Chapter 12

Andrew

Jake takes another hit on his blunt and passes it on to PJ. We came back to PJ’s straight after the game tonight to get it ready for the party.

It is now 7:00 p.m., and we are chilling in the backyard pre-gaming. This means Jake and PJ getting high and chugging down Southern Comfort and lemonades, Drew eating his weight in Oreos, and me sipping on a beer.

The kitchen is already fairly full of alcohol, but the party-goers will no doubt bring a shit ton more.

PJ showed Jake around earlier, giving him a key for one of the guest rooms if he wanted to hook up with anyone.

Jake just laughed and shook his head, declaring us “well out of his league of motherfucking players.”

“Hey, can you guys do me a favor?” Jake sits up and takes another hit. “Look out for George tonight? I think she’s nervous about coming. And her shitty friends are likely to just dump her for the first dick they see.”

He blows out his lungful of smoke.

“I got you, dude,” Drew gets out through his mouthful of cookie. Jake shoots him an appreciative look. PJ nods too, joint to his lips. Jake looks at me, and I shrug. He rolls his eyes.

“How about I just stay away from her? I think that’s probably best for everyone involved, yeah?” I finish my beer and decide to break my own rules and get myself another one.

***

As we wait for our opponents in beer pong to take their shot, Jake suddenly grins and starts waving like an idiot over my shoulder. I turn to see who it is.

Gina is standing in the kitchen with Drew. She looks gorgeous. Her long hair is swept over one shoulder, exposing her back through her low-cut dress.

Her dress is daringly short, grazing the bottom of her ass cheeks, almost the same color as her hair. High heels are giving her legs for days.

~Legs for days? Who the fuck am I?!~

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I scowl at the fact that she’s appealing to me for once. I catch a glare on her face before I turn back to my game, watching the ball bounce over our cups.

I nudge Jake in the ribs a little too roughly with my elbow.

“Oww! What the fuck, dude!” He frowns, rubbing his side.

“Sorry. Your shot.” I glance back toward Gina. Drew is handing her a drink and sharing a laugh with her. A trickle of jealousy runs through me at how easily they can hang out together.

***

I spent the last hour watching Jake get slobbered on by Macy. When is she gonna get the hint that he really isn’t interested in her?

Drew and Gina are looking real cozy on the sofa. He kept a drink in her hand all night, and I know how strong he makes those vodka and cokes.

I’ve had a couple off him tonight. I’m surprised she’s still upright.

Two juniors positioned themselves in front of me. I think they’re called Megan and Callie. I smile and nod a lot. They are both fooled into thinking I’m actually paying them any attention.

Jake has joined Drew and Gina on the sofa. I’m again surprised by the flash of feeling when he kisses her forehead. I look away, focusing on the pretty girls vying for my affection.

One of them, Callie, I think, has ginger hair. Darker than Gina’s but still similar enough.

When I look back up, they’re no longer on the sofa but dancing in a group. Gina’s arms are around Drew’s shoulders, her hips swaying in time with the music.

Her dress is tantalizingly high. I start to feel myself get hard. I look back at the redhead in front of me. ~Close enough.~

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“How would you like to come with me for a little bit?” It’s not really a question. To my surprise, both girls look at each other then nod excitedly.

~Oh shit! Impromptu threesome here we come.~

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I lead them to my room and twist the lock behind us. The few drinks in my system have made me horny, and I make quick work of ridding them both of their panties.

I bend them both over the side of the bed, their perky little asses in the air. Gina in her little shiny dress is still imprinted in my mind, making my dick rock hard with no prep needed.

I slide on a rubber and dive into the redhead’s wetness, wrapping her ginger hair around my hand and pulling her back roughly. The brunette next to her is glistening, ready.

I slide a finger inside of her, keeping the same tempo as my thrusts into her friend. I don’t last long, imagining Gina bending over in front of me instead of whoever this is.

This is totally about me getting off, not caring if they enjoy themselves. I pull out and walk into the bathroom, chucking the spent condom into the bin.

I wash the sex off my hands and go back to the girls, who are cuddled together, giggling.

“Well, thank you, ladies. Maybe we can do this again some time.” I flash them my usual panty-dropping smile and gesture toward the door. “But for now, let’s rejoin the party.”

My friends are still dancing in a group with Gina and the blonde jackals. Jake is pressed up behind Gina now, his hands on her hips.

She looks around and glares at me walking out with my arms around the two girls. Jake says something to her, which intensifies her death stare, and she angrily replies to him.

I walk the girls to the kitchen and grab myself a glass of water before sauntering over to the dance floor. The living room is packed with hot bodies, jumping to old-school hip-hop.

I get to my friends, and PJ and Drew both give me high fives. Jake grabs me and pulls me closer.

