The Lie

by Chad Kultgen

  Every so often I would run into Kyle’s girlfriend, whom I came to despise even more after actually seeing her as a mindless sorority whore, a role that upon our first meeting I knew she would naturally fall into. I wished Kyle could see her at one of these parties. I reasoned that if he could see her flitting around like the whore she was he would finally be done with her. And, after endless conversations with him about her increased absence in their relationship and the strain it was putting on him, I thought sneaking him into a party at which I knew she would be present might tip the scales. But despite my insistence that he attend one such party he argued that he had to maintain respect for Heather by allowing her to have her own experiences without him. If she had wanted him to come to the party she would have asked him.

  With my best friend becoming a shell of himself—the core of his personality being sucked out by and wasted on worrying about this whore who at her own core could care less about him—and with the whores I myself was fucking offering me no true joy, I began to focus myself on the coming summer break. I had no obligations to the fraternity during the summer, and the sluts I would fuck would fuck me for my status again.

  One week before the semester ended I went to Petco and purchased a collar-and-chain set meant for large dogs, with the intent of going out the night after our last finals, finding a willing slut, fucking her, and then chaining her to a tree near the gazebo in my family’s backyard, where I would urinate on her repeatedly over the course of twenty-four hours, allowing her to eat and drink from dog bowls only. My father and his wife were going to be gone for almost the entire summer, vacationing in various places around Europe, making something like this very possible.

  My father and his wife had invited me to join them on certain legs of their vacation but I declined, preferring to spend my time alone, with sluts who would hopefully be chained up in the backyard, or with Kyle, who I also knew had no vacation plans and would be staying in Dallas for the entirety of the summer, probably working at a meaningless job to save some money.

  I envisioned myself inviting him over, taking him into the backyard to introduce him to a urine-covered whore who would be eating from a dog bowl, and explaining to him that his girlfriend was no different. I further wove the fantasy to include his actual girlfriend as the urine-covered whore. If such an act wouldn’t have ruined our friendship I thought I would have had no trouble convincing Heather to bathe in my urine while eating out of a dog bowl with little more than a promise of us going on a few dates in the first semester of our sophomore year.

  On the final day of our first year of college I checked donorsibling registry.com and found that I was the proud father of my fourth child, a son born to a man and woman who had had two natural children of their own in their youth but required the aid of a donor since the father had elected to have a vasectomy some years prior.

  summer

  I had worked every summer during high school at the AMC movie theater in Vista Ridge Mall near my parents’ house. My first summer of college, I did the same thing. The job was easy; a lot of the same people came back every summer, and I had worked there long enough to at least be making more than minimum wage. I started the summer thinking I’d see a lot of Heather, but that wasn’t really how things worked out.

  My mom got like this child support settlement from my dad that she had been waiting on for almost a year and she took me and my sister on a trip to Europe for like almost two months. I know it kind of pissed off Kyle, but what was I supposed to do, not go? Seriously. I mean, we were together every day pretty much for like the first week of summer, and then I saw him once or twice a week when I got back for almost the entire last month of summer vacation. I sent him some postcards and everything. I didn’t get why he was so pissed about the whole thing.

  I had assumed Heather’s absence for the majority of the summer would give Kyle ample time to realize he should move on, but it seemed quite the opposite was the case. He tacked every postcard she sent him to his bedroom wall and cherished them in the way a soldier’s wife might cherish letters from her husband. I caught him sniffing one on a Sunday afternoon in late June. It seemed he was so consumed with her that he was bordering on insanity, at least from my perspective. Aside from that, my summer was actually quite pleasant. I never found a willing participant for my dog-collar-and-chain scenario, which was surprising, but in keeping with the canine theme of the summer I did manage to coax a twenty-year-old slut from the University of North Texas into sucking our fourteen-year-old pug Cleveland’s dick with little more than the promise of a chance to eventually work her way up to sucking my dick. It wasn’t as entertaining as I might have imagined.

