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Emmy
I can't believe it’s already February! It feels like it was just last week that Brittany was assaulting me with a volleyball and trying to drown me in the lake. Now, I’m thinking about whether the Brittany issue is over with, but I wouldn’t count on that just yet. It’s been too quiet. I just know that the little cunt is sitting in the shadows somewhere, waiting to strike. I don't know what the bitch has planned yet, but I just know she has something up her sleeve and that it’s not gonna be anything good. With girls like her, it never is.
She still finds any chance to insult me and give me dirty looks, and by now everyone in school knows who I'm dating. I don't care, their opinions are irrelevant to me. I'm happy and in love, and that's all that matters. Sure, our relationship is not conventional but, fuck it. It’s 2021 and life's short. I'd rather grasp any bit of happiness I can get, than live my life regretting what could have been.
Some people make comments, thinking I can't hear them, while others send me dirty looks. A few guys even asked if they could join my "group." Pigs! But most people don’t say anything. Probably because they saw what happened to Todd, and even though Todd didn't rat Oliver out, it was kinda obvious because Oliver’s hand was pretty fucked up along with Todd’s face. In the end, he got a broken nose, a few chipped teeth and two very black eyes. He was not a pretty sight.
Overall, this year has been good, give or take a few things. Valentine's Day is coming up next week and I'm looking forward to actually having people to spend it with. Charlie has something planned for just the two of us, and got us a day pass for that weekend. I have no clue what it is, but I'm excited.
Oliver and the guys thought it would be better if they and I did something together as a group, because finding the time to do something separately outside of school is hard with that many people involved. I don't care what we do, as long as it’s with them. But I'm also seriously crossing my fingers, praying, tossing a penny in a well, while wishing on shooting stars, that the night ends in a foursome.
This sex crazied, horny ass, sex addict desperately wants three cocks at once. I don’t give a fuck where they put them, I just want them all!
Once I officially took that step with all of them, it’s like the flood gates are blown wide open. I'm getting woken up daily with Charlie’s head between my legs. She likes to play a little game she calls: "Let me tease the fuck out of you, giving you a mind blowing orgasm while you’re half asleep, but remember you can't make a sound or you'll risk waking up Felicity!"
I have a feeling that even though Charlie, the guys, and I are sex freaks and don't mind watching others do sexual things, Felicity isn’t really that kind of person.
She told us about the library, but she has no clue we were there, watching the whole shebang. She told us about how Miles fucked her, and even though it was mind blowing and hot as hell, she didn't want to risk getting caught by the teachers, so it would only be a one time thing.
I had a hard time keeping a straight face.
Oliver looks for any opportunity to find a safe place to fuck me like a beast until I'm screaming his name and creaming on his cock. He’s so Mr. Caveman about it and I'm loving it.
Talon likes to test himself when we’re at the pool by holding his breath underwater and seeing if he can give me an orgasm before he has to come up for air.
We timed it once. Takes me about a minute to cum. Fucker can hold it for two. What can I say, the man's a master with this tongue.
As for Ben, our little reading dates now end with sex. No, that's not right. They end with us making love. Even though Ben fucked me hard and fast the first time, he prefers to go slow and be sweet. It’s fucking mindblowing. We’re just looking deep into each other's eyes, as he works me into a slow frenzy.
Let’s just say that I'm surprised I can still stand and walk with the amount of sex I’m having. My poor vagina. I'll have to give her a little vacation soon. Maybe? Oh, who am I kidding, I'm fucking loving all these earth shattering orgasms. Sorry, not sorry!
Anyways, enough about my sex life (for now). Let’s get back to the present moment.
The girls and I are changing into our P.E. clothes and enter the gym. The rest of the class is already waiting for the new gym teacher to arrive.
Remember when I told you I got total creep vibes from the old gym teacher? Yeah, I was right. Turns out the pig had a camera set up in the girls’ locker room, and Mr Tucker caught him slapping the salami to the live camera feed!!
When I heard the news, I was so grossed out and felt so violated that I took three scalding hot showers to get the uneasy feeling to go away.
