Page 28 of Filthy Little Pretties
Cherry: No fair! You guys are together!
Cherry: Just tell me.
Cherry: Come on. I’ll be your best friend.
Me: I already have one. He’s sitting next to me.
Cherry: !!! This is Liam. Because Grey always liked me better.
I smile and show my phone to Liam, who laughs. This game is way too much fun. I may never tell her who we are.
“You know, playing with your phone is going to get you in trouble.”
The stench of winter-fresh gum wafts over my shoulder, as the irritation seated behind me leans into the back of my head. I turn around and take in the busty redhead I’d been trying to fuck all summer. Sometimes my dick has inferior ideas.
“Nobody’s getting in trouble, Laura. Especially me.”
“A little trouble never hurt though, right?”
She smiles, trying for seductive, but I don’t bite. She’s a cock tease—loves the attention but has zero follow-through. We almost fucked twice, the last time being the day before school started. That was one more time than I had the patience for. Whatever beer goggles I was plagued with before don’t seem to be here anymore because I don’t have a shred of interest.
Laura reaches up to touch my jacket, and the way she leans in pushes her tits together so that they’re on display behind the shirt that should be buttoned higher.
“You know, my parents are gone this weekend…”
Laura’s long pause has me glancing at Liam, who gives me a nod, knowing just what I’m thinking.
“Are you making me an offer, Laura?”
“What?” She giggles and looks around to see if anyone else is listening, “I’m just saying my parents are gone…”
Yeah, I get it. But I don’t want it. Laura lost her chance. More realistically, I dodged a fucking bullet.
Liam knocks his knuckles quietly on her desk to get her attention. “Red, he’s asking if you wanna fuck him. Or me? Maybe both…at the same time?”
Her eyes grow wide at his words, shocked by his crudeness. But it’s false. She knows exactly who and what we are. Everyone does.
I smile, running my thumb over my bottom lip. The girls in this school are nothing but entertainment because they choose to be. They’re so willing to set their value based on what’s between their legs. It’s pathetic, but who am I to complain about free pussy.
“Laura, answer Liam…make us an offer we can’t refuse. Because right now, I’d rather get a hand job from my fucking grandma.”
Liam throws his head back and laughs. “You’re a dick.”
I shrug and turn my back to her again, hearing her shrill voice behind me.
“You guys are fucking assholes.”
The bell rings, and we both stay seated, turning our heads to watch Laura walk by because we are, in fact, assholes.
“I hope your new little girl toy knows what freaking dicks you are. Or maybe she likes having two dicks.”
Liam stands, towering over her and wiping the shit-eating grin off her face as she clamps her mouth shut and puts her head down, before walking out of the room. He looks back at me, shaking his head.
“Man, these girls. They’re vicious. Are you gonna hit that?”
“No interest. Have at it.”
He grabs his notebook and pen off the desk. “Nah, I’m good. She gives me penicillin vibes.”
