I was in my bedroom with two male figures by my side. One I recognized to be my beloved male partner, the other is unrecognizable. I moaned in pleasure as they fondled my skin. There fingers have not missed a part of my body, massaging every depth of it, giving me nothing except satisfaction. I was flipped over on all fours and was given pure pleasure as they created some friction with me until we all reached our high. I panted as I process the highly sexual trio activity that I contributed in. Their touches are still fresh and vibrant on my skin, I felt alive. I closed my eyes and arched my back as I imagine their hands on me again.
"You're so sexy." Derek commented, resting a hand on my hips, pulling himself closer to me.
This is so unlike his character. Even when he is bed, he always remain innocent as I can feel he holds back in fear in hurting me. While that is nice and all, I find this version of my boyfriend much more intriguing, dangerous, yet adventurous. I'm addicted though I know well that it will not last forever. Soon he will morph back to the sweet and lovable boy that I always knew he was and I was fine with that.
"She sure is. Thanks for letting me participate, bro." I heard the other boy say.
I looked over to see the figure was no other than John. Before I could even fathom this situation, I was brought out of my slumber by a high pitched, shrilling alarm clock.
I opened and closed my eyes, not sure if I want to get up or not. I do not know when Derek and I got back from the beach, but whenever it was I regret it now as I am tired as hell. I looked at the offensive noise besides my side of the table to see that it reads 6:30AM. That was one wild dreams, the wildest out of all the pleasurable desires that I have dreamt as of late. I looked this up at the internet and I have read it is perfectly normal for expecting women to dream of such thing. Still, why did I dream that my third partner was no other than Derek's brother? I'm not even attracted to him. Yet, I cannot deny that they both felt good on my skin. I blinked mental image from my brain, but it was too late; I was already scarred.
My eyes dropped back to sleep when Derek tapped my shoulder so I could wake up.
"Time to wake up. We have our first day of school today." My inamorato whispered in my ears.
I groaned in annoyance as I pulled the blanket over my head. "I don't want to go to school.
"I know, I know. But guess what? We're seniors! That is totally something to celebrate about." He said, shaking my arm under the cover.
"Can't I take a raincheck and go tomorrow?" I groaned.
I know I sound bitchy, but I cannot help it.
"No can do. And I won't let you. So get up and get dressed." Derek determined.
"No." I muttered, rolling over so that my back faced him.
"We can do this the easy or the hard way." He said.
"So bite me!" I retorted.
"Is that an invitation or?" I heard the smirk in his voice, causing to me to groan in annoyance again.
It's too early for this, but because the dream is still in my mind, I can't help that I am turned on.
"You're such a pervert, Derek Parker." I said, in a low voice.
Though I knew I was too. And I knew that Derek would not let me forget that.
"Thank you. So are you!" The lover boy said, laughing. "Come on, babe."
I stayed still in hopes that we will leave me alone. But much to my luck, the teenager kept talking.
"Fine, I'm going to take a long hot shower. By the time I get out, there won't be any hot water left." He claimed.
Oh no.
The shot me up on the bed, throwing my blanket to the side. Hot water is so important, oh my gosh.
"You're not serious!" I said, hoping that this motherfucker is joking.
"You can join if you want though." The bitch stated, getting his towel from the hamper, heading to the door as if he were coolest kid alive.
Still I immediately got off the bed and followed him into the restroom. Derek immediately locked the door and closed the shower curtain from behind me.
"I hate you." I said, though I knew what I was doing contradicted my words.
"You were the one that agreed to this." Derek pointed out, leaning down to kiss me passionately.
{_}
I stayed in the bathroom for a little while to get ready for the day. I straightened my hair and put a little bit of makeup on. Mainly just blush and eyeliner. I would put lip gloss on, but I prefer to eat first, so that I can preserve the shiny lip product for the day. I adjusted my pink dress and put on the matching color sandals before I left restroom and headed to the kitchen. I smirked to myself as I heard my boyfriend whistle followed by the sound of pancakes sizzling on the pan. I stared at him in admiration from the door. I love him so much. I approached the boy and wrapped my arms around his waist with my hand purposely close to his crotch.
