Patricia

You take another deep breath and in one fluid motion, go from standing up to dragging Patricia to a nearby round table all the while she kicks and screams.

Patricia was easily your closest friend in the group seeing as you'd known her since middle school and the two of you used to be seen together so much people would confuse the two of you for sibling or lovers.

Unfortunately she also had the habbit of being a shallow bitch. She had started dying her hair, you think, in an attempt to deture sibling or girlfriend comments and had stopped hanging out as much for the same reason. And once you actually did develop feelings for her and you told her, she laughed right in your face. But now she'd get what she deserved.

"John!" Heather cried out. "What are you doing?!" Patricia joined in. "I'm going to **** you, and the rest of you too, for all the torment you put me through." You calmly, but angerly explained to them.

At the mention of "****" Heather and the others looked less outraged although still had looks of unease.

You smiled to yourself, pushing Patricia face first into the table as you held her down and slid off her jeans and black lace panties.

You roughly fingered her to get her wet. "You were my first crush, Patricia. I loved you and you laughed in my fucking face. So I'm going to **** you first." You explained, each word dripping venom and hatred.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop!" Patricia begged sobbing. You laughed. "It's way too late for that." You said and once she became wet enough, you took out your dick and unceremoniously thrust into her, causing her sobs to grow.

The feeling was simply amazing, finally fucking Patricia. You could only imagine how amazing the others would be.