More- A young adult-foursome erotica

“SAMMIIPOO!!!” Dear God, give me the strength not to punch him in the d**k! I'm taking my books out of my locker for the last class of the day, the last class of the year. I’m finally done with this place, high school can suck it. But of course, he needs to get one last teasing session in before I can escape to freedom. Tyler slams my locker shut as I stand up and glare at him. God, I hate how sexy he is, with that stupid sideways smirk, messy blond hair, and those sky-blue eyes that sucker you into thinking he might actually have a heart. Of course, then he has to open that damn mouth. “Sammiipoo! Are you avoiding me?” What is it with him and that stupid nickname? And why does he insist on screaming it in the middle of the hallway every day? And why do I kind of like it? “Not very well apparently,” I respond, trying to muster the highest level of disdain I can give as possible. He clutches his heart in sarcastic hurt. "Why are you so mean to me? I thought we had finally reached past this point in our relationship”. I arch my brow at him, “and what point would that be?” “The point where you finally admit your undying love for me and we run off into the sunset together, and you know, blah-blah-blah,” he curls my hair around his finger while he leans in so close, that I can smell his colon, it smells so good! Fuck, he's pulling me in. I need to get a grip. It's not real. He's only messing with me, and his teasing is beyond old. Such a bullshitting asshole, bad boy, my ass. He's nothing but a big showboater, but you know what? I think I'll play along for a minute and give him a taste of his own medicine. “I know honey, but I think it's time you knew the truth”. My words have shocked him. If his eyebrow goes any higher, he might stretch his piercing. A double ring at the end of his brow. I don't know why it all adds to his sexy suave, but damn, he works it. I've never gone along with his taunting before. I usually shove past him now and stalk to class like a good little nerd. But he sure seems intrigued by where I'm going with this and is more than ready to play along as well. What did I just start? I peek behind him to see his best friend Dan walking towards us with his broad smile, bright white teeth under his dark tan skin, dark hair, and dark brown eyes. Dan is actually someone I would call a friend. I wish I could call my boyfriend. He always stands up for me around the assholes we go to school with, and he is always so kind to me despite our very different social groups. Me not social at all and him a social butterfly and a big man on campus. Not to mention, he usually saves me from his best friend's embarrassing antics. Seeing as how we’ve been friends since middle school before everyone else realized how amazing he is, we stay pretty close, but I keep him at arm's length. I can't let my feelings for him take too much of a hold, since he will never see someone like me the same way. I put my hand on Tyler's arm in a show of comfort. "The truth is, I’m in love with someone else. '' I hope he can't feel my hand shake as I look into his eyes. Something flashes behind his eyes as he knows I'm just joking now and fakes hurt again. "What? How could you? I thought we had something special. I scream your name, you go running! We’re perfect for each other. Who could have possibly stolen you from me?”. Dan catches the end of Tyler's little show, slides up next to me, takes my hand, and twirls me round and down into a deep dip. If he drops me ima kill him. “Why hello there my little kitten, have you missed me?” “Yes,” I laugh at his silliness. No wonder he is in the drama club. He's positively ridiculous, and I love it! He twirls me again, picking me up in his strong arms. God, how I love football player's muscles! I can feel every movement in his arms, holding me so tightly. Please don't let go... Please let go. Save my sanity. “Oh, my god! I wasn't expecting that,” I laugh as he sets me back upright, into the corner of the wall so I can catch my breath and balance. I'm breathing so hard, you would think I actually did something other than be Dan's rag doll. I really need to exercise more. Dan is laughing too; it's his rich, loving life laugh that makes you want to laugh along with him. Dan is close. He is leaning very, very close, resting his hand above my head on the wall, caging me in. A moment he makes seem completely unintentional, but makes me irrational, thinking things I shouldn't. Things that can never happen. His other hand grazes my curls, his gaze burns my soul, and I'm sucked into another world, one where only the two of us exist. Vaguely in the distance, I hear Tyler again, “My best friend? Sammiipoo no!” I stutter, “I'm s-sorry Tyler. '' despite my wanting to keep this charade going, Dan's hands feel so damn good. Slowly sneaking around my body, I need to get out of here before they notice my blush. “Well, you know what they say, three is a party, what do you say kitten, wanna party?”. My eyes bug out of my face. He did not just say that! It is so out of character for Dan to make s****l innuendos. “Dan!” He smiles wider, making a blistering heat flood down my spine. “Well, as fun as this has been, I'm going to be late.” As I try to sneak by, Tyler blocks my other side. “Oh come on Sammiipoo, it could be fun”. Tyler's bad-boy smirk is back. “What would be fun?” They aren't seriously insinuating what I think they are. All these years, Tyler's joking has only ever been that. Joking. Dan doesn't act like that. He's my friend! I must be reading the situation wrong because of my stupid girly hormones. “Come on Kitten, you need us to spell it out for you?” Dan's dark eyes watch me closely... too close. “Apparently…” I am not saying anything. On the chance I am wrong and this is a complete misunderstanding. I will not be the one walking away looking like a fool. They lean in closer to me, both of them crowding me into the lockers and a wall. The only barrier between us is my books in my arms. They aren't even touching me that much, but my heart is beating so fast that I can hear the pounding in my ears. Dan has a hold on my hip while Tyler is caressing my cheek. They aren't saying anything; they are just watching me and driving me crazy. I can feel myself getting hot and bothered by the second. Jesus Christ, this backfired so fast. “HEY! GET TO CLASS!” The teacher monitoring the halls sees us lingering and calls for us to get moving, thank God. Tyler moves away first. "See you around Sammiipoo”. The way he says it is different, it's always sarcastic, a way to get under my skin, but this time it's low and husky, like he's as affected as I am. It burrows under my skin