The Music Room.
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‘My, oh my,’ Taliyah murmured. She had felt the two Samsonov boys pressing in on her, Mikhail behind her and Vlad to the front. She hoped she had them right. With her heart racing and her fervor rising, she wasn't 100% sure. ‘Mikhail,’ she looked over her shoulder as she moved her ass up and down his crotch, ‘this is only for you.’ Her declaration was in a throaty moan.
‘That's unfair,’ I chuckled to Taliyah.
‘Don't worry,’ her head tilted up, ‘I know some tricks Brandy doesn't know.’ I didn't know if that was true, or not. Finding out would be fun. I kissed her on the lips. At the same time, my brother nipped down on her shirt-covered shoulder.
‘Don't be cruel,’ he teased her. ‘You know he was sneaking peeks at the lodge.’
‘My body; my rules,’ Taliyah insisted somewhat breathlessly.
‘Okay. I'll work on changing your mind,’ I growled before diving in for another kiss. Our tongues battled. Taliyah placed her hands on either side of my chin, taking control of our passion. In doing so, I sensed her reticence quickly passing.
‘Y'alls first time with one girl?’ she purred when we came up for air. She knew it was, so I was left trying to figure out her game.
For Taliyah this was a totally new experience too. The sense she had such a level of control over the masculine power encompassing her was dizzying. She hated to admit it, but looking into Vlad's eyes felt nice. His gaze was focused on her. His perceptions were seeking out her reactions and her responses, not still hooked on Brandy.
In the back of her mind had been the gnawing fear she was a substitute fuck; a Brandy-surrogate in Vlad's mind. She saw none of that. His attention was eating her up and it made her so fucking hot. Even more thrilling: she was soaked, breathing heavy and trembling; and they all three still had their damn clothes on!
Taliyah's fingers began fumbling with my belt.
‘We've got time,’ I stroked her cheek. I caught a quick signal from Mikhail. We both dove down for opposite sides of her neck, suckling, licking and nibbling on her tense muscles from collar to ear lobe. In the process, I managed to pull her shirt out of her skirt; she got my belt buckle undone. Synching our oral attacks with working our shoes off with foot-action alone, we then went straight to loosening our belts and; front first (aka me); yanked off our jeans and underwear in one brutal maneuver.
‘Ah,’ Taliyah gasped as my lips and tongue played along the crux of her windpipe and chin, ‘you two practice that much?’
‘Yeah,’ Mikhail chortled. ‘We do.’
Taliyah's hand on my shoulders caused me to bring about a pause in our actions.
‘Seriously?’ she looked over her shoulder at my vigorous triplet.
‘Why would I make up something so bizarre?’ was his take on things. I could tell Taliyah 'wanted' to know more. But she simply wanted more of us both right now and figured she could interrogate us about our unusual sexual indoctrination later; post-coitus. They began kissing and their kisses became an oral battle replete with growls, rumbles and other hungry sounds.
I took the distraction to rapidly unbutton Taliyah's shirt, pull it open and; Lord Hallelujah!; she had on a front-opening bra; and unleash her 'puppies'. I had talked about her preferences with neither Mikhail nor Brandy, but I'd witnessed and rewound (hey, I'm 18 years old) the footage of the lakeside orgy enough times to know she liked her nipples played with.
‘Uh; uh; uh; ah; ‘ the dark-skinned beauty moaned. ‘Are you two telepathic?’ she said in response to our hands reaching inside her panties and moving along her vulva and perineum, coming at her from different directions at the same time. I wasn't quite sure what inspired us; I put my thumb upon her aroused clit; it felt almost the size of the first digit of my pinkie; and reached around to insert my ring finger against her sphincter.
At the same time, Mikhail was working his thumb up her bunghole and rubbing his forefinger into her vagina. She was already wet and getting wetter by the second. By the oily texture of my brother's digits, he'd somehow snuck some lubricant on them while our partner was distracted.
The combination of our height differentials, our ministrations and her obvious pleasure forced my brother and I to go to our knees.
‘Oh God! I need a picture of this,’ Taliyah exulted. ‘Both of you on your knees around me.’
‘I promise,’ I looked up, ‘we'll do this again.’
‘You'd better,’ she beamed, looking down at me, wreathed in a cocktail of majesty and carnality. She added to that image by cupping her left breast into a mouth-watering mound. No words were necessary. I licked the rich, dark brown areola before latching onto her stubby, darker nipple. My thumb and finger were working in tandem with Mikhail's over her cunt and anus to bring her to fruition.
Taliyah was struggling to keep it together. She fed her other breast to Vlad who attentively latched on and began applying a tantalizing level of suction which was driving her wild.
‘Cut loose, Babe,’ Mikhail whispered into her ear. He was rising back to his feet at the same time his right hand began to furiously frig her.
She shot him a foul look over her shoulder.
'As if he can tell me what and when I can; ' she thought to herself.
‘We are in a soundproof room for a reason,’ he grinned. She sensed the connection. He wasn't out to steal anything from her. Her lover was famished for even more of her sensuality and that desire was showing through. Taliyah looked heavenward; and then Howled!
Emptiness Fourth Period Bell.
Sultana Berry stumbled into the front of the room first. We were on our knees; Mikhail had his back to the newcomers, Taliyah was on all-fours with Mikhail doing her cunt from behind while she was giving me yet another blowjob. I was looking right at Sultana and the other cheerleaders as they entered.
‘I hope this doesn't take too long,’ Sultana got out, ‘because I'd; ‘ and her head turned from looking over her shoulder at her fellow cheerleaders in the hallway to the three of us a dozen feet away.
‘Holy Shit!’ she exclaimed.
‘What?’ wondered Randi Leigh who was right behind Sultana. Before she could comment, Alondra Lamb, stumbled in, with Brandy herding her and Betty Jo Starling ahead of her. ‘Oh fuck,’ gasped Randi Leigh, her surprise turning quickly vindictive, ‘Brandy, your guy seems to be fucking your best friend.’
Alondra scanned around seeking direction. Sultana's eyes flicked to Brandy before latching back onto my 'midsection' as Taliyah unleashed my cock from her lips allowing it to sort of sway there; hypnotically.
‘'Bout time you got here,’ Taliyah slurred happily to Brandy. ‘I'm tapping out.’
With that, she slouched down on her left side, head resting on her biceps, serene smile on her face. Earlier we'd spread out the piano cover so we didn't have to deal with the much colder floor. Even as Mikhail let her down gently, his tool came free with a loud 'plop!', revealing its rock-hard, 'full mast' status.
