CORRUPTING A MINOR
-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)
CHAPTER 14
"Chatham's really not that bad, you know," Sean said to me as he popped a soggy food court french fry into his mouth.
"Huh?" I mumbled chomping on a mouthful of my dry overcooked hamburger from the grill.
"He really only acts that way when you're around. I mean, he is an asshole, but most of the time he's pretty chill. I think he just puts on a show."
I rolled my eyes. "It's a pretty convincing show."
"But I'm serious," Sean continued, "about him being an ok guy. I really wish you hadn't done that."
I took another bite of my burger. "Yeah, well you seemed to enjoy it."
"That's not the point," he sighed. "I just hope I'm capable of diffusing the situation. It's going to be hell, you realize."
"I am sorry about that," I commiserated. "He just really rubs me the wrong way."
"I think you rub him the wrong way, too. I mean, he comes from a really conservative part of the country, and he's got this whole macho jock, frat guy image this school holds in such high regard." Sean's sardonic tone left nothing of his meaning to the imagination.
"Hey," I said, "I'm a macho frat guy, too."
"You're not in a frat, you idiot," he laughed, pushing aside his uneaten fries.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I got Greek sympathies, what can I say?"
"Oh, kind of like the Log Cabin Republicans?" I threw a fry in his face and he laughed. "You bitch," he cursed and playfully threw one back. "No seriously, I think that you offend him in some way, and I think the fact that you don't fit the typical gay mold might be one of the main reason's he's so antagonistic towards you."
"Whatever. Do we really have to talk about him?"
"No. I just want you to know that I'm a little pissed that you provoked him and went and, well you know. You don't have to live with him. I can put up with the faggot jokes. He's a complex guy, he really is."
"Yeah, he's complex alright," I muttered, "About as complex as a glass of water. He's a homophobic asshole is what he is."
"Oh, and you're the poster child for the gay community," he retorted. Suddenly a look of confusion, followed by bemusement, crossed Sean's face as he stared past me. Almost immediately the world went dark as two tiny, velvety smooth hands covered my eyes. I heard a soft female voice, with a terribly sexy southern accent say, "Guess who?"
I instantly chuckled. "Rebecca, honey," I laughed, "you should at least attempt to disguise your voice."
Steve's girlfriend lowered her hands and wrapped her long arms around my neck. She pressed her lips against my ear and whispered huskily, "Couldn't you at least have pretended to be fooled for a little while?" Sean laughed.
"If you're not going to put any effort into it, why should I?" I quipped back.
Rebecca slid into the chair next to me and pouted her lips seductively. Steve really snagged a good one this time. Rebecca was not only brilliant and a talented artist and animator already hired by Disney, but leggy and gorgeous, with deliciously luscious lips that begged to be devoured. When she had decided that she'd pouted enough, she turned her attention to the teenaged god that sat across the table. "You must be Sean," she said, holding out her hand to him, and he took it gingerly in his own, transfixed by her imminent beauty. "We've never actually met. I'm Rebecca. And it's true what they say, you really are adorable."
Sean instantly blushed, dropping Rebecca's hand. I whipped around, stunned.
"I never told you that," I said.
The corner of Rebecca's mouth curled up ever so slightly. "You didn't, silly. Julie did." It was my turn to blush, much more violently than Sean had. She turned back to Sean. "What happened to your face?"
"He got into a fight defending my honor," I retorted quickly.
Rebecca laughed. "Hey cutie," she said to Sean, "Steve's in line getting us some dinner, can you go tell him I want a ginger ale instead of a Sprite?" Sean blushed again, mumbled some affirmative grunt, and stood up. "Thanks, kiddo," Rebecca said, giving him a gentle smack on the butt as he walked towards the service line. Rebecca turned back to me.
"What happened to your hand?" she said. "You get into a fight too?"
"Sort of," I mumbled.
All of a sudden her face turned serious. "So, I hear you got my boyfriend in trouble this weekend? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a bad influence."
"Hey," I said defensively, "I didn't shove the joint into his mouth and force him to smoke it."
