Hefty (Big Boys)

by Jessa Kane

Zach is my type. Although, there is no one like him. So maybe that’s not the correct term. Zach O’Meara is my person. My it. My dream man.

“You’re the head cheerleader. Of course you’re going to the homecoming dance.” Ask me. Ask me, please. I’ll never wish for anything ever again.

I wait for Zach to give me his speech. The same one he gives me every time he drops me off. The one that makes me feel safe and cared for, even if he’s just being polite. “Lock the door,” he says. “Stay inside until your parents get home.” My heart lifts. “’kay.”

“You don’t want to sit with your friends?” “You are my friend.” There’s a pause. “I-I mean…aren’t you?” “Of course I am,” I say gruffly.

“Hey, Jilly Beans.” I tip her chin up to make sure I have her attention. “You don’t have to do a damn thing until you’re ready.” “What if I am ready?” she whispers, sounding out of breath. “For sex.” Christ. My cock throbs, producing moisture at the tip.

“Maybe you don’t trust me.” I snare her wrist. And in doing so, I accidentally let go of the hem of my shirt. Her eyes dart to my lap. Of course they do. My embarrassingly large dick is stretching the nylon crotch of my football pants so thin, you can make out the veins, the ridges, the spot of semen I couldn’t hold back.

Never in a million years do I expect her to touch it. “Zach,” she breathes, squeezing my cock in her little hand, sliding her palm up and down the thick ridge. Fondling me. “Y-you do want to…to experiment with me?”

But my first instinct is always to protect her, so I turn my body slightly, blocking her from view of anyone who might venture to the back of the bus. I reach down and blindly pull a sweatshirt from her cheerleading bag, positioning it over my lap and she strokes me underneath it, her hand working me through the nylon. And I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t fucking believe it.

Eyes glassy, she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Can I put my hand inside your pants?” Oh my God. “Yes,” I choke out. “But I’m going to…I-I’m going to…” “Come?” she breathes, delving her hand inside the nylon and gripping my bare shaft.

“Does it feel good?” she asks against my shoulder. “So good,” I say in a burst, sweat breaking out on my forehead. “Ahh baby. Faster.” “Baby,” she echoes dreamily, beating me off quicker, quicker, precome greasing her palm. “Can you kiss me while I’m touching you?”

At least, that’s what my instinct tells me. I probably haven’t tried to kiss her, because the whole possibility of her wanting my lips on hers has always seemed unfathomable. But with my balls growing tighter, fuller, and the impossible already taking place, I turn my head, dip down and seal our mouths together. She whimpers in her throat, her hand briefly pausing on my cock, before continuing with her perfect, perfect pumps.

As soon as I’m picturing her cheerleading skirt hiked up, her pussy out in the open, invitation in her eyes, the come erupts from the head of my cock. Fuckohfuckohfuck. I have to tear my mouth away from her sweet, beautiful one and throw my back up against the seat, hips rolling into her grip, doing everything I can to keep from moaning. “I’m sorry,” I bite out. “I c-can’t stop…”

“Um. I’m spending the night at your house tomorrow night. A few of us girls are.” She chews her lip, appearing to work up some courage. The toes of her white sneakers are climbing over each other, her body shifting side to side. “Maybe we can do m-more…exploring?”

“I’ll be exploring you next time, Jill,” I say hoarsely. Her kiss-swollen lips puff open, a tremble passing through her.

“And it’s a good thing you told me, so I can cover for you if you go sneaking around later.” “My face is pink again, isn’t it?” She laughs. “Magenta.”

“I just came in here to get a soda.” “Oh.” He ducks his head and steps away from the fridge. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was in your way.” “I lied,” I blurt. “I came in here to see you.” The gutsy girl from last night is back! And not a moment too soon. Zach tucks his tongue into his cheek to temper a smile. “Came in here to see you, too.”

“Do you like hanging out with me, Zach?” He swallows hard. “Obviously a little too much.” I push up on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, “Nothing little about it.”

“But if you still want to…explore, I would be grateful to be the one who does it with you.” I almost catapult into a back handspring. “Yes, please.” Zach seems a little surprised by my quick agreement, but slowly recovers. “I have a few rules, though. To protect you.” Of course he does, this knight in shining armor.