‘Hey Brandy, what is Randi Leigh doing here?’ I beamed lust-filled affection at my girlfriend. ‘I thought you said she wasn't invited.’ According to my Mother (the Evil Psychic Mistress of Misdirection), insinuating to one girl another woman didn't want you close by 'her man' made her want to get close to you. It didn't make much sense to me, but then what did I know about women? Sure enough, Randi Leigh shot Brandy an evil look.
Mikhail extended his sweaty body over Taliyah, planted a few feather-light kisses on her shoulder and ear then rose up, right leg first. He quarter-turned their way.
‘Alondra,’ he emoted wolfishly. The smoky hot young lady blinked in surprise then pointed to herself as if to affirm she was the one he was talking to; as if there was another Alondra in this High School. There wasn't.
‘Come here,’ he beckoned her with a finger.
‘Me?’ she gulped.
‘I've wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you,’ Mikhail rumbled.
‘Me?’ she repeated. Alondra wasn't going to win any debates with that level of verbal repertoire.
‘Hold on now,’ Sultana interposed herself, facing her ladies. Her mistake was taking her eyes off my brother.
‘But I think he needs help getting dressed,’ Alondra tried to explain. How cute.
‘Brandy, what's going on here?’ Sultana was looking past Alondra to the Team Co-Captain. Mikhail snuck up on Sultana quickly and quietly. I was right behind him. Randi Leigh was trying to get Sultana's attention. Too late. He moved straight into Sultana's back, driving her face to face with Alondra.
‘So you think you are better than Taliyah, do you?’ he breathed into Sultana's ear. She recoiled as much as she could, putting a weak elbow into his ribs. She was only partially effective in turning around. For my part, I slipped around them and went directly into Randi Leigh's personal space. Take into account both my brother and I were naked, glistening with sweat, and highly aroused;
‘Randi Leigh (apparently middle names were important in cases such as this), why doesn't Brandy want you and I hanging out?’ I lied.
‘I never said that,’ Brandy protested. If someone I had known for more than half my life told me one thing and a near-stranger told me the opposite, I would believe the person I knew well. Mom insisted Randi wouldn't believe Brandy;
‘Sure you didn't,’ Randi Leigh simmered while reaching down and wrapping a hand around my cock. She gave me a little yank. ‘Not bad.’
‘Get off me!’ Sultana demanded of Mikhail. She got her wish. Mikhail moved her aside and went after Alondra. He astonished everyone by cupping the chestnut-complexioned girl's jaw romantically in both hands and placing a kiss on her lips.
‘Fucking fantastic,’ he purred, then went in pursuit of a far more brutal and demanding lip-lock which took hostage the air from deep within Alondra's lungs.
‘Hey,’ Sultana protested. ‘Stop that.’ She tried to separate my brother from his prey. Alondra complicated the issue by entwining one arm behind his head and the other around his waist, keeping him close. Wanton moans echoed from her unfathomed sensual core.
Randi Leigh drank in the scene.
‘I'm Rashaan's girl now,’ she grinned up at me, hand still on my rod.
‘I'm not going to tell him a damn thing,’ I looked down at her. My left hand went along her right elbow to her shoulder all friendly-like. When Randi Leigh didn't resist, I moved my right from her hip to her ass and began bringing her close.
‘I'm not going to fuck you,’ her lips insisted at the same time her hand began jacking me off. ‘I don't do White guys.’
‘Does cunnilingus count?’ I whispered into her ear.
‘Ah; ‘ she murmured. ‘Maybe not,’ she finished off with a foxy grin of her own.
I could begin to see the calculations going off behind those eyes. Perhaps; just perhaps; there was a reason Brandy had risked Darius' wrath to fuck me; on multiple occasions. I let my hand on her ass creep to her cleft.
‘Clothes,’ I teased her; as she had me on too many occasions. Meanwhile;
‘Brandy?’ Sultana looked to the functioning Co-Captain for intervention. Brandy had already kicked off her tennis shoes and was currently stripping down out of her jeans and panties. She was also still by the door. Only later would I realize it was because she'd sent Misty Dawn and Betty Jo Starling to escort a semi-crippled Alexander here and the door was locked, so they would need to be let in; thus necessitating her remaining close to the door.
Brandy's allies on the squad, Noémie and Amber Lee, were keeping three 'opposing' cheerleaders (Vantrice, Mia and Pearl) preoccupied this lunch period. Dealing with five new cheerleaders would be stressing the three of us guys to our limits. In theory, I guessed that meant we'd pick those other five off later in the week, or on Saturday at Brandy's house.
‘Taliyah and I can't keep up with these three,’ Brandy exaggerated. ‘I was hoping y'all could help out this one time. Please?’
‘But; ‘ Sultana sputtered. I was willing to bet 'they're White' almost spilled forth. But she spared another look to the sexually sated Taliyah instead.
‘By all means, leave my Man alone,’ Taliyah threatened, then yawned, stretching out like a savannah lioness. ‘I'll leave you Rashaan.’
According to Mom, that wasn't an offer, it was a challenge; for Sultana to go after Mikhail. To my naïve way of thinking, he could have made it easier by switching his attention from Alondra to Sultana, who was the more dominant woman anyway. Not only was that 'not' Mikhail, it wasn't what a man did if he wanted a woman's interest. We; the men; had to play hard to get.
I'd told Mom I preferred honesty. She'd told me to keep my preferences to myself and do what I was told; and I would somehow end up happier.
I truly believe my Mom loves me, so I went along with her madcap advice. It worked gang-busters. The more Mikhail persisted in focusing on Alondra, the harder Sultana worked on enticing and seducing him; because he was a bastard?
In comparison, I had it easier. Brandy was clearly horny for me and Randi Leigh got off on thwarting Brandy's lusts by corralling my attentions with her body motions. The more frustrated Brandy became, the more Randi Leigh's inhibitions flew out the window. She had me on my back, hand still on my cock as she guided it into her steamy folds in under two minutes. Putting on a condom? 'No time for that,' or so she claimed. Funny. I thought we had fifty minutes.
Here I was feeling bad about leaving Brandy out and here she was with her triumphant smile from over Randi Leigh's shoulder. She had totally suckered Randi Leigh and me with her passionate resistance. She mouthed 'I love you' before scampering off to get the door. Alexander, Misty Dawn and Betty Jo had arrived.
