by Ostle, J. L.
“This isn’t over.” Devon storms to his room and groans again when he reaches it.
“I think this will make a lovely Facebook post. I wonder if it will go viral?” I tease, but as soon as I say it, I feel myself being lifted, my arms pinned to my sides by Zeal while Benjamin tries to grab for my phone.
I free one of my arms and bend forward, hugging my phone, my ass pressing against Zeal. Benjamin is in front of me on his knees, trying to snatch my phone from my hands. If anyone walked in, this wouldn’t look like an innocent position to be in.
“Give us the phone,” Benjamin says.
“Over my dead body.” I fall forward, landing on Benjamin with Zeal on top of me so it looks like I’m in the middle of a sandwich.
I start crawling out. I yelp when I feel hands on my ankles, pulling me back. I’m twirled around, Benjamin above me, smiling cheekily down at me. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
“I think I’m hilarious.” I wink at him then push his chest before I turn myself back around and start crawling again until I’m able to stand. I start to head for my room when I’m lifted from the ground again.
I can’t stop laughing. I use all my weight until Benjamin lowers me enough to stand on Zeal’s feet, and when he lets me go, I run to the dining area and stand on one side, all three guys opposite.
“You are outnumbered, princess.” Devon grins at me.
“I’m not a quitter.” I stick my tongue out at them.
Zeal comes to my left, Benjamin to my right, and Devon climbs over the table. I scream before crawling under the table and running to the front door. I’ve just made it to the handle when, once again, I’m being lifted, but this time my legs are lifted also, and my arms are pinned to my sides.
I’m taken to Benjamin’s room and thrown onto his bed. “Nice sheets, Benny boy. You have got some real feminine taste,” I laugh.
Benjamin crawls so he’s on top of me again, his eyes going dark. “I think someone needs to be punished. Now give us your phone.”
“You mean this phone?” I show him before I place it down my pants. I grin to myself. I should have just done that from the start.
Benjamin stands up. All three of them are staring me down. “Do you think we won’t go down there to get it?” Devon smiles wickedly at me.
“Because you really don’t know us then.” Zeal smiles. I look to each of them and then I try to escape again, but Devon comes behind me, pinning my hands above my hand. Zeal kneels, keeping my legs down.
“Benjamin, don’t even think about it.” I try and wiggle out.
“Told you you should have given us your phone.” Benjamin comes to my side and his hand glides down my stomach until he reaches the top of my jeans. I squirm a little harder. I feel his hand reach under, and after a moment, he releases his hand, shaking his hand. “It’s actually in her underwear.”
“You put your phone in your panties?” Zeal asks me.
“I just put it down there before you took it.” I wiggle some more but then I just sigh and stay still. “Come on. I know you can’t get it, so let’s just say I won and let me go.” I pout.
Each of them looks at each other before they look down at me with wicked smiles. Benjamin's hand goes back into my jeans, and when I feel him push my underwear, I start to squirm more. My body is heating up. I feel his fingers against my skin. He grabs for the phone but his knuckle presses against my clit, and without my accord, a groan escapes my lips. Benjamin’s fingers stop moving.
I’m so embarrassed; my eyes are closed tight.
Ground, please open up and swallow me whole.
The room is silent and then Benjamin’s fingers start to move. He pushes the phone to the side, his fingers gliding along my folds, causing my body to shake. He presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing it slowly.
I feel hands glide up my legs and down my arms. I open my legs, spreading them, stretching my arms above me. My eyes remain closed.
I feel the top button of my jeans being undone and the zip goes down. My phone gets taken out of my underwear, but Benjamin’s fingers stay where they are. He enters two fingers, and I arch my body off the bed.
Hands are stroking along my arms, down my sides and back up again. I feel nails scratch along my stomach. So many different types of touches, different sensations, it’s all making me feel hazy, like I’m floating.
An ache starts to build between my thighs. I try and close my legs, but Zeal is between them and he stretches them more.
I lift my lower back, wanting to ease some of this tension, but I’m kept pinned down on the bed. I moan out again when I feel Devon’s tongue along my jaw, one of his hands stroking my hair, his other hand holding my hands down.
I am so lost.
That ache is getting stronger. I’m ready to beg when I hear one of the guys’ phones ringing, breaking the spell. I open my eyes to see three pairs of eyes looking down at me with so much want and heat.