  part two

  sophomore year

  chapter one

  The first day of my second year at SMU was pretty much exactly the same as the first day of my first year. I got my job at Mac’s Place again and had to fill out all the tax forms. I moved all my shit into a dorm room at McElvaney and met my new roommate. I knew most of the other sophomores had moved off campus, but I couldn’t really afford it. So, yeah, I was back at McElvaney as the only sophomore I knew of on my floor, which seems like that would have made me pretty pathetic, but I really didn’t give a shit. My roommate was a freshman named Russ Hammilman. Russ was from Grapevine, a little suburb of Dallas, and he was majoring in business or some bullshit and couldn’t wait to rush in January. As soon as he moved in he grilled me for a solid half hour about what the frat parties are like. When he finally started to get the fact that I had no idea, he never really talked to me again. We just kind of had an unspoken deal to leave each other the fuck alone.

  After I moved all my shit in, I called Heather to see if she wanted to get lunch or something. I think she said, “Oh, babe, I’d love to, but I’m like supposed to eat with Andrea and some other Kappas. Is that okay?”

  I don’t know why it pissed me off so much when she said, “Is that okay?” I guess it was like she was asking permission even though it didn’t matter what the fuck I thought. She was going to do whatever she wanted to. I think I said something like, “Sure. How about dinner tonight then?”

  And she said, “I can’t commit now. I’m going to be pretty tired tonight after I move all of my stuff into the house. Can you believe I have my own room now?”

  I said, “Yeah, that’s great,” even though I really didn’t give a shit. I take that back. I actually did give a shit, because guys weren’t allowed in the girls’ rooms in the Kappa house, so if we wanted to fuck it was going to have to be in my shitty dorm room, and I knew that Heather would never actually want to stay in a dorm room at McElvaney over her own room in her sorority house. So when she did stay over, I knew it would only be for me and I was pretty sure she’d start to resent me because I’d be the only reason she had to leave her perfect sorority life. How did I not see what a fucking cunt she was? Every time I go back over it I’m still surprised by what a fucking idiot I was.

  Anyway, that first day back I pretty much wrote off getting to see Heather. I had one class orientation I was actually kind of looking forward to—molecular genetics lab. I’d taken the pre-req my freshman year, instead of my sophomore like most people do, because I really wanted to take molecular genetics lab as soon as I could.

  The orientation was pretty standard. The professor handed out the syllabus, tried to crack a few shitty science jokes, told us about the research he was doing, and then made us choose lab partners, saying this exactly: “Your lab partner will be the person you spend more time with than any other this semester. If you are married, if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, if you have a pet or child, tonight you should tell them that you love them and you will see them again in five months. Your lab partner is going to be your new wife, your new husband, your new boyfriend/girlfriend, your new pet, your new child. I realize you are all complete strangers and I don’t care. Whoever you choose today will be your lab partner until the semester ends or until one of you dies, period.” I actually kind of re
gretted taking the class a year early at that point. My friend Carl, who was my lab partner for almost every class that required one my freshman year, ended up transferring to Arizona State, which sucked because we had become decent friends, we worked pretty well together, and we were essentially on the exact same track with our majors. So we effectively could have been lab partners in every class up until graduation. But since he was in Arizona, I was kind of stuck with the luck of the draw, just hoping I didn’t get a complete douchebag.

  Of course everybody paired up immediately, and I got stuck with the fat guy who smelled like dirty armpits and farts. His name was Reginald Fromme and I swear to fucking God he was wearing a Harry Potter T-shirt and he had the beginnings of a Jedi Padawan braid on the back of his head. I wanted to fucking kill myself. Once we paired off we had to go up and sign our names on a list and then it was set in stone. I told myself it wouldn’t be that bad, even though I knew it was going to be.