Under anything approaching normal group dynamics, at least one of the young ladies could have been expected to bolt this unusual erotic encounter; however the Cheer Squad was used to their Lunch Time and post-Practice orgies. In the immediate post-Darius Era, they hadn't been getting any and suddenly they had three hunky, hot and ready (even if White) guys in front of them, willing to perform.
Alexander had it the easiest. He was 'infirm', so Misty Dawn decided to transfer all the gratitude she had for me not getting into a slugfest with Cousin Buck in the Parking Lot this morning to him, thus lavishing him with some intense, solo loving care. Betty Jo, momentarily at loose ends, was called over to Mikhail by Alondra, who insisted she was still trying to get him dressed;
If Mikhail felt any reticence over reliving the sexual exploits of his Varangian ancestors, he didn't show it in the slightest. He soon had Alondra and Betty Jo kneeling with their haunches on their heels, licking his balls and cock-shaft while Sultana stood by his side, kissing him longingly as he massaged her pubic mound; no penetration yet. It took me a few seconds to realize he was teasing her; plus, he was able to pat the kneeling lasses on their heads when they particularly pleased him. What a fortuitous pig.
I didn't have the time to verbally chastise him. As I began to work in and out of Randi Leigh's love box, twisting my hips during every intrusion, looking to increase her stimulations, she began to get really responsive and incredibly vocal. The combination of the 'aphrodisiacs' Mom had given us, plus my interrupted blowjob with Taliyah, prompted me to begin ejaculating into her womb. Whoops!
‘Ugh; ugh; ugh; ugh; ugh; ugh --ugh-ugh-uh-uh-ug!’ escaped from her lips and then she went off like no woman I'd ever seen before. Randi Leigh was acting as if she was having a seizure. Her long, brunette hair, normally in a ponytail, but worn loose today, whipped around her head as she thrashed and jerked atop of me. Fingernails drew bloody rivets across my pectorals as her hands scarred me from collar to mid-stomach.
Her mahogany skin (she was White, but well-tanned) was more flushed than normal, her small nipples were a bright crimson within her rich reddish-brown half-dollar-sized areolas equally blood-flushed and puff. Her breathing came in staggered gasps. Then she completely locked up perpendicular to my waist, back bowed and her face finally ending up staring down at me in disbelief.
All I could think of, looking back up at her, trying to make sense of the electricity spreading like fire through her veins was; 'if you figure out what I just did to you, please let me know what it was; because I may want to be more careful who I do it to in the future'.
‘Uwee; ‘ escaped from her tightly constricted airways right before Randi Leigh's eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed on my chest, utterly spent.
‘Brandy?’ I looked past the unconscious woman on my chest toward my vastly more experienced lover. She looked stunned. The rest of the room was quiet.
‘I think; that was Randi Leigh; having an orgasm,’ Brandy gasped.
‘You go, Bro!’ Mikhail saluted me, slamming his closed-fist over his heart; twice. With the way the three women were looking at him, he should have been more careful. I suspected they were expecting the same treatment.
‘Are you sure you are okay with having sex?’ Misty Dawn inquired of Alexander, even as she started yanking his pants down.
‘For you; sure. I'll get my belt,’ he gently caressed her cheek, ‘if you could get my shoes?’
I had to push Randi Leigh up, then maneuver us around so I could carry the still blissfully unaware Randi Leigh to the piano cover to be lain beside Taliyah before returning my attentions to Brandy. I caught sight of some worry in her eyes until she realized my eyes were nearly bugged out of my head and my cock was throbbing upright and returning to duty; her completely naked body had that effect on me.
‘Oh,’ she giggled. ‘You're hurt.’
‘It'll heal,’ I ignored the pain. We met halfway. My hands went to her right breast and left face cheek to steer her head up to a kiss. Hers went to my cock; still no condom. So much for 'safe' sex.
‘Ladies, Sultana's going to ruin our fun, so I gotta take care of her first before I can get back to the both of you,’ Mikhail boasted.
‘You think so?’ Sultana Berry put forth with provocative bravado.
‘Yeah,’ Mikhail snorted. ‘Alondra and Betty Jo like me, so I'd like to spend some quality time with them. You'd like to think you are better than me, but we both know you aren't. So I'm about to prove it to you.’
Seriously? Isn't this the moment the woman slaps the man in the face, throws a drink at him, calls him an 'asshole' (or something even less flattering), then storms out?
‘I'm going to ruin you for every other women you ever try to get with,’ Sultana rose to the challenge.
Okay then;
‘If she wasn't such a bitch,’ Brandy whispered to me as she followed me to the floor, her riding me cowgirl, ‘I'd warn her.’
All I could do was grunt.
‘What was that?’ Brandy's brow furrowed and her cute nose twitched.
Had my Mother not told me this would happen; scary and far beyond weird; I would have thought I was doing something wrong. This was Brandy seeking affirmation.
‘You; above me; every time it is so wonderful and new, Brandy Crystal Carson,’ I replied in a soft, rich romantic voice. Just because I knew the question was coming, didn't mean I'd rehearsed a response. I went with my gut and by Brandy's near-tearful reaction, I was right on the money. Brandy leaned in, squishing her breasts against me and gave me a famished kiss.
‘I feel the same way,’ she murmured.
‘You like blonde-haired girls with big boobs sitting on top of you too?’ I joked.
‘Oh,’ she sat up, feigning indignation well, ‘Poo!’ then she smacked my chest. Then, to further punish me, she flexed her thighs; going up and down; and undulated her vaginal walls; to give my cock a very friendly 'welcome back'.
'Yikes!' Man, but that felt really good. Brandy clued in to my pleasure and was looking a bit too pleased with herself, so I pushed up with one arm and went like a lamprey for her right breast.
‘Hey!’ she gasped. ‘Not so rough.’ Which meant 'keep at it'. ‘I said not so rough, Vlad. I'm a bit tender,’ she sighed happily, reinforcing her misdirection by placing a hand on the back of my head, keeping my lips and teeth tight to her tit.
'Nom-nom-nom-nom,' I happily suckled along for six, or seven minutes until;
‘Hey y'all,’ Alondra appeared above me/us. ‘Can I join in?’
Reluctantly I released Brandy's mammary to get a quick peek at what Mikhail was up to.
He was going for some hot-muff action on Sultana where she lay on top of the piano, which was, in turn, on the elevated stage. Her legs were upraised in a 'V' with her hands holding the back of each knee to hold the pose. My brother was alternating between kisses to her clit and slit and teasing her labia with his tongue and teeth; gentle-like for now. When he figured out her sensitive spots, he'd be doubling down on them rapid-fire soon enough.