"Melina." Derek warned.
To be fair, we just got each other off. But I do love playing with him a little.
"What?" I said, innocently.
He sighed. "Eat your food, before I drag you to our room for punishment."
"Ohh, I'm scared." I mocked as I grabbed my plate of pancakes and bring it to the table.
I honestly do not know why men act like their punishments are scary, when they know that we will enjoy it.
"I mean it, Mel." Derek warned again.
"Sure you do." I said with a mouth full of pancakes.
Derek and I would tease each other like this all the time, even before I got pregnant. There were times in our past where we were close to doing it.
- Flashback-
It was the middle of freshman year, when I came over Derek's house to do homework together. I was wearing a black and white cardigan with a white, spaghetti strap, tank top with blue jeans and white flip flops while my paramour wore a Beatles shirt and jeans. We were in Derek's old room alone when we greeted by his late dog, Dexter. Being me, I bent down to pet the small animal.
"Hey Dexter! How are you doing, baby?" I said, smiling as the puppy that is licking hand.
I couldn't help it, he was so cute and fluffy.
"I love that dog." I said, getting up and putting my slim, caramel arms around his neck.
"I love you." Derek said, kissing me.
I kissed back before breaking out kiss.
"Lets hit the books." I said.
About an hour later, Derek and I were studying Biology about the reproductive system. Of course being how young we were, we couldn't help, but keep making jokes about it. Derek even almost pulled down his pants as a joke to 'try' to see if the subject could work with us.
I laughed as Derek pulled his pants up again. "Nice try."
I was so convinced at that we would keep our chastity until our wedding night since we were so into our religion. Derek said, if there were any commandment that we could keep it is do not commit adultery though somehow, deep down we knew that one was pure bullshit.
We breathed a laughter as we laid down next to each other. Derek wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my lips.
"I love you, baby girl." He said, moving my hair behind my ear.
"I love you too." I said, moving closer to his chest.
A bit a confidence sparked through when I looked at my boyfriend. He was so hot, he didn't even know. I often wonder how does a girl like me end with a guy as hot as Derek. I kissed him right then and there, with him immediately kissing back. His tongue brushed the bottom of my lips, begging for entrance that I granted him. Our fleshy, muscular organs molded together as we battled for dominance that Derek won. I allowed him to get ontop of me as tugged the hem of his shirt for him to take off. He broke the kiss to allow me to do so.
"Are you sure?" Derek asked.
I was surprised at my actions and how far we gotten. I knew that what we were doing was sinful and we might go to Hell later on, but I honestly did not care as I ran my hand down his chest. He was so scrawny, but I didn't care as it was seen as attractive to me. I nodded my head, pulling his head down to make out again. He eventually took my top and bra off. I was a bit uncomfortable since it was first time ever that he has seen me that exposed, but not enough to cover up or to stop what we were doing. I started this after all. squirmed a little, but my confidence grew when he stared at my chest with great admiration.
"You're so beautiful." Derek whispered.
A smile on my face grew as I can felt so seduced to continue this. I pushed my chest a little bit forward as Derek lowered his chest to them. Just when I thought he was about to do it, there was a knock at his door.
Crap, Mrs. Parker heard us and now we're in trouble.
But much to my relief, it wasn't his mother, it was his younger brother instead.
"Derek? Are you in there?" John's prepubescent voice muffled through the closed door.
I heard Derek sighed in annoyance and muttered, "Cockblocker."
It took both of us a minute to realize that John was at the door.
"John!" My boyfriend shouted.
Derek and I jumped in fear, as we quickly got off the bed, with my chest covered in his blanket. Derek got his shirt off the floor and put it back on.
"You get dressed, I'll try to get rid of him." He whispered.
I nodded my head and stayed hidden as Derek attended the intruder at the door. Of course, John is only the intruder in the moment since this is his room as well. I quickly got my bra and top on before I met my boyfriend by the bedroom door. I touched his upper arm to know that I'm here.
