Three Boys One Crush Pt 02

So here we are, readers! The long awaited second part of this lighthearted tale of love and lust. There will be one final part, featuring a smorgasbord of scenes to wrap up the exciting big moments and important events in these lovers' lives. Join them for fun, passion, exploration, and a bright if unknown future. Further adventures may come in this timeline, but this story will conclude with the next installment. Thanks always for reading! More to come, with surprises. <3

Jane

I almost dreaded going to school the next day, but I still dressed exactly how I'd planned to, and gathered my things to throw my cloak over my shoulders before stepping into the morning.

Long velvet skirt in black, with a rose spray pattern lightly dispersed along the cut. A slight slit up my right side, and it clung to my curves. Over that, a black 3/4 sleeve top with a scooped neckline that hugged the swell of my breasts. I put on my "chandelier" chainmail necklace with red crystal drops, and put the last piece- my eucalyptus and floral hair wreath- carefully into my backpack, wrapped in layers of plastic bags for protection.

I was not quite certain what I'd be walking into first period, but I'd know my sign when I saw it. If these boys were supposed to be mine, I would feel it. My inkling was leaning that way... but I needed one final push.

After they dropped me off, I genuinely didn't know if that had proven to be too much for them; I could be walking into a school that would snicker and whisper all day that the class reject has gotten her pussy plundered by three guys and dropped like a rock afterward. A slut

and

a freak. Or, I could still have a trio of suitors breathing down my neck, casting too much light on me.

Each outcome with its own humiliations. Possibly one with decidedly more benefits, at this point.

Maybe Randy was right. Maybe if I just held myself like I belonged amongst the elite of the senior class (without their petty bullshit), I'd trick them into accepting me until the end of year, after which I'd never see any of them again.

A girl could dream.

I didn't wait long, cloak huddled around me, until my bestie's car pulled into my driveway. Darting forward, I reached the car as quickly as possible and threw myself into the passenger side, clutching my bookbag.

"Morning Jane," Nadine drawled. Robotically I buckled my seatbelt and leaned back against the headrest. I opened my mouth, rolling my head to look at the driver's side of the car, and yet nothing came out. After a few seconds, I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Uhhh... you okay?" My friend tilted her head, peering over.

"Bodily? Yes," I finally managed to croak. "Not so sure about the rest of me."

"Why? Are you okay? What happened?" Nadine immediately softened, knowing the story of my life after all. I huffed a breath.

"It's crazy," I began, putting my face in my hands. "Nothing 'bad', per se-" hastily shoved that in there- "but everything's changed in a goddamn day, and you're gonna hear some... stuff the second you walk in the doors at school."

"What the hell

happened

?" My best friend asked, confused and a little concerned.

I just know I blushed furiously.

"Three guys... asked me out." I watched her jaw drop open in shock. She was about to say something, but I was obliged to cut her off. "Oh, and I don't mean three guys separately asked me out, either- a

trio

of guys who are best friends did. They told the entire school they're after me." I let in a two-second pause. "

Now

you can freak out."

"Are you kidding?" The look on her face... "I'm gone for a

day

and something so

huge

happens?!" Flatly stunned, my friend brushed the wavy bangs from her face and gave me the big eyes. There were several emotions running through her expression, and I couldn't chase all of them at once. Absolute excitement, shock, eager curiosity, and just the right touch of jealousy. "What did you

say

?"

"I told them I needed to think about it after all the stress," I answered truthfully. I then proceeded to give her a rundown of the events: them chasing me, each conversation throughout the day, staying after school... and as I got to the part where they kissed me senseless and fingerfucked me, licking my pussy and sucking my tits, I trailed off

"...Then the really big guy kinda pushed me to the edge until I broke down, by-" The memories flashed across my mind.

The way he shoved me against the wall and just

took control

. Touching and possessing me. His mouth and his hands were so incredible but he hadn't pulled the trigger, and I'd been on the precipice ever since.

"Jane? Jane??" Nadine waved a hand in front of my face, breaking the spell. "Holy shit,

what happened yesterday

?" I could tell she was dying with suspense.

"He

kissed

me," I blurted, "first- took me right onto the floor tonguing me until I broke down crying and told them what I didn't want to tell them. How fucking

horny

I am." I gritted my teeth, burying my face in my hands again out of sheer humiliation. Of everyone I knew, Nadine probably had a better idea than anyone else what kind of state I was in perpetually, and I hadn't gone into extreme detail. I was so afraid to tell

anyone

how sick I really was.

