You were on edge for days. It was about a week before you finally started to settle down, after the sheriff's department officially labeled Neil the killer and closed the case.

Billy and Stu came by your house every day. Stu sometimes brought you movies and books and Billy sometimes brought you food. You weren't sure why you were getting gifts, but you didn't argue.

A week after the sheriff's official statement in the news, school was reopened. So here you were, packing your backpack again.

It was mid-November now, and despite having plenty of jackets you simply didn't feel like walking in the cold. You drove to school, curious who would replace Principal Himbry.

The school board had sent a temporary replacement for the rest of the school year while they decided on something more permanent. She was a decent lady, dressed in a clean, blue pantsuit with a shoulder-length brunette bob. Mrs. Thorne was her name, Abigail Thorne, you thought.

Not that it mattered much, this was your senior year. At lunch, you ate with Billy and Stu. The fountain felt distinctly more empty with only three of you.

"Mind if I just ride home with you today, bunny?"

"Not at all. Are you staying the night?"

"Sure, I'll call my dad and let him know."

"Can I stay too?" Stu asked.

"Of course, doofus," You laughed before letting out a deep sigh, "God, this all feels weird."

"What do you mean?" Stu asked, scooting closer.

"School, the fountain, all of it. New principal, half the group is dead, y'know. I didn't think I'd go through this again."

You were all quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, bunny." Billy spoke up. The words rasped in his throat and you liked the sound, but not the feeling behind it. He felt guilty.

"Don't be." You knew he didn't feel guilty about killing them, he felt guilty about the effect he thought it had on you.

"I'm not sad they're gone, it's just surreal for a while. I almost miss Randy's constant buzz of shit I don't care about just for the noise."

"I don't." Billy huffed, and you could hear the jealousy. It was slight, but it was there.

You knew he liked you, so did Stu. You were a bit dense sometimes but you were far from stupid. You started noticing the intention behind the contact —those little brushes against your thigh or hip or gently brushing your hair away. He cared. He cared more for you than you'd seen him care for anything.

It hurt your heart that Stu did too. If you told Stu to jump he'd ask how high, and if you said you wanted someone dead he'd gift-wrap the body for you.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. You got your things together and said goodbye to the boys, trudging back to class. The rest of the day thankfully flew past you, and before you knew it Billy was driving you home.

Billy was a good driver, and you had begun to notice the little glances he stole at you. Sometimes, if he stared for more than a second or two, you'd respond with a soft "eyes on the road", which puzzled him because you were never looking at him.

It only took a couple minutes to drive to your house, and before you knew it you were getting back out of your car.

Stu was only a few seconds behind you, and you went to your room to put your stuff away while the boys got settled.

It was Friday and you didn't have any homework for the weekend, so you set your bag next to your desk and went to leave before Billy came in and shut the door.

"Hey bunny," He smiled, "Can we talk?"

His eyes had a glint in them. You weren't sure what kind, but you felt like a rabbit before a wolf. "Of course, what is it?"

He walked towards you, running a hand through his hair.

"Me and Stu were talking earlier..." He started to say, and as you kept backing away from him you hit the bed, now sitting on it. You slowly scooted back, but Billy grabbed your hands, climbing over you, "I wanna share, if you're okay with that."

"What do you mean?"

"Be mine, too, bunny. Both of ours. Only if you want though; say no and I'll never bother it again."

It took every ounce of maturity in your brain to push through the pure arousal telling you to fuck him right then and remember that you were dating Stu, and should talk to him before making any kind of decision.

It wasn't a question of if you liked Billy too — you did. Especially when he had you pinned down like this.

"I need to talk to Stu first, I — are you sure he's okay with it?"

"I am, princess." You heard Stu and went to jump up before processing what he said. He gently cupped his hand against your face and suddenly it was much wetter between your legs.

— — 🌼 — —

Billy released his grip on your wrists, his hands wandering over your hips and breasts. He eyed you hungrily, but with a caution.

"You okay with this, bunny?"

"Mhm, I'm — yeah, I'm okay." You muttered as his hand moved to your entrance. You felt dirty, but in a way that turned you on more.

Billy kissed you, gently biting your lips before his tongue explored your mouth. His fingers still ran up and down your slit, applying pressure through your jeans.

When you parted, your cheeks were red and your lips were too. "Can I go further?" Billy asked, gently pulling your pants off.

"Mhm," You hummed as he removed your panties, "Please."

"Good girl." Billy smiled before plunging his fingers inside of you, eliciting a moan. He pumped them in and out while Stu whispered gentle praises into your ear.

"You're doing so good, princess," He kissed your neck as your hips bucked against Billy's hand.

After a moment, you heard a zipper. You looked down to see Billy taking his pants off. He looked to Stu, who nodded silently and continued kissing you, leaving hickeys all over your neck, shoulders, and chest.

Billy looked down at you, "Is this okay, bunny?"

"Mhm, just — please, Billy."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me," Your face was red with embarrassment and arousal and it was a fight to force the words out.

He gently rubbed his dick against your entrance, your slick practically dripping onto him, "I can't hear you, bunny."

"Please fuck me!" You said louder, face even redder. You wanted to curl away in shame but before you could move Billy thrust into you. "You feel so fucking good, bunny," Billy groaned.

He held your hips tightly as he slammed into you, and all you could hear were your moans, Stu's praise, and Billy's skin colliding with yours.

It wasn't long before Stu got jealous. "Billy, we're sharing, remember?"

Billy slowed his pace to a stop and you couldn't help the small whine you released. In a couple seconds, the three of you had all stripped down and you were on your hands and knees.

Stu stood in front of you and you slowly licked up his shaft while Billy positioned himself behind you. As you took Stu's cock in your mouth, Billy began roughly thrusting into you. He wasn't as gentle as Stu was.

You moaned onto Stu's dick, and he gripped your hair tighter. He didn't pull it but he held a firm grip on it as you bobbed your head in rhythm with Billy's thrusts.

Soon enough, Stu was getting close. "Fuck, princess, keep going," He groaned, "God, you're so good."

You almost laughed, but it was caught in a moan as Billy kept fucking you. You could feel a familiar heat pooling in your core and you were desperate to cum.

"Princess! Fuck, I'm," You focused on Stu's head, swirling your tongue around and around until he finally shoved his cock in your mouth and came with a moan.

Luckily, Stu didn't taste bad. You showed him your tongue before swallowing and moaning.

"I'm close too, bunny, I'm about to cum," Billy said.

You could barely form words and had given up on trying some minutes ago. "F-ahh, mmh," Was the only response Billy got.

Stu pushed you up so you stood on your knees, and he kissed your neck and breasts while Billy continued to fuck you. His fingers massaged your clit and within a minute you were cumming, crying out and raking your nails down Stu's back.

Billy pulled out before he came, his seed still hitting your ass and thigh, but at least not getting on your blanket.

— — 🌼 — —

Stu left you to grab a warm, damp rag to clean yourself off with. When he came back, you were almost falling asleep in Billy's arms so he gently wiped your entrance before wiping the cum off of you.

Billy laid you down gently and you cuddled up to him, curled up in his arms. He pulled a blanket over you and laid with you as you fell asleep. Stu came back in a pair of boxers and laid on your other side, careful not to wake you.

They were quiet for a moment, simply basking in your afterglow.

"I'd kill for her," Stu said finally. His voice was soft but he meant it, "A thousand times over, I would."

"Easily. She makes it easy." Billy replied.

There was another small silence. "I love her," Stu declared.

"Me too."