into my very core and settles in my panties. I've got to be imagining things. My horny brain is making me delirious. Dan holds out his arm. "May I escort the lady to class?” He is utterly ridiculous, which is why I love spending time with him. You can't not love Dan. His presence alone demands attention. In the most endearing way: Taking a deep breath, I accept his arm, attempting and failing to ignore the electric currents zipping through my body. “Why, Sir. How could I ever say no?” We make our way to class joking like always, “Thank you for distracting Tyler, by the way. I'm not sure what he hopes to accomplish with his little stunts” “He seemed more dramatic than usual today. What happened before I came over?” He seems really interested in my answer. “Nothing really. I made the mistake of indulging in his nonsense.” "Big mistake!” Dan laughed. “No kidding” But it felt good. The back and forth for a second there was an odd rush I had never felt before. Challenging him instead of running away. “So, tomorrow, do you want to meet me here or for me to pick you up?” I look at Dan, confused. Did I space out again? “The only thing I'm meeting tomorrow is my pillow, while I sleep all day and enjoy being officially done with this place”. He gets a crease in the space between his eyebrows. He does that a lot when he is confused. “But you promised you would come.” “Come where?” “On the trip...you forgot, didn't you?” “ahhh maybe….” I'm definitely lost. Dan sighs “We’re all going to the Wright plantation… everyone who raised the most money for the fundraiser this year gets to go…” he passes in between sentences for me to catch up. I completely forgot about the trip, but in my defense, the last time Dan told me about this, he had just finished practice. He was shirtless, and the beads of sweat rolling down his abs plus his heavy breathing, not to mention the low-riding shorts that showed his delicious V, were my main focus points. “This trip isn't even educational and is officially during summer break. How did you convince the principal to allow this?” “I have to disagree. I think this trip could be very educational... For some" He makes a pointed look at me before continuing "As class treasurer, we had an extra $7,000 this year thanks to our hard work and my mad money-saving skills. The plantation is owned by one guy on the East Side team, and they consider the house a local landmark for some reason. His house is supposed to be ridiculous! Trinity is dating the older brother and set it all up. He only wants $3,000 for 20 of us to join his team and a few others from the East Side for a whole weekend. Since there are so many people going, we wanted to be able to use a bus, which was only $300 round trip, and $100 for extra housing for the driver to stay. Two nights, and three days, technically free, because we’re not actually paying for it outta pocket. Unsupervised fun, meals included.” ''Unsupervised? How did you swing that?...you bribed the principal?” “The deal was he got the other $3,500 for teacher lounge renovations, and everything had to stay quiet. Only the need to know was to know that way he could get what he wanted and not have to face the board for allowing an unsupervised after-school-hours field trip.” “$7,000-$3,400=$3,600 ... what did you do with the other $100?” “Look at you little miss detective, maybe I should have hired you as my assistant,” he messes with my hair, making me grunt. I hate it when he does that. “I got the bus lady to use it to get alcohol” “You WHAT?” “Shh, settle down kitten, don't alert the whole school,” He says opening the door for our last class for me. Our teacher starts a movie we’re watching because, let's face it, they don't want to work on the last day of school any more than we do. It is the last day, after all. I turn to Dan, whispering: “How did you get the driver to do all of this for only $500? It's going to cost that much in gas” “She owes someone I know a favor.” The bus lady is a total burnout... this can't be good. “That someone being you? I thought you were done with your extra extracurricular activities.” Dan used to be the school's main pot source before he got caught by one of the school's dog patrols and was suspended for a month, almost losing his spot as captain. After that, he focused on his football and drama club. Or so I thought. “Not mine, Tyler's. Who do you think does all my dirty work now?” “Daann” I sigh. I don't understand why people mess with all that s**t. Having fun differs from selling, and people nark all the time. Then it occurs to me, “That was generous of him, using his favor for a trip he can't go on,” I say, squinting at Dan because we both know Tyler would never do such a selfless act. Dan side glances at me, looking guilty as hell. "Well…” “Oh no, he's coming? I'm out! I can not spend a whole weekend dodging that jerk. I didn't even really want to go. These are your people, Dan. I don't do sports or drama or parties. I won't know anyone there. You’ll be busy mingling. Just let someone else go.” Dan turns his full attention to me with pleading hurt in his big doe eyes. "Hell no, you have to go. I did not sell all of your candy bars for you along with mine, just for you to back out now. This is the last and only time I will get to have you actually attend a high school party. You found excuses for four years why you couldn't attend any.” “I was trying to get my scholarship. Not everyone can afford to attend university without one, and how did you sell so many candy bars, anyway? You got the school record for yourself and sold enough for me to also attend this trip.” “Because I'm awesome! Where have you been? Don't change the subject, Missy. I know, and I respect that, your commitment to your studies is the reason you received the High Honors award and the award for never missing a single day of school. I didn't push you to socialize or join any clubs aside from your math and science s**t. But we’ve been friends since middle school and I have yet to see you once outside of this place. ” That's because if you did, you might find out how much I like you, and you would never look at me the same... which could be good or really really bad. “You're going on this trip, kitten, even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming. You don't have any classes, no more scholarship paperwork, no homework, or anything extra. We’re done with this place and you're going to relax for once in your damn life, plus my friends are cool. No one is going to be assholes to you.” “Fine, but when you forgot about me and I'm left with no one but my books, you're getting one hell of a, I told you so.” “Deal” dammit, that smile of his is my kryptonite!