CORRUPTING A MINOR
-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)
CHAPTER 4
I opened my eyes as wide as I could and tried to take in the situation. I had a hard time remembering where I was, but Sean's arm draped across me reminded me. I could make out Julie's form in the light pouring in from the hallway and she looked pissed.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she shouted. That hurt my head. "You fucking cheated on my with fucking frosh fag!" That caused Sean to sit up. And Julie was still going. "You fucking shithead!" she bellowed.
Then she stopped yelling, took a few short breaths, and said, "Ok, look. I can't deal with this right now. I have to go down to the shelter, I'm already late. I'll deal with this when I get back."
She grabbed what appeared to be her North Face jacket and slammed the door behind her. That also hurt my head. It was swimming from all the alcohol and weed and sex. I think I was still drunk. The clock said 8:50 and I know we didn't get to sleep before five or six. I felt Sean fidgeting behind me. I couldn't deal with this. I buried my head in my pillow and wished it would go away. I cheated on Julie. With a guy. This didn't bode well for my sanity.
"Marc?" I heard Sean say as he propped himself up on his elbow. "Are you ok."
No I was not OK. This little fucker seduced me and now not only was my girlfriend was mad at me, but I had to cope with Sean's feelings as well as try to deal with what would ultimately be questions of my own sexuality if I ever stopped to actually think about them. And now wasn't going to be one of those times.
"Marc?" Sean asked again. "I said, are you ok?"
"Get out." I mumbled into my pillow. He didn't make any move to go. "Get out." I repeated. "Just get the hell out, please."
That got him into gear. He tried to protest but I stopped him. He crawled out of bed and gathered up his clothes which were scattered on the floor. I watched him get dressed, sliding his boxers over that nice tight ass. His muscles rippled slightly as he pulled his shirt on. I buried my face again.
When he finished dressing he opened the door, and before he left, called my name once more. I ignored him. There was a pause and then I heard the door close behind him.
I tried to go back to sleep. My head was still reeling, and too many thoughts were running through my brain. After about an hour of trying to sleep, I decided to get up and go for a swim. The pool opened early on Sunday morning, but it wasn't generally used. I swam for two straight hours. Swimming always helped me relax, cleared my mind. I completely forgot about Sean and Julie and how crappy my life was going to be until I confronted the situation.
After returning home and showering I tried to work on my thesis. I sat in front of my computer in my underwear and just stared at it. The swimming had sobered me up, and wore me out so I tried to nap. That didn't work either. I needed to talk to Julie. But she wouldn't be home until dinnertime. So I decided to talk to Sean.
I through on some khakis and T-shirt and walked barefoot down the hall. I found Sean sitting at his computer looking absolutely miserable, and Chatham and Breanna lying in bed, cuddling. Breanna was wearing one of Chatham's shirts and pair of his boxers. Her hair was up, and even in her unmakeuped state she looked appealing. Not really appealing, per se, but definitely doable. And she probably was doable, considering she was sleeping with Chatham. And for a brief moment I wondered if the two of them would be interested in a little menage-a-trois; Chatham was shirtless and aside from a bit of a gut, he was pretty chiseled. OK, I needed to stop this.
"Marc!" Chatham exclaimed. "Come on in, buddy. Good game last night, huh?"
He was way too chipper. Breanna giggled and snuggled closer. Nevermind, I thought, they were definitely not worth fucking. Let them have each other.
"Yeah, I guess it was," I answered bluntly. "You got a minute, Sean?" He ignored me, which wasn't picked up by Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber on the bed because Chatham was still talking.
"Yeah, this little shithead got in preeeetty late last night, or should I say early this morning." Breanna giggled again, and Chatham squeezed her tighter. "For some reason he denies it, but I think he got laid by some chick last night."
"I highly doubt that," I said.
"So do I. But the only reason to deny it would be because she was so butt-ass ugly he's ashamed." Chatham laughed and Breanna giggled yet again.
I thought about shoving her face into the wall.
"No, I mean I doubt it because he was with me all night." Sean's ears perked up and he stared at me, slackjawed, with a horrified expression on his face. Don't worry, little guy, I'm not giving away your dirty secret.
"Oh, really?" Chatham replied. "With you?"
"Yeah, with me. When we walked by your door we could hear you two going at it like rabbits –" Breanna's face became instantly bright red "- and Sean didn't want to interrupt. I let him crash on my futon."
"You heard us," Breanna stammered.
"Yeah, well I was wondering what the noise was when we entered the building.
It wasn't until we got to the top of the stairs I realized where it was coming from. I went to the bathroom three minutes later and it was over. If I had none you went that fast, Chatham, I wouldn't have let Sean lie down, but he was already asleep so I left him there." Chatham scowled. Sean was grinning. "Anyway, I looked at that paper you gave me, so if you want to come take a look at them, Sean, the corrections are in my room."