"They... they..." My hands waved and grabbed at nothing in the air as I struggled to find the words. I wound up groaning heavily and slumping back, arms falling to my sides. "All of them, they took turns... kissing, touching me, and

way

more." Didn't want to go too graphic. Now how to say it...? "They were

extremely

convincing in their arguments...

three

times before getting me home yesterday." I swallowed, burning up completely. "But they didn't do anything else. Like, I didn't t-touch them, and they didn't..." I waved over my crotch. "No um,

sex

. Just gave me three fucking amazing orgasms and told me all this stuff about how I'm the only one who can complete the three of them."

"Oh my

God

," bestie uttered, just totally gobsmacked. "Oh my God oh my God, you... they..." she jolted in the driver's seat, jerking in movements that expressed a serious of unspoken questions with arms and hands. "They like, did stuff to you." I nodded. She then filled in the blanks a bit. "With their... hands and mouths? At school."

"Yeah," I admitted gingerly. "It was heavenly..." my wistful sigh made Nadine's face turn red and she finally took a deep breath and held it for a moment before raggedly letting go.

"Okay. Okay, I'm happy you're fine, but, wow. You took a hell of a risk."

"I know, I know," I responded, holding my hands up and kind of pushing against the air twice. "My brain just kind of... shut down."

"I've seen M Smith, he shuts every girl's brain down," she responded dryly, causing us both to chuckled a little bit. "They didn't pressure you or anything though, right? I mean it sounds a little..." she kind of jerked her shoulders forward. "Pushy, you know?"

I felt my color deepen. "That's kind of the thing," I shrugged. "It

was

a little pushy, but... I liked it. A fucking

ton

. Apparently to get my attention a guy has to fall on me like a caveman."

"Actually this isn't much of a surprise," Nadine suddenly came out with. "You're pretty damn reserved and more than a bit shy. Of

course

they'd have to bludgeon you with a club and drag you off by the hair."

"Is that a

thing

, though? Wanting to be...

manhandled

and kind of 'taken over' like this? The big guy especially seems to 'get it' in the same way I do. He

responds

."

"Well I don't know exactly what to call it, but it sounds like something if you both seem to feel it," Nadine said, chewing on the thought. "How far does this go? How 'pushy' do you want?"

I paused. "Pushy" didn't even begin to cover it. I wanted all the way up to "forceful".

"It goes pretty far," I hit back in a kind of traumatized fugue. Dare I even scratch the surface of wanting to be, say, abducted by a vampire and having it feel so good to be violated by him...? God knew what Cal would do with that.

"Okay, well, if it goes

too

far, you'll pull it back. Like you did with that bum last year." Well, she had me there.

"Am I crazy for considering it, or

more

crazy for trying to shoo them away?" I laughed, feeling my tension break.

"I couldn't honestly tell you, Jane, but I do know one thing. You're an incredibly passionate person and you just need to follow your heart. And in this case, I guess something else a little south of your heart."

We both giggled madly until I had to sit back, wiping my eyes. Nadine started the car.

Shortly, we pulled out of the driveway and began the trip to school. I sat leaning toward the window of the passenger's side, my forehead almost touching the glass, staring out onto the tree-lined streets. The area I lived in was far more rural than the town I went to school in, as my house was close to a small beach. There was almost no break in tree cover until we turned up toward the business and municipal areas.

"I've always been like this, for as long as I can remember," I uttered, breaking a few minutes' silence. "The boys kept calling me 'goth'. Is that all it is? Am I just normal for a goth girl?" Waving at myself, I did note the colors and styles of this outfit were far more 'goth' (or what I thought it was) than yesterday's.

Nadine hummed, drumming the wheel as she thought about it.

"I don't really know for sure, about the goth part. I guess you might be the 'goth friend' in our group." That was true, we didn't have any friends in that archetype. I hadn't thought about it being missing, either... almost as if it

hadn't

been. "But that's really kind of beside the point, I think. It doesn't matter if you are 'goth' or not. What you're really speculating is whether or not something is

wrong

with you, and no." Her voice dropped lower. "I don't think there's anything wrong with you. You're just... who you are. And you are pretty loving, you know. Maybe these guys came on to you just because they liked what they saw. What if they want to show you how good it could be to let them love you? Looks like there's literally no other way to get through to you."