“Those are the the same three schools I applied to, Zach.” I close my eyes. “They are?” Of course they are. Because I’m a glutton for punishment. I will absolutely follow Jill to college and protect her from the shadows, even if it means watching her meet other guys. I don’t have any other way of existing. I exist to guard her and love her. That’s what I do.

“That’s some bullshit, Jillian Harding.” Her mouth drops open at my use of her full name.

“I was thinking about what you said. About guys talking about parts of my anatomy…” A growl curls my lip. It’s out before I can stop it. “I put them in line for you, baby.” “I know.” She leans her body against mine, urging me backwards, and while she doesn’t have the strength to move me, I let her.

“I won’t repeat the nasty shit they said,” I pant. “No, I had a feeling you wouldn’t.” She takes my hand again, bringing it around the front of her. No, she’s not…she’s not going to…but she does. She cups my hand between her thighs, all of that moist, girlish softness filling my palm—Jesus—and I tighten my grip without thinking. It’s just instinct. Her pussy has always been mine, at least in my head, and my hand moves on its own. “Yes, Zach,” she moans, grinding on my lap. “They might have said nasty things about my body, but…you’re the only one who’ll ever see it. Touch it.”

“Is this what you came in here for, baby? You needed me to take care of you?” In the mirror’s reflection, I watch her back arch. Watch her throw her thighs wider, draping them over mine, opening her pussy to my gaze, my touch. Goddamn, she’s incredible. An angel that’s been cursed with a budding sex drive and I’m the chosen one who’s lucky enough to relieve her. “I’ll service this little pink cunt of yours. Day or night.” And I don’t know why I do it, but I slap her pussy. I slap it twice.

Before I can temper my own actions, I’m throwing Jill face down on the bed and pinning her down with my considerable weight, pumping my cock into the split of her ass, humping her through my sweatpants, grunting and groaning into her hair.

“I’ll wreck this pretty little cheerleader ass. I’ll fucking wreck it.”

“Zach?” I trail my fingers up and down her spine. Man, she’s soft. Everywhere. “Yeah, Jilly Beans?” She looks up at me through her eyelashes, leans up and French kisses me slowly, wetly until my cock starts to stiffen again.

“We’re going to break your third rule,” she whispers right against my mouth. “Just thought you should know.”

“Oh my God, Jill, baby, are you okay? Are you?” “Yes. I’m fine.” His hands shake, hesitating over my bloody knee. “Jesus. I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t find you. I thought…” He shakes his head vigorously. “What the fuck happened?”

“It could have been worse. You’re getting checked anyway.” “It’s really not—” “Please don’t argue with me. I just…I really need to know you’re okay.”

“I come to your rescue because…” I clear my throat. “You’re my Jilly Beans.” Her lips, soft from crying, puff open. Leaning down to kiss her is natural as breathing. The only possibility.

“How long do we have until she comes back?” Jill breathes against my mouth. “Baby, we can’t go any further than this.” This is what I say, but my fingers are twisting the buttons free at the neckline of her dress so I can squeeze her little bare tits.

She presses them into my hands and I fondle those supple mounds greedily. “I need you,” she says, voice low. “Please.” I barely trap a groan. “How?” Her whisper is almost inaudible. “Inside me.”

“You’re injured,” I say, walking her backward until she’s trapped between me and the wall. “You’re a virgin.” Our fingers collide in a rush to yank down her panties. “This isn’t good enough for you. Stop me, Jill. Stop me.” She takes my hand and guides it between her thighs, pressing my fingers into the slick folds of her pussy. “No.” She slides my touch up and back.

“Feel how bad I need you?” “Yes. Jesus,” I pant, finding her clit with my middle and index finger, rubbing it in firm circles, gratified when she has to cling to my T-shirt in response, her mouth open and whimpering on my shoulder. “We don’t have long. We have to be quiet.” “I know.” Her exhale is bumpy. “But I can’t wait.” “Fuck, baby. Neither can I.” I unzip my jeans, pushing them, along with my briefs down to my ankles where they rest on my boots.

“Tell me you’re sure.” “I’m so sure.”