‘Unless my Princess claws me like a scratching post; Hell ya!’ I grinned. That was a concession to my Lady's #1 status without making me sound cunt-whipped. Brandy gave a playful harrumph married to her own saucy smile. The problem was;
‘Princess? Who is that?’ Alondra struggled to concentrate.
‘Me,’ Brandy seductively wiggled off my cock. ‘He's my Prince, so I'm his Princess.’
‘Oh! Like Disney?’ Alondra beamed innocent understanding. ‘That's so cool.’
‘Yeah,’ Brandy shot me a wink. ‘Like Disney. Here, have a seat and share in the 'magic'.’
‘Oh goodie!’ the tawny athlete mounted my cock which Brandy was 'kind' enough to hold erect for her. She wasn't tight, but, to be honest, Alondra was snugger than my first time with Brandy; which was a thought I'd take to my grave. Her toes were on the floor, knees off the ground, gymnast's thighs like coiled springs and hands splayed on my chest; she got to bounding up and down.
‘Yay!’ At least I was making someone definitely happy. When I made eye contact; I; felt for Alondra. She had one; no; two marketable commodities; her exotic good looks and a willingness to work hard. Cheerleading was as much of a demanding sport as basketball. She knew the Cheer Squad's routines, and with her limited intellect, that had to mean she truly applied herself when given the chance.
What Alondra needed was good friends; and someone, right now, to fuck her.
‘I've never fucked a White guy before,’ she blithely informed me. ‘I thought you'd be; smaller.’
‘Vlad is full of surprises,’ Brandy moved to my side, still smiling.
‘Don't let me neglect you, Babe,’ I offered. She knew what I was saying and took me up on the suggesting.
She made a production of standing over my head, facing Alondra then slowly lowering herself down to my waiting mouth.
‘How's he going to breath?’ Alondra inquired.
‘He's got great lungs,’ Brandy answered. My tongue was busy sculpting out her vulva and penetrating her labia.
My right hand went around the back to massage a luscious ass cheek and tickler her along her tailbone. Then the left went up and rediscovered her breasts. I could almost hate my Mother for keeping us from sex for so long; almost. To be fair, she'd also helped train us to be aggressive, appreciative and attentive lovers.
It wasn't like the BBC Masters didn't do cunnilingus. Some did. The difference was we approached it as a facet of a full-on orgasmic orchestra. It wasn't just licking and sucking that clit, or labia pulling. Depending on the partner, it was spreading your attention along the upper thighs, pubic mound perineum and buttocks.
Fingers, lips, tongue, nose and even whiskers could be parts of our arsenals. Keep all your senses focused on your lover as well. A twinge, chance in scent, or a stifled gasp could all be clues to what secretly turned them on. Thankfully for this encounter, I already knew Brandy pretty well and Alondra wasn't overly demanding. She wanted a nice, stiff cock and I gave her that in spades; no pun intended.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,’ Sultana began hissing. Taliyah had done wonders for Mikhail's confidence which rebounded into this pattern of quickly overwhelming whatever mental defenses she tried to put up between him and the climax he wished to tear from her.
‘Oh Fuck!’ she screamed. Yep. Mom's choice of the sound-proof Music Room was prescient.
‘Oh; ‘ she moaned. ‘Wait; ‘
‘No way,’ Mikhail taunted her. ‘I'm not going to stop until you say you'll only do White boys.’ Pretty much a complete race reversal, and cruelly pointless.
‘Not going to; Oh Fuck!’ she began to caterwaul again. I couldn't see what he was doing, but by the sound of moist slapping, I figured he had advanced to screwing her face-to-face and furiously hard.
‘What's going on?’ Randi Leigh finally rejoined the gathering.
‘He fucked you into transcendence, you silly Cunt,’ Taliyah mocked the girl.
‘I; ah; it wasn't; ‘ Randi Leigh blathered.
‘Don't even try,’ Taliyah chuckled.
‘By all means,’ I could feel Brandy twist her upper body around, ‘if you never want to fuck my guy ever again; ‘
‘Or mine,’ Taliyah tacked on.
‘Any of the Samsonov boys ever again,’ Brandy dictated, ‘that's fine by me; us.’
‘That's damn right,’ Taliyah added.
‘Oh; I'm getting all tingly,’ Alondra sang out.
‘When is it going to be my turn?’ I had no doubt Betty Jo was pouting over her exclusion by Mikhail's devotion to Sultana.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,’ became a familiar refrain. ‘Oh Fuck!’ and Sultana surrendered another orgasm to my bratty younger triplet. ‘No; ‘ she panted.
‘Don't break her,’ Taliyah sounded a tad jealous as well as cautionary.
‘Say it,’ he growled.
‘Ah; ‘ was all Sultana could emote.
‘Say it,’ he remained ferocious. I felt obliged to tap Brandy's thigh. She was closing on her own fruition, but I wasn't sure Sultana had the time.
‘Give it a rest,’ Alexander protested.
Brandy dismounted. Mikhail hadn't relented yet.
‘Bro, Alondra's over here; dying for a three-way,’ I tried a different approach. I wasn't going to swap out Alondra for Betty Jo; that would be treating the ladies like mix-and-match Legos. Betty Jo was still the only girl-neglected, but I knew from our earlier conversation Mikhail had a special hankering for Alondra; which I couldn't bring up directly without being cruel to Taliyah.
Mikhail looked over his shoulder, his body still hovering over the slack form of a sated Sultana. His look was volcanic; primal, fiery;
‘We aren't done,’ was his parting shot to Sultana. Betty Jo was still on her knees where he'd left her. Mikhail didn't spare her a glance, advancing swiftly to us.
Meanwhile;
‘I do? I am?’ Alondra hiccupped both surprised and happy with 'her' suggestion.
For a second I was afraid Mikhail would go directly for a face-fuck. Alondra was certainly set up for it. Instead, at the last second he went in for a deep French kiss full of tongue, mutual nose-breathing and finishing with his teeth pulling playfully on her upper lip.
‘I'm bouncing on your brother,’ Alondra gleefully, breathlessly and pointlessly related.
‘I can see,’ he chuckled. My youngest triplet didn't have to be an asshole. ‘I think I'm going to be pouncing on you.’
Alondra had no comeback. My bet was she didn't know what 'pounce' meant. Mikhail moved behind the medium-brown beauty. It occurred to me the deeply-tanned Brandy and natural-complexioned Alondra were virtually the same skin color.