"No need to get all bent out of shape, I'm just harassing you mercilessly. Sure, I was pissed at first, but I've found a way to use it to my advantage."
"Advantage?" I said curiously.
"Why do you think Steve's carrying all the food? Not because he's the epitome of chivalry, let me tell you." She laughed. "It's because he's hopelessly guilt-ridden. And he's not just my food slave, either." She winked. "So are you in the dog house with Julie yet?"
I lowered my head and stared at my half-eaten burger. I sighed. "Julie and I have other issues."
"Too bad," she continued without really paying attention. "But I was thinking, maybe you can do me a favor sometime, seeing as someone has to put you in your place."
I looked at her, extremely confused. I don't think that Rebecca and I had ever had a one-on-one conversation this long, if ever, and here she was asking me to do her a favor after just implying she had turned Steve into her sex slave. "What kind of a favor?" I asked.
"Well," she began then furtively looked around, and lowered her head and her voice. "Remember back in Nawlins?" God, I love that accent, I thought.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, how you and Steve, you know?" I nodded. She continued. "Well, it really turned me on to see you, you know, doing that to my boyfriend, and I was wondering if the opportunity ever arose you'd do it again?"
I shook my head violent. "No fucking way. I barely escaped that unscathed.
I assume you're privy to the whole Sean situation?" She nodded. "Well, Steve's too important to me to get messed up with that shit again. Hire a prostitute." I shoved my plate away; I'd lost my appetite.
"Not even if he's cool with it?" she insisted.
"No, not even if he's cool with it." Although I couldn't help but notice that my pants began to tighten at the thought of it. My mind drifted. Steve really did have a nice body, and we were close friends, and if he were cool with it . . .
"What about with me?" I nearly choked on my own saliva. "You know, the way you had Julie screaming, I'm guessing you're pretty good. And there's something really appealing about nailing your boyfriend's best friend." She grinned seductively. I felt my jeans tighten more as I stared blankly at her beautifully smooth face. She did have these wonderfully perky breasts, long slender legs, and there was something deliciously sordid in the fact that she was Steve's girlfriend that had me -- I snapped back into reality as Steve and Sean strolled up.
"Hey, buddy," Steve said, setting his tray down. "What the hell happened to your hand?"
"Think about it," Rebecca whispered. "Either way." She raised her eyebrow and licked her lips softly.
And soon we all got swept up in dinnertime banter and I managed to push the whole matter out of my mind completely.
Surprisingly, my life went pretty much back to normal shortly after Sean and I had our little talk, and Rebecca made her proposition. Chatham began to actively avoid me, which made me happier than a pig in shit, and Rebecca never mentioned hooking any of us up again. The academic skills center arranged for someone to transcribe notes that I dictated into a tape recorder so I wouldn't fall too far behind on my thesis.
Steve and I had decided to plead no contest to the misdemeanor drug possession charges. We ended up accruing a hefty fine, which I eventually had to tell my parents about because I really couldn't afford it. That made for some interesting telephone conversations, let me tell you.
We also had to go for counseling as part of the plea, which actually helped more than I thought it would. I still didn't think I had a drug problem. I mean what's wrong with smoking a joint every now and then? It was sure as hell less physically damaging than cigarettes. Well, this was my rationalization anyway. My therapist didn't buy it, but we didn't spend much time talking about pot. We mostly talked about Julie and Sean. You'd think the man was obsessed with sex, he made me go through some of the more gory details of some key encounters over and over again. And damn if it didn't cause a tad bit of introspection on my part. He was trying to get to the source of some of my more sadistic tendencies and my inability to set any personal boundaries, as well as help me make the right decision when it came to marriage. But mostly it seemed we talked about sex.
And I couldn't give a rat's ass about my deep seeded desires or personal boundaries. All I wanted to do was finish my thesis. I became a recluse for a while, which was great for my sanity since I had decided that one of the best ways to help me decide between Julie and Sean was to stop having sex. I know it sounds hard to believe, and trust me, it was hard to do. The first week I must have jacked off three times a day (which was a feat in and of itself because I'm terribly uncoordinated with all things involving my left hand, and my right hadn't healed yet).
