wrong, but I was too far gone to turn back.
A trickle of sweat slid down my nose, dropping onto Sloan’s wrinkled forehead. Her eyes flung open as she grabbed the back of my neck, digging her fake nails into the base of my spine. “I’m gonna come! Let’s come together.”
No way was that gonna happen. I wasn’t even close.
Sloan’s soft sighs suddenly turned into loud screams. I cringed, glancing at the door, worried that somebody could barge into the empty conference room at any moment. Her vagina pulsated, throbbing against my dick, but sadly it did nothing for me.
Crap, I have to come now or she’ll think I’m some tool.
I shut my eyes and tried to remove myself from the situation, allowing my mind to wander to my deepest subconscious. Yes, I was nit-picking for anything to help me out at the moment, but nothing was working. Feeling frustrated, my eyes pried open and I looked down below me. As my gaze traveled up Sloan’s jiggling breasts, onto her glistening neck and to her face, something happened. The dark hair, dark eyes…it was no longer Sloan beneath me, but Rocky. The blood rushed to my dick and whatever block I was feeling was somehow lifted.
“Rocky,” I whispered, caressing the side of her face.
“Rocky?” Sloan screeched, snapping me out of my hallucination. Her perplexed expression changed into one of amusement. “Eh, if boxers are your fetish I can live with it.”
And just like that any hope of coming was thrown out the window.
***
A familiar tune echoed from the dance hall. It took me a few seconds to realize it was the same song that played during homecoming, right before Rocky and I were torn apart.
Tap, tap, tap.
I groaned, trying my best to tune the melody out, and walked further down the hotel parking lot. The stupid song was just another grim reminder of everything wrong in my life, and it was quite fitting it’d be the soundtrack to my personal walk of shame.
“What are you doing out here, my man? I thought you’d be gloating.” Jason’s flushed face came to focus as he staggered in my direction. A voice inside my head told me to keep on walking, but as usual I ignored all warning signs and came to a halt. Beer bottle in hand, Jason came up beside me and looked me up and down. His liquor tinged breath was a bit hard to choke down and I found myself almost dry heaving. “Thought you’d be gloating.”
“What are you talking about?”
He snorted, taking a swig of beer. “Sloan? Figures you’d shag her on the first night.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shook his head and shoved something small into my hand. “Here.”
“What is it?” I asked, never taking my eyes off my new brother. His grey eyes seemed cold, calculating almost, but I chalked it up to inebriation.
“So you really are a pussy, aren’t you? Of course my mom would marry a lame ass dude with an even lamer son.”
“Feeling’s mutual, bro,” I snapped angrily.
His lips straightened before giving way to a smirk. “You ever smoke before?”
My gaze flitted down, knowing perfectly well the kind of ‘smoke’ he was talking about. As expected, a perfectly wrapped brown blunt sat on my palm. “Of course I have.”
“Good. Consider it a welcoming present.” Jason’s eyes blazed almost as if there was a fire lit behind them. Tossing me a lighter, he turned back toward the building.
“Wait, I don’t want this.”
“Stop being a pussy and just smoke it,” he hissed, not bothering to look back at me. “Trust me, this will be a night you won’t ever forget.”
Warning signs as bright as neon lights flashed before my eyes, but when have I ever paid them mind?
***
“Jesse! Wake up! Wake up!”
I felt a distinct slap on my face, yet it wasn’t enough to lift me from whatever dark ocean I was floating in. My skin sizzled, burning as the hand lifted away.
“Fuck!” Dad’s voice growled.
“Should we call 911?” Teresa screeched in horror.
Dad? Teresa? Wait, where was I?
My eyes slowly opened, blinking as if I had just awoken from a deep sleep. My head was pounding and my lungs felt constricted, tightening with every gasp of air. “W-what happened to me?”
“Oh, thank God!” Dad sighed and gently lifted me up so that I was propped up against a hard surface. Cool air blew across my face, a far cry from the night’s humidity.
Wait, how’d I get back inside?
“What were you thinking doing drugs?” Dad’s voice was