  Every once in a while, maybe five or six times in your whole life, something will happen that seems so lucky, so out of the blue, that you almost believe there’s a god. This was one of those times for me. My fucking hand was on the pen and I was about to sign my name next to Reginald’s when two people came into the room. One was another fat guy who probably also smelled like shit and was wearing a Lord of the Rings T-shirt, and the other was a girl who was pretty cute, not fat, and probably did not smell like shit.

  As they came in the fat guy said, “Stop the press. Sorry I’m late. What’d I miss?” Reginald turned around, saw the guy, then turned back to me and, I shit you not, said, “My apologies, this lab partnership is terminated.” Then he went and started yelling at the other fat guy for being late. He said something like, “You have to be more punctual. I almost ended up getting stuck with that guy,” referring to me. “I would have never forgiven you.”

  So that left me with only one other choice for a lab partner—the cute chick, who I confirmed did not smell like shit. She said, “So I guess we’re partners.”

  I said, “Guess so.”

  “I’m Erin.”

  “Kyle. Nice to meet you.”

  “You too.”

  We signed our names next to each other and that’s how I met Erin Sullivan, who I admit I thought about that night while I jerked off because Heather opted to stay in her new room at the Kappa house.

  chapter two

  I know it probably pissed Kyle off that I spent my first night of sophomore year in the house, but what was I supposed to do, seriously? It wasn’t like I was going to sleep in fucking McElvaney Hall with him my first night back when I had just moved into my own room and everything. I made it up to him, though. The next night I stayed with him and had sex with him and let him finish in my mouth and he seemed to calm down a little and not be so high-strung, so it seemed like everything was getting back to normal. At least it did to me. I mean, at the end of our first year it was kind of getting strained because I couldn’t see him as much as he wanted me to, but we made it through that, and then over the summer I think he thought we would see each other more than we did, but I had to go to Europe. So now we were back, and even though we didn’t really see each other the first day, I let him cum in my mouth the second day. I figured I would see Kyle pretty much every other day and stay in his room maybe like two or three times a week and have sex with him one or two times a week and it would work out fine. Everything was fine.

  I signed up for whatever classes my counselor told me I needed and none of them seemed too hard so I wasn’t worried about that and I was just seriously excited to be living in the Kappa house for the most part.

  We had our first big back-to-school party like in the first or second week back, and even though Kyle was seriously like the biggest asshole ever in all of this and pretty much all of it was his fault, I guess at that party I did kind of do something that I can at least understand him being mad at me for. I mean, I guess I just shouldn’t have done it, but whatever, it still wasn’t as bad as anything Kyle did to me.

  I basically knew I was in for a long night before the party even started. The party was at Fiji, and a few of us went over to help them set up some stuff a few hours before it officially started. While we were setting up, this guy Cam Saunders, whose older brother Jim sometimes got coke and E for us, was like, “So my brother came through with some serious shit for this party,” and he pulled out like seriously a trash bag full of weed, coke, E, oxys, and a bunch of other pills—I had no idea what they were. He was like, “For being such good girls and helping us set this shit up, you ladies get one of each,” and he gave us all like half a gram of coke, some E, and some other stuff. Then he made us promise not to do them until the party started.

  I wasn’t like a big cokehead or anything. I had done it maybe like a dozen times or something at different parties my freshman year and it was pretty fun, so I didn’t have a problem with it or anything, and I knew the stuff that Cam’s brother got was like the best on campus.

  After we set up, Andrea, Jill, and I went back to our house to get ready and everything. I was pretty sure I’d be way too fucked up to see Kyle after the party, so I called him and told him I was just going to stay at the Kappa house that night. I never told Kyle about any of the drugs I did. I knew he’d be weird about it if he found out. It was just easier not to deal with it, seriously. Honestly he really was a pretty good boyfriend when it came to giving me space and everything during that time. He never even asked questions when I would sleep for like twelve hours the next day.

