(this chapter contains homophobic slurs)

Beverly never really understood why Greta was so mean to her. They were never close but one day the taller girl began bullying her and treating her like she was the most disgusting person in the world.

Today was no exception. The red haired teen walked into the girls restroom and with her luck, Greta was standing in front of the sink as she fixed her lip gloss. Beverly tried her best to not catch Greta's attention, but the sound of the door closing caused her bully to look at her.

A sly smile came onto Greta's lips as she closed her lip gloss and put it in her side bag. "Well if it isn't Beaver-ly. Here to get your daily beating?" Greta crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the red faced teen.

"No Greta. I just want to go to the bathroom so please, leave me alone?" Beverly pleaded as she tried to go around the other side of Greta. Sadly, the taller girl moved into her space and pushed her against the wall.

"I don't think so Beaver." Greta then put both her hands on either side of Beverly's head and leaned in close. "You think just because you ask that I'm going to leave you alone? No."

Beverly closed eyes and waited for the first slap or punch to land, but it never came. She slowly opened her blue eyes and looked at the blushing face of Greta. As she was about to say something the other leaned in, so close to touching the Beverly's lips, but she stopped herself.

Suddenly, it clicked. Greta was gay, just like Beverly. It was amazing that it took the ginger so long to realize it, but it made sense.

Every time Greta would bully Beverly, it wasn't hate in her eyes but rather jealousy. It was the brunette wanting to be like Bev. To be able to be who she was, no matter what.

The pair were so close that Beverly could feel the warm breath of Greta brush over her lips and into her mouth. "Kiss me." Beverly said with confidence that she's almost never had before. Her tone was stern that it even surprised herself.

Greta's eyes widened in surprise but she was quick to regain her composer. "Why would I fucking do that?" A smug smirk came onto her face. "I'm not a fag like you." the words held uncertainty behind it, and Greta herself could tell.

"You don't have to be like that, Greta. We're the only ones in here," Beverly carefully cupped Greta's jaw and moved their faces slightly closer. The ginger watched as Greta's beautiful brown eyes moved down her face and stopped on her pink lips.

"Kiss me." Beverly demanded again, but this time Greta did it. She surged forward and kissed Beverly harshly. It wasn't like anything Bev has ever experienced and she loved it, needed it.

Their lips moved together in their kiss as Greta's hands moved from the wall to cupping Bev's jaw, Beverly's now on Greta's waist. They stayed connected at the mouth till they needed to pull away for air.

Greta fluttered her eyes opened and she looked... relieved. Like she'd been waiting for someone to let her be herself, for this moment to happen. The two stayed looking at each other until Greta broke the silence that was engulfing them.

"You tell anyone about this and I will fucking hurt you." Greta threatened. She grabbed her bag that was resting on the sink and grabbed the door handle. She stopped for a second and looked back at Beverly.

"Meet me at my house next week." Then she left. Her smell lingered on Beverly's clothes and around the bathroom. It took until the bell rang for the final period that Bev had enough power to walk out of the bathroom and down the hall.

She was dazed and confused. Why would Greta tell her to go to her house? Greta was a terrible person who Bev just couldn't stand.

Then why did she like it so much?

It was a stupid idea really. Going to the girl's house who she'd made out with in the bathroom. The girl who had been shoulder checking her and calling her slurs for years. But how could she pass this up?

She wanted to at least have a chance to get to the bottom of what Greta was up to. She wanted to hold onto the thought that maybe, just maybe, Greta wanted her.

Bev lifted her hand and knocked on the wood door and waited for the brunette to open it. Lucky for her it only took a few moments for her to open it. When she did she immediately pulled the shorter teen into her living room. "What the fuck was that for?" Bev asked, clearly not expecting the rough behavior.

Greta just turned back around and sat on her couch. "I can't let people know I have the school fairy at my house." Greta said as coldly as she said everything else, but it held no weight. It sounded like she was only saying what she felt she had to.

"I've told you before Greta, you can stop acting like that when it's just us." Bev sighed out before crossing her arms, rolling her eyes with it. Greta seemed to relax a bit more as she sat, letting her back curve more.

"What did you want, Greta? I don't have all day to be here." Bev stated, knowing she really had nothing else to do. The brunette looked Bev up and down before patting her lap. "Come here Bev."

Her voice was so much softer yet demanding, like she didn't want to scare Bev off, but also wanting her to listen to her, and she did. The blonde carefully took the 10 steps it took to reach Greta and straddled her lap.

