Diamond Likes it Rough.

Diamond Tiara was almost running down the road. As soon as the bus doors opened she had hit the pavement, jogging down the street and away from the three boys who had been tormenting her these past few weeks. Nothing as nefarious as bullying, no, she could certainly handle herself on that front, and even then she had been keeping her head down lately. Ever since the CMC stopped her from becoming student council president, she had been trying to act a bit friendlier towards everyone.

It was still a chore, and she had to bite her tongue more often than not. Even then, she just couldn't resist her prime targets; the CMC themselves. Nothing as mean as calling them flank-heads, or blank-flanks, and not only because they had earned their Scout Marks already. Just minor jabs, quips here and there. Still, she knew she often took things too far, but she just couldn't help it. She couldn't just flip a switch and become someone else. The Crusaders took it in stride, however, when they did take the time to hang out with her, and they gave back as good as they got most of the time. The three boys were always good at defending themselves against her, and even now when she had toned it down from stinging barbs, to more lighthearted quipping, they had continued to make their own jabs. Her hair, her name, and her blind ambition were all subjects of good-natured ridicule.

Still, she was running for a different reason. She had physical education that day, and the teacher thought it would be a good idea to crack open the keys to the school's pool, and give them all swimming lessons. Scoots, the athlete as always, jumped at the idea. Abblebuck and Silver Bell had been a bit more cautious about the idea, especially considering it was the middle of winter.

The point is, everyone was in their swimming costumes. Everyone. The boys were a mixture of trunks, and some shirts from the more self-conscious, but the three crusaders had decided to pack their shorts for that day, and she got a proper eyeful. Three eyefuls—from three very handsome boys. She had no idea when they had become so hot! When the hell had that happened? More importantly, when did she develop crushes on them?

She didn't know. What she did know is that she had been blushing for the rest of the day, from PE in the morning until maths at night, she had been flushed red, and any time she had a moment to herself, or a moment to think about schoolwork, her thoughts would always go back to seeing the trio in their swimming trunks.

Scoots had been sculpted, to near Adonis-proportions. That's what he got for hanging out with Rainbow all day, she supposed. The older, rainbow-haired one probably had Scoots doing PT in the morning and evening, add to that the myriad of after-school clubs he attended, it was no wonder that the man had muscles like marble.

She made it to her home, storming through the door and slamming it shut. She rested her back on it as though closing it may block out all the thoughts creeping into her head. Her cheeks were nearly crimson, and it was slowly spreading down, almost to her collarbone. She felt an uncomfortable hotness, as though she had fever, just lower down, and more towards the front.

She groaned and slammed her head against the door as she felt a fresh wave of thoughts worm their way through her mind, this time with a much more terrifying aspect to it. It was the voice of her own libido speaking, making the fire intensify a hundredfold. She trudged up the stairs, keeping her eyes down and her fists clenched. Anything to take her mind off of the three crusaders.

She slipped into her room, her chest heaving and her face almost beet-red. The image of his toned body, glistening with pool-water as he stepped out, the sight of his purple hair slick to his face like some trashy cologne commercial, the striking image of his shorts straining to contain his impressively perky package...

It all begged the question; Why did he even bother to wear anything.

It's pretty fucking huge, right? Like damn, just whip it out and let me get a good look at that, hot stuff! her erotically charged thoughts sang as she gave in to her fantasies for the moment.

Diamond Tiara threw herself down on her bed and immediately buried her face into her pillow. Her makeup was being streaked by beads of sweat, rolling down her face and neck.

We can already see it straining against the shorts! Take off that shirt, too, and let us all take a good long look at those ripped fucking abs! the thought of Scoots being completely naked and baring everything for her to see, was almost as titillating as the view she had earlier at the pool.

She cast her mind back to all the times she spent hanging out with Scoots, never knowing what was hiding under that shirt. To think, if you just played your cards right, you coulda been skinny-dipping in the pool when daddy dear was outta town last week! her eyes widened as she remembered that day. It was no secret that her house had a pool, and it had been the scene of many a party during the last summer. Scoots had showed up when her father was out of town, and they had spent the day relaxing around the house. Had she known then what she knew now, there was no guarantee that she would be able to control herself.

He would have come round, all-doe-eyed, you could have left the door unlocked so he would find you, and then you could have some kinky pool shenanigans.

She groaned into the pillow and smothered her face with it, turning over as she kicked off her shoes, letting them collapse onto the floor, along with all her sense of decency. There was no stopping these fantasies now, not when she was this deep.

Or! her brain continued, unabated, making her toss the pillow down by her feet as she stared up at the ceiling, tracing the patterns above. You could have been helping him relax before a swim meet. Give him a nice shoulder rub before he goes out, your hands slip, travel down his pecs, down his hips, over to the tiny little strings holding his shorts in place... Diamond Tiara's face turned several shades deeper, and her thighs squeezed together.

He totally woulda let you, too! He's always been soft on you, not that you like soft, huh, D?

She almost told the voice to shut up, she almost did, before she realised that there was nothing she could do to shut herself up. Suddenly her clothes felt far too stuffy and constricting.

No, I know why you've got the hots for Scoots! You wanna see just what that damn fine swimmer's body of his can do to you, right? See how well he swims in YOUR pool, if you get what I'm saying! Those abs are washboard-tier! So fucking smooth, too! Betcha you just wanna run your fingers all over that ripped six pack of prime man-meat, huh?

She sat up and grabbed the hem of her shirt, shedding it in one fluid motion and dropping it onto her silken sheets. They felt cool against her skin as she laid back. "I don't even like that idiot! Why am I thinking like this?" she sighed to herself, knowing full well that it was a lie. She had been crushing on the three of them hard over the past few months, they were just so sweet. They were so nice to her, and she didn't deserve any of it. Now she didn't even have the luxury of deception. They didn't have pimples, blemishes or anything wrong with them! Their bodies were all perfect, and it was driving her crazy!