Otherwise they were different enough. Brandy was a natural blonde. Alondra had kinky, black hair with blonde highlights. One with dark-blue eyes and the other hazel. Alondra was taller by a few inches. Brandy had the larger bust and hips. Alondra's buttocks were accentuated to the top while Brandy's were more balanced hemispheres. I couldn't tell whose smile I liked more.
‘I like White boys,’ she huffed as a way of greeting Mikhail's transition from 'kisser' to man-boy pressing in behind her. There was no way he was going for her ass without causing her a great deal of pain. He had another idea.
‘Seesaw?’ he looked over her shoulder. Oh!
I put my hands under each of her thighs and lifted her up and forward.
‘Eep!’ she squeaked followed by ‘Hey; No,’ when my cock popped out.
‘Here you go,’ Mikhail soothed her. In his cock went.
‘Oh yeah,’ she was immediately mollified.
‘Why does she get two of them?’ Betty Jo complained.
‘Yeah,’ Randi Leigh grumbled. ‘Why does she get both of them?’
‘Because she asked really, really nice,’ Mikhail addressed the others. Brandy shot me a curious look. Since she had her back to the others I felt it was safe to share my own confusion.
‘When did that happen?’ Taliyah pseudo-teased 'us'.
At the same time, Alondra rocked forward. When she settled back, it was my cock inside her once more. Taliyah had gotten dual-vaginal and anal after we had 'prepped' her.
‘We're telepathic,’ Mikhail responded. Alondra didn't care.
‘You'd better not be,’ Taliyah muttered.
Yeah, we had to do something about this. The next time we switched back, I pulled myself further up and away from Alondra. Mikhail picked up on my clues and went to regular doggy-style, his back pressing on hers, his left arm supporting his weight while his right reached under and began to manipulate her clit between two of his fingers in a tender, circular motion.
‘Ah-ah-ah Shit!,’ Misty Dawn announced her own eruption to all of us. It turned out she and Alexander shared their 'moment'; their synergy further multiplying their sensory overload.
I had barely moved into a kneeling position in front of Alondra. We kissed which left me rather unprepared for;
‘Now it's my turn,’ Betty Jo pushed Brandy aside in her rush to grapple with me. Oh Joy!
Mom and Dominique.
‘Ms. Malik, there is a Mrs. Samsonov here to see you,’ Riley buzzed Madam Mayor. Dominique bit down on her anger; and fear. Chinedu had been so plastered, he couldn't properly remember the events of the previous evening clearly and Taliyah hadn't felt the need to remind him. None of that erased the feel of the middle Samsonov boy's; everything, or the wrongness of those actions.
Chief of Police Quinterre had yet to slither through her doorway, though that was something she had to prepare for. The beating Alexander (she wasn't fooled by whatever deception Gayle Fonteneau/Samsonov had perpetrated) took at school had been both troubling and welcome; since it served as a major distraction to 'that night'.
Darius'; destruction had been a peal of thunder after Alexander's beating. Now the Arkansas State Police were nosing around and her 'mole' inside the Davis County Sheriff's Department had become reticent to supply her with useful information.
‘Tell Mrs. Samsonov I don't have room in my schedule today. Perhaps she can avail herself of our city's website, or attempt an e-mail,’ Dom answered.
‘She says she'll wait,’ Riley replied.
'Ah shit; that bitch'; ‘Fine. I will give her five minutes in; thirty.’
‘Yes Ma'am,’ Riley sang out.
Dominique frowned. Riley appeared 'upbeat'. Which black snake was pounding her fat ass and cunt now? Damn it; one more unexpected headache. Thirty minutes rolled around and Gayle hadn't departed like any sane individual would, so Riley showed her in.
‘Riley, you can go,’ Dom dismissed her White 'Political Assistant'.
Riley kept smiling like a fool.
‘Yes Ms. Malik,’ the girl nodded.
‘See you this evening, Riley,’ Gayle smiled. Riley's smile deepened into something definitely sensual. Dominique was going to have to school her Jew Ass again. Spending time with Gayle Fonteneau was the opposite of helping out.
‘Hi Dom,’ Gayle settled into the seat across from Dominique.
‘Call me Madam Mayor,’ Dom bit back. ‘What do you want?’ Gayle's grin turned into a vicious leer. ‘And leave Riley alone, damn you.’
‘I was curious if Chinedu's sagging black ball sack has become a suitably dark shade of blue; I see from the look of his two main whores, they have,’ Gayle chuckled.
‘Bitch,’ Dom seethed. ‘What do you; think you have on me?’
‘Not a damn thing,’ Gayle kept chortling. Dom was more convinced than ever the evil harlot had lost her damn mind. ‘Welcome to dealing with decent human beings, Dom. My boys didn't tell me a fucking thing. They certainly didn't gather any footage of supposed misdeeds.’
Dom processed what she was and wasn't being told.
‘Neither boy had anything to tell you,’ Dominique murmured. Even she wasn't sure if she was asking a question, or making a statement.
‘No. Vlad would only break a confidence if you stepped out of bounds,’ Gayle affirmed.
‘Mikhail?’
‘By all means; get between him and Taliyah. I find his unexpected loyalty to your daughter an unwelcome distraction. But you're a selfish bitch. So by all means; ‘
‘My daughter has better sense than to be seen with any of your boys,’ Dom's eyes narrowed.
‘Then we are agreed,’ Gayle stood. ‘Neither of us needs our children interfering in our plans for one another. That is all I wanted to hear.’
‘Play your sick mind games with someone else, you twisted slut,’ Dom regrouped. ‘You deal with your boy and I'll deal with my daughter. Dating your son is suicide for her High School social success, but I'll let her make up her own mind.’
Gayle sat back down, still far too pleased with herself.
‘Go ahead. I'm interested in what your daughter has to say about my son behind his back. Give her a call,’Mrs. Fonteneau Samsonov suggested.
‘Why?’
‘Decent people, Dominique,’ was Gayle's allusion. ‘Sometimes people can surprise you. I'll make you a bargain.’
‘I don't want any part of anything you have to offer,’ Dom snapped.
‘I'll fund your bid for the State Senate; no matter what your girl says about Mikhail. You know Reggie is going to be a problem, thanks to Riley being a true BBC slut and to the solidarity Chine's buddies are going to show him; over you.’
‘Another Fonteneau lie.’
‘Why? Why would I lie to you about this?’