Taking my spring break to write, I was able to finish my thesis by the end of March. My advisor was pretty impressed with my analyses, as well as my writing. And even though he'd been riding my ass all year, he said it turned out very well. My defense date was set for the middle of April, and if I passed the oral I was well on my way to departmental honors.
Looking quite dapper in my best suit (ok, my only suit) I presented my arguments like a veteran lecturer, fielding questions from the audience. All my friends showed up in support. Even Chatham came to hear my presentation. But all that was forgotten when we went behind closed doors and the faculty had a go at me. Two hours and three gallons of stress induced sweat later, I was officially graduating with High Honors in History. Go me.
Now that that ordeal was over, I figured I might as well give some thought to my personal life. But Steve insisted we celebrate first. Not only did my thesis defense coincide with the week I got my cast removed, but it was also ironically on April 20th. Of course most of ASX was going to be sitting in their living room, smoking up at 4:20, if not before, a stupid-ass tradition that I never participated in. I told Steve that it probably wasn't a good idea, considering our recent run-in with the law. I hadn't smoked since the night I raped Sean, and I really did want to stop. But Steve can be mighty convincing, so after my thesis advisor took me out for a few celebratory drinks, I told him Julie and I would swing by, at least for a little while.
What we swung by for was an all out fucking kegger. Everyone and his grandmother was there. People I didn't know were congratulating me. I didn't smoke much, but I ended up playing a lot of pong. Of course Chatham was there, still dating Breanna, although she wasn't anywhere to be found. Actually, he was in good spirits. He had this little disposable camera, and he was going around the room taking pictures of everyone in various drunken poses.
Sean was there too, and he looked absolutely adorable in his brown cords, long sleeve T-shirt with a fleece vest, and his white baseball cap which he'd taken to wearing. Rebecca was looking sexier than ever, too. Her loose cotton blouse had several of the top buttons undone, revealing her ample cleavage, and her jeans hugged her thighs and ass like they were painted on. I was so horny all the time, since I'd stopped having sex, that I was afraid I was going to pop right then and there. But I quickly got my mind off sex by playing some good, clean, unadulterated beer pong.
Julie and I played a couple games of two-cup against Steve and Rebecca, winning every time. The tension between Sean and Chatham had lessened over the past few weeks, and they were actually on friendly terms again. In fact, they challenged Steve and me to a game of Ship. I don't do well with the beer mines on the table, because my aim varies between dead on and deadly inaccurate.
"Sean, you play a pretty mean pong game," Steve complimented.
"Thanks," he replied, sinking a cup and making Steve drink (to which he swore bitterly). "I owe it all to Marc. To think, I never even had a drink before I met him."
Steve laughed and gave me a hearty pat on the back. "Corrupting a minor, eh buddy?"
"It's what I do best," I said, and winked at Sean. He blushed uncontrollably. Damn, was he cute when he did that.
In the end, Steve and I put up a good fight but still lost pretty badly. Chatham, in traditional Chatham fashion, gloated loudly at the victory. I made some comment about Steve being the liability.
"Fuck you, bitch," Steve spat, "I am not the liability here."
"Prove it, asshole," I said. "You and Julie take on Sean and Chatham. We'll see who wins."
"You're on, Marky, m'boy. Come on, Jules, saddle up."
"Hey," said Julie, who was leaning against the wall next to Rebecca, watching the game. "Don't I get a say in the matter."
"No," Steve answered flatly. "I have to prove a point to your pansy ass boyfriend." Julie just shrugged and took the paddle out of my hand, while Sean and Chatham went to get more beer.
I leaned back against the wall next to Rebecca to watch, and she put her arm around my shoulder. We watched the game in silence for a few minutes. Then Rebecca leaned in and whispered huskily in my ear: "This is boring. Wanna do something more exciting?" I stiffened as my stoned mind dragged up the memory of her proposition a few weeks ago. I swallowed hard. Her mouth still dangerously close to my ear, she licked my lobe quickly. "Well?"