"Oh, hi Melly." John said, smiling. "I was just wondering if you guys wanted to go to the mall or something."
"Oh yeah! " "Sure we do." "We're fine with that." Derek and I said at the same time, trying our best to not bring up what happened a few minutes ago.
"Are you sure you guys are okay?" His younger brother asked, looking skeptical at us.
"Yeah, yeah." I said as Derek said, "We're fine, why would you ask that?"
John just widened his eyes and said, "Okay. I'll wait for you downstairs."
He didn't looked convinced as he turned around and went to the living room. I heard Derek released his breath before he turned to me.
"So...um, besides that, do you wanna, you know?" I tried to ask awkwardly, hoping she'd get my message.
"No. If what we were doing was interrupted, it was interrupted for a reason. And there may be many reasons for that. Either the universe wasn't ready or we weren't ready. Clearly, this was a mistake that was almost made. Sorry." I said.
Everything happens for a reason. If there were a reason why that Derek and I didn't have sex now, there's gotta be a good one for it. For example, we're both fourteen years old who has just arrived at high school and barely has settled on the whole puberty thing. We barely know who we are yet we were so set on having. Even more so, we're not even married. It's best if we wait.
Still even though I tried my best to be as nice possible with my comment, I couldn't miss Derek's wince as if they were fire. Despite looking at pain at my language, he nodded his head in understanding.
"It's okay. We'll do it when we're both ready. You know I wouldn't do anything you don't want to do nor would I make you do anything you don't want to do. I'm fine, Mel."
I knew that took a lot of courage to say, so I gave him a sympathetic smile. "How did I get so lucky to have a guy like you?"
"How did I get so lucky to have a girl like you?" Derek asked.
We kissed, before we headed downstairs to hang with John all day.
{_}
One would have thought that we both learned something, but truth is we're both idiots. No excuse, no reason. The choice was ours and now we're taking full responsibility for it. I still don't know to this day if John knows anything, but I rather not ask because it would require revealing our secret. It was a really personal and intimate moment between us that the only time we talk about it is when we're reminiscing our past with a 'remember that time when...'.
Derek sat down besides me with his plate of pancakes, moving my hair behind my ears. I looked at him through my dark bangs. "You look gorgeous today. Like the combination of a mother-to-be and an average kid."
"Hehe, and I think the syrup has gone into your head already." I said, before expressing my gratitude to him, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He said, kissing my nose. "Finish your breakfast so we can leave."
Mentally groaning in my head, I coped like a good girl by nodding my head and did as I was told.
{_}
I kept my head up by drumming my fingers to the beat of the drums of the radio song seeping from the car's speakers. That all diminished when Derek stopped the car and my leg started to shake. Well, I knew I couldn't get rid of that emotion forever. Of course the shaking stopped right as Derek put his hands on my knee.
"Hey, I know you're nervous and I don't blame you. However, I need you to try to relax and stay strong the whole day. Those kids will say some things to you, something mean, but remember, I will be by your side the whole day. We have the same schedule. They don't matter anyway. Okay?" He said, giving me one of his world famous, long, heartfelt speech.
Derek is often so sweet, he gives me diabetes. No, seriously. I feel like I am listening to Bob Saget's character in his American, family-friendly television series from the ninties. But I acknowledged a long time ago, that is just his nature and have long admired it. That's what matters, right?
For that very reason, I gave him a smile, "Thank you, Derek. That's all I needed to hear right now."
He smiled back as I gave him a hug though I can still feel the anxiety is in full function.
"Anything for you, babe. You know you're my doll forever." He said.
He kissed my forehead, before I pulled back a little to look at him.
My brain is racing like a car in a track field that I literally cannot focus on anything, but this shaking feeling that something is going to happen today. However, I don't want my boyfriend, who already has a lot on his plate, to worry about anything more.
