Drew explained as they left. Clare shook her head. Luke was a nut, although Reese and his cousin were pretty out there too.
Owen took Becky to his house. They still had an hour to kill before she had to go home.
"I liked watching you kick Bobby's ass."
"Is that who I punched?"
"Yeah. He's a friend of my brother's."
"So he's a jackass."
"Yeah!"
Becky taped Owen's hand even though he insisted he was fine. She kissed his knuckle and he pushed her onto the bed, pinning her as he ensnared her in a passionate kiss. It didn't take him very long to get her bra off and free her breasts from her shirt. Who knew fighting would get her so hot? She moaned and growled as he nipped at her chest and teased her nipples with his hands. She wanted to be on the offensive, so she flipped him over and yanked off his shirt. She kissed him and started to take off his belt. She pushed his pants down and began giving him kisses from his neck down his stomach. She went back up to his neck and started to grind on him. He groaned as he felt an erection build, and he went to take off her skirt. She pulled him out of his boxers and started to suck.
He was stunned, not expecting her to just go for it, but she pushed her head down as far as she could and stroked the rest. He pushed her hair out of her face and gently scratched her back as she tended to him. I hope he likes this, she thought as she bobbed her head up and down. He started to twitch. He was getting ready to blow. "FUCK! I'm gonna cum." Becky didn't realize how soon that would be and he started gushing in her mouth. She started to swallow, but he kind of got everywhere. He handed her a towel so she could wipe off her face. When she was done, he pulled her to the bed, ripping off her panties and pushing her knees towards her chest. "Your turn."
He knelt in front of her and began to tease her with his fingertips and tongue. He explored her folds, tracing along them like an outline as he tried to figure her out. She cried out and writhed beneath him, the pleasure already getting to her. He teased her clit with his tongue and began to insert his finger into her. One became two and he tried for three, but she was too tight. His tongue felt amazing she thought as he pleased her, way better than just his fingers, which was also nice. She wondered if sex was that much better than oral. He began rubbing her clit with his fingers and tonguing her hole until she lost it and gushed everywhere. She shrieked as she came for him
He kissed her forehead. "We have just enough time for a shower." He took her to the shower and they washed each other quickly. They got dressed, and he drove her home.
Owen dropped Becky off on time and unscathed, yet again. "Good night, Rebecca." He pecked her on the cheek before he left.
Becky smiled and went to bed.
Sunday Morning
Luke got up for church, hoping to see a banged up Owen. All he needed was his father to see Owen looking like crap, and Luke would be able to convince him that Owen's past was too dark, and Becky wasn't safe around him. To his surprise, he looked just fine, minus a bruised hand, and Becky took his hand and sat with him at church. What the SHIT! I sent like 7 guys after that dude.
Owen had a smirk on his face when he saw Luke. Luke was too much of a bitch to fight his own fight. He better hope Owen stays with Becky because if they break up, then he will have no reason not to beat Luke into the ground.
Clare and her mother were at church again this week. Clare was secretly hoping to see one of the guys Drew beat up there. She wanted to see how much damage had been inflicted. Well, if they were church goers, they were skipping today.
After church, Owen cracked his knuckles and looked at Luke menacingly. He joined the Bakers for breakfast and then drove home.
Clare went home and found Drew waiting for her. "Hey Baby," she said as she kissed him.
"How was church?"
"Same old. I was hoping to see one of the goons from yesterday looking like crap but no luck."
Drew laughed. "We should tell Becky to take pictures tomorrow."
"Now that, I would love to see."
When Bobby's father came home and saw what happened to the car, he was furious. "Bobby! Get down here now."
Bobby came down slowly. He had a black eye, bruised cheek and his stomach hurt where Owen kicked him.
"You look like shit, and what happened to my car."
Bobby couldn't tell the truth or mention Owen because that might lead to the truth.
"We got ambushed!"
"BY WHOM!"
"Strangers. I think they were in a gang, like an initiation."
"What did the cops say?"
"I just had AAA come and went home."
"WHAT!" He called the cops right away who made a report. Bobby tried to say he was alone, but other boys' mothers had called in claiming their sons had been jumped. When they got everyone to the station, they had five beaten up boys and a whole lot of made up stories. One boy said it was some other boy's girlfriend's ex-boyfriend and his friends. One boy said he had been jumped by vagrants. The police couldn't get any meaningful cooperation, so the boys got sent home. The parents were pissed, but the cops couldn't do anything without a truthful story.