This wasn't going to be pretty. Steve and Julie were fully engrossed in the game, so much so that if a stampede of elephants went charging through the basement, they wouldn't notice unless it screwed up a serve. I hadn't had any form of sex other than with Rosy Palm and her five sisters for weeks now, and my cock instantly sprang into action. And the fact that Rebecca had taken her arm off of my shoulder and ran her hand down my back, cupped my ass and started to gently massage it didn't help my conscience any.
Fucking around with Rebecca would be so bad on so many levels, I told myself. She's my best friend's girlfriend. I'd be cheating on my more-or-less fiancé with my best friend's girlfriend. I'd be cheating on my more-or-less fiancé with my best friend's girlfriend while my best friend was downstairs playing pong with my more-or-less fiancé, not to mention my gay lover. And yet, that whole scenario turned me on more than I'd ever been turned on in my life. I was sweating all over, under my arms, my face, my palms. I had to be strong, I had to think rationally, I had to be morally superior. I had to say no.
I looked Rebecca straight in the eyes, and asked seductively, "Just what did you have in mind, darling?" Well, so much for moral superiority.
Rebecca smiled, grabbed me by the hand and replied, "You'll see. Let's go to Steve's room." Still grasping my sweaty hand, she led me up the stairs. As we left the basement I looked back at my girlfriend and best friend. They were playing intently and didn't even notice we were leaving.
We didn't even bother to turn on the light as we entered Steve and Alex's bedroom on the third floor. The second I closed the door, Rebecca threw me against it and pressed her lips to mine. They were so soft and supple. My nostrils were assaulted by the scent of her flowery perfume, mixed with the raw scent of sex. Passionately, she parted my lips with her tongue and drove it into my mouth. She ran the tip across my teeth, the inside of my mouth and tongue. I was transported back to New Orleans when she had kissed me that one time, a moment I thought I'd never repeat.
I put my hands on her shoulders and gently eased Rebecca off, breaking our embrace. "We shouldn't do this," I said softly.
"Why not?" she replied. She ran her hands under my sweater and up along my abdomen to my chest, wear she began and knead and massage my pecs. I felt my cock grow even harder, if that was possible.
"Because they could notice we're gone at any second," I logically replied.
"Then we'll have to be quick," she breathed huskily. She pressed her crotch against mine and ground it into my rock-hard prick. Goddamn, I almost shot my load right there. I felt dirty and evil, but at the same time sexy as hell. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
"I guess we will, then," I answered and drove my tongue into her small, moist mouth. I pressed my dick back into her pelvis and slowly guided her backwards towards Steve's bed. She continued to rub my chest as we stumbled across the room. Rebecca tripped once, over some clothes Steve or his roommate must have left lying on the floor. We never broke the kiss.
As Rebecca hit the bed, she yanked my sweater over my head, revealing my hard chest, and tossed the sweater aside. We fell backwards onto the bed, and continued to dry hump each other through our jeans. I reached between us and fumbled with the buttons on her blouse as her hands explored my back, her fingertips probing underneath the waist of my pants, brushing the top of my ass.
I managed to get all her buttons undone without popping any of them off, and yanked open her shirt. Feverishly I kissed down her cheek and neck, down her chest towards her heaving breasts. I pressed my mouth over her left nipple, which was still covered in the satiny material of her bra. I figured that in my grossly intoxicated state, trying to get it off was going to be near impossible. I cupped her breast in one of my hands and sucked and kneaded her supple tit through her bra. She groaned in pleasure and drove her crotch up towards me harder.
Rebecca reached around to my abdomen, and running her hands towards the top of my jeans, fumbled with the button fly. "Oh God, Marc, I want you to fuck me," she moaned. I was more than happy too oblige. I, too, reached downward and quickly undid her button and zipper. She still hadn't gotten mine undone, and quickly forgot what she was doing as I yanked her jeans and panties down around her thighs.