So I said, "I know," I paused to give him a peck on his thin, pink lips, "Let's go. We're going to late. It's a half day, if we're lucky it'll be over before we know it."
His grin widened at my attitude before we climbed out of the car and held hands once met each other by his trunk. I took one last breath before we entered the hallways of the facility that is meant to educate adolescence as their mind continued to expand. There were colorful banners everywhere either welcoming freshman to the school or congratulating my class into making it so far. Everyone were already at their lockers greeting each other for what may be the first time in three months. Girls were hugging, whilst boys were chest bumping. It looks so surreal yet I know that it is far from a fantasy. Though I wished it was a fantasy the minute I saw Blake and Brittany walking towards us, standing by our shared lockers. Great, I love seeing my friends early in the morning. I quickly turned around and pretended to look like I was finding something in the small, blue, metal cabinet.
"Well, well. Looked what the cat dragged in." Brittany said as I continued to rummage through my locker.
"Oh, hi, Brittany." I said, not looking surprise to her. "How's your summer?"
I am making more of an effort to be nice.
"Probably better than yours. I went to the Bahamas the whole time." I said, acting a bit civil, until, "You look bigger than before. Slut."
Ow, that hurts.
"Thanks. You look skinnier." I said, not looking amused.
I want nothing more to get away from this bitch.
"Thanks. Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing you in my classes. Until then, ciao." She said, coolly, before walking away.
I did everything in my willpower to not roll my eyes at that.
Blake whispered something in my boyfriend's ear before following his little blonde counterpart.
I let out my true colors by groaning and slamming my locker shut.
"Let's see..October, November...Nine more months until we're out of this hellhole. Until then we have to put up with them."
"Nine months isn't so bad. We could pass by it. I mean look at us, we had to tolerate six months of pregnancy." Derek tried to ease my annoyance.
I sighed. Well, pregnancy is definitely not easy.
I looked to the side, "I supposed."
Derek held my hand as we made to English twelve to where he sighed in annoyance upon seeing our teacher, Mrs. Hayden at the door. She has been our professor for the past few years and for whatever reason, she likes everyone except the male individual that always happens to stand besides me. Much to my surprise, she was one of the few teachers who supported me when she was informed of my pregnancy whilst giving Derek hell for it, as if he were carrying the fetus. It was a big change, but still, knowing what it is like to be on the side of the conversation, I could not help but feel bad for him.
"Good morning, Ms. Martinez. Glad to know you were doing well during the summer." The short English teacher greeted me with a smile. She then looked at my boyfriend with a glare. "As for you, Derek, I hate you."
"I know." The boy groaned in annoyance.
Knowing they will not stand their for long before launching into insults, I shorten this discussion with a thanks and pulled Derek's hand besides me. I sat in the second column of the second row while my partner in crime sat behind me. I tapped my feet against the cool, metal leg to beat of the ticking clock in reference to the 1998, Britney Spears' music video, "...Baby One More Time." Silly, I know, but I also don't care. Feeling a bit annoyed at my small action, I turned around to face my beloved inamorato.
"Summer vacation is officially over." I stated with a sad sigh.
"I know. But it's worth it. We've made it all the way to twelfth grade. We can't stop now. Especially since Junior coming in four months." Derek said.
"You really love the fact you're about to be a father in twelfth grade, don't you?" I noted with a playful glare.
"I have to. I have no choice. This is my life now; I just have to accept it as it is." He said. "Besides, you know I love Junior."
"Yeah, I know." I said with a small smile. "It's cute."
I love seeing how excited he gets over the coming of our little angel.
Realizing of how much of a sappy slob he is being, "Yeah, yeah. Save the fluffy shit for later."
I made sure he knows how much I appreciate him by kissing his head.
"Love you too." I added, before facing the front of the classroom.
A minute later, Mrs. Hayden came in and introduced us to this class's level. As we listen to this woman ramble on and on about the course, I felt wet pieces of paper being thrown at the back of my neck. I did not need to turn around as I already have a pretty good idea of who it was. My face hardened, but I stayed still and listen to the teacher as Brittany and her colleagues continues to throw spit ball at me. This is going to be a long day.
