Better the Bully You Know

Wham! Pain, dizziness, and shame. Those are the sensations filling your mind at the moment and you have no problem with that since you know its proper punishment. Here you are, knocked to the ground, in nothing but your boxers with what’s sure to be a sizable bruise growing on your cheek. Standing over you is none other than Flash Sentry, surrounded by his personal goon squad. You rub your cheek and look up at the angered sports player as he leered down at you. “You know, you’ve got some serious nerve coming back here empty handed, which also shows how much brass you have to show back up without my video camera!” he barks angrily at you. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Look, you can get mad and beat me up all you want,” I groaned as I slowly got back up to my feet. “I don’t care. I’m not gonna sell out a few pictures of Gilda to save my own ass. So, if you got a problem with that, then go ahead, take your shot.”

You stare him dead in the eye, meaning every word of what you said; despite how brave you sounded, your body was slightly trembling. If he got serious and pounded on you, it meant you’d probably be spending some time in the hospital. That is if anyone managed to find you. Being in a secluded part of the school meant it was doubtful anyone would be coming to your rescue. Still, at least you could go out with a clean conscious. That’s something. Flash lunges at you, pressing his forearm against your neck, pinning you forcefully against the wall behind you, nearly choking you between the two. “Well, well, look who grew some backbone. Too bad, I’m probably gonna have to bust it up along with your face.”

Flash pulls back his other fist and you close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable, “I don’t think so, chump.”

That all too familiar voice, scratchy and full of rebellion. You’d know it anywhere. Your eyes snap open to see both you and Flash looking at your beautiful savor, Gilda. She’s holding Flash by his arm, keeping him from executing his assault. Her expression of sheer annoyance and anger contrasting against his look of honest shock and fear. “Let him go,” she growls at him sternly.

Flash complies, his eyes not leaving hers as he loosens his grip and releases you. Once you’re free you rush over to Gilda’s side. “Here,” she holds up her free hand to give you your clothes.

You’re somewhat speechless as you simply take them in your hand. Gilda then grabs Flash by the collar of his shirt and pushes forward until he’s now pinned against the wall. “So, you’re the one that sent him in there to do your dirty work, huh? Tell me, not so fun when someone bigger and stronger than you has you by the short and curly’s, right?”

Flash simply shakes his head feverishly in response.

“Then listen and listen good, Ass Sentry, he’s with me now,” she jerks her head toward you. “I catch you or any of your dumbass flunkies anywhere near him. Well, let’s just say the emergency room is gonna have a hard time finding a specialist to remove your head from your ass with your helmet on. Got it!”

He nods fiercely and Gilda lets him go. “Oh, and I’m guessing this is yours,” she added, pulling out his camera from her back pocket. “Want it back?”

He nods slowly. Gilda tosses it at him, but it’s a little too high. As he goes to catch it and it falls in view of his face Gilda quickly winds up her right arm and throws a punch. Her fist connects with the camera as she continues to follow through and punches the camera directly into his face. She rides the momentum and slams his head against the concrete wall behind him. You wince as you watch him crumble to the ground. The camera, now completely busted falls to the ground, revealing Flash’s broken nose and unconscious face. Gilda then reaches down and grabs him by his collar and tosses him to his group of friends, all of which you didn’t notice before since they were groaning and scattered on the ground. “Take him and get lost, losers. Now!”

Hearing her bark like that brought them out of their beaten stupor. They quickly got to their feet, two of them grabbing Flash by his shoulders and hobbling off, leaving you and Gilda alone. “Y-You…came to help me?”

“You sound surprised,” she looked at you with a raised brow. “You gonna get dressed or what?”

You look back down at your near naked form, remembering your lack of clothing. After a few quick moments, you've fully dressed once again. “Well, yeah, I-I am surprised. How did you find me?”

“You didn’t dry yourself down too well. I managed to follow your wet footprints,” she told me.

