“Hey, hun, are you okay?” I lift my eyes and try to focus. A girl—she looks like she could be one of the sorority girls who live here but I’m not too sure.
“Yep—just drunk.” I play it off, but my tongue feels heavy.
“Do you want to lay down?” Yes—sleep. Her soft hand is on my bare bicep and it’s calming the racing of my pulse. The open-sided tank I’m wearing is not offering me relief from this heat in here and my pants are so fucking tight for some reason.
“Yeah, that’s cool.” The sorority girl leads me down a hall to somewhere else and then we might turn or we don’t—I don’t know. There might have been stairs. Then I’m laying on the softest bed ever made. I groan. “Thanks. Life saver.” She giggles. I’m drifting—watching the colors behind my eyes dance. Drew’s gonna be pissed.
I feel bad, because I don’t care. At this moment I’m just happy Aaron can’t find me.
There’s a weight on me and when I open my eyes the girl is on my lap—staring down at me. I laugh.
“Yeah, girl, I came with my boyfriend so it’s not gonna happen.” She laughs right back at me and starts to kiss my stomach. “Hey—stop that.” But I can’t lift my arms very well.
Actually—my body is so unbearably heavy now that I can barely move at all. With much difficulty I lift an arm—bringing it to her stomach, trying to push—but I can’t. I have no strength. She grabs that hand and places it on her breast.
“Come on, hottie. Let’s just fuck.”
“What did you do to me?” I slur—trying to get a good look at her face but it just isn’t registering. She giggles.
“Just a pill, no biggie. After I come, you’ll fall right to sleep and go home tomorrow!” She’s pushing my shirt up to expose all of my stomach and chest—touching my piercings with her manicured nails.
“Please stop.” I beg her. Bile is rising in my throat—threatening to choke me. I can feel her hands and my skin is crawling. I wish I could just fall asleep. She opens my pants.
“The best thing about college guys is that it doesn’t matter how fucked up they are. If you get to touching them—they pop right up.” I can see her grin. She has a lip ring. Her hand reaches into my underwear and every nerve in my body panics, sending pure terror coursing through me. At this moment—I’m terrified of this little girl.
“Please—please don’t. I’m begging you.” Her hand wraps around my soft dick. She starts to massage it and I canfeelit. The bodily reaction. I’m getting hard. I’m crying.
“I like the ones who whimper and beg.” She purrs, pulling me out of my jeans. “Damn—you’re big.” She’s taking off her underwear and pulling her skirt up around her waist.
“Don’t do this to me.Please.” I’m sobbing now and I can’t move my body at all. All I can do is watch her—feel her, and cry.
There are so many people outside—so many random stragglers and people who know me. Drew! He’ll be searching for me anytime now. And Aaron—he’s been watching me all night, surely he saw us come in here, right? They’ll get here. One of them will get here before—
“Ahhh,” She sighs, sinking down onto me. Spikes of pleasure shoot through me—immediately turning into nausea. I gag through a sob. She’s going up and down and up and down. The constant sensation has me so close to actually hurling. But I can’t move and with how I’m laying I’ll choke on it.
So, I fight back the vomit and stick to the only thing I can do. Begging.
“I hate this. Please—I don’t want this. Let me go.” She picks up her pace, not paying me any mind. “You’re a fucking monster.” I’m sobbing so loudly—why is no one coming? I scream at the top of my lungs. “HELP! HELP ME!” Her hand smacks over my mouth.
“Seriously? Fuck—just enjoy it. Are you a man or not?” My body is twitching—reacting to her movements, getting closer and closer. I can feel it building. I think if I come like this, it’ll hurt so bad I’ll pass out—I’ll die.
“Stop—please, please, please.” But no one can hear me under her palm.
I stare at the ceiling. I can’t watch anymore. I just stare and cry and cry and stare.
I’m not sure how much time is passing—at some point I stop feeling the sensations, my body going numb. The only way I can tell if she’s touching me is by looking.
“All things in my life must hurt me at least once.” I whisper to the ceiling. She’s removed her hand—she’s sensed I have no more fight in me. The bed is squeaking so loud, so angrily as she grinds on my dick like her life depends on it. “Soon Benjamin. It’ll all be over soon.”
It’s a promise and a threat. I’m done. So done.
The girl suddenly moans loudly—twitching and grinding awkwardly. Then after a few deep breaths she gets off of me. My dick is still hard, which is good. I’m relieved I didn’t finish in her. She grabs a towel and wipes me down—putting me back in my pants.
“Thanks for tonight, baby. Run along home when you wake up. I’m not sure whose room this is—so you might be sharing. Good night!” She disappears like she was never here.
I stare at the ceiling and cry. Stare and cry and cry and stare.
Worthless whore.