"Paper?" Sean asked, confused.
"Yeah, the one you gave me last night?" It sparked finally, and although it was a really forced lie, Chatham and Breanna didn't pick up on it because they were arguing about who was being louder.
Sean followed me to my room and sat on the futon as I sat on the bed. What followed was a really awkward silence. I had to break it.
"Ok, look," I said, talking really fast, "we need to get a few things straight. I understand you probably have a few issues you need to work through, but I can't, I just can't help you with that right now. I need to smooth things over with Julie. She's too important to me to fuck this up for a one night thing. I love her so much and if I screwed this up I screwed this up, but we had a great time, I mean I hope you had a great time, I know I did but that's all it was. Julie and I have something really special and whatever we did isn't going to compare to that. And I'm really sorry and I know what you are going through, but I have my thesis and med school and too much shit to deal with, but if you need to talk I'll try to make time for you, but we can never do this again, agreed?" I took a deep breath.
Sean just sat there dumbfounded.
"And I'm sorry I kicked you out this morning. It was really shitty of me, but I was still drunk and didn't know what else to do. My reality was upside down and your naked body next to me wasn't helping." He laughed at that. I smiled back. "I suck, don't I?" I said.
"No, you don't suck. I need to work this out. I don't know if I'm, if I'm, well, gay or not. Or bi. Or, I don't know. You said something last night about sex being just sex, and well, I guess you could be right."
"And that was some sex," I said. That got another laugh out of him. "And speaking of which, if I smooth this over with Julie, I'm sure that she'd like to have a repeat of last night. It was pretty hot."
"Sure," he answered. "I think I'd like that." He stood up and stared awkwardly at each other again. I reached over and pulled him close for a big hug, squeezing his back.
"It'll be alright," I said. And as I pulled away, for reasons unknown to me at the time, I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Everything will be fine."
Not to get into the nitty-gritty details, over the next two days Julie and worked everything out. Somehow I managed to convince her that I wasn't thinking straight, and that I wasn't cheating on her, and I did it all to help Sean deal with his sexuality and deal with the tryst we had that night.
She bought it. And to be honest, most of what I said was true. I even came to grips with the fact that I might have more homosexual urges than I let myself believe in the first place, but I also had those urges about women I met as well. And what it all came down to was that I really, truly loved Julie from the bottom of my heart. In fact, this made us even closer, because we were able to discuss our feelings openly, which really helped our relationship. And the sex was even better than before.
And believe it or not, it made Sean and I closer as well. And Sean and Julie closer. We became this little inseparable threesome. We didn't fuck around, but we did everything together. And if one of us were busy, it was just two of us that went out. Bizarre as it may sound, it didn't bother me that Sean and Julie spent so much time together. I got really busy with my thesis, so if I stayed home one weekend night, Sean took Julie out to party.
A lot of times Sean would crash on my futon and Julie in the bed with me. Sometimes I'd walk in and Julie and Sean would be asleep on the bed, though always fully clothed.
We talked about everything and everyone. Sean was dealing with his newly found bisexuality very well. Sometimes we'd sit in the cafeteria and check out all the guys and girls walking by, give them ratings. I felt like a highschooler again.
I don't think anyone really noticed that we were all so close. Chatham didn't give a rat's ass about what Sean was doing, as long as it wasn't impinging on his social life. Steve made a comment once about us being the three musketeers with some crude comment about "all for one and one for all." But I told him to mind his own fucking business and he never mentioned it again. We hung out a lot with Steve and his brothers. Sean was considering pledging ASX.
In short, we were having a grand old time.
But then one day things took a different turn. It was the middle of the week and I was heading to the library to do some research for my thesis, and I bumped into Sean. He worked at the front desk, a work-study program for his financial aid. We shot the shit a bit. He asked me where'd I'd been in the past week.
"Research is going really well," I told him. "Can't stop now."
"So, I've been thinking," he said, all of a sudden getting really quiet. "You know, maybe if you wanted to, and if Julie wanted to, we could . . ." He paused. "You know, mess around sometime?"
I smiled. Horny little bastard, I knew it was only a matter of time before he'd ask. I'm surprised it took him so long. "Sure. I'll ask her. When do you think you'd want to?" I suddenly realized it was like we were making an appointment. Sure, let's see, I can pencil you in for Tuesday at 2:00. How does that sound?
"Well, she asked if I wanted to rent a movie tonight with you guys so maybe . . ."
"She said that?" I asked. "I told her I was going to be working in the library until at least eleven tonight."