“Yo! Two girls at once, ~duuude~!” He slaps my shoulder, grinning. “How the fuck did you pull that one off? Or did they both pull you off, huh?”

Gina rolls her eyes and twists out of his grasp, walking toward the kitchen, pulling down on the back of her dress as she goes. Her walk looks a little unstable.

“But seriously, man, tell me all. Please!” Jake pulls me back to look at him.

“A gentleman never finger bangs and tells.” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively. Jake howls, clapping his hands together.

I watch the kitchen door, waiting for Gina to come back. She’s been gone going on thirty minutes now. My boys are still on the dance floor.

Gina’s friends are pushing up on some new unsuspecting guys. Still no Gina.

I walk out to look for her. The kitchen is empty except for a couple leaning up against the counter, looking very close to having full-blown sex right there in the kitchen.

The door to the garden is still open. I stick my head out and see her trying to get up off the wall by the patio, a half-empty bottle dangling from her hand.

She wobbles, then tumbles down the few steps. I hear a crack and wince. She groans. Then desperately scrambles to her knees, getting her face near the flower bed before she throws up.

I stride over and grab her hair back with one hand, rubbing up and down the exposed skin of her back while she heaves.

She sits back then drops down dead weight. I only just manage to catch her before her head hits the ground.

~Shit, she’s passed out~. ~I look around to see if anyone else is outside to help. Typically there isn’t. I scoop her up into my arms, bridal style.

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Her one shoe is hanging off her foot, still connected by the strap. The heel is snapped.

~That must’ve been the crack I heard, thank God.~

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“You better not throw up on me, Gina.”

She moans weakly, her head rolling on my shoulder.

I hike her slightly higher in my arms and walk around the side of the house to the sliding doors of my room.

I lay her gently on the bed, trying not to look too long at the flesh-colored thong, which I first think is bare skin, before I tug the dress down to cover her up again.

I run my hands through my already messy hair. This wasn’t the way I wanted to get her in my room.

I get a glass of water and a couple of aspirin from the bathroom and put them on the table next to her. “I’m gonna go get Jake for you, ok?”

She doesn’t stir.

I lock the door behind me and push through the crowd to find Jake, who was, once again, in Macy’s clutches.

I grab his arm and pull him away. He’s so fucked he stumbles a bit with the force. I right him before leaning into his ear, my hand still on his chest.

“Dude, I’ve got Gina passed out drunk in my room.”

In my defense, if I weren’t half drunk myself, I would have worded it better. But, in Jake’s defense, it really did sound a lot like I was bragging and wanted to get him in on the action.

But the swiftness that his fist connects with my face is kinda disconcerting. I step back from the furious look in his eyes, my hands raised in surrender.

“Jake! Fuck man, not like…that came out so fucking wrong…” I taste blood. Fucker must’ve split my lip. “Just…come with me.” I grab his arm, but he yanks it out of my grasp.

When we get back to my room, Gina isn’t on the bed any longer. Gagging from the bathroom alerts us to where she actually is. Jake immediately is in there.

I lock the door and sit on the edge of the bed. I can hear him talking softly to her, only answered by the wet sound of vomit.

After a long period of silence, Jake appears in the doorway shirtless. “Sorry, guy.” He motions to my face, wincing.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Is she okay?”

The shower starts up behind him.

“Yeah. I think she’s got most of it out. Is it cool if we stay in here tonight? I really don’t think I can get her past her dad in this state without getting my ass handed to me.”

“Yeah, no worries. You two can take the bed, and I’ll sleep on the floor.” Jake nods and sits down next to me. We both toe our shoes off. I nod toward him. “Did she throw up on you?”

He looks down at his naked chest and laughs. “Not on me she didn’t. But because I’m kind, I’m lending her my top. And you can fit on the bed too; it’s fucking huge. It’s no problem.”

The water stops, and Gina weakly calls out to Jake. He goes into the bathroom and comes back with Gina in his arms, dressed in his T-shirt, her head lying on his shoulder.

He lays her in the middle of the bed and covers her with the sheet, climbing in next to her.

She immediately cuddles up to him, eyes already closed, her wet hair draping over the pillow next to her. He presses his lips to her head and closes his eyes too.

I hit the lights and lie down next to her, on top of the sheets. The pillow is a little cold and damp from her hair. I slip my T-shirt off and lay it down to give some protection.

“Sorry, I thought you had her in here to take advantage of her, dude.” Jake whispers in the darkness. “If it’s any consolation, my fist really fucking hurts now.”

I can hear the laughter in his voice. “I know I fucking hate her at the best of times, but I’m not that much of a scumbag.”

“I know. I know you’re not like that, dude.” He yawns. “It was just like fucking déjà vu…” He trails off.

~Déjà vu? What the fuck does that mean?~

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