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Regina shoved the door closed, resting her arm against the only barrier between her and the rest of the party. She could still make out Maroon 5 from Adam Lavigne's muffled whines that continued seeping through the bathroom door. Anything to get away from those bimbos. Karen wasn’t so bad. The solitary brain cell knocking about her thick skull couldn't be helped. It was motor-mouth Gretchen who had to fill every silence. Regina couldn’t trust her to not say something moronic in front of Aaron Samuels. Urgh. Samuels.
It was obvious he’d been avoiding her. Any time she’d get near, brush her arm accidentally against his, he’d pretend to not notice and laugh at Shane’s corny jokes. It was Cady's fault. Of course, she's obsessed! That was going to change. He was my boyfriend. And I was half a virgin when I met him!
She scrunched her eyes tight, feeling a silent scream bubble within her chest. And they’re wearing their football kits. It’s not a costume if you wear it every day after school —!
The shower curtain pulled back, and it made Regina jump out of her skin. “Heffley!”
She watched her lanky classmate step out of the empty porcelain bathtub, his grin as wide as her scowl was deep. Rodrick wore a crumpled floral shirt under a red leather jacket that matched his dishevelled black hair and general unkemptness.
“What are you doing here? You weren’t invited,” she hissed.
He eyed her off from her white cotton ears down to her black stilettos. “Didn’t anyone tell you this was a costume party?” He smirked, proud of that one.
“And what are you supposed to be?”
Rodrick tipped his sunnies down the bridge of his nose to reveal a red bloom over his cheekbone. He was so close to her. All she could focus on were his big brown eyes, so dark and they looked like black holes that could suck her in at any moment. “Come on. Tyler? You don’t see it?”
“The movie about the skitzos that start a cult?”
“You don’t get it,” he shrugged, leather creaked as he folded his arms across his chest. He lent in, “I can go slow.”
Her ears warmed at his words, but she wasn’t going to let him have it.
“You are slow,” Regina rolled her eyes, the rhinestones glued to her lids threatening to pop off. She turned for the mirror over the sink, scanning her makeup, making sure her tits still popped out the top of her corset and pretending to fix her lip gloss. She was well aware he was watching her now.
Rodrick had been on her radar since the start of semester. She caught him staring at her ass in her new low rise jeans last Friday and he had the nerve to linger! Aaron didn’t seem to notice her at all. Not since little Miss Jungle Freak arrived. No, she was reduced to the wannabe garage band van driving gooner. Grunge, burn out, freak — Jeez. Maybe I like it.
She'd be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about bouncing on Rodrick’s lap behind a drumkit while he thrummed her clit to the rhythm of Mutt by Blink-182. But you couldn’t torture that out of Regina George.
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She ignored Rodrick's reflection slowly invading her view as she preened her fringe and touched up her false lashes. He felt the heat of her statuesque body first, then took hold of the sink basin, making sure to caress her hips before encircling her. He made a point to not touch her otherwise.
He’d been about to light it up in the bathtub, but just his luck, the hottest girl in school walked in. He didn’t even realise she was at the party. If he had, he wouldn't have let her out of his sight. Regina George was a sex fantasy in a playboy costume and fishnets.
This was his chance. The Rock Gods smiled on him at this moment. He was not going to fuck this up.
“You haven’t told me to leave,” he said, his breath tickling Regina’s bare shoulders.
“Fine,” she smiled, fake and plastic. “Take your Goodwill jacket and Marilyn Manson eyeliner and fuck. Off.”
Rodrick felt the blood drain from his brain and shoot South. He gripped the sink tighter. “I like it when you’re mean.” He hoped she couldn’t hear the desperation in his voice.
Regina’s eyes were cold and unyielding, boring into his own through the mirror. He didn’t dare look away as he lowered his chin to her shoulder, lips hovering, waiting. “Can I kiss you here?”
“I’ll tell you what you can kiss,” she spat. He struggled to keep his hips from grinding against her ass. Her little cotton tail begging to be ruined. Even with his arms surrounding her, his body so close to hers, she knew she could leave at any time. He was an utter sucker for Regina.
“I’ll do anything,” Rodrick pressed his forehead into Regina’s hair, inhaling her shampoo and vanilla body spray. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything.”
“Take those cheap sunglasses off,” she started.
Rodrick discarded the red tinted shades and they clattered into the bathtub.
“Now, on your knees, loser,” she turned to watch him bend at the knees, his body still upright. Even from this position, his long lanky build meant his eye-line still met Regina’s chest. He watched her, his chin tilted in defiance but Rodrick knew he really would do anything she commanded. “I like it when you’re obedient.” Is this a dream? Or is Regina George actually domming me?
Regina lent against the sink, the basin pressed into the small of her back, one hand on her hip and her smile a little more genuine.
“Cock out. Go on. I want to see what shrivelled little dick you’re working with.”
Beneath the fake blood smeared on his cheek, Rodrick’s face burnt. He swallowed hard.
"Let's see it," she prompted.
He unbuckled his jeans, fingers finding the button, the zipper, his boxers, thank god I found clean ones, and found his stiff cock. They won’t be for long.
He was completely exposed and already painfully hard. This is humiliating.
Rodrick didn’t miss the smallest hitch of Regina’s breath. That was probably all the praise he’d get. He refrained from assuring her it wasn’t at full size yet. But judging by the hunger in her eyes, she was impressed enough.
“Stroke. It.”
So he did, gripping his cock in his hand he began to jerk himself off.
“Show me how you pull your dick when you’re all alone, you depraved fuck.”
