Illyria & Jesse pt.2 - Sex Stories

Illyria & Jesse pt.2

... stupid girl who thought everything was funny and acted like a four year old. Then… Good old, Perry. “Listen, bitch, I don’t know who you think you are by talking to us like that.” Perry snarled. “Ugh,” I waved my hand before my face, “that’s semen breath. No wonder, ugh.” “Ew, I smell it from here. Hey Lauren, go on and take a whiff. It smells like cupcakes,” Dani said. “Cupcakes?! I love cupcakes!” Lauren cheered. Before she embarrassed them some more, Perry held her back. “No, not cupcakes, you idiot.” Lauren heeved a heavy sigh then went back to texting. “You’re just jealous because I got Noah and you didn’t.” Perry sneered. “Hah,” I chortled, “You gotta be a fucking idiot or straight up blind to think I give a shit about Noah! Hell, he can go suck a few pimple-covered dicks!” “Honestly? Like, why did you even think that? Someone knock on her head,” Dani smirked. Dani gave two hard slaps to Perry’s head. Perry shoved her onto the ground. I picked Dani up then turned to Perry. “Oh, Perry. You just made a terrible mistake. I’d walk away if I were you,” I snarled. “What are you gonna do about it bitch-ria?” Perry spat. Okay, that nickname was pissing me off. I took a step back, waiting a few seconds. I took three steps to Perry and hit her with a spear. She hit the wall then sank to the ground. Perry hit the ground with a loud “oof.” “Who’s the bitch now?” I said. She had the wind knocked out of her. Perry coughed and struggled for air while Dani cornered the other two. ...

... Lauren and Emma let out soft yelps when Dani raised her arm. “I guess I’ll let you two slide,” she said, no emotion in her voice. “Dan, come on. We can uh… leave them?” I said. We grabbed our bags then walked out the gym doors to my car. Dani got in the frontseat and dropped her bag on the ground. “Damn, girl. Since when do you play football?” She smirked. “Since that bitch started pissing me off. If Chrissy was there….. OH BOY. A few strands of hair, broken nails, torn clothes and everything.” I said. “Hell yeah. By the way, I love your sweatshirt. I feel as if that would be you if you were Elmo.” “Thanks, home ya go.” I drove Dani to her house then drove to Jesse’s. **** “Baby?” I called out. Jesse was in his bedroom. I went upstairs to his bedroom and opened the door. He saw me then smirked. “Hey.” “Hi,” I dropped my bag by the desk, “what’re you doing?” Jesse ruffled his hair. “Just finished a shower.” “Oh. I don’t wanna touch you till I’m clean. Can I go…” “Yeah.” I stood up from the bed and turned. Jesse grabbed my arm. “What?” “This,” Jesse ran his hand over a scratch. “Hurt yourself at practice?” “Uh…. I… yeah… or…” “Illyria.” I mean, er….. Did I hurt myself at practice? What the fuck? I’m not going to lie to him! Hah, I need to rethink my life. “After. Perry’s fault…. sorta.” I answered. “Before you hop in that shower, you’re telling me.” Jesse firmly said. “Okay,” I sat back down next to him, “after practice, we were changing, Perry was starting shit, I pinned her on the ...