“No screaming. Don’t make a sound,” I rasp, guiding the tip of my shaft to her opening and finding it quivering, drenched. Christ. She’s practically shaking with the need to be fucked. My body reacts to her obvious need on instinct, driving my swollen inches into her firmly, watching her eyes go blind as I slowly impale her to the wall. Oh. Oh fuck. My eyes roll back in my head, mouth falling open.

“Does it hurt, baby?” “A little, but…” Her eyes jog over my face. “I’m so happy, I barely feel the pain.” She bites her lip and constricts her inner walls, producing a strangled sound from my throat. “Fuck me, Zach.”

“Such a hungry pussy you’ve been hiding under that little cheerleading skirt, huh, baby? All those innocent smiles at the crowd, shaking your pompoms. When you really just wanted to drop your panties for me, let me bang you raw.”

“Oh m-my God. More.” “Yeah, I know.” I grit my teeth against her ear, rifling into her snug hole, my balls tightening, tightening. “I know what you need. You need me to tell you what a hot little fuck you are. You need me to tell you I’ve been jerking off in my bedroom to your giggles for years.”

“I shouldn’t let you come inside me,” she whispers, in a way that says she wants the opposite. Our eyes lock and I see the thrill there. The eagerness. And I respond, “Maybe you don’t have a choice, baby. I couldn’t pull out of this tight fucking kitty if I tried.”

“Beautiful girl. Sweet, sweet girl. You felt so good. So perfect.” “So did you.” “Are you okay? No pain?” “Just a twinge, but it’s nothing compared to how good it felt.” She looks up at my, her eyes luminous. “Zach—” There’s a brisk knock on the bathroom door.

Every single smile Jill has ever given me suddenly looks different. Now instead of just seeing a sweet girl being friendly to the big boy, I see the hope in her eyes. I see her knuckles turning white around her backpack straps and her stuttering my name. I see her running to catch up with me after football games when she could have been with her popular friends.

“Did I…lose her?” I choke out. Harper hesitates. “I don’t know.”

Pretty much what I’ve done every night this week, but I can’t help but shed a few extra tears tonight for homecoming. What a magical night it might have been if Zach asked me to go. Although I would be just as happy to share a Coke with him in the school cafeteria at this point. I miss him so much, I can’t eat or sleep. Sure, I’ve been seeing him at school, but it hurts just to be in his presence knowing he doesn’t want me.

“He doesn’t want to go with me. He doesn’t even like me! I’m just his sister’s airhead friend.” “Jill…” my mother prompts again. “Why does he have to be so beautiful?” I roll over onto my stomach and release a torrent of tears into the pillow. “Why do I have to love him so much? It hurts so bad.” My bedroom door closes and I cry all the harder for being deserted by my own mother.

Enough that I roll onto my side and peek out from behind the lapels of my robe… And there’s Zach, lying on his side next to me. In a tuxedo. My breath comes to a standstill inside my lungs. But it’s not the first time I’ve imagined this happening. Zach has never looked at me like this, either. With his heart in his eyes.

“You’re not really here,” I whisper. “Yes, I am.” I shake my head. “Please stop crying, Jilly Beans,” he says hoarsely. “Can’t.” “How am I going to take you to homecoming if you don’t stop?” “You can’t take me because I’m imagining you.”

Zach’s rocky exhale drifts over my face and I frown. That’s definitely the first time one of my fantasies has included sensory features. And I’m still marveling over it when Zach scoots closer on the bed, until we’re right up against each other. He takes my hand and places it over his heart. I gasp at the way it flies, seemingly at a thousand beats per minute, slamming ...

“I’m so sorry, Jill.” His voice catches. “I’m so sorry. Jesus, you just said…you called me beautiful? And said you love me? Please understand. I never, ever could have believed that, Jill. I’ve always known you were out of my league. You are. I’ve known it since we met and…by keeping you at a distance, I think I was protecting myself from too much pain. Living without being yours was painful enough already. And I fucked up. I fucked u...

“I do love you. I meant that. It feels like it’s going to burst out of me all the time.” His eyelids drift shut. “I’m never going to get used to you saying things like that. God.”