David and Jess Ch. 06

This story is entirely fictitious. All names and likenesses are fabricated, and all characters depicted are over the age of 18.

This story is multiple pages / chapters, and involves elements of romance and erotica.

(Thank you everyone for reading. I never expected my story to be so well received. This story has been my first attempt at erotic literature, and I appreciate everyone's support. There should be one more chapter left in this series before I am done. Thank you again!)

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Chapter Six:

By some miraculous intervention of providence, I awoke the next morning without the usual debilitating hangover that accompanied drinking. Despite this, my stomach felt unsettled. The previous night was still fresh in my mind. Though it hadn't been all bad, I knew my life would never be the same. I just had to endure a few more days until the Thanksgiving break started. It was a daunting hurdle, and one I wished I could avoid. I began my daily routine with begrudging acceptance. There was no changing what had happened.

I deviated slightly from my usual attire. I still wore the same brand of skinny jeans that I always did, but opted for a tighter fit women's cut v-neck shirt on top. It was funny how such a small change shifted my entire dynamic. There was no doubt in my mind that the whole school already knew my secret, so I figured I would steer into the skid and face things head on. I changed out my piercings for a purple heart shaped set my sister had gotten for me years back. I had rarely worn them, as my sister had originally purchased them as a joke, but they seemed fitting now.

I carefully brushed my shoulder length brunette hair, tucking it behind my ear on one side. With the emergency kit my sister had provided the night before, and some skills I had picked up along the way, I applied a thin layer of eyeliner and some cherry lip balm. The effect was subtle up close, though almost indiscernible at a distance. I opted to use my canvas messenger bag rather than my usual over the shoulder backpack. My sister, as well as a few others, had teased that it made me look like an experimental college lesbian, so I hadn't worn it in years.

I began my walk to school, doing my best to manage the bubbling anxiety that threatened to overwhelm me from within. As I entered the school grounds I could already feel the stares. Our school had no openly transgender students, and the few that had deviating sexuality were generally closeted. Our student base was not particularly open minded, and the few that had been outed were met with ridicule and even physical abuse. It wasn't something people talked about, it just sort of happened and everyone looked the other way.

I arrived at my locker, which had been battered. Someone had vandalized it with a with bright red sharpie, reading 'fag'. What a depressing trope. How incredibly blasé and woefully uninspired. I opened it without reacting, taking my books out. Someone had poured water through the opening, soaking a few of the textbooks within. I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued without hesitation. My first class passed without much issue. The other's gossiped heavily within earshot, a few going so far as to jeer openly. Nothing I couldn't handle.

On my way to second period I was stopped in the hall by a few jock types, including Aaron from the night prior. Here we go. "Sup tranny," he began, thinking himself awfully clever in his greeting.

I overtly rolled my eyes with a sigh. "This halfwit cretin." Shit, did I say that out loud? I was fairly tall, though Aaron was a few inches above me. My build was small and dainty when compared to his muscle-bound bulk. I had participated in numerous sports, though you could not guess by first glance. From middle school up until mid highschool I had regularly taken gymnastics, tennis, and the martial arts. I was reasonably quick on my feet, and far from defenseless, but if it came to a fight I could hardly take all three of them.

"The fuck did you just say?" He growled angrily, upset that I did not show due appreciation for the insult he had likely spent all morning formulating.

"Should I have used smaller words?" I snarked in return. I really did have a habit of shooting my mouth off at the worst times. Though in recent years I had not experienced it as often, I was used to bullying. I learned to manage it with biting witticism and a mean right hook.

"Are you calling me stupid?!" He lunged forward imposingly. I flinched slightly. Despite my more calm exterior, my body urged me to flee.

At least he was smart enough to know he was being insulted. "You said it, not me." Before I had time to react, he swept forward, his fist coming in contact with my sternum. I stumbled backwards, the air knocked from me. Jesus he was faster than I thought. I gasped violently as I caught my breath. The other meat heads at his side cheered approvingly.

"Wanna say that again?"

"You're just pissed because bursa escort your fragile heterosexuality couldn't handle watching me kiss Viv," I spouted off, my anger having overcome my caution and hesitation. A crowd had begun to gather along the edge of the halls. The other's looked on, silently observing my plight.

