. Leaving it lying in the ashtray, I grab my drink from the table.
“Come on, let’s go.” Before I can leave, however, Xavier stands up and crowds in close to me. It’s intimate and kind of intimidating, and a rush of excitement flows through me. Holy fuck, I’m a twisted bitch. I’ve just been raped. You’d think something like this would have me cowering in fear, but instead I’m practically panting. There must be something wrong with the way I’m wired. He leans in close, his mouth brushing across my ear.
“This isn’t finished. Think about how you felt so you have a clear answer the next time I ask.”
He steps back, and for a big man, he’s stealthy as fuck, because I blink and he’s gone. Looking at the joint in the ashtray and the drink in my hand, I decide I probably need to keep a clearer head around these guys. I have the feeling they are so much more than they seem.
Releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, I follow him. He may want me to examine how I felt about Tristan’s kiss, but now is not the time or place. Maybe later, once everything with Stacey has settled in my mind, I can look a little deeper, but I don’t have the mental capacity at the moment to examine my sexuality. That can wait for a later time, and if they aren’t willing to be patient with me, then I guess that’s their loss. I’m surprised to find I’m slightly disappointed at the thought of them not being patient. Hmm, something to scrutinize later.
ChapterEleven
The evening was fun, but I really couldn’t relax and enjoy myself like I might have previously. Casey seemed lovely. She was a little shy but eventually came out of her shell. Funnily enough, all four of them discovered that they have the same classes and are all business majors. Like Gio, they are also expected to join the family business when they graduate, but when we subtly probed about what that business was, the subject was changed. It wasn’t until a couple of days later that I realized none of them had ever admitted what the business was. They all left early the next morning before I was even out of bed, and I was okay with that. Yeah, I was sad that I didn’t get to see my brother off, but I wanted to avoid any more confusing interactions with Xavier and Tristan.
I barely get any sleep all week. I toss and turn, consumed with what-ifs and anxiety over what will happen come Monday morning. I spend most of the rest of the week either high or drunk, as it’s the only way I can stop my thoughts from consuming me and turning me into a quivering, emotional wreck. Instead, I pass the week drifting through space, watching movies, and eating junk food, comfortably numbed from reality.
Gio is gone, and Dad and Penelope still haven’t returned, but I spoke to Dad briefly, so at least that’s one less thing for me to worry about.
When Monday morning comes around, I’m feeling queasy and nervous as I park my car in the school parking lot. I came a little earlier than normal because I want to confront Stacey before the bell rings. We’ve always had lockers near one another, and this year is no different.
Walking across the parking lot and up the front steps of the school, I notice a lot of kids stopping and staring at me. They look from me to the phones in their hands and start laughing.
What the fuck could they be looking at?
As I push through the double doors, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, telling me I have an incoming message, and when I reach to pull it out, a hand lands on my arm, stopping me. Looking up, I find my friend Gwen staring at me with horror in her eyes.
“Don’t open it, Tori,” she warns.
“I can’t believe she did this to you.” My other friend, Louise, is looking around the crowded locker area, scowling at everyone.
Frowning, I look up and see people laughing and pointing at me. “What the hell is going on?” I try to unlock my phone, but Gwen just holds on tight.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a couple of students I don’t recognize. One is a gorgeous redheaded female. Her long legs are on display under her school uniform, and her top stretches tightly across her breasts. She’s almost as tall as the boy standing next to her. He has shaggy blond hair that brushes his jawline and black-rimmed glasses, and he is slightly leaner than Gio. They must be Xavier and Tristan’s siblings. Before I can move over to them, though, a voice has me pausing.
“Well, well, well. How the mighty have fallen.” Nikki Steel steps up, blocking my view of the pretty couple with a smug as fuck grin on her face. Louise and Gwen move away. I don’t blame them for not wanting to be on the receiving end of Nikki’s attention. Standing next to her is none other than Stacey, who looks gleeful.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask, and she looks me up and down.
“I always knew you were a freak, but I had no idea you were a lesbian femme domme.” She snickers.
My stomach lurches, and the nausea I’d been feeling triples as I look at Stacey. “What is she talking about, Stacey?” I grit my teeth and pray that she hasn’t done what I think she’s done.
“When Stacey told us what you liked, none of us believed her. You’re too mousy and quiet to be a real freak. But then she said she had video evidence. And wow, I can’t say how surprised we were when we saw it.” She holds up her phone, and the sound of sex fills the now quiet corridor as everyone in the school watches the confrontation.
To my absolute horror, there I am in full, glorious HD. The video is a short clip of me eating Stacey out before it switches to us in the sixty-nine position, then to me drilling her from behind with the strap-on, followed by the final shot of me unconscious while Stacey fucks me with it. Throughout it all, Stacey’s face has been blurred out, and there is nothing to incriminate her. It could have been with any girl.
“I’ve got to say, Tori, I was impressed right up until that last little bit. There was so much potential for a fantastic fuck, but you just kind of lay there like a dead fish and took it.” James Walters wraps his arm around Nikki’s shoulders, and she snuggles into him as they both laugh loudly.
Over and over, I watch it play, lost in the loop. All around me, the whispers and catcalls repeatedly stab me like a knife to the heart. It’s my complete and utter humiliation at the hand of the person I trusted the most.
Nikki and James wander away, followed by the twins, leaving me looking at my former friend with disgust.
“How could you?” I can’t stop the sob that escapes me, and Stacey shrugs.