She let her skirt fall between her legs and fan over Greta's legs as well. Greta carefully ran her hands up Bev's thighs and up her skirt. Her fingers gripped the ginger's soft thighs and listened to the surprised gasp that left Bev's slightly dry lips.

Of course it was stupid, to just fall into the lap of your tormenter and let her do what she wanted. "Listen Beverly, what happens here stays here. You aren't my girlfriend and I don't like you. This is simply me using you for pleasure. Do you understand that?" Greta practically growled into Bev's ear.

"O-okay, I understand." Bev gasped out as Greta's teeth nipped at her ear and neck. Her lips skimmed over the skin, tickling the sensitive flesh as she went.

"I bet you like when I use you don't you?" Greta teased with a knowing smirk on her lips. Bev nodded and received a harsh bite in return. "Y-yes, I do. So much." Beverly breathed out as her bully's lips pulled away.

"I have something for you. Stay here like a good girl and I might let you have something." Greta then pushed Bev out of her lap and got up to walk down a hallway. Bev listened carefully to the fading and reemerging footsteps, feeling her heart beat faster with anticipation.

When Greta came back in she was holding a collar in one hand and a leash in the other. She wore a smirk on her lips before she quickly clipped the collar onto the blonde's neck. "You look so good as my pet, puppy." Greta said as she clipped the leash on the ring in front of Bev's throat.

An unexpected yank made Bev fall forward onto her hands and knees. Greta smirked down at her and squatted so they were face level. "When I walk you walk, got it?" Bev nodded and followed the brunette as she began walking.

The two continued down the hall till they got to a door. Greta opened the door and pulled Beverly in with herself. She brought the girl to her bed and patted her lap again.

When Bev was situated onto her lap again Greta's cold hands were back under the soft material of the skirt, moving higher to the band of her underwear. "Since I doubt you've ever been fucked you're only gonna get my thigh and knee for today." Greta explained before pulling the underwear off Bev's legs.

Bev watched as Greta carefully lifted her own hips and pulled off her clothes covering her legs and heat. Bev couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of Greta undressed for the waist down.

"Straddle my thigh puppy." Greta instructed, feeling the warm heat radiating from Bev's pussy. It was a weird feeling for both girls, but fuck, did Bev want it to continue. She then let Greta move her knee so it was pushed against her own vagina.

"Wh-what do I do now, Greta?" Bev asked timidly, trying to resist the urge to grind against the thigh under herself. "You do this, puppy." Greta said, voice low and smooth. She gripped Bev's hips and brought her forward and pushed her back.

Small gasps and moans came from both parties as Bev continued her thrust. Her knee would push forward on her back thrust, rubbing into Greta as she went. "Fuck puppy, just like that." Greta praised, feeling her heat get wetter with movement of Bev's knee.

"It feels so good Greta, fuck." Bev moaned as she began pushing harder onto Greta's thigh. Suddenly, Greta lifted her leg and bent her knee just enough before putting Bev on the newly created mound.

A louder moan left her plump lips as the other's knee went harder on her clit and hole. "Mommy!" Bev moaned out loudly as she felt her release getting closer. Greta bit her lip at the sudden outburst, but didn't stop her movements.

"Say that again puppy. You're gonna make me cum just from your dirty little moans." Greta explained, moving on hand down to play with herself.

"Mommy, mo-fuck. So close, please let me cum." Bev begged, grinding harder onto Greta's knee. The brunette nodded and quickly answered, "Cum for me puppy. Let me see your cum on my thigh." Greta encouraged through her own moans, fingers thrusting into her hole.

Bev gripped Greta's thigh the was exposed and came with a drawn out moan. "Mommy! So good, so good." Bev mumbled out as she rode her high out.

Greta pulled the leash to herself, making Bev come to her face. The two looked into each other's eyes for a second before connecting their lips in a heated kiss. It was filled with tongue from Greta to Bev and vis versa.

Greta then let out a muffled moan into Bev's mouth as she came around her own fingers. She released Bev's lips and pulled her fingers out of herself, cum stringing between them.

She held them up to Bev's lips and gave a single and harsh command. "Suck." she said. The ginger gladly took the fingers in her mouth and sucked the cum off of them.

When she finished Greta pulled her fingers out and laid her head on her pillows. "You're a good pet, fag." Greta complimented as Bev rolled her eyes and took the collar off.

"Whatever Greta. I'm gonna go." Bev said before going towards the door. "Don't forget puppy, every weekend," She picked up the panties that Bev was wearing before and hung them off her middle finger.

"You're mine."

Bev then quickly opened the door of Greta's bedroom and went out the front door.

If this was a mistake, it was one Bev was willing to keep making.