I press my hand against her belly and slid it down over he neatly trimmed pubes. Our eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and even without light I could tell that she took care of them well, keeping them shaved close and neat. I slid my middle finger into her moist folds, an pressed it deep inside her. She shuttered and let out a high-pitched squeal. I added my index finger and probed my way around until I found her clit. I could tell I had her because she screamed loudly and dug her fingernails into my back. "Oh God, Marc! Yes!" she cried out. I buried my face into the crook of her neck and lightly bit and sucked, as I continued to finger fuck her pussy. She started to buck her hips up to meet my prodding as I massaged her clit with my fingers. She reached one hand up to my head and slid her fingers through my hair, scratching and massaging my scalp.
Quite suddenly, she gripped my hair and pulled my mouth off her neck. "I need you inside me," she groaned. "Now." I looked her intently in the eye and smiled.
I withdrew my hand from her dripping cunt and brought my sticky fingers up between our faces. Slowly, I slid my fingers into my mouth and sucked her cuntjuices off, slurping loudly as I did. I slowly pulled them out of my mouth and pressed the moist tips to her lips. Rebecca finished cleaning my fingers as I ran them all around the inside of her mouth, poking and prodding as she sucked and sucked and sucked.
Quickly I pulled them out and reached both my hands down to undo the buttons of my jeans. Rebecca ran her soft hands down my back and around the my stomach, where her touch as she slid them down towards my manhood made me shiver with anticipation. I managed to unbutton my jeans and I yanked them down to my knees, along with my boxers. The waistband caught my erection and it snapped back with a thwack against my hard belly, freed from the confines of my pants.
Rebecca didn't give it any time to enjoy being free, because she wrapped her supple fingers around my shaft, gave it a few quick tugs which nearly sent me cumming that instant, and guided my cock to her awaiting pussy. I thought briefly about a condom, but I was too caught up in the moment. I was about to fuck Steve's girlfriend in his bed. The dirtiness I felt made me even more randy.
Her folds were warm and inviting as my cockhead slowly slipped past and into her hole. I slowly sunk my dick in, pressing into her as hard and deep as I could. We both shuttered.
"Fuck me, Marc," she moaned. "Fuck my goddamn brains out!" That southern accent of hers struck a chord and I wanted her more than ever. All thoughts of Julie and Sean left my mind. I never even bothered to think of Steve. It was just her and me and passion.
"How can I say no to that?" I grunted in her ear. And with that I started to ride her like a fucking cowboy. I slammed my rock hard prick in and out of her dripping cunt. She thrust her hips upwards to meet each one of my downward thrusts. She grabbed my ass and squeezed and prodded at it like it was play-doh. With each thrust I raised myself up with my arms as she pulled my body closer to me, her grip on my tight butt never letting up. We were both moaning and writhing in pure ecstasy.
At one point I wished we'd taken our pants off, because we were locked at the knees, and I was beginning to feel constrained, but we were fucking too hard and fast to really do anything about it.
I pressed my mouth against her neck again, and began to munch and suck on her smooth, tanned skin. It tasted silky and a bit salty from her sweat. She was so much softer than Julie or even Sean for that matter, who still had some of that baby-smooth adolescent skin. We continued to buck up and down, with my sucking on her neck, and Rebecca kneading my ass and moaning.
"Oh God, Marc, you're really getting me close," she cried out as she yanked me closer to her, forcing my cock deeper inside. And I wasn't going to be too far behind. "You really know how to fuck a girl good, oh God, harder, babe, harder! Harder!" I didn't know if it was possible for me to go any harder, but I tried. I pistoned in and out as fast and as deep as I was able. This was not some slow, Sunday afternoon lovemaking we were doing here, this was raw, primal, energy-packed fucking.
"I'm almost there, too," I cried. "You've got such a nice tight, moist pussy."