{_}
"It wasn't that bad." Derek tried to console me as we came out of the classroom, wiping the tiny, saliva-filled balls from our body. Super gross.
"Oh yeah. You get balls spit at you and you're telling me it wasn't that bad." I roared as I stormed to our locker.
I opened the damned door and got my hand sanitizer that I bought from Bath and Body Works earlier this week.
"I'm just saying it could've been worse." Derek said.
I know I shouldn't take my anger out of this guy with all he is doing for me, but I was a little too bitter to care.
"Like how?" I questioned.
I opened the metal door with a bunch of paper flying out. I know it's not ours since we haven't put any paper in it.
"Like that." He said in low voice, afraid that I might explode.
"Fuck me." I groaned, silently hoping that Derek won't make any perverted comments on that.
Thankfully he didn't as I bent down to clean up the mess. We're fucking seniors for crying out loud, which means we are the adults of the school and we will graduate into the real world pretty soon. That scares the fuck out of me since I know that the people that did this are apart of my generation and that a lot of them have not gotten this kind of harassment out of the way.
"Are you okay?" Derek asked, though I know he knows the answer to that.
I just breathed a laugh as I quickly made up my mind. "You know what, yeah. Yeah, I am fine."
"I can take you home, if you'd like." He offered.
"Thanks, but I'm fine. I can go on for the rest of the day." I said.
"Are you sure?" He asked as we got up.
I know he's trying his best to make me feel better and I appreciate that, but I'm not a baby where I just chicken out and go home every time something goes wrong. If they didn't do this today, they will do this tomorrow, so I pretty much have to suck it up just like everyone else. Plus, it's a half a day.
So I said, emotionless as a zombie, "Yeah. I mean, what else can go wrong?"
I was thankful for the silence that Derek granted me as we headed to our next class.
{_}
The rest of the day was of utter crap. Literally. The day that is supposed to mark the best beginning of the end was full of people staring at me as if I were a mad cow. That alone gave Brittany and friends the great opportunity to torment me further since they could obviously get away with it. Derek got stuffed into a locker by Blake, whilst the locker that we share continued to get stuffed by papers full of vulgar comments. The only thing that was worthy of today was hanging out with my friends and boyfriend. All I want to do now is go home and get a nap before going to work. However, fate had other plans as I halted in front of my boyfriend's car with my jaw nearly crashing through the floor.
No, no, no, no, no. Fuck no. They couldn't have gone as far as vandalizing my beloved partner's car, have they? Well, from what I see here is Derek's black, 2000 Nissan Maxima trashed with inappropriate pictures and words that I have not even heard of. I didn't even notice the tears falling down my face until I saw a wet spot on my pink dress. I didn't bother to wipe as my body ran towards the vehicle to help take the offensive images off. My fingers shook as I attempted to take each photos of male private organ and abortion off the damn thing.
It's one thing if they go towards me, but to go towards Derek, who has not done anything to offend the popular crowd. Sure, he may beat Blake from time to time and while I do not encourage violence by any means, he fucking deserved it from how he treats my boyfriend and I. Derek is a sweet guy though; he should not be apart of it. I should not have to be apart of it. How does one night full of love and passion lead towards something as disrespectful and humiliating as this? As if I thought it could not get any worse, I felt ice, cold water being dumped at me by my best friends. Do these people have any consideration towards other people at all? Seriously, I have another human being growing inside of me, but I guess that's the whole point of it.
Being the useless coward that I am, I did the only thing that I can do. Cry while running home like a bitch, ignoring everyone and everything around me.
Poor Melly. Seems like the world is against her except her world. Things may get better, it may not. Who knows?
Hopefully, the first section was not too racy for you guys, but I have seen a lot of shows to know that expecting women to get a lot of dreams such as the one Melly had. Other than that I hope you like the chapter. Until next time, have a nice day.
Xoxo,
M.