  So we got dressed back at our house and then walked down to the party with the stuff Cam had given us. When we got there, we all went to the bathroom together, did a few bumps, and took the E. Andrea took something else, too. I kind of drew the line at coke and E and obviously weed if it was around, but I tried to stay away from the really hard stuff. This coke was seriously the best I had had up to that point. I remember feeling so good and happy and just ready to dance. I could feel the music pumping through the bathroom door and I couldn’t even stop myself. I just opened it and went out into the shitty Fiji living room where they had this crappy DJ that I thought was incredible because of the coke and I just started dancing. Andrea danced with me a little bit, but I could tell she was having a way different experience. She was kind of just staring at the ceiling and trying not to fall down mostly. Whatever that other pill was, it didn’t seem like it went very well with the coke.

  And then like fifteen or twenty minutes after I started dancing the E kicked in and I swear to fucking God I felt like I was made of light or something. I guess it must have been really good coke and really good E mixed together or something, but I seriously didn’t even feel like I had a body. I just felt like I was the music or something. It was intense.

  I think I saw Brett walking around at one point and I tried to give him a hug but he just walked away or something. So I grabbed Andrea and rubbed her shirt, which was kind of silky and smooth, for a few minutes. At that point I didn’t really think I was going to do what I ended up doing. Then Brian showed up with Annie.

  Annie was like, “Hey, you rolling?”

  I was like, “Oh yeah.”

  She was like, “Where’d you get it?”

  I was like, “Cam.”

  She was like, “How much?”

  I was like, “He gave it to me for nothing so I don’t know. Probably like thirty.”

  She was like, “I’m gonna go find him.” Then she left.

  Brian was like, “For real, are you okay?” And I guess I was kind of sweaty or something because he was like, “You need me to get you a towel?”

  I was like, “No, I’m great. I’ve been dancing for a while is all.”

  He was like, “How was your summer?” I guess I hadn’t seen him since we all came back.

  I was like, “Awesome. I went to Europe with my mom and sister. How about you?”

  He was like, “I actually couldn’t stop thinking about you and about that last party at the en
d of last year, for real.”

  I was like, “Yeah, me too.”

  He was like, “Can we go somewhere that’s not two feet from a speaker?”

  I was like, “Okay.”

  He took me by the hand and led me off to some guy’s bedroom that had the old beer and sweaty-nuts smell. We sat down on the guy’s bed and Brian just leaned in and started kissing me, pretty much like right where we left off the year before. Oh my God, it felt so fucking good and I know it was because I was so fucked up from drinking and E—I’m pretty sure I was over the coke at that point, but the E was like hitting me right at its most intense point. I didn’t know if Brian was high or anything, but he was definitely drunk because I had to suck his dick for like five minutes before it even got hard or before I even really realized what I was doing.

  It just kind of happened in the heat of the moment type of thing, you know. We were making out, and then I was sucking his dick in some guy’s room in the Fiji house. At some point he tried to push my head back to stop me and he was like, “Wait, what about your boyfriend?”

  I was like, “Shut up,” and just kept sucking his dick. I don’t think he took a shower before the party, because his nuts were worse than the nut smell in the guy’s room, but his dick was clean, it wasn’t too salty or anything. And on E, sucking his dick was so fucking nice. At some point during it I think the guy whose room it was came in or something, because the door opened, but he must’ve seen what was going on and left because he shut the door and everything.

  So I sucked his dick for like another five minutes after he got hard and he came in my mouth, which was also really hot on the E Cam had given me. He came a lot, too. It was like a huge amount, which was also kind of hot to me in a way it never had been when other guys had done it—like I had given him such a good blowjob that it emptied everything he had. I swallowed all of it that went in my mouth—some kind of dribbled out because there was so much—and then went up to kiss Brian. He turned his head, though, which wasn’t a big deal. Some guys won’t kiss you after you’ve sucked their dick. There have been times when it’s close to my period and I’m not really into kissing a guy after he goes down on me. So I just lay next to him.