Drew had Clare's shirt off and was sucking on her neck. "I missed this."
"Me too." They hadn't had sex in like 5 days, which was a long time in high school years.
He got her skirt off and she pulled off his shirt and went for his pants. Soon, they were naked, grinding on each other intently as Clare bit Drew's chest. He flipped her over and plunged into her wetness, making her cry out as he had her. Jake was out with Mo and Glen and Helen went to some store. "Oh! OHHHHH!" Clare yelled out as he pounded her. She was rubbing her clit, desperate to get off, and soon, she did. He flipped her again and took her doggie style, pulling on her hair, biting on her neck and slapping her ass as he fucked her.
"You belong to me," he hissed in her ear.
"OH DREW!" She started gushing as he drove himself deep inside her and he was close too. A few more seconds, and he shot his load. They fell onto the sheets, holding each other as they recovered.
Eventually, they took a shower together and Drew went home. Clare had to wash her sheets, again; maybe she should just buy some more at this point.
Monday
Bianca didn't know whether to be relieved or scared that she hadn't seen Vince in a week. Maybe he was locked up or dead. What if he was planning something?
Fiona and Imogen were holding hands, like they always do nowadays.
Jake got a big kiss from Katie when he got to school. Clare was canoodling with Drew. She texted Becky to see how bad Luke's friends looked today.
Becky saw Bobby. Man, he looks like shit. Becky stealthily took his photo and texted it to Clare. She saw it and was stunned. He looked like a bus hit him. His face was all dark and swollen and he looked miserable.
His whole school was wondering why the hockey players looked so bad. "They look like they tried to play the Blue Jays or something," one student commented. Luke saw him and his jaw dropped.
"Is this why you didn't answer my calls?"
"My mom took my phone. She thinks I've been hanging out with the wrong crowd."
"What happened?"
"We followed the plan, but he had his friends with him. They came in another car and beat the shit out of us and my car. I had to have AAA take it home"
"They totaled a car."
"Some of them had golf clubs."
Luke's eyes got big. Owen was a badder dude than he thought. He had to warn Becky.
At lunch, he grabbed her arm.
"Let go of me you goon!"
"I'm not a goon. I'm your brother."
"Brothers don't send goons after their sisters and their sisters' boyfriends."
"You think I'm behind this."
"Why else would your friends try and run Owen off the road? You could have gotten us both killed."
"You shouldn't be seeing him."
"And you should be in a mental hospital. If you even think of trying to break us up again..."
"What Owen will come after me with a golf club?"
"No. I will." Becky broke from his grip and ran off.
All kinds of rumors spread about what really happened, but those boys knew it was the last time they would ever try to mess with Owen Milligan. Photos of Bobby and some of the others went viral on facerange.
Becky spent a lot of time thinking about what Clare said. She needed to be her own person and escape from under her authoritarian family, especially Luke. She had to hid everything about herself: her food choices, her music, she couldn't even watch Fight Club without hiding it. She torrented it on Sunday. It was pretty good. She needed to establish her own independence, but how?
Clare was working on a new piece for the paper on the dangers of excessive drinking, the correlation between excessive alcohol intake and violent crime, particularly sexual violence and how limiting your drinking can lead to better health and a lower risk of being the victim or perpetrator in a violent crime. It was almost summer. There would be a lot of drinking. Maybe this article will help someone.
After class, Clare got a ride home from Eli, who wanted to brag to someone that he gave a kid a fat lip on Saturday night.
"Goodbye Eli."
"See ya Blue Eyes."
After getting home, Clare went upstairs to do her homework.
At dinner, everyone just made small talk. Nothing too interesting had happened that day. When they got upstairs, Jake asked Clare about the boys who got beat up.
"Did you hear about it? It's all over facebook"
"I was there."
"What?"
"The boys tried to jump Owen on his date with Becky but someone tipped him off, so he and his friends came and walloped them."
"You stayed in the car."
"Duh! Don't say anything."
"My lips are sealed."
Becky was in her room doing homework after dinner. She had her door locked and her window open just in case. When she figured, he wasn't coming, she took of her shirt, changing for bed. She didn't hear him come in.
"Perfect timing," he whispered.
"You're a pervert."