I pull myself away from their touch, falling off their bed, landing on my ass, hurting it in the process. “Hey, you okay?” Zeal starts to walk towards me, but I lift my hand, stopping him. Someone’s phone stops but then starts up again.
I stand up, my eyes still on them. I walk over to Benjamin’s desk, taking the phone that’s ringing and answering it.
“Who is this?” a girl’s voice says.
“Jamie,” I answer. I can’t look away from them. My body is still heated, and my heart is ready to punch out of my chest.
“Hey, Jamie. Can you tell the guys Cheryl is still good for tonight, please?” With her words, my body feels like a bucket of ice water just got poured over me, and the guys must sense the change.
“Yeah. I’ll tell them now.”
“Thank you, honey.” I know this girl isn’t being bitchy or malicious. She obviously knows they sleep around and is okay with it.
“Cheryl is letting you know that she is good for tonight.” I pass Zeal the phone while I bend down, picking up mine and doing up my jeans. “I’ll be in my room.” I walk out, feeling like I’m doing the walk of shame across the room.
What was I thinking? I could hit myself. How far would I have gone?
I sit on my bed, crossed legged, turning on the TV. I hear the guys moving about but I stay put. What if I slept with them? Three guys at once? I definitely would have to move out after as it would be too awkward to stay, and I wouldn’t want to see or hear them have sex with other women afterwards.
It’s a good thing Cheryl called when she did. It was fate.
Imagine having three penises, one after the other. My vagina would be so sore afterwards.
I’m still in my own thoughts when there’s a knock on my doorframe and I see them standing there. My cheeks flush. They come in, all of them taking a seat on the bottom of my bed.
“We want to talk about what happened.” Zeal looks at me, giving me a small smile. “We shouldn’t have gone that far.” I don’t say anything.
“I shouldn’t have tried to get the phone knowing where it was, and I shouldn’t have continued touching you like I did.” Benjamin nervously glides his fingers through his hair.
“We got caught up in the moment. We’re all to blame,” Devon adds.
“I know. But it’s not like I tried stopping you,” I finally say.
“You get now why you have to move out. Something like that can’t happen again, and with you living here, it could,” Devon continues. I look at him.
They’re still talking about me moving out. I stand up, anger and frustration taking over. “Oh my God. I am not moving out, and, don’t worry, I think I’m able to control any urges I have towards you. What happened will never happen again as you three are just massive assholes. Please get out of my room.” I point to my doorway.
“Jamie…” Benjamin stands.
“Get out!”
Zeal stands up and they start to leave. What about our doors?” Zeal asks.
“Give me back my door and you will get yours.” He n
ods and leaves.
I am so pissed that, if I still had my door, I would slam it. I start pacing my room before I grab my phone, watching the video I made. I open my Facebook and decide to post it, tagging the guys so everyone on their friends list can watch. They will probably untag themselves, but hopefully, by then, it's too late and it will have started being spread.
I hide my phone in my pillowcase and stand near my window with my arms crossed, waiting for the guys yet again to waltz right back into my room, and after ten minutes, they barge in.
“What the actual fuck?” Devon shoves his phone in my face with the video being played.
“I guess I don’t like people telling me what to do.” I shrug.
“You did this on purpose.”
“Like you throwing a party or taking my door? You just hate that I did something before you. Now get out of my room before you spread cooties on my things.” I swish my hands, shooing them away.
“You shouldn’t play games with me, princess. You won’t win.” He moves in close to me.
“You started it. Obviously, it should be me to finish, babe.” He moves in closer to me, his body nearly pressed against mine. I can feel heat radiating from him. His eyes look intently in mine, neither of us looking away. His eyes start to change, causing my body to heat up again. I subconsciously lick my lips and his eyes go to them, our breathing picking up.
He looks back up, staring at me. He steps back when there is a knock on the front door. I look to the ground, and he steps back so there’s a few feet between us. Zeal comes back a moment later, telling us Cheryl is here.
Each of them looks at me before walking to the living area and I walk to my doorway. They all greet Cheryl with a peck on the lips or a tight embrace.
She is beautiful. She has long black hair that has blue highlights underneath. Her skin is just as pale as mine. Her make-up looks like it’s been done professionally. She is wearing a tight red dress that hugs her perfect body, and red heels to match.
She looks over to me and smiles, walking over and pulling me into a hug. “You must be Jamie. I’ve heard some interesting stories about you.” She winks at me. “Will you be joining us?” I must look like a deer caught in headlights.