My head snapped her direction so fast, eyes wide.

"The big one, Cal- what you are, if it's goth or whatever- he matches," she then capped off, while I was too stunned to reply. "You know it, don't you?"

"Yeah," I croaked. "Knew it from gym class. He hunted me down like a wolf."

"Then to me the answer is pretty clear." She dropped the bomb I had been hesitating on dropping myself. "You need to try it."

"If only for my own sanity," I finished. "I will decide today." I held my backpack lightly to my chest. "I just need some kind of sign before I take the leap. I'm still convinced I'll wind up on my ass, but there's a pretty loud part of me that wants to try." Nadine snorted a laugh.

"Well I can't wait to give you my opinion. Might even ask if they have any friends for me." Of course I figured she'd at least want to size the guys up. And hell, maybe they could set her up. I grinned.

"Think you could take on three?" There, she gave me a dramatic

are you kidding me

look.

"One is plenty," she quipped.

By the time we got to school we didn't have too long before first period, and she decided to walk me to class to get a peek at the trio. Yet, when we reached the classroom I didn't see them. I looked around in the halls- there didn't appear to be even a sign. My stomach dropped a little, but I tried to keep it cool.

"Guess they haven't gotten here yet. I'll tell you whatever happens later." I hoped I didn't look as awkward as I felt.

"Damn. Yeah, tell me later, and I have no doubt I'll see them by the end of the day." Neither one of us added the

if they show up

. We said goodbye, and she peeled off to head further down the hall. I entered the classroom, eyeing the empty desks where they sat yesterday with crushing disappointment. Still, something distracted me from that when I finally looked at my desk.

I stopped dead.

There on the flat tabletop, a little tower of gift-wrapped parcels waited for me. Beautiful heavy-quality foiled paper in thin, shining rainbow stripes with a big artful bow in blue ribbon binding them together. The whole thing was very neatly done, and there were three similarly-sized boxy gifts stacked on top of each other, from biggest to smallest on top. Side by side with the gorgeous packages was a big golden box- and that's what broke me. I rushed forward, barely keeping in a squeal.

A large assortment of classic

So Diva chocolates and truffles

. 36 pieces! I could make those last for maybe a couple of weeks eating just two a day! I couldn't resist picking up that box and just listening to it rattle with each one of my little chocolate beauties. Still holding it, I bounced between elation and humiliation that I was wigging out over candy so publicly. Furtively, I glanced around. I still didn't catch a hair of any of the three, but they clearly had been there, and it became more and more obvious the class was watching, in stolen glances. I huffed.

Fuck it.

My stuff met the chair after I placed down the gold box, and then I turned my attention to the gifts. Peeling the ribbon away carefully, I laid it aside to keep it. Would like to see if I could keep some of the paper, too. Don't know if it was just my magpie tendencies, but I loved wrapping paper, and they couldn't have picked out a better pattern for me. How did they even know? Lucky guess?

Once the ribbon was gone, the individual 'layers' of the stack weren't even stuck together, and I opted to start with the base. The bottom two packages were almost exactly the same size and shape, heavier and firm. I could tell by the hollow feeling on the side of each one what these were.

"What?" I uttered, shattering the silence. My fingers slitted into the taped-up end of the wrap. I popped the end and then the side. The first book fell into my hands in moments as I shucked the paper. "

What

?" A beautiful leatherbound classic edition- Borders' version- all-black hardback with red script gilded into the cover-

Dracula

. "Oh!" The unabashed pleasure at seeing it swept me head to toe. I hugged the book to my chest and petted it, cooing in delight. When I let that book meet the desk, I slitted the paper on the next one even faster.

Complete Tales and Poems of Poe

! With gold filigree and writing. My ecstatic noises were getting louder.

The last one was clearly a paperback, larger size. When I tore it open, I gasped hard.

The Complete Jack the Ripper

, the very book I had borrowed from the library in ninth grade that launched my fascination for serial killers. I had a signed copy exactly like this one (with the black-and-red picture cover) at home, but it was already worn from reading and I definitely appreciated having a second copy so as not to destroy the signed one. By then I was breathless, stroking my new books with wild pleasure.