We go to sit on the bleachers and wait with everyone else. I take a seat next to Oliver, behind Talon. Oliver gives me a kiss on the cheek, while Talon leans back to lie against me and I start playing with his hair as he talks to Ben. Ben looks back at me and winks, and I have a bright smile on my face as I get into a conversation with the girls.
“Alright, class, listen up!” we hear the new teacher yell, making our chatter come to a halt and us looking over. “Let's be real, your old coach was one sick fucker who deserves to be in jail, so now you’re stuck with me.”
Standing in front of the class is a six foot three, sexy as sin man with black hair and shortly shaven beard. And do you know who this man just so happens to be? Because I do.
“My name is Tyson Kingston, and I will be your new gym teacher for the foreseeable future.”
That’s right ladies and gents, the man who is now our new gym teacher is none other than Oliver’s older brother! Someone who I’ve had a major crush on in the past... what the fuck is he doing here?!
My head zaps over to look at Oliver, looking for answers but I’m not gonna get any right now because, by the look on his face, he’s just as surprised and confused as I am.
Tyson tells everyone that today we can do what we want. The guys decide to play a game of basketball and the girls just sit around, still staring at Tyson.
Nothing but a bunch of thirsty bitches. They’re looking at him like they wanna climb him like a tree and fuck him like a whore. I think I even see a few of them drooling.
Oh, and here's the kicker. Brittany is looking at him like the poor guy is about to be her next victim. It’s like Oliver is dead and gone in her mind, and now Tyson has taken his place. Well, they do have some genes in common...
So help me god, if that fucking psychopath starts shit with him too, I'm gonna fucking slit her throat in her sleep!!! That girl needs to be locked up in a psych ward somewhere.
Wow... where the hell did the sudden need to defend and commit murder in Tyson’s honor come from?
He's not mine to be defensive over. He can do whatever he wants with whomever he wants.
But why does the idea of that make me sick to my stomach?
Shaking my head to get out of these perplexing thoughts, I get up, heading over to our new coach. Oliver joins me just as I reach Tyson.
“Dude, not that I'm not happy to see my big brother, but what the fuck are you doing here?” Oliver asks, with a bit of bite in his voice.
Tyson looks around, making sure no one is close enough to hear us. “Not here. I’ll explain everything later but, as of right now, don't let anyone know I'm your brother, not yet. We need to talk first,” Tyson says in a hushed tone.
Though puzzled, we both agree. Oliver heads over to Ben, Talon, and the rest of the guys, while my girls and I spend the rest of the gym class messing around and playing like little kids on safety guard scooters. Remember the ones you used to sit on in elementary? No clue why this school would have them, but we found some in the storage closet with all the other gym equipment and we just had to take them out for us to play with.
By the end of gym class, my face hurts from smiling so much and my belly is cramping from laughing so hard. At one point, I thought I was gonna pee myself.
The girls and I head to the changing room to shower and switch into our normal clothes. Still feeling uneasy about the camera that was in here, I make sure to change in a locked stall. I know that Mr. Tucker got rid of it, but I don't feel all that comfortable yet.
Felicity heads out to meet up with Miles, we promise to fill her in later, and then Charlie and I head back into the gym, where I see Talon, Ben, Oliver, and Tyson waiting near his new office. We all make our way into the room and Tyson takes a seat on the edge of the desk.
“So, spill. How and why are you the new gym teacher?” Oliver asks, crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn't look upset but has a cautious attitude about this whole situation.
“After you left the Christmas party, Mad Dog started going on about how Emmy needed to be dealt with, that she was a threat to the Phantom Reapers, and that if dad wasn't planning to do anything about it, then he would do it himself. He left that night and no one has seen him since... we don't know where he is or what he might try to do. He knows where Emmy is, and he knows that you would do anything to keep her safe. Ed doesn't care that you’re Steel’s son, all he sees is his need to take Emmy out, and we think that he’s willing to do whatever it takes. That means that you might be in real danger, Emmy. Dad sent me here to keep an eye on things and keep you both safe. To make sure he doesn’t get onto the school's property. Whenever you guys go into town, I will be the one to escort you,” Tyson says, mimicking his brother's pose.
“How the hell did you even get this job?” Talon asks with a cocked brow.