‘For starters, your maximum campaign contributions won't mean squat.’
‘I can have five hundred people calling your campaign committee by 5 pm, each promising the $2,700 legal limit; for starters, Dom,’ Gayle smirked.
‘Then there is the fact I control the Fonteneau Trust which, in turn, provides significant, if not the majority of support for seventeen approved Political Action Committees in Arkansas, Louisiana, Missouri, Oklahoma, Tennessee and Texas. If I shovel $50,000 their way; each, they can repay the favor; and not lose my support; by giving yet another $2,700 apiece plus spend another $47,300 on 'the issues'; whatever you chose those to be.’
Dominique twitched ever so slightly. That would be nearly 1.4 Million to her campaign war chest plus another $800,000 in 'free' political ads. Then she could really tell Reggie to go fuck himself; once she was safely in office (her Papa didn't raise no dummy). That kind of money could open up even greater opportunities for Dominique Fox Malik; the US House of Representative perhaps?
Damn, she hoped she wasn't salivating in front of this sick and twisted Fonteneau bitch.
‘All over a phone call? You'd risk that much?’
‘Yes. Absolutely,’ Gayle's steel bothered Dom. What was she missing?
‘Do you hate me?’ Gayle continued.
‘Yes.’
‘Do you think I hate you?’
‘Yes.’
‘Wrong,’ Gayle snorted in wry amusement. ‘I hated your Pops, but he's dead now. I hated your brother, but he's a vegetable now. I don't hate you, Dominique, because you have never personally wronged me, or my family. I save my hate for the people who have wronged me; and gotten away with it up until now.’
‘Tell me something I Don't know,’ Dom bit back. ‘Like why are you telling me this?’
‘I love my boys more than I hate your husband, Dom,’ Gayle's eyes narrowed menacingly. ‘I'm not going to hurt Mikhail for nightmares I Know will never go away; no matter how much they, or their Da, love me; no matter how much vengeance I get. Thus, I want my retribution to be as clean as possible; so I'm giving you the opportunity to make my life easier.’
‘You need help,’ Dom muttered. ‘Serious professional psychiatric help.’
‘Sure,’ Gayle chuckled once. ‘The Nation needs serious damn campaign finance reform laws too. You are more likely to find a way to fix our American political process than fix me. Make the call, Dom.’
Dominique wanted to stand tall and toss the Hated Fonteneau out on her ass; except she (Dominique) could do so much good in higher political office and even more if she was free of leeches like Reggie. Dominique decided to roll those dice. She noted the time; Taliyah would be finishing up 4th Period; Lunch; so she gave her a call.
‘Taliyah.’
‘Yes, Momma?’ she sounded rather fatigued yet dream-like.
‘What have you been doing?’
‘Nothing,’ Taliyah grew more alert and petulant. ‘Whatchya want?’
‘I want to make sure you and that Samsonov boy are done. He's nothing, but bad news for you.’
‘Huh?’ followed by a pregnant pause. ‘Not that I like him one bit, but why do you care? Besides, Rashaan has been cheating on me with Randi Leigh Upshaw; the gutless piece of shit.’
‘Well; get him back!’ Dominique snapped. ‘He's going to be Football Team Captain this year. If you want to be Homecoming Queen, you need to; ‘
‘Mom, I don't want him back,’ Taliyah dug in her heels.
‘Well, don't date Mikhail whatever you do,’ Momma Malik attempted to lay down the law.
‘We don't date, Mom,’ Taliyah bit off which she followed by a gasp and a giggled. ‘He is a knuckle-dragging Neanderthal. I swear, Brandy got the good one. Vlad treats her; {stop that!}; right.’
‘Who you with?’ Dom lapsed into Ozark patios.
‘Me and the girls are working through some issues, Mom,’ Taliyah fibbed. From long experience as her mother, Dominique knew she was getting a half-truth and thus a half-lie.
‘Put Brandy on the phone.’
‘Hold on; {I'm going to Kill you!}; Here she is.’
‘Ms. Malik?’ Brandy's voice sang out loud and clear.
‘Is my daughter anywhere near Mikhail Samsonov; right now?’
‘Oh; ah; yes, but she is busy beating him up,’ Brandy prevaricated.
‘She shouldn't be touching him at all,’ Momma Malik groused.
‘But he's been touching her. It is only fair she punch him back,’ Brandy related events from her perspective.
‘He's punching Taliyah?’
‘No! He's tickling her. She's punching him.’
‘Is he being; inappropriate?’
‘With Taliyah?’
‘Yes; With Taliyah! Wait, is he being inappropriate with someone else?’
‘No,’ Brandy answered a bit too fast for Dom's taste.
‘Brandy,’ she invoked her 'Mommy Powers'.
‘He's not cheating on Taliyah, Mrs. Malik. I swear,’ Brandy pledged.
‘Who else is there?’
The pause was deafening for a parent who wanted to 'know'.
‘Umm; most of the Cheer Squad, Vlad and Mikhail; ‘ Brandy answered.
‘What have you been doing?’
‘Hold on, Ms. Malik. I need to go save Mikhail. He's fallen on the ground and Taliyah is kicking him; hard.’ Roughly ten seconds passed.
‘Mom, I; am; not; dating; Mikhail. He's an asshole. A real asshole,’ Taliyah said. ‘He's; {stop laughing at me}; {oh, Now you can dodge}; {get back here so I can kick you}; fucking annoying!’
‘Okay,’ Mrs. Malik wasn't truly satisfied. ‘Don't start. Don't hang out with him at school if you can avoid it, for that matter; or after school.’
‘It isn't going to be a problem; {because I'm going to kill you}; Mom. See you after Dance Class. Bye.’
‘Bye Honey,’ Dom signed off.
‘Satisfied?’ she looked across the table. She fully expected all of this to be some sick ruse on the part of Gayle.
‘Give me 90 more seconds,’ Gayle held up one finger. ‘In the meantime, why don't you call,’ and she recited three numbers. ‘Those are three of the Political Action Committees I mentioned. Tell them it is you calling.’
With some reluctance, Dominique did so. The responder announced herself as one of the largest wildlife/wildland Charities in the State.
‘I'm Mayor Dominique Fox Malik of Kingston; ‘ she began.
‘Oh yes!’ the person on the other end perked up. ‘We've been expecting your call. When can our Political Chairperson come down Kingston for a chat? They were planning to be in the Davis County area on Thursday anyway; ‘
‘Thursday; afternoon; works for me,’ Dominique hedged.