“Sorry, but I’ll be in my room, watching a movie or something. I’m not into… I mean what you guys do…” I get tongue tied and she giggles.
“It's fine. Just thought I’d offer. You are very beautiful. No wonder you have my guys’ head turned.” She kisses my cheek, giving me a wink before she saunters over to the guys and they go to Devon’s room.
Of course, I had to take the doors the day they’re going to being have sex.
When don’t they have sex?
What if I’d had sex with them? They would have had sex with her after. They are her guys? She must sleep with them on a regular basis.
I remember Benjamin saying they’re looking for someone to have a relationship with, which means she is just in their lives for sex, but it sounds like they’re close if they spoke about me to her. They must be good friends.
I sit back on my bed, hitting play, but once I hear groaning and banging, I know there is no way I can stay here until they’re finished. I don’t want to hear sex noises in HD.
I decide to go to a bar. Hopefully, I’ll have enough to drink that I will pass out once my head hits the pillow.
I know there’s a college bar ten minutes from here, so I walk that way, and when I reach the place, it’s half full already. I’m just happy I can take a seat and people watch. I grab a stool at the far end of the bar and look down to see how many people are waiting to be served. I grab the drinks menu, looking at the different options until I decide on a cocktail.
I’m leaning on my arms, biting my lip while I read, when a very cute bartender comes over, giving me a warm smile. “What can I get you, beautiful?”
“Can I have a cherry pop, please?”
“Coming up.” He grabs a glass and starts preparing it. I watch him make the fruity drink, and I can’t help but notice how good-looking he is. Messy brown hair, green eyes, and a five o’clock shadow. I’m still watching him when he looks up. I quickly look at my hands, hating that I was checking him out.
He hands me my drink and it looks so pretty. “Here you go.”
My fingers touch his and I feel heat wrap around my hand and arm. I look up at him; he’s looking at our fingers. I’m sure he felt the same thing. I open my purse to pay, but he shakes his head. “It’s on me.”
“Thank you.” His eyes are still on mine. I can’t look away, and it seems like he can’t either.
“Yo, Jesse, can I get another round?” a guy yells from down the bar. Jesse looks at me one more time then walks towards the guy and makes up his drinks. I feel like I can finally breathe. There is definitely something in the water around here. The guys here are just so breathtaking. I take a long swallow from my drink, shaking my head.
I stay in my seat, listening to the music from the jukebox, drinking a little too fast. I finish my drink in fifteen minutes. It tastes just like juice and it’s going down nicely.
I debate if I should message Clarissa, but I’m not ready to tell her what happened earlier. I will tell her. Hell, I need to tell someone, and she is my only friend.
I definitely need another drink.
A woman with spiky pink hair serves me next and I order the same thing again. I play with the ice with my straw, thinking things through.
An hour later and I’m on my third drink. Jesse served my last order, but we didn’t have a chance to say anything as the bar started to pick up. I see a few pretty girls come in and start flirting with him. I watch him smile at them, being nice, but he doesn’t really flirt with them as most bartenders would. As if he can feel someone watching him, he turns my way while making a drink and winks at me, catching me by surprise. It's his job though, isn’t it? Be nice to the customers.
I look at my phone, checking the time, when I see I have a Facebook message and I groan when I see it’s from Zeal, asking where I am. I ignore it, ordering another drink from the girl, and when she hands me my drink, she takes out two shot glasses, filling them with clear liquid.
“I didn’t order these,” I tell her.
“I know, but it looks like you could use it.” She passes mine and lifts the other, wanting me to do the same. She taps my glass with hers, then downs the liquid. I follow suit, and once the burning liquid slides down my throat, my face scrunches up. That is the most horrid thing I have ever had in my mouth. It tastes like paint cleaner or something.
“You are so adorable.” She laughs. She charges me just for my cocktail and giggles all the way to the register.
I take a long sip of my own drink and I can still taste whatever she gave me. I can feel the contents in my stomach.
Vengaboys comes on, playing Boom Boom Boom Boom, and I can’t help but quietly sing along to the words. Growing up, I had to listen to nineties music. My mom loved it. I’m bopping my head when I see my phone lighting up on the bar. I have a message from Benjamin, asking me to reply, but I don’t.
Another hour goes by and I finally feel relaxed and happy. I find out the girl bartender is called Trix, and when she’s not serving, she comes over and talks to me. We do another shot, but it’s only tequila and I know I can handle it.
Kind of.
I’ve lost count of how many drinks I’ve had, and I’m wondering if I