He yanked fiercely, cheeks, ears and knob burning. He didn’t know if he was more aroused or embarrassed as his literal wet dream watched him jerk off on the floor of J.V. jock’s bathroom.
"You're a virgin aren't you? What kind of girl would want to sleep with a dirtbag like you?" She laughed, "Oh my god." And his eyes snapped open to hers, twinkling icy blue, her dainty hand covering her mouth, “you’re really enjoying this. You’re a horny little freak.” She laughed again, a spine tingling effect that made Rodrick hate himself for how turned on he was.
Now his cock was full mast, throbbing at every pull as she taunted him. He held out his free hand to stabalise himself against her soft thigh, followed by his warm face. Her skin was cool against his. Oh she was wet. Her panties had grown dark from her own arousal. He pressed his nose between her legs which made her yelp and jump up against the sink. Taking advantage of her surprise, Rodrick went to town on her cunt, slobbering over the black panty of her costume, all the while stroking himself into oblivion. He wished she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
Not in a million years did he ever dream he’d be nose deep in Regina’s cunt. Every little moan escaping her lips made his dick twitch. “You’re so hot,” he breathed. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
"You. Fucking. Wish. Loser," she breathed, head against the mirror. He must be doing something right.
Rodrick’s movements became erratic, wild, he no longer had control of what his tongue was doing. Oh no.
She gripped his hair, ripping him off her. His chin shone with spit and her slick.
“Don’t!” She hissed, yanking his hand away from his purple pulsing cock. “Did you really think I’d let you cum?”
“Please.” God I’m so close. Pre-cum beaded at the head of his cock. He hadn’t even gotten past Regina’s panties and he was frothing to cum over her slutty little bodysuit.
“Don’t fucking touch it.”
He watched as Regina hooked two fingers into her black panties, her own arousal soaking her leotard and fishnets. Oh God. She pulled them out, her slick coating her fingers. Her lips curled into something more devious as she reached the floor, knees between his.
“You’ll cum how I want you to cum.”
His cock stood at attention desperate to be touched but his mind was foggy and he couldn't form the words to ask.
Rodrick tracked her hand as she grazed her lathered fingertip along the upside of his shaft and over the head. It was a swift movement that sent a wave of heat from his balls to his knob. Regina eyed his cock bounce at the sensitivity, her smile mean. Oh shh– It was gentler than the breath of a butterfly wing but it scorched Rodrick from the inside.
She ran her finger up again, and said in a low, husky voice, “You’re a freaky”. Oh Jesus. Then again, “Wimpy”. I’m going cum untouched.
“Pleaseletmecum,” he whimpered. The pressure in his balls was almost painful.
“Loser,” she swiped again, then pinned down his hands, leaving his cock to pulsate of its own volition as he bucked hips wildly.
He whined as he tried to stroke his cock but couldn’t move. His mind went feral as his orgasm steamrolled through. His cock spasmed against thin air, cum racing from his balls and escaping in tight squirts. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Rodrick’s balls continued to ache from the ruined orgasm. Fuck. She’s mean.
He lolled back but Regina took hold of his jaw in one manicured hand, “you’re pretty on your knees.”
“So you agree?” He smiled, delirious but still smug that she even deigned to touch his cock for the two seconds of blissful torture. “You think I’m pretty.”
A comet crossed Regina’s eyes, a flash that sobered her up more than Rodrick’s post nut clarity. She went cold. Hard. And her plastic smile was wretched.
“I don’t think about you ever.” She jerked his face back and rose from her crouch. All he heard was the sound of her heels clacking along the tiles and the thud of the door closing behind.
“Ouch.”
Rodrick shoved his bits back into his pants and made a haphazard attempt at straightening his shirt. His hair was gloriously dishevelled. At any rate it looked like he was thoroughly fucked.
That was when a wave of nausea rocked through Rodrick low in his belly. She just saw me hump the air like a touch starved lunatic.
She did that to me. And … I liked it.
He unscrunched his face and gave himself a firm smack across his jaw. “It doesn’t matter. You were into it. And she was definitely into it until you opened your idiot mouth. Now get out there and make sure there’s a next time.”
The music was absorbed by the carpeted second floor but was well and truly blasting when Rodrick rejoined the party downstairs. He shouldered past scantily dressed girls wearing something he’s only seen in his porn mags and the guys clearly went above and beyond in their jeans and polos. The corridor was congested with couples making out or talking animatedly, animal ears bobbing, sloshing their drinks and taking hold of each other. Red solo cups crunched beneath his feet as he rounded the corner and walked head first into a cloud of white. It turned around, revealing a pale face and rotten rubber teeth.
“Oh! That’s sick,” he said, throwing a sign of the horns to the zombie bride.
“Fanks!” She replied. The girl opened her mouth to say more but something caught her attention behind Rodrick and he instinctively looked over his shoulder. He wished he hadn’t.
Across the room stood a mean little playboy bunny, her spindly fingers interwoven in some jock's hair. Rodrick could have sworn Regina glanced at him, for a split second, before she pulled the jock into a deep kiss.
Sweat prickled his neck and his face burnt at the sight. Had she not told him dirty things in the bathroom, not, ten minutes ago? Not let him ravage her pussy over her panties? And not forced the most diabolically charged orgasm of his life?
He squirmed at the memory of the sounds he made in front of Regina. It made his stomach flip again for good measure. It wasn’t all for show then. She must really think that little of him. It was vulnerable and erotic, and God it was Regina Fucking George. If he was to win over a goddess like her, he’d have to play mean too.
Rodrick must have been staring for a long time because when Regina finally broke her kiss, the girl in the wedding dress was gone. It was best he made for the exit too, before he looked any more pathetic than he already did.