The Trashy Virgin(6)

So I shut my brain off, forcing myself to slumber. And it worked because  the next morning when I woke, something had changed. My mind suddenly  felt clear, everything lighter, more transparent because there was still  a way to win, to reap my rewards. Because my gorgeous girl had given  her pussy cherry to another man  …  but that ass cherry could still be  mine.





CHAPTER FOUR


Katy




"Ready?" I asked Jason.

He didn't look at me, instead getting into the cab of the pick-up  without a word, slamming the door shut behind him. Okay, someone was in a  bad mood, someone had woken up on the wrong side of the bed for sure.

So shrugging, I got into the passenger side, swinging my book bag onto  the wide leather seat, turning to look at him once more, that perfect  profile with its straight nose, the mobile mouth and strong, clenched  jaw.

Wait, clenched? Why? So I exhaled again as Jason started up the car and tried appealing to him once more.

"Jase," I said, my voice open and inviting. "It's seven a.m. for crying  out loud, what happened this morning to make you so mad? What is it?"

The man wouldn't even look at me, those blue eyes fixed on the road as  we drove to school, through an abandoned lot before pulling onto the  local road. Corn fields rolled by, the first kiss of frost on the golden  stalks, a couple cows mooing here and there, aimlessly turning to look  at us as we passed.

"Jase," I tried again. "Was it Ms. Smith? Look, I know this is really  awkward, but I can tell from the way she looks at you. I know she asked  you to stay after yesterday for some bullshit meeting, so seriously,  tell me if she's doing something inappropriate! Everyone knows Ms. Smith  is a cougar, tell me, tell Brent, tell the administration, tell  someone, don't keep it locked up inside."         

     



 

And Jason's hands clenched the steering wheel even tighter, knuckles white, still refusing to look at me.

"Seriously Jase," I sighed again, looking out the window as my fingers  drummed against my thigh. "I can't do anything for you if you won't tell  me. If you won't tell me, at least tell Brent," I harrumphed, referring  to our guardian.

And Jason's head snapped towards me then, those blue eyes fierce, so bright that I literally jumped in my seat.

"Tell Brent," he snarled. "What a great idea. I can tell that you have all the answers, Miss Goody Two Shoes," he sneered.

I drew back, hurt. I'd only been meaning to help and Mr. Larson had been  so good to both of us, what was the harm in confiding in the big man?

"You need to be more grateful," I said disdainfully, refusing to look at  him as we zipped along the road. "Brent's given us both a place to  sleep, put food on the table, heck, even set you up with the union     for a job after graduation. You know how hard that is to get? Tons of  people want to join the union   , you've got to know someone to get  in and Brent put in a good word for you, pulled some strings. So yeah,  what's wrong with telling Brent?"

Jason just shook his head disgustedly.

"Seriously Katy, you have no idea what you're talking about," he ground out. "Don't even start."

And that made me angry. I whirled to face him in the seat, my shoulders tight, eyes flashing with brilliance.

"I do know what I'm talking about," I said furiously. "Brent gave me a  place when I had none, he's helped me this last year because my mom's in  the loony bin. And I know, I know he's done the same for you. Sure,  you've never told me about your family situation but it can't be good!"

Jason turned to glare at me again.

"Shut up, Katy," he ground out between clenched teeth. "Just shut up."

And at that I lost it.

"Shut up?" I screamed, my voice deafening inside of the truck cab. "Shut  up? That's all you have to say? After all Brent's done for us, that's  all you have to say? Fuck you!"

And it was then that Jason pulled off onto the shoulder of the road, the  truck cab jolting up and down as we rumbled over a dirt track before  stopping. And for the first time ever, I was scared. Jason had changed a  lot in the past year. When I moved into the trailer a year ago, he was a  gawky teen boy, ten miles tall and lanky, with arms and legs like  windmills. But somehow in the last year he'd filled out with thick,  solid muscle, his chest broad, those legs so long. As he glowered over  me, I shrank back, aware of how wide his shoulders were, how strong his  arms, those muscular thighs like tree trunks.

