New intro.
Riley is just starting out in life, he's still in high school and starting to find himself. He's prospecting for a motorcycle club, wearing his grandfather's legacy cut, has a dragon tattoo, started building relationships with the women around him, and gotten into a few fights. Things will continue heat up bit by bit and as always, all characters mentioned are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of fiction.
You never know whose path you'll cross in life, and seeing as how tangled up my life has become, I was starting to wonder what the point of it all was. Why are we here? Where are we going? That sort of thing. I had started taking my life into my own hands, but where would that lead? I had no idea. Lucky for me, I didn't have to ruminate on it long.
Hearing the doorbell, I made my way downstairs and opened it up. My neighbor from across the street beamed a heavenly smile at me. "Young man." She greeted, stepping inside without an invitation. She wore a navy blue sundress, and I couldn't see a bra underneath.
"Ms. Duchette." I replied, watching in amusement as she turned around flustered.
"How do you know my name?" She asked warily.
I chuckled, walking passed her and retrieving an envelope before handing it to her in my kitchen. "This was delivered to us yesterday by mistake. I was going to bring it over today, but here you are."
She rolled her eyes. "Ugh. There goes the mystery. What's your name?"
I took her in my arms without warning, kissing her passionately, "wouldn't you like to know?" I asked, thoroughly enjoying flipping the script on her.
She melted into me briefly before shoving me backwards into the counter, clearly trying to reinstate herself as the aggressor. She dropped to her knees, cackling. "No. I. Would. Not."
I was rock hard from then on, as she slammed her mouth onto my shaft repeatedly. She purred, and I gripped her hair roughly before taking over her face fucking. I wasn't going to let her lead this time. Her throat was bottomless, and caressed my cock with saliva and flesh warmly. I pulled her up sharply, without warning, and turned her to face the counter. Lifting her dress, I found that she had forgone panties as well, and she was dripping with excitement.
I wasted no time, forcing myself into her, slamming my hips against her delectable rear end. She coo'd at my brazenness, as I pounded away at her sloppy pussy. "Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck! Yes!"
I gripped her hair for leverage as I beat her snatch like a madman. She came. Then she came again.
My dick was throbbing as I used my other hand to squeeze her massive tit from behind. I willed myself to hold on just a bit longer as my neighbor's legs shook violently in another orgasm. Former will be damned, I erupted into her unashamedly as I pulled her by the hair and kissed her.
Her back arched as she moaned against my lips. My strength failed me, causing her to plant herself face first on my counter as I drew back.
She stayed in that position as I pulled up my jeans and fastened them. "See you soon Ms Duchette." I told her, walking away from her for once, instead of the other way around. I had no idea how long she took to gather herself.
The following Wednesday, things with Brett and I heated up considerably. I was just coming back from lunch after eating with Darcy, and found him snarling at Matt and leaning over him as Matt was getting something from his locker. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but by Matt's defeated posture and the fact that he wasn't looking at Brett, just staring into his locker, I'd had enough.
I yanked Brett back by the shoulder, garnering the attention of the passerby's. "Leave him alone Brett!" I growled at him.
Brett looked ready to fight, but then switched to his smug smile. "Sure thing Riley. Whatever you say."
Not the response I was expecting, but as I watched him walk off I saw our new principle tapping her expensive high heel with her arms crossed. I shrugged at her and turned to Matt. "You okay buddy?"
He nodded, trying to hide the tears on his face. "You shouldn't provoke him. It'll only make things worse."
I was confused by his response as he shuffled off defeatedly to his next class. I was headed the other way thinking about it when Darcy sent me a video from the rumor mill that had already been taken down. Her recording efforts with the rumor mill was spot on as always.
The video showed Michelle laying on her back naked, with a dick pushing in and out of her pussy. She was clearly loving it.
I thought Brett had been holding a homemade porn over their heads, and maybe that's why Matt was so subdued. That thought went away as I saw another dick slipping into her mouth, and heard Brett's voice laughing about what a slut she was. Brett was clearly holding the camera, and it tilted up to show Martin as the other guy. The camera angle panned over what must've been the inside of a hotel room, to show Matt sitting on a nearby chair in tears. His hands were duct taped to it, and that's all I could make out before the video cut off.
Darcy texted one word to punctuate exactly how I was feeling. 'DUDE!'
After that, the cat was out of the bag. Michelle openly flirted with guys on all sides, while Matt retreated into hisself. I followed him home, but he refused to talk to me. His sister Kelsey met me in the driveway to get up to speed. She cried in my arms afterwards while I held her.
The worst part for me was Bianca. She looked like nothing had happened. She ignored Michelle and Brett's open flirtations, and kept up her own with me. I cringed every time I looked at her. I know she liked drama, but this was all a bit too much.
School was like a war zone, I couldn't walk the halls without getting shoulder checked by Brett or one of his posse. I grit my teeth and tried to bear with it all. Rhett didn't want me going off in the hallways, and emphasized that he wanted me to finish school without any more incidents.
By Friday, I had had enough, and was ready to fight the next person who so much as looked at me the wrong way. My adrenaline was spiked, so I knew it was only a matter of time.
I knew going to the party everyone was talking about was simply out of the question, but Naomi quickly alleviated my doubts after inviting me out. "Ew! No. Not that party. My place. I'm not talking about Hank's thing."
I shrugged. "Alright I guess. Long as Brett won't be there."
She nodded, grinning brightly. "He won't. It's invite only." She gave me a parting kiss. "See you at nine!"
I watched her skirt swaying as she danced away to go cheer for tonight's game.
I got to the party later than I intended, as Trash had me washing Tess' mustang last minute. She and Brittany giggled together watching me, but otherwise didn't give me the time of day.
Naomi opened the door a crack before seeing me and ushering me inside. I checked her out as she walked off down the hall in high heels and a silk robe calling out, "ladies! Look who's here!" I followed her into her living room and gawked at the scene before me. "It's a lingerie party!" Naomi giggled.
My heart hammered in my chest as I counted five nearly nude cheerleaders all looking at me. I didn't know how to stop my eyes from swiveling from one girl to the next. They were all dolled up and sitting in a circle drinking out of red party cups. Tits! Ten Tits! Ten perfect, barely legal, cheerleader tits!
The girls had saved a seat for me in their circle on the living room floor. Naomi introduced me, though I already knew most of them. "You already know Irene," she giggled, "this is Becca, Savanna, and Ally. Guys this is Riley."
I waved dumbly, before grabbing a cup from Becca and letting the fruity beverage quench my thirst. I could taste the alcohol in the mix, but it was a sweet and downplayed concoction. "It's really good." I told them.
"It's strong too." Ally informed me.
"So what's the plan then?" I asked, trying to keep from seeming too eager.
"We're playing truth, dare, or drink!" Becca told me excitedly.
I smiled. This was going to be fun. "Ok. New round? Who's first?"
Savanna spoke up, "well, you! Truth or dare Riley?"