She was right, you still felt pretty damp, if some of the wet spots forming around your clothing weren’t any real indication. “Oh…well, thanks, Gilda. I really appreciate it,” you smile at her. “So, you’re not mad at me for…”

“For plowing me senseless,” she scoffed with a smirk. “You kiddin’, far from it. That was incredible. You were a beast, never knew you had in yah.”

“Gee, thanks,” you blush.

“C’mon, I’ll walk yah home,” she gestured you to follow as she started walking.

You quickly hurry and walk in time beside her, a number of nagging feelings eating away at you. “Um, Gilda, I gotta ask. Did you...mean what you said back there, about protecting me?”

“Of course,” she answered simply, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into her side. “Can’t have Flash and his flunkies damaging my new fuck buddy.”

“Say what now?”

“You didn’t think you could pound me like that and not make it a regular thing?” she smirked down at you.

“No, but…you…I…”

“Look,” she squeezed you tightly to her side, her breast pressing against your cheek. “Did…you mean all those things you said before. You know, about thinking I was beautiful and stuff?”

“Well…yeah,” you answer honestly, a blush forming on your cheeks.

“I…I’ve never had a guy say those kinda things to me, so…it meant a lot. And, if I’m bein’ honest here, I do…like you,” she confessed, a slight blush on her cheeks, “But I’m not sure if we’re good as a couple, at least not yet.”

“Then, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, we start out slow for now, you know, test the waters as fuck buddies first, see where it goes,” she said with a shrug.

“You consider being fuck buddies “starting out slow”?” you raised a brow in confusion.

“Why not,” she shrugs, “you know what they say. Sexual compatibility is the most important part of a relationship. After that fuck session, I’d say we’re pretty compatible. So, we’ll take it from there. Don’t worry, nothing ’ll change all that much. You’re still my tutor, but from now on we’ll either be doing at your place or mine. Usually which ever gives us more privacy…for obvious reasons. Plus, we can hang out, get to know each other better.”

“Wow, um…I don’t know, Gilda,” you stammer in uncertainty.

“C’mon, don’t wuss out on me now,” she groaned as she separated from you. She moves in front of you and faces you with her hands on her hips. “What happened to that guy that was rutting me like a beast? The guy that stood up for himself against Flash to protect me? I like those sides of you and I’d like to see more of 'em.”

A slight moral war raged within you. You liked Gilda, there was no denying it there. You wanted to be her boyfriend, not just some guy she called for a quick fling. But she does seem genuinely interested in you. In her own way, this is her giving you a chance to prove yourself. Just like before, you’re not sure why but you don’t want to let Gilda down. Once again, something about this girl stokes a primal fire within you, calling you to answer her challenge. “Alright, Gilda, I’m game if you are.” You answer, your voice brimming with confidence.

“Atta boy, don’t worry, I’ll make a man outta you yet,” she grins at you, “now, let’s seal the deal.”

Before you react, the rebel leaned forward and claimed your lips with her own. Your body tenses in surprise as her soft lips press against yours. The kiss isn’t as intimate as the ones you shared prior, but it’s still pleasant and sweet. She pulls away, licking her lips with an almost giddy smile on her face, looking at your shocked expression. “Okay…what was that about?”

“I told you, it was to seal the deal,” she half turned from you. “It was also thanks.”

“For what?”

“For making my first time so exciting,” she muttered as she turned and started walking.

You feel your face practically catch fire while your eyes threaten to pop from your head, “Wait, what did you say?”

“C’mon, Dweeb, I don’t like hanging around school any longer than I hafta,” she told you, ignoring your question as she continues to walk.

“I keep telling you that’s not my name,” you groan as you chase after her.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you try fucking me so hard I remember it. Right now, all I can remember is how good your dick feels.” she chuckled back at me.

“Maybe I will,” you smirk as you catch up to her. “Hell, maybe I’ll make you call me “Daddy” instead.”

“Ha, I’d love to see that,” she grins down at me. “Bring it on, Twerp. Any time. Anywhere.”

Urgh, this girl, she just can’t resist a challenge, you groan to yourself. Although, I can’t say I don’t like that about her.