‘Very well. Ms. Libellee could meet you; say; 2 pm?’
‘2 pm works for me,’ Dominique found herself nodding.
‘We look forward to working with you, Madam Mayor,’ then the connection ended.
Not satisfied with just a number, Dominique did a reverse phone number search and; sure enough, Gayle had provided the correct number according to both the charity's web site and the Arkansas White Pages. She was somewhat stunned.
‘I don't like you, Dominique, but I don't hate you either,’ Gayle explained. ‘You are also an enemy I don't need. We both know that is true.’
True, or not, those were words Dominique wanted to hear. She was calling the second number when Gayle took to her own mobile phone.
‘Brandy, this is Gayle Samsonov,’ she began then put her phone on 'speaker'.
‘Hey, Mrs. Samsonov.’
‘How was the Music Room?’
‘Great; though Taliyah got to go first,’ Brandy moped.
‘I'm sure Vladimir had a good reason for doing so and will make it up to you. Is the party still on for Saturday?’
‘Yes Ma'am,’ Brandy was more upbeat this time. ‘Taliyah even invited Kaelyne and Vicky to show up as well.’
‘That's nice, Brandy. You did a good thing today and I won't forget it.’
‘Thanks; it was kind of nice for me too.’
‘Oh, how are Taliyah and Mikhail getting along?’ Gayle inquired.
‘Ugh,’ Brandy snickered. ‘They are in love. He always pisses her off, she beats him up, knocks him down, then they kiss passionately until we have to tear them apart to go to class. It is kind of neat, actually.’
‘Vlad isn't neglecting you, is he?’
‘No Ma'am,’ Brandy sighed happily. ‘When I feel left out, I pout and he comes right on over; just like you said.’
‘Good for you. Take care, Brandy. I'll see you tomorrow?’
‘Sure thing. Later.’
Dominique was left staring at Gayle and even more uncertain than ever since it was clear she didn't know what was going on. She was definitely getting one version of events while Gayle Samsonov was getting another, but who was getting closer to the unvarnished truth?
Worse, Dom had agreed to leave their kids be; for the time being. Also, as bizarre as it sounded, if Taliyah did 'love' that young boy; that could be serious trouble and yet useful to her at the same time. All Dominque Fox Malik knew for certain when Gayle Fonteneau left her office was she had to be more alert than ever.
The End of the Day.
Alondra joined Brandy and Taliyah, plus Noémie, Amber Lee and Misty Dawn in the group of cheerleaders who congregated in the basketball bleachers toward the end of practice that Tuesday afternoon, signaling her move from Randi Leigh's faction over to theirs.
Now they had enough votes to stop any legitimate takeover by either Randi Leigh, or Sultana. Technically, Mrs. Hagman, the Cheer Coach, could do so, but she was unlikely to do so right now with the school's hierarchy in turmoil; or so Mom predicted.
Somewhat amazingly, Kaja did Not like this; especially the attention being directed Mikhail's way. The rest of the team basked in what they thought was the rising prominence of the Basketball Squad over that of the now somewhat rudderless Football Team. I didn't see a need to bust their bubble. A few tried to 'play' with the cheerleaders. Brandy and Taliyah 'played' right back.
We were in good spirits as we were dismissed. Our weasel of a coach had decided Alexander had four weeks to be able to 'suit up' before he would be replaced, thus effectively keeping him on the team. We considered that another victory for the Samsonovs and fair play. After all, it wasn't Alexander's fault he'd had the crap beaten out of him.
On Monday's, Wednesdays and Fridays, Alexander would peel off independently to make his way to Ms. Blanchard's Augmented Benchmark Examinations (ABE) Retest Group. Since Mikhail and I had trounced all her rowdy students' asses, we felt a wounded Alex, armed with crutches he knew how to wield, was safe enough.
Otherwise, per the new norm, we three had Shaquille McGregor, his lady, Monique Williams, the other White teammate, Steven Astor (with his rich mother), plus Vicky Orem and Kaelyne Harlow as an integral part of our posse. Vicky and Kaelyne's buddy, Leone, had a Goth boyfriend and had retreated to safer pastures. Steven was a rather decent sort, if a bit dull, and definitely dense about deadly undercurrents whirling around the school.
As we transitioned from the locker room via the short bit of hallway to the Parking Lot, a problem developed. Three ladies 'collided' on Mikhail:; Taliyah, Alondra and Kaja. Kaja had suddenly decided she did mind him being around other women and she had the physical confidence to make an issue of it.
Alondra, being clueless to the shit-storm she was in the midst of, actually did help a tiny bit. I was able to 'rescue' her by pulling her close before Kaja put her into a wall. Taliyah, on the other hand, neither wanted nor would have accepted my aid, so I didn't bother.
‘You got a problem?’ Taliyah postured.
‘Ya. You're a coyote; latching on to a better prospect now that you've finally realized what a fraud your previous boyfriend was,’ Kaja spat.
‘I'm standing on my own two feet, Kaja,’ Taliyah snapped back. ‘I don't need any man; certainly not this; ‘
‘Cretin?’ Mikhail offered.
‘Yeah; cretin,’ Taliyah grumbled, then snuck a nasty Charlie Horse on him.
‘Ow! Shit,’ Mikhail squalled. ‘What the; ‘
‘Don't interrupt me,’ Taliyah stated; then Kaja shoved her halfway across the hall. She almost went tumbling down.
Shaquille wrapped up Kaja from behind while I raced to put my body between the two, facing Taliyah.
‘This is not happening,’ I commanded.
‘Get out of my way,’ Taliyah snarled.
‘Let go, damn it!’ Kaja hollered. From the sounds of thrashing, Shaquille wasn't listening to his enraged cousin.
‘Ow, ow, ow; shit, that hurts,’ Mikhail complained. ‘Really; fucking; hurts.’
Noémie, with her long, deep brown, wavy locks, golden-brown skin and sporty build, joined me in keeping Taliyah at bay. Brandy and Amber Lee moved to confront Kaja. Misty Dawn went to Alexander for no better reason than to snuggle into his warmth as far as I could tell. Monique rallied to Kaja's side of things.
‘Kaja, what the heck do you mean attacking Taliyah like that?’ Brandy got all feisty.
‘What are you and your cum dumpsters doing showing up around the basketball team?’ Monique countered.