"Dream on. I'm not interested in a faggot like you."

"You're right, must've been chapstick. That two inch lump in your pants was too big to be your cock."

Aaron's eyes went wild with rage. He swung again, though I was ready this time. I sidestepped it, but his friend managed to catch me in the side. His fist connected with my kidney, causing a blinding pain to radiate throughout my body. I lost my footing and hit the wall. I heard a few gasps from the crowd, but no one came to my aid.

"I appreciate you going easy on me," I hissed at them, "but it's rude to hit a girl. That's why I won't swing back." I really was digging my grave on this one. I took a punch to the jaw, my head ricocheting off of the concrete wall at my side. My head was ringing from the resounding blow, and I was starting to get dizzy. I slid to the floor, no longer able to support myself.

"No more jokes huh?" I shook my head. I figured any more encouragement and I'd end up dead, so I kept my mouth shut. That didn't stop one of them from kicking me in the ribs once more for good measure. I cried out in pain, it was becoming hard to breath. It didn't feel like anything broke, but I was sure bruised to hell. Someone finally spoke up from the crowd.

"Someone called the teachers, you better leave her alone."

The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was the girl rushing to my side. I woke up some time later, somewhere I didn't recognize. I felt like shit. My entire body ached.

"You shouldn't have encouraged them," a voice stated. I nodded agreement, my vision still blurry. Was I in a bathroom? I was propped up in a corner, stalls to my left. Moreover, was I in the girls bathroom? I tried to stand, but my legs could not support me. "Hold still. The nurse will be here soon. We dragged you in here, figured the boys wouldn't follow."

We? My vision was begining to clear and I saw two other girls behind the one speaking. "Thanks," I wheezed weakly. The first girl wiped a damp cloth across my lip and chin. It came back covered in blood.

"I don't know if you're brave or stupid," another girl noted, "but we couldn't let them keep doing that to you." I recognized her voice as the one who spoke up for me. Strangely, it was the girl who trailed along at Kaitlyn's side. She was a small blonde girl with short cropped hair. We weren't well aquatinted, as she was often soft spoken and rarely socialized.

"Definitely the latter," I replied. I still didn't know who the other two girls were. "Thanks for stepping in."

The nurse burst through the door, panting for breath. "Is that her?" She asked, nudging past the others.

"Hey miss Westheimer," I greeted groggily.

"Jessie?" She asked incredulously. We were duly familiar, and I was probably the last person she was expecting. I must've been a sore sight, judging by the intense pity on her face. I repeated my thanks to the girls in the bathroom as I hobbled off, supported by the nurse's arm.

She laid me on one of the infirmary beds and looked me over. She apologized for not being there in time, as she had not been scheduled to come in until second period. Holy shit. I was laying there for an entire hour? I wonder if David had heard. Certainly the whole school knew by now. Fortunately I had no broken bones, as I had suspected.

My curiosities about David were soon sated as he burst through the door, running to my side. By this point I had gotten a look at myself in the mirror. My jaw was decorated with a large purple bruise, as we're my ribs and abdomen. My lip was also split open as well, though the bleeding had long since stopped. I loathed having him see me in my current condition, though I was grateful for his presence. The nurse had me take off my shirt earlier to inspect the damage, so I held the sheet up against my chest to cover both my modesty and pain.

"Jess." His voice carried both relief and pain. I could see tears at the corner of his eyes. He rushed over and wrapped me in those big arms, though he was careful not to squeeze too hard.

"Hey," I responded meekly. I felt guilty for getting myself in such a situation.

"They had you in that bathroom the whole first period, wouldn't let anyone in," he lamented.

"Apparently a teacher had to order him to go to first period on threat of suspension," the nurse chimed in from her desk. David had been waiting for me the whole time? Moreover, those girls had been taking care of me for the entire period? I owed them a lot more thanks than I'd given.

"Fuck Jess. I was terrified you'd die in there." He hung his head, voice strained. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"It'd take a lot more than that to kill me," I assured him. He scowled in return. "I won't give them reason to again, I promise."