And speaking of smooth, that Silver Bell, huh?

Tiara covered her face with her hands, casting her mind back to before she got changed, when she was talking with Ms Spitfire. She was so distracted that she followed the older woman to her office, then turned around immediately and stepped into the boy's changing rooms. Thankfully, no one was in there. Or at least, that's what Tiara thought, until Silver Bell had waltzed out of the showers, his proud maleness on display for the world to see. Or, rather, for Diamond to see.

I mean wow! All you had to do was bat your eyelashes at him, run one of your fingers over that cute little stubbled-chin of his, and not make fun of his shaving habits, and you could have been face-deep in baby-smooth pretty-boy right at this very moment!

Diamond Tiara groaned in frustration. The image of his pure, sculpted porcelain skin. The tantalising view he offered her when he froze in fear. She could have capitalised on his trepidation. She could have stepped up to him, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and a salacious sashay to her hips, and he would have been putty in her hands. Her dreams come true.

Her mouth let out a gasp as her hands ran down her chest, letting her breasts free of the confines of her bra. She let the new garment lay across her chest uselessly as her hands slipped underneath it, kneading the sensitive skin.

But noooooo, her powerful fantasy came to a grinding halt. You had to be a bitch. You had to giggle when you walked in on him. You had to laugh at how he keeps his jewels smooth and clean shaven, and you're probably gonna make a quip about it next time you see him, despite the fact that just seeing that dripping, smooth, seven inches made you soaked! Christ you practically had to sprint home after that little incident! You totally almost walked into the boys locker room again on purpose after that, didn'tcha?!

She did. She almost did when everyone was in there, despite the fact that Snips and Snails were both present, as well as a few of the more unsavory characters. Just for a chance to see the three Crusaders again, she had been tempted by the prospect after class. "I did not!" she lied to herself, even as her hands traced lines over her hips and thighs, making her back arch.

Oh, hey! While we're on the subject! How big do you think Applebuck is, hmm?

"Oh god..." Tiara's eyes widened. There stood the young man in question, she could almost see him, clear as day. His powerful form, hardened from farm work. His earthy scent, seeping into her mind and clouding it. Her eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself fully.

I mean, come on, given what you've heard the college girls say about his brother, he could probably just fuck you clean in half! Break your bed, and then break you, too! Wouldn't that be an experience?

She bit down on her lip. Her legs pressed against her hands as they slid into her underwear. Her eyes squinted at the sensations, imagining that smiling face, complete with shocking red hair smiling up at her.

You wouldn't be able to walk for days! I mean, he's totally like, a foot taller than you, and he works on a farm!
Those fucking arms! You wouldn't even have to bounce when you ride him, he could just wrap his hands clean around your waist, thumb to thumb, and use you like a goddamn doll! Boy, that woulda been fun, right?

Cursing quietly into her hand, she slid a finger into the heat between her legs. "S-shut up."

And to think, if you weren't such a pompous, Grade-A bitch to him, you coulda had your goddamn pick of that hotness. Hell, you probably could have had all three of them at the same time! They do like sharing, after all. They never go anywhere or do anything without being joined at the hips, so who knows what kinda kinky shit they'd be willing to do with you in between them. Now, would you prefer being spit-roasted by the farm boy, and the swimmer, or would you like pretty-boy and farm-boy at either end, tearing you apart with strength and form?

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, bucking her hips into her hands.

Imagine one of them underneath you, one of them in between your legs, and one of them standing over your head, craning your neck just so with their strong hands, just so they can perfectly line your mouth up with your throat.

A throaty, husky moan left her throat, and she stared down at her hands. Her back arch as she found her button and gave it a squeeze, biting down on her wrist as she fought her libido and lust for motor control. She couldn't. It all felt too good, and that final fantasy was just enough to push her into not caring. She imagined Applebuck staring down at her with his disarming smile, showing off the dimples in his cheeks. All the while she was gagging as his hips thrusted into her face. She could almost taste his thickness. When her eyes fluttered open, she found two fingers lodged in her mouth, and she was lavishing them with attention from her tongue. It was difficult, but she managed to pry her hand away with a small shiver as her fingers left a small strand of spit connected to her lips. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. She was so close. So close to feeling the knot in her stomach burst, and flood her senses with bright thunderclaps of pure pleasure.

A simple movement was all it took. She angled her fingers in just the right way, felt her palm rub a certain bundle of nerves while her fingers hooked around to catch another. Her back arched completely off the bed, almost in a horseshoe as everything became overwhelmingly sensitive all at once. She could feel the silky bedsheets underneath her, caressing her like a pool. She could feel her toes curl so much that it felt painful, and she felt her muscles each contract and relax with the release in turn, as her body writhed and thrashed under her own careful touch.

One of her hands ran through her hair, gripping it in a mixture of frustration and satisfaction. While she had satisfied some small part of her, a much larger part now wanted to see those fantasies fulfilled. Now, instead of a simple longing, she had a burning curiosity mixed in with it. Such a potent combination was not conducive to her long-term sanity. If she didn't find a way to either get rid of these urges, or see them through, she would likely lose her mind.

Tiara's other hand would not obey her commands, and she didn't want it to at the moment. She continued to tease herself with it, swirling it around her lips and ever so slightly thrusting it inside, just enough to make her chest heave with need once again.

See? Can't even keep your hands away can you? the tiny voice came back, but it was much more manageable now.

Diamond ripped her hand out of her shorts and underwear as though it suddenly burned her. "I need a shower."

A cold shower!