Suddenly it made sense; I considered Monique and Kaja both attractive in their own way, but each of the cheerleaders was much hotter. Kaja hadn't needed to worry about Mikhail and Taliyah because the cheer Co-Captain was unobtainable to him, or so she thought. In the same way, Monique hadn't worried about Shaquille's eyes wandering for basically the same reason. Now;
I needed to be too in many places at once. Alexander was still too infirm, so I grabbed Steven by his forearm and propelled him toward Taliyah and Noémie. That traffic jam would hopefully buy me enough time to;
‘Brandy; Amber Lee,’ I hefted them both up by reaching around from behind and lifting them up, forearm under their bust lines, ‘she didn't mean it like that.’
Which was total shit. Monique did mean it 'like that'. Thankfully, Alexander was able to lurch forward between my two thrashing bundles and Monique.
‘Mikhail, why don't you take Kaja home now,’ Alexander directed. Mikhail shot him a dirty look, yet realized this was the only alternative which wouldn't result in violence and ill will.
Alexander had to give the order because if I gave it, Taliyah would hold it against me and that would bode poorly for me and Brandy.
‘Yeah; come on, Kaja,’ he murmured, still rubbing his sore upper arm.
‘I'd rather walk,’ she defied all reason.
‘Shit, Kaja. It is going to suck me pushing my bike the four miles to your place then,’ Mikhail shot her an impish look, ‘but so be it.’
‘I don't want to be around you,’ Kaja yelled at him.
‘Cool. I haven't a fucking clue why you are so angry, anyway.’
‘You're .; Gurr; Impossible!’ Kaja screamed at Mikhail. Shaquille released her and out she stormed.
‘Later, gang,’ Mikhail waved good-bye.
‘Mikhail, let her go,’ Taliyah simmered.
‘There ain't a ring on these fingers, or in this nose,’ he tapped his proboscis then gave the rest of us a jaunty salute.
‘Bastard,’ Taliyah hissed.
I took the interlude to spin around and deposit Brandy and Amber Lee facing Taliyah. I kept a gentle hold on Brandy who twisted in my grip.
‘She called us cum dumpsters,’ Brandy frowned. Yeah; the truth hurts. The problem was in the old school dynamic, Darius would have humiliated Shaquille and 'slutted-out' Monique for Monique's defiance; truth be damned.
‘Monique,’ I looked over my shoulder, ‘we are all working on a fresh start. Darius is gone. Let's leave him and all that sickness in the past. Please.’
‘Monique; Sugar, you are still the only one I see,’ Shaquille moved up and put both arms around her waist from the side.
‘You say that now,’ she turned on him, still within his encircling embrace.
‘And tomorrow and next week and next month and next year too, Sugar,’ Shaquille promised.
‘You'd better keep saying that,’ Monique threatened, but with less heat.
‘Brandy; let's go,’ Taliyah abruptly stomped out as well.
‘Prince?’ Brandy sent a worried expression my way.
‘Call me tonight and we'll make plans,’ I gave her hand a quick squeeze. The other cheerleaders joined Brandy and Taliyah in their exodus.
‘What was that all about?’ Steven finally got around to asking.
‘Steven; we'll talk about it tomorrow when cooler heads prevail,’ I said. ‘Why don't you give Shaquille and Monique a ride home?’
‘Huh?’
‘Vicky and Kaelyne need me to give them rides home and with Alexander laid up, more than four is going to be a bit uncomfortable,’ I lied.
‘Okay,’ he nodded.
Once he had Monique steering toward the exit, Shaquille sent a 'thumbs up' my way; one crisis averted. We were able to get ourselves outside, loaded up and on the road before Vicky broke the silence.
‘So Vlad, what's really going on?’
‘Please be more specific,’ I glanced into the rearview mirror. She was in the back with Kaelyne and Alexander was up front with me.
‘Taliyah being nice to Kaelyne today after being a homophobic bitch yesterday, us being invited to the Cheerleaders Soiree at Miss Brandy's this Saturday, or the whole bitchfest between Kaja and Taliyah over Mikhail; take your pick wherever you want to start,’ she proposed.
‘Okay. I'll do my best. First off, don't call her Miss Brandy. Her name is Brandy and I'm trying to help with her congeniality. I'm not sure what is going on inside Taliyah's head. I do know Mom had a chat with her about what happened yesterday, but we boys weren't privy to it; so, if you're feeling particularly bold, you can ask Mom.’
‘The bitchfest; I've had precisely one girlfriend my entire life. I suspect that given prior bad behavior, Monique and Kaja expect me and my brothers to behave like dogs and the Cheer Squad to behave like 'bitches in heat' at the drop of a hat without consideration for the feelings of those being trampled by the lusts of others. We should all be working overtime to make sure that doesn't happen anymore.’
‘We are in High School,’ Vicky chortled. ‘Good luck with that.’
‘So, Vicky,’ Alexander turned in his seat despite the pain. ‘Are there any guys you are interested in?’
‘You mean besides you?’ she smiled at him.
‘Huh? Really?’ he grunted.
‘Well; yeah. You're hot, intelligent, not a douche and, as far as I can tell, not currently taken,’ Vicky outlined her boyfriend priorities. ‘Unlike Kaelyne, I'm not a lesbian, or even bi-sexual. Because none of you three have had much girl experience and because of your recent full-body bruising, I'm not going to hold you missing me eye-balling you like a choice slab of meat against you.’
‘Wow,’ I chuckled.
‘Gee; thanks,’ Alexander murmured. ‘Vicky, I am sort of interested in somebody else.’
‘Which cheerleader is it?’
‘None of them,’ he shook his head. ‘It's; ah; complicated.’
‘It's a teacher,’ I put out there.
‘Oh,’ from Vicky.
‘That makes sense,’ Kaelyne nodded.
‘Can we just have sex then?’ Vicky asked Alexander.
‘I; ah; ‘ he stammered.
‘It's okay,’ Vicky sulked.
‘No,’ Alexander protested. ‘I'd like to. It is just so sudden. I like you, Vicky. I've simply had so many other things on my plate I'd never really thought about an 'us'.’
Vicky studied him intently for half a minute.
‘Fine, but don't go bragging around school about it,’ she demanded.
‘I'm not that kind of guy,’ Alexander assured her.
‘No; she's a 'put her name and number on a bathroom stall' kind of girl,’ Kaelyne broke the uneasy mood with her joke. Vicky gave her a finger-flick to the head. I caught Alexander giving me a sideways glance. I had the feeling he hadn't considered Vicky at all; oh boy.
To be continued in part 10, based on the work by FinalStand for Literotica.