“And what makes you qualified to do it?” Ben adds.
Tyson gives them both a blank look before answering. “Really?” he asks. “How much experience do you think you need to become a gym teacher?” he drawls, asking the boys, and they both shrug. “Trust me, it’s not that hard of a job. And you guys can't even imagine how much power the Phantom Reapers have. Even in a town that is two hours away. Getting this job was easy. Plus, dad used to go to school with Mr. Tucker,” he states, shrugging his shoulders.
“Guess that answers that,” Charlie comments next to me.
Tyson turns his head to look at Charlie and smiles a cheeky grin. “And you must be Charlie, the girlfriend?”
“Damn right, I am!” Charlie says in a perky voice, flashing him a beaming smile.
Tyson chuckles at her response. “I'm not really sure how all this works,” he says, moving his hand in a circle, referring to everyone in the room but him. “But I definitely want to hear more about it,” he says, eyes landing on me with heat.
I feel a blush creep up the back of my neck and I quickly look away. Why would the dynamic of my relationship with the others be something he enjoys learning more about?
Nope, not going there. Don't even put any more thought into it. He is Oliver’s OLDER brother and now your teacher too...
“Well, this has been lovely, and thank you for.. you know... letting me know someone is lurking in the dark, intent on putting me in an early grave, but Charlie and I gotta go,” I say, needing to get away from this dark and dangerously sexy man.
“We do?” Charlie asks, looking at me confused. I just stare at her, widening my eyes intently until she clues in. “Oh right, we gotta do that thing... “ Charlie nods along. Real subtle, Babe.
My guys give us an odd look, but Tyson has a knowing grin that makes me want to get out of here faster.
I grab Charlie by the hand and drag her out of the room. I yell goodbye over my shoulder and get the hell out of dodge.
Talon
FOR THE FIRST TIME in a while, I find myself alone in my room, the one I share with Ben and Oliver. My life has been busy these days, but in a good way. I never thought I'd ever be truly happy, but giving up meaningless hookups with random girls and committing myself to Emmy is the best thing I’ve ever done.
I used to think that no girl could ever fully satisfy me, but I was oh, so very wrong. Emmy is beyond enough. She’s everything I could have ever dreamed of in a woman. Sexy, smart, talented, the list goes on and on. And in the bedroom, let’s just say she's a freak in the sheets and a lady on the streets. She is every man's fantasy.
Now, there's only one last thing that could make my life complete, and that is Ben. I know he has feelings for me, even if he hasn't said anything. I don't want to bring it up to possibly take the next step forward, only to make him feel put on the spot, if it's not something he's ready to do. But the connection we had when Emmy had her lips locked around my cock, that's not something you can just fake.
I’m lying in my bed, listening to music with my eyes closed, when I feel the bed dip at the end near my feet. Opening my eyes, I find Ben watching me with a nervous look in his eyes. I take my headphones out of my ears and place them and my phone on the nightstand next to me.
“What’s up?” I ask, sitting up and scooting back to lean against the headboard.
“Umm... I was wondering if we could talk?” he asks shyly, as a light shade of pink blossoms on his cheeks.
“Of course, what about?”
“About us...”
“Okay... what about us?” I respond back, hoping that this is the conversation I've been waiting for.
“Well.. umm..I..uhh..” He looks away, shaking his head and letting out a sigh. “Never mind, forget I said anything,” he says in a defeated tone and gets up off the bed. Leaning over, I grab his arm to stop him from leaving. He looks at my hand and then at me.
“Don’t go. Stay, please?” It looks like I’ll need to be the one to say something. He’s too insecure about this, and if I don't initiate this conversation, it may never happen.
“I like you!” I blurt out. “And not just as a friend. My feelings for you are more like my feelings for Emmy.”
His eyes go wide and he sucks in a small breath. “Really?” he whispers. I pull on his arm, getting him to sit back down. I move next to him but give him a little space so I'm not overcrowding him in this sensitive moment.
“I do. I’ve had feelings for you for a while, but I didn’t want to say anything and potentially ruin our friendship. Also, I was confused because I'm not really sure if I'm bi or not.”