"You better fucking not."

"Language David," the nurse warned. "You'd better get back to class. She needs to rest, I'll take care of her." David agreed reluctantly, sneaking a kiss on my cheek as he left.

"Her?" I asked the nurse, surprised in her choice of pronouns.

"Everyone has heard by now. Takes a lot of courage to come out. I'm sorry to hear it went so poorly."

"Others have had worse."

"Unfortunately you're right." She came over, slipping me a card and some kind of brochure. One was for an LGBT specialized therapist, the other was a pamphlet on being transgender and chosing to transition. "You take care of yourself," she ordered sternly. I nodded. "Now get some rest."

I slept through the entirety of second period. I felt well enough to stand, though it still hurt when I moved. I went to my next class, enduring the leering eyes of the students and teachers the whole way there. The duration of the class was no different. On several different occasions the teacher had to tell everyone to quiet down, though the whispers never fully ceased.

I wasn't accosted in the halls, at the very least. When possible, David met me along the way, escorting me between periods at the cost of being late to his own classes. My other classes were more of the same. I was grateful when lunch came around, as the culmination of voices meant I could not hear the biting comments of my peers. Nick sat at the back of the cafeteria, I assumed because he wanted to avoid me. David helped me to my seat. Daniel was already there waiting, nodding at me with a grimace.

"Nick is still pissed?" I asked curiously.

"Not pissed, I think he just feels guilty. He did ask about you, he was worried when he got the news."

My day continued in a similar fashion. David was scolded for being late, and had to stop chaperoning me. As the day came to an end I was called to the principal's office. I was given detention for 'instigating violence on school grounds'. My assailant, I was sure, didn't receive punishment. I met David on my way to detention, a small non-descript room at the back of the east hall. He said he would wait until I was out, though I insisted he didn't have to.

The halls were dark after my punishment ended. My footsteps echoed ominously in the empty corridor. I emerged into the brisk evening air, a chill running across my body. Something didn't feel right as I began the short walk home. I could hear more than one set of footsteps behind me, and I picked up pace nervously. I didn't make it off the school lot before something wrapped around my neck, yanking me from my feet.

My body hit the pavement with a loud thud, and I found myself staring up at Aaron and his squad of goons. Fucking great. I kicked myself for telling David to leave. "Hey tranny," he greeted me. Apparently he didn't have time to construct a new insult.

"Hey Aaron. Long time no see," I groaned. My fingers reached up to my neck, tugging at the makeshift cable noose. The boy pulled it tighter, causing my to gasp for air. Shit, this was worse than I thought. I felt a tide of panic consume my rationality.

"Why don't we pick up from where we were before we were so rudely interrupted?" He sneered.

My heart felt as though it would burst from my chest. I didn't want to die here. One of the boys pulled me to my knees by the neck, propping me up from behind. Aaron fumbled with his belt, and I was quickly overcome with a sense of intense revulsion and fear. I was not ready to accept my fate, but this was something else altogether. I choked back a sob as tears rolled openly down my cheeks. Just as Aaron brandished his mediocre prick, a shadow emerged behind him.

David towered above him, unrestrained fury in his eyes. A menacing aura radiated around him. He kicked the back of Aaron's knees, causing him to buckle and fall over. He delivered another swift kick to his head. David stepped over Aaron's writhing figure, heading straight for the others. One fled, fearing to tangle with the unbridled rage of the giant. The boy who held the makeshift noose remained frozen in surprise. He ragdolled as David's fist collided with his jaw.

I pulled the cable over my head, tossing it to the side. I coughed violently as air properly filled my lungs once more. David straddled the other boy, bashing him in a relentless barrage of fists. I stumbled to my feet and over to his side. I grabbed his arm, ceasing his assault. He looked back over at me, a frightening expression on his face. His chest heaved from the exertion. "D-David, stop," I urged him weakly.

He stood, throwing his arms arms around me. Blood dripped from his knuckles as he embraced me frantically. "I-I went to use the bathroom and you were gone when I got out." I buried my head against his chest. "Let's get you out of here."

