Pregnant For My Bully

Jason Davenport

Assorted bottles of alcohol lined up in the center of Adrian’s huge living room as the gang sat in an uneven circle, exchanging the latest juicy gossip and snickering heartily.

We had all agreed to hang out at Adrian’s today as I’d told them I wouldn’t be available to do so for a while as I was helping my dad on an important project he was working on.

No way was I telling them I was grounded.

That was embarrassing.

The only person who knew was Adrian of course, although I didn’t tell him why.

As Greg plunged into a story of the best blowjob he’d ever received- everyone laughing and chipping in at intervals-I noticed that the only odd ones out were Kimberly and Adrian.

Kimberly sat in the center of a large sofa-Malia and Aneeka on either side of her-joining in the conversation once in a while, but mostly staring daggers at me everytime our eyes met.

We hadn’t talked since the shit that went down at my house. I pretended not to notice her scowling at me, and instead just joined in the animated conversation.

“Y’all remember the girl in my geometry class? The one I told y’all about?” Rory was saying.

Greg’s eyes widened in mischief and he patted Rory’s back, beginning to laugh.

Rory’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he said, “Well, we finally fucked.”

There were ‘whoops’ and ‘ahhs’ as everyone cheered him on.

Greg, who was even more excited for some weird reason, laughed long and hard.

“And that’s not all,” Rory continued.

“There’s more?” Malia put in, sarcasm evident in her voice. “Yeah, that’s what we like to do on a hot Monday afternoon-listen to you gloat about your sexual escapades.”

The girls ‘ooh’ed’ while Rory only rolled his eyes saying, “Shut up, Malia. The only reason you’re mad is ’cause you never get any action.”

This time it was the guys’ turn to ‘ooh’.

“Please Rory,” Dani said, rolling her eyes. “We all know Geometry girl was the first you’ve gotten in six months.”

She smirked as everyone started to laugh, while Rory pulled his tongue out at her, causing even more laughter.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

At that moment Kimberly made eye contact with me.

Warding it off, I said, “Ok, ok, break it up guys. We’re here to hang out and have fun.”

Scowling, Malia poured herself a shot, and the conversation carried on as usual-everyone laughing at Rory’s stupid antics.

Everyone except Adrian.

I cocked an eyebrow as I looked over.

He was on his phone?

And sure enough he was. Scrolling through something and looking bored.

He wasn’t looking in my direction but I glared at him.

He’d been acting weird since he bumped into Amelia at school today.

He was that worried?

Was he seriously still feeling sorry for that silly excuse of a girl?

I didn’t want to bring it up because I knew it’d only end up in an argument, but it still ticked me off.

Holding back a frown, I resolved to give Amelia a second warning when I saw her. To stay the fuck away from my best friend.

Looking up, I saw Kimberly glaring at me for the one millionth time today.

Wouldn’t she give it up already? I wondered, getting annoyed.

Making up my mind, I motioned to her and asked, “Can I talk to you for a minute, Kim?”

She rolled her eyes, but still got up to follow me outside.

The gang was too deep in conversation to notice us leave.

Getting outside, Kimberly planted her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes, waiting for me to say something.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I demanded. “Why do you keep staring at me like that?”

She took her hands off her hips and placed them underneath her boobs, pushing them higher up; a motion that made it difficult to keep my gaze on her face and not her very exposed cleavage.

“Oh, no problem at all,” She spat. “Just how big of a pussy you actually are.”

I felt my jaw tic. “What the fuck did you just say?”

How dare she talk to me that way?

She moved closer, no trace of fear in her eyes. “You heard me.”

“And don’t try to scare me, Jason,” She added. “I’m not your silly Miss Klutz that you can push around like a fucking puppet. Remember that.”

Annoyed, I rolled my eyes.

“What was I supposed to do then?” I asked feeling embarrassed about the whole thing.

“I don’t know,” She retorted. “You’re the one who invited me over.”

I didn’t know what to say to that so I glared at her instead.

“So I take it that’s the end of our little. . . rendezvous?” She laughed.

She’s obviously enjoying this.

“Well, well, no problem for me, anyways,” She stated. “I know how and where to get dick whenever, wherever I want.”

Then she moved closer, our lips a breath apart, and placed one small hand on the fly of my jeans, stopping when she located my cock. Then squeezed. Stroking. Teasing.

I squirmed in shock and pleasure this action taking me by surprise but not unwelcomed.

She smirked, taking her hand off as soon as she felt my cock began to throb, fully aroused.

Satisfied, she whispered, “Well it’s your loss.”

Laughing, she winked and fixed me with a look that made me want to take her there and then.

As if she’d heard my thoughts, she inserted a finger underneath her top and teased her nipple.

Watching as her nipples went from relaxed to taut and pointy, enhanced by the thin material of her shirt, I swallowed, a moan threatening to escape my lips.

Seeing she’d gotten the desired effect, she took out her finger and straightened her top.

“But don’t worry though,” She continued. “We’re cool.”

Giving me one last wink, she stalked off-deliberately swaying her hips from side to side in a sensual motion-leaving me with a not-so-subtle hard-on.