Sweetness and desire filled my body, and I was so fucking tired of fighting it back. I placed the books in a perfect stack on the upper-left corner of my desk, and tidied the paper. Then I stood, cocked my hip to the class at large at let them see the dynamic curves of my silhouette.

"So what did they do, come in snickering to themselves, drop the gifts, and rush out to watch from somewhere?" I let my volume fill the room and everyone jumped to alert.

The boy they'd been talking to yesterday to get my name (and apparently some details) was the one who finally met my eyes and answered me while everyone else just whispered or shrunk in their seats.

"Nailed it," he said, stretching out at his desk. "Whatever happened with them yesterday, Jane, they've got it bad. No matter how you may feel about the rest of us, or how much you may doubt their sincerity, it's the real thing."

"Much to my chagrin I think you're right," I said dryly, crossing my arms under my chest. There I decided to lean in, as always. "They've decided to try and raze the thicket of briars that has grown around my tower. Even came at the job with a flamethrower, and got themselves an 'in'. Let's see if it all burns down around them before they find the blooms at the center." I tossed my ass-length hair over my shoulder and cleared the space for myself to sit and wait. The class didn't answer me directly, and I don't know if I would've heard it if they did. When I was comfortable I leaned down to take the wreath out of my bag.

After carefully unwrapping it, I put it on by pushing it gently over my head and down, around my neck, then sweeping my hair through it. I pulled some tendrils back out at the front to frame my face and positioned it.

My crown was in place. If they truly wanted this haunted princess, when they saw it, they'd know I was willing to let them in.

***

Randy

When we got to school the morning after, we made a beeline to the classroom early and were some of the first ones there. M placed our perfectly-wrapped gifts on her desk and we scouted the halls around the classroom door for the best vantage point. The main hall on either side was the likeliest path she'd blow in on, so we tucked ourselves close to a row of lockers down a branch hall and figured on using the crowd for additional cover.

Then we waited for our little mermaid to find the bait.

Five minutes passed. We were getting bored. Shifting spots as students came and went, until we finally spotted her. She appeared from the right, just as we had from the bus area/parking lot, and walked up to peer into the classroom. Our girl looked around, but didn't investigate further down. She wasn't alone.

"Is that the friend she mentioned?" Cal asked quietly. We were only about ten to fifteen feet away. Jane's compatriot wore jeans and a mint-green sweater, and had shoulder-length dark hair with waves in it. She had a backpack and a heavier coat too.

We watched them talk and shrug- unable to hear due to the babble and shuffle around us- and they parted. Jane went into the classroom. The friend walked off to our left, and we moved the second Janey couldn't see us. M went to stealth peek through the door, keeping watch, and my big bro and me went to head bestie off at the pass.

"Yo, wait up," I said, scampering in front. The young lady stopped in surprise, and eyed me suspiciously.

"Who...? Wait, you're one of them, aren't you?" Then glancing to my friend- "Two of them, I should say."

"So Jane told you?" My jock said. "Are you her best friend?"

"I'm Nadine, yeah," she confirmed. The girl turned to glance back at the door where M stood, and the pretty boy waved.

"She's opening them!" He hiss-whispered. "Princess looks so happy!" And he was squirming in place, hands closed up under his chin with a goofy grin.

"Sooooo what's up?" Nadine asked us, lifting an eyebrow, wearing a slight smile.

"Well introductions, info, blessings, all that. I'm Randy. Big guy's Cal-"

"And M Smith, I know," she retorted. "Jane told me pretty much everything." I lifted a hand with one finger up, about to ask. "

Everything

." The emphasis registered.

"Ah," I let out. "Well then. Guess we can skip right to the point."

"We dropped a stack of books and chocolate on Jane's desk," big bro explained, thumbing over at the prince. M kept an eye on us and the girl. He'd probably start waving soon. "We know she's a flight risk and thinks we're going to abandon her at the slightest sign of a flaw, so we want to show her exactly how serious we are. That includes getting to know her closest friends. Would you mind hanging out for a chat sometime?"

"Wow," she answered, impressed, putting a hand on her hip. "I mean, I was hoping to see your squad and size you up this morning after everything she told me in the car today, but you really blew my expectations out of the water. You've known her for a

day

but you act like it's been years." There was actually some awe there.