"Only for you Baby!" He couldn't resist her and the harder Luke tried to keep them apart, the more they wanted each other. Owen pulled her into a kiss and started reaching for her bra clasp. It fell off and he greedily sucked her breast into his mouth. His hands teased the other breast as he pinched her nipples and groped her. She bit her lip hard as he worked her over. They fell onto the bed swiftly, knowing how to make the the other squirm. She pulled off his shirt and bit his chest, hard. He pinned her to her bed, holding her arms overhead as he pulled off her skirt and panties. She yanked off his belt and pulled his pants out of the way. He paused to look at her, naked, eager and oh so beautiful. He knelt in front of her and started to devour her.
She pulled a pillow over her mouth to keep from screaming as he worked his tongue and fingers into her wet cunt. She was sweating, convulsing, arching her back, but she made minimal noise, learning exactly how to move softly. She liked being in Owen's room or in his car where she could let go, but struggling to stay quiet as he pleasured her made it more thrilling. She bit onto her pillow, hard as she came. Owen licked her clean and then pulled the pillow from her. He kissed her softly. She yanked his boxers off, leaving him naked and towering over her. She wanted him inside her but this was too soon. She wanted her first time to be planned out. She hissed into his ear, "One day, not tonight, but soon, I want you to make love to me." Before he could process that, she pushed him onto the bed and greedily sucked him into her mouth. She wanted to make him cum, hard and fast.
She bobbed her head up and down furiously, almost like she was high and Owen tried to keep his head from exploding. His virginal girlfriend wanted him to claim her in the near future. If her family found out, they might send her away. He needed to make sure that she was a) actually ready and b) have a fool-proof plan that would withstand crazy bullshit from Luke. Fuck, she was trying to make him die from a crazy intense orgasm. Her hand stroked furiously; she sucked hard and fast and he had to clench his teeth very hard to keep from cursing as he shot his load in her mouth.
Owen kissed her, put her nightgown on her, got dressed and went out the window.
Tuesday's article was much less of a buzz than the preceding one. Drinking too much is bad. Not new information, although some of the statistics were interesting. The real buzz was on the photos on facebook. Was their a violent mob on the loose? Was this an underground fight club? Rumors swirled around the school. Drew and Owen acted like they knew nothing about it.
Bianca had an inkling however. She took a look at Owen's and during her free period. "The bruising's almost gone."
"What bruising?"
She smirked. He definitely helped beat those hockey bitches. They probably deserved it.
At lunch, Drew carried Clare to their secret spot.
Their clothes stayed on. This was going to be a quickie. Clare wanted to eat lunch this time. She undid his fly and pulled him out. It only took a few strokes to get him hard He ripped off her panties and started to rub her clit. They moaned as they kissed and Clare opened her legs for him. He knelt in front of her, grinning as he grabbed her hips and pushed into her. She was on the couch, legs nice and wide. He was thrusting away, hitting her g-spot with every stroke. They kissed and moaned and hissed and she rubbed her clit, eager to climax. "AW FUCK!" she cried out as she came for him. He was soon to follow. They straightened up and went to lunch.
Imogen giggled as Drew and Clare came in late.
Fiona looked. "They were doing it, weren't they?"
"Yep!" Imogen found them amusing.
Clare got a text. "Hey can we talk after school?" It was Becky.
"Sure, the Dot?"
"Yeah. Owen can take me."
"I'll ask Jake to drop me off."
After school, Jake dropped of Clare at the Dot and went off with Katie. They spent a lot of time making out these days.
The two girls got milkshakes. "So what's on your mind?"
"I might have told Owen that I want to have sex with him."
WHAT! "Do you?"
"I do, but I'm scared too. I don't know what I'm doing."
"Relax. Has Owen been patient with you thus far?"
"Extremely."
"Then, he'll take good care of you, but there is still a lot to think about."
"Like when and where."
"That two, but that's for you two to decide. I meant like contraception. Condoms aren't foolproof. You should consider a backup."
"Like the pill?" Becky hated pills.
"There's also the patch and the shot. I take it you don't like pills."
Becky shook her head.
"Well, we should go to the clinic, and they'll help you figure it out."
The two girls went in. A doctor came to see Becky and said that she could get a shot every 3 months or get a patch each week (for 3 out of 4 weeks). IUD would be another option after she started having sex. Becky chose the shot. Clare cringed. Becky didn't want anyone to see her patch. Becky got her first shot. She was good for three months now.
"My arm hurts," she said as they left the clinic.
"I would have never done that. You must really hate pills."
"I do, and I didn't want anyone to find them." Becky needed to be discreet.
Drew picked up Becky and Clare and took them home.