"Oh, that's weird. I was surprised really because she said we were renting `Dazed and Confused' and I know you hate that. Well, some other time then. And if you finish early, we'll be starting the movie around nine."
"Not bloody likely," I said in a faux British accent, dropping it quickly because Sean didn't appear particularly amused. "I have way too much work to do tonight. And nothing can make me watch that horrid movie again."
And after closing up the conversation I went into the stacks to do some hard core work. That didn't last long. I was antsy. And horny. Julie and I hadn't slept together in almost a week. Hell, I could stand to watch some of the movie if it meant a little nooky afterwards. So I promptly packed up my knapsack and went off to Julie's room.
It was locked so I let myself in. And what I got was the shock of my life. A bottle of vodka lay on the nightstand, along with a few glasses. Julie was sitting on the bed facing away from the door, stark naked, and bouncing up and down. Under her I could see a pair of legs, jeans bunched around the ankles, and a pair of running shoes. And I recognized those running shoes. Sean's. They were both moaning and groaning as she rode Sean's prick.
I stood frozen, unsure of exactly what was going on. Julie was crying for it to be harder and faster. Sean was begging her to ride him. He was lewdly massaging her buttocks. I was not happy. It suddenly hit me hard and I reached new levels of rage. I always had a temper but this took the cake. The little fucker made sure I was going to be away so he could bang my girlfriend. The little fucker had to die.
"What the fuck is this shit?!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs, slamming the door behind me.
Julie slowed her bouncing and looked over her shoulder. "Oh, hi honey," she said with a smile. "We didn't expect you till later." The look on Sean's face, however, was not one of amusement.
"Obviously not!" I shouted. "Get off of him." I went over to the bed, tossing aside my backpack and grabbed Julie underneath her arms. I pulled her off, and lifting her in the air plopped her into the desk chair. Sean was left exposed and he crawled backwards on his hands and heels and curled away from me.
"Come on, Marc," Julie said, "we were just fooling around."
"Like hell you were." I turned back to Sean. "You fucking maggot." He still had his shirt on so I grabbed a clump of the front fabric and yanked him off the bed to his feet. His pants were still around his ankles so he had trouble finding his balance. Not that it mattered because I gave him a hard shove and he stumbled backwards, tripping and falling against the wall with a thud. Crouched on the floor I could see a look of pure terror in his eyes. And he had every right to be afraid.
"I can't believe you did this, you fucking piece of shit! She's my girlfriend!"
Sean tried to stammer an apology.
"Get out," I hissed.
He tried to stammer another apology. I don't think he was breathing.
"I said GET OUT!" I reached behind me, grabbed the bottle of vodka off the nightstand, and hurled it as hard as I could in Sean's direction. He shielded his bowed head with his arms as the bottle hit the wall above him and shattered. Shards of glass fell onto his cowering body, cutting his back and arms, and showering him in alcohol.
"MARC!" Julie cried in horror.
"Shut up!" I reached behind me again and picked up one of the glasses. To Sean I cried again, "Get the hell out of here." I raised the glass. He instantly galvanized and tried to scramble to his feet. He stuck his hand right down onto one of the glass shards and I saw him cringe in pain. He managed to get to his feet and pull his pants up. He was very shortly out the door and running down the hall.
I turned to Julie who was pale as a ghost. "Wh-what the hell?" she stammered.
I was breathing really heavy from the adrenaline rush. When I calmed my breathes down I said to her, "The cocksucker was playing us."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"He fucking seduced you!"
"Seduced me? We had a few drinks. It just happened."
"Bullshit it just happened. He planned this."
"Planned this? He said you bailed on him. You were supposed to watch a movie but decided you had too much work. So he asked me if I wanted to since he already rented it. That doesn't sound like he fucking planned it!"
I laughed in spite of myself. I told Julie what he told me, about her having rented the movie and how I told him I was going to be working all night. She quickly realized he had planned to make sure I wasn't going to be around that night. Planned it all along. Although we didn't quite no why, since we were both willing to fuck around with him. My only guess is that he wanted to break us up because he wanted one of us, which would be a ridiculous way to go about it. So basically I had no clue what the hell he was up to. But what I did know is that we needed to teach the little fuck a lesson. And a good one. And Julie agreed.
We waited a week before executing it. In the meantime we didn't speak to Sean at all. In fact, whenever he saw either of us in the hall or on campus he actively avoided us. I saw him with a bandage across his palm and I felt a bit guilty. But not much. There was plenty of time to feel guilty.
On Saturday afternoon, we put Operation Fuck the Fucking Fucker into action.
I sent him a simple email.
sean,
stop by sometime tonight. we need to talk.
marc and julie
And then we waited.
More to come real soon. As always, comments and suggestions are welcomed.
Marc miniegg69@hotmail.com