I leaned on David as we left, pausing görükle escort bayan as we walked past Aaron. I swung my foot with the last bit of strength I had remaining, kicking him squarely in his flaccid dick. He groaned, curling into a ball and clutching his crotch. David helped me to his car and we drove over to my house. My dad was waiting, furious at my late arrival, but his expression softened immediately at seeing my bruised and battered features.

I barely remember the rest of the night, though I recalled bits of a conversation where I spilled my guts to my dad and told him everything. I woke up the next morning in my bed. My father had called into school on my behalf to let them know I needed a day to rest. He also threatened them with a lawsuit over how they handled my assault. I hobbled to the kitchen to get some water, spying movement on the couch. David leaned up, springing to his feet as he saw me up and moving. He scrambled over, wrapping me in his arms. He clutched my head against him. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Baby, that hurts," I groaned. He released me in chagrin.

"I'm so sorry."

I waved my hand dismissively. It was nothing compared to all I'd been through. "Thanks for saving me."

"Yes, thank you," a deep voice rang from behind. My dad stood behind us, his arms crossed.

David stepped back embarrassed. "Of course, I couldn't let them do that to h..." He faltered. "To Jessie."

"It's fine. Jess told me everything," my father explained. "So you two are dating."

"Y-yes sir," he answered stiffly.

"Relax David. I've known you since you were a kid." He sighed. "Just take good care of my daughter." Despite everything, I was blooming with joy. I nearly wept at the sentiment.

David's arm slipped around my waist, giving a gentle squeeze. "Absolutely."

David took the time to call in his own absence. He insisted he needed to be at my side, but the faculty refused. My dad crept up behind him, pulling the phone from his hands. He shouted at the individual on the other end, informing them he would be after their jobs if they didn't give him the day. He ended the call, tossing the phone onto the couch.

"I have to head to work," my father informed us. "You take care of her. You have my information if you need me."

I was shocked to hear he was leaving us alone just like that. I knew he trusted David, but I was expecting him to be a little more hesitant about leaving a teenage couple alone. Perhaps he thought my injuries would hold us back, but I had no such intentions as I led David to my room.

Unlike our previous sexual exploits, we took things slowly. I winced as I raised my arms, a pang of pain running up my side as I peeled off my shirt. With a furrowed brow, David ran his fingers over the massive bruises on my abdomen and sternum. I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it to the side as my breasts bounced into view. He eased me onto the bed, caressing my chest with a delicate touch. He flicked his finger across my nipples, causing them to perk up.

David climbed on top of me, leaning down to suck on my nipple. I let out a soft whine as he tweaked the other between two fingers. He eased off my sweatpants, exposing my sheer cotton panties. Those were soon discarded as well, leaving me fully exposed on the bed. David eased my legs open, positioning himself between them. I gasped in surprise as he teased his tongue against me. "Y-you don't have to."

"I want to," he assured me. I squirmed beneath him as he pressed his lips over my small cock. His mouth was shockingly warm, sending a shiver up across my body. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue deftly massaging my member. His hand slid between my legs, teasing a finger inside of me. The sensation was breathtaking.

"D-David wait," I moaned, pushing his head back. He pulled my hips back against him, taking the length of me back inside. He continued working me over until I could no longer contain myself. I squealed, my body shaking in his grasp. I leaked cum into his mouth, which he keenly swallowed. I tried to hide my face in embarrassment, but he tenderly moved my arms aside, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

I rolled him over on his back, swapping positions. He tossed his shirt with the other clothes, displaying the rigid muscles of his abs and chest. I took a moment to appreciate the view before I yanked down his pants and boxers in one motion, revealing his fully erect manhood. My mouth watered at the sight. I dove right in, working my tongue beneath the glans and across the tip. He groaned, his body tensing. I began pressing him farther into my mouth, bracing myself as he entered my throat.

I hungrily devoured his massive cock, causing myself to gag occasionally. I couldn't take him as deep as before, as my throat still ached from the attempted lynching in the school parking lot. I ran my hand along the base of his shaft as I worked, my spare hand massaging his balls. I could tell he was getting close so I pulled back. He frowned in disappointment, his lips pursing in frustration. The expression was short lived, as I climbed on top of him.