If Lola knew this was going on she'd laugh and tell everyone probably. It would give her a good reason to cheat.
"Nghh..."
Bif had personal beef with Johnny and now the Beef was so pesonal it was starting to get touchy... real touchy.
Bif would never let a sound escape his lips. Not a single moan. He wouldn't let Vincent have the power but damn did he have the talent.
Fingers parted his hair, he swore and grunted, which Johnny didn't deny that there was something hot about it.
There was also an argument over who was really winning. Preps didn't like Greasers and vise versa. To have Johnny beneath him was a win but to have the prep's champion boxer sprung on him was a win.
Bif hated Johnny... couldn't stand him.
"Ah... ah... nnn..."
He was basically trying to get his victory. His fingers were tangled in his hair. Bif's had his toes curled in his shoes.
He couldn't take it, he forced Johnny off making him fall on his back. He hovered over him and kissed him roughly. They pulled apart, those green eyes were like the stare of a tiger.
"Heh, still can't get you to make a sound can i?", smirked Johnny.
"Never"
"Just one time?"
"I will never let you have the satisfaction", he kissed him again and let his hand undo the greaser's pants. "I can make you scream though"
"You preps are so full of it...", Johnny looked the other way. The dorm was mighty quiet. This was an opportunity he was going to take!
"You be full off me in a second...", Bif whispered in his ear.
He turned over so that Johnny was on top. He eased his hands up his shirt. "Take off the jacket..."