"And your cock is –" But she didn't get to finish. She suddenly let out a high, guttural moan, very reminiscent of when Steve ate her out in New Orleans while I was chomping down on his dick. She pulled my ass in and held me there, keeping my own tool deep inside her. I could feel every muscle in her body spasm and twitch. She must have orgasmed for a full minute, with my cock still buried in her folds. When she had calmed down enough, she eased up on my butt and I was able to continue fucking her.
I thrust my meat in and out, harder and faster. I needed to come badly. I must have hit the right spot again because only moments later she was screaming again as she had her second orgasm. I briefly thought how amazing it must be to be able to have multiple orgasms, but right now one would do. I Didn't let her stop my assault as she came this time, because I could feel my balls tightening up against my body and I knew that at any moment I'd climax.
And that moment came sooner than I thought. Right in the middle of one of Rebecca's grunts, every one of her muscles in the vicinity of my dick contracted and it felt like her entire body was clenching around my cock. And that sent me over the edge. It was my turn for my body to convulse violently as I unleashed shot after shot of hot, sticky cum inside of her. I let out my own moan of pleasure as I had the longest, largest orgasm of my young life. It had never been that good, not with Julie, or Sean, or Julie and Sean together.
When both our breathing began to slow, I collapse onto her chest, letting my dick soften inside her. Rebecca softly began to stroke my bare back every so lightly. She gave me a light kiss on the cheek. "That was fucking amazing," she said.
"Damn straight," I mumbled, still unable to fully catch my breath.
"And it was so wrong, and so –" she paused, then said with this wickedly cheerful lilt to her voice "-so dirty." I propped myself up so I could look in her face. She was grinning from ear to ear, her beautiful blonde hair mussed. She was right, it was wrong, and it was dirty, and it was so much fun. We both started to giggle.
And out giggling must have been the reason we didn't hear the door open, the door neither one of us had remembered to lock. It wouldn't have mattered if we had heard it, because almost immediately afterwards we were bathed in bright light as someone flipped the switch.
"Ohmigod," a familiar voice said quickly, "I'm so sorry, Alex, I just came to get my jacket and I didn't know that-" The voice trailed off, and as my eyes adjusted to the sudden onslaught of incandescent luminescence, I noticed the person standing in the doorway was Sean. And he noticed that I was lying half naked on top of Rebecca with my cock still buried in her pussy. "Marc?!' he gasped, dumbfounded.
After a brief brain fart, where I was completely incapable of moving, I snapped back into reality and was able to assess that this was not the best situation I'd ever gotten myself into. I needed to act fast. I quickly leaped off of Rebecca and yanked my pants up, cramming my cock, which was still not completely soft and sticky from our juices, into my underwear. "Sean," I said, "it's not what it looks like."
Sean just stood there, slack-jawed. "Not what it looks like?! Then what it is?" Yeah, genius, if it's not what it looks like then what the hell is it?
I sat there in silence, completely unable to speak. I looked over to Rebecca, who was busy doing up her blouse and staring at Sean. Her bottom lip was quivering and she looked, in a word, terrified.
"Please don't tell Steve," she whispered softly, more of a strangled plea than anything else. A tear started to streak down her cheek.
"I'm not going to tell Steve," Sean said flatly. I think he was still reeling from the discovery.
Rebecca finished buttoning up her blouse and slowly crawled off the bed. She turned back to me and said, as naturally as she could, "Well, I'm going to go back downstairs, Marc." Her voice was weak and cracked several times.
I'm surprised she didn't break into tears right then. Oh, we'd fucked up for sure.
"You might want to fix your hair first," Sean said coldly as she scuttled past him and out the door.
I sat on the bed in silence. I was like a kid who had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and afraid of being punished. I didn't know what Sean was going to do, but this definitely going to be filed under the "Not Good" category of life's little moments.
Sean scooped up his jacket off the floor (so that's what we tripped over!) and turned to go. "I'm going to leave too," he said flatly.
"Sean, wait!" I leaped off the bed and grabbed his upper arm, turning him back around.
He stared at me, with a look of disgust. "You're an idiot, Marc, you know that?" I thought for a moment he was going to cry.
"Sean, you're not going to tell Julie are you?"