"Jason," I said, my voice wavering, eyes wide. "Please calm down."

And the blue eyes just turned up a notch, ice fire boring into me.

"Katy," he ground out. "I heard you last night," he said accusingly.

I was stock still, eyes wide and puzzled. Because what was he talking  about? Was he referring to Brent and me in the shower? I know we'd been  loud, but he couldn't have overheard us having sex because it'd been  four thirty when it happened and Jason hadn't come back until ten last  night. I'd heard the front door open myself, heard him stride into the  trailer without a word, banging shut his room door and locking it too.  So what was he talking about?

"Heard what?" I asked, biting my lip tentatively. Jason was so close, so  masculine, so big that my body sizzled in his presence even though I  was still achy from Brent's touch. Oh god, what was wrong with me? I'd  just lost my virginity to an alpha male, a man I adored, and yet not  twelve hours later, here I was, cheeks burning, pussy wetly moist in the  presence of another.

And like he could read my body's signals, Jason chuckled harshly.

"I heard you," he rasped. "I heard both of you."

And my cheeks flamed red then, hot and uncomfortable.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," I began slowly, my breasts  tingling, a burning sensation deep in my groin. "You came home at ten  last night, Jason, I'm not sure what you thought you heard, but I have  no idea what you're talking about."

He banged the steering wheel then, staring off into the distance, jaw clenched

"I heard you fucking," he snarled, swinging around to stare at me. "I  heard you going at it with that beast, with that fucker Brent!"

And this time my blush was a full-body one, going all the way from my  hairline to my toes, the pink creeping over my breasts, making them  fuller, heavier, warmth seeping into my pussy, tingly and arousing.

"Brent," I began. "I mean Jason," I said helplessly, shaking my head.  What a time to make that mistake! Mixing up their names? Seriously Katy,  I scolded myself. What are you thinking? Your timing is so fucked up,  really fucked up.

But Jason just shook his head, disgusted.

"That fucker's on your mind, he's playing games with you. You're so lost, so confused, you have no idea what you're doing."         

     



 

I shook my head again.

"I didn't mean to mix you guys up," I began slowly. "It's just that  … "

"It's just what?" he asked, eyes blazing. "It's just that you let Brent take your cherry when I was the one that wanted it?"

I gasped then, my entire body shivery, sensitive to his nearness. And my  eyes flew to how Jason's jeans tented at the crotch, the bulge growing  as I stared, so huge, hot and hungry that it brushed the bottom of the  steering wheel.

"That's right," Jason gestured to himself, indicating his massive boner.  "I was the one that wanted you Katy, I wanted that sweet body first,  and now you've gone and lost it  …  lost it  …  to that fucker!" he raged.

"Please Jason," I begged, my eyes warm and pleading. Oh god, he wanted  me? This huge alpha male wanted me, in addition to the one I already had  at home? This made no sense, how could I handle two?

But first things first. I needed to take control of this situation so I  took a deep breath, forcing myself to grow still, willing my heart to  stop pumping a million miles an hour, summoning my inner strength. How  did Jason even know that I'd let Brent pop my pussy cherry? Did he come  home early? Or god forbid, did Brent tell him?

Fortunately, no such thing had happened, that was too fucked up. Instead, Jason answered my unspoken question.

"I heard you," he grunted, eyes still fiery, his big form filling up the  small cab, making me feel tiny and small. "I came home in the early  afternoon and heard the two of you going at it in the shower stall. It  was a fucking orchestra, you were screaming as he touched you," he shot  at me accusingly. "You let him take you everywhere, you let him run that  big dick inside your pussy, your ass, you fucking slut!"

I took a deep breath, fighting to stay calm.

"I'm no slut," I said, my voice tight. "Brent and I went with what felt  right, and you know what? It's not your business anyways."

"Not my business?" he roared, eyes wild with rage. "It is my business!  What the fuck else could it be? I live with you in the trailer, how the  fuck is this going to work, me hearing the two of you go at it day in  and day out? Or are you going to stop now? Right Katy, tell me you're  going to stop," he taunted, his eyes boring into mine.