“What do you mean?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
“Well, you're really the only guy I've ever been attracted to. And it's not just physical, it's the person you are underneath too. I've never looked at another man like that. It’s only ever been you. So, I'm not sure what that means. I've been pretty confused about that but not about you.”
“I like you too,” he says in a soft voice. That's one of the things I’ve always liked about Ben. When you first lay eyes on him, you see a muscular man, covered in tattoos, and you probably think he’s this macho man or some shit, but that's not like Ben at all. Looks can be deceiving, and they really are in his case. Yes, he’s sexy with big arms, has abs for days, and is covered with ink, but he’s also quiet and shy. He’s a loyal, loving, and kind friend. He’s smart and funny and an all around amazing person. He’s a sensitive soul, but no one would think that just by looking at him.
“So, where does that leave us now?” I ask.
“Emmy asked about us,” he says, running his hand through his hair.
“What did you tell her?” I implore him, hoping like hell she is okay with this.
“I told her the truth, that I have feelings for you, and she said that it would be a good idea to talk to you. She also told me that she was okay with this. With us. That she just wants us to be happy and not to hold back on life. And if being with each other is what makes us happy, then we should find a way to make us work too.”
Hearing this I can't help the smile that takes over my face. I just fell madly in love with Emmy all over again. This is just who she is. So understanding and selfless. I'm never letting that woman go. She’s stuck with me, and now so is Ben, whether he realizes it yet or not.
Ben gets off the bed and walks over to the window, looking out at the lake. “But what if that's just how she feels for now? What if she changes her mind and decides that she’s not okay with this. I don't think I could just start something with you and have it ripped away,” he says, his voice filling with pain.
Getting off the bed, I walk over to stand behind him. Feeling the need to comfort and reassure him, I take a chance and wrap my arms under his and around his stomach, hugging him as I place my chin on his shoulder. At first he's tense at the contact, but then I feel his body relax against mine, and he leans into my touch.
“Think of everything you just said,” I say, giving him a moment before talking again. “Now think of our girl. Does that sound like something she would do to us? Does that sound like the person that she is?”
He sighs and shakes his hand. “No, that doesn't sound like her at all.”
“If it will help you to express what you're feeling to Emmy, we should all sit down and talk. That way you can hear it from her, that your fears are not something you need to be worrying yourself about,” I reassure him, giving him a squeeze.
“Yeah, you’re right. I think I just need to hear it from her again,” he agrees.
We just stand there together, looking at the sunshine reflecting off the lake.
“Talon,” Ben says, breaking the silence after a few minutes.
“Yeah?” I mumble, lightly grazing my lips against his neck, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.
“Is it just me, or does this feel completely natural?”
I chuckle lightly. “Nah, it's not just you. I feel that way too. I think it probably has a lot to do with the fact that we have been best friends for years. The only thing that's gonna change is the physical aspect. Which, not gonna lie, I'm pretty excited to explore with you.”
It’s his turn to chuckle. “Yeah, I'm pretty excited about that part too. But I'm also nervous.”
“We can take it slow and just go with what feels comfortable in the moment, how does that sound?”
“Okay,” he breathes.
He turns around in my arms to face me. Looking into his eyes I see so many emotions swirling within them. He only hesitates for a moment before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on my lips. No matter how much I want to reach up and hold his head there while I kiss him hard, I don't. I just enjoy his sweet touch and let him lead for now.
“Fuck, man! That workout was brutal!” Oliver says, bursting through the door. Startled, Ben quickly detaches himself from me as if caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Oliver saw nothing though. He has a towel covering his face, as he dries his hair, still wet from the shower.
Ben goes over to sit on his bed, and I return to mine. When Oliver has his back turned, I look over at Ben and give him a happy smile, which he returns.
I'm not sure how Oliver will feel about Ben and I, but I'm hoping he’s as supportive as Emmy is. I know how protective he is of her. We all are. I don't think he would really mind though. He just doesn't want Emmy to get hurt. And we don't plan on that ever happening. Even if Ben and I are together, Emmy will always be both of our first priorities. She will always come before ourselves. She is the glue that holds this amazingly weird dynamic together and keeps us from breaking apart.