"What do you think?" he replied indignantly. "Of course not. I'm not an asshole. But I think you should tell her."
"I can't," I moaned pathetically. "How could I?"
"Afraid of losing your fiancé and your best friend?" he answered, somewhat irritated. "Maybe you should have thought about that before you boned his girlfriend."
"Sean, I didn't think. I don't know what happened. It just –"
"That's exactly your problem," he spat back. "You never think. And don't blame this on the drugs. I'm so sick of hearing that one! I don't know what it is about you, but I think that you need to start seeing that shrink more. Once a week doesn't seem to be working." I was completely taken aback by how harsh he was being.
"Why are you taking this so fucking personally?" I asked.
"Did you even consider that you didn't just cheat on Julie tonight? That you cheated on me as well?" Cheated on him? I was now really confused, and my face must have expressed that. He shook his head sullenly. "Of course not. Because it was never like that with me, was it? I was just some plaything that you fucked when it suited your fancy. Oh, you got me real good, Marc, you had me really fooled. That whole speech you gave me about choosing between your sexuality and trying to figure out who you loved more was just a bunch of bullshit, wasn't it? I never meant anything."
"Sean, that's not fair."
"It's not about fair, it's about the truth. You never even considered me in this whole thing, did you? Fuck around with the freshman, I see the game you're playing. Corrupt the minor. Well let me tell you something, Marc. You are a selfish piece of shit and you deserve everything that you get. You know what? I even have a good mind to go tell Julie and Steve myself, right now." My jaw dropped in shock. "But I'm not going to. I'm going to let you deal with this on your own. Oh, and if Julie doesn't have it in her cold little heart to forgive you and dumps your sorry ass like she should, don't come crawling back to me because I'm through with you."
He turned around and went for the door. I stood there in shock, when he turned back around abruptly, his eyes welled with tears.
"No," he said, "That's wrong. If she dumps you I probably would take you back. And do you know why? Because I fucking love you!" He whipped around and practically ran from the room, not even bothering to slam the door. I heard his footsteps as he fled down the hallway and down the stairs.
I slumped back onto the bed, all of Sean's words ringing in my ears. He was right, wasn't he? I was a selfish piece of shit. And more than that, I was unable to set boundaries. Wasn't that what my psychiatrist said? I was always testing my limits. Well, Marc, you went too fucking far this time. Too fucking far. This was it, I knew it. My marriage was ended before it even started. And so much for sitting down tomorrow to sort out my personal life. Let's see if there's any more shit I could pile on.
But Sean was wrong about one thing. I did care about him. Maybe I didn't show it. But I did, goddamn it. Julie wasn't the most affectionate person, but I knew that deep down inside she did love me. You might not notice it, but she did. And I loved her. But I loved Sean too. And here we are back at the fucking beginning again. I buried my face in my hands and tried to cry, or express some sort of emotion. But I was still comfortably numb from this sordid affair.
I heard more footsteps and I looked up. Standing in the doorway was Alex, Steve's roommate. Normally I would have been turned on by his presence, he was wearing a crumpled T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts that exposed his very nicely-defined legs. He played varsity soccer so he had the perfect build to fill-out the jockwear he had on. But like I said, I was too comfortably numb.
"What are you doing here, Marc?" Alex said, entering the room. That was a really good question, in more ways than one.
"I don't know," I said softly. Honestly.
Alex peeled off his T-shirt revealing a beautifully sculpted chest, with a light dusting of red hair, the same color that graced his head. But right now his beauty was wasted on me. Comfortably numb. "Dude," he said, tossing his shirt aside, "Julie's been looking for you."
I stared at him blankly. "She has?"
"Yeah, you might want to go talk to her."
I smiled. "You know what, Alex? You don't know how right you are. I think that's exactly what I need to do."
And without even saying goodnight, I left the room and went to find my girlfriend.
To Be Continued...
I apologize for the delay. Life somehow got in the way of my writing. It has a tendency to do that. As always, I appreciate all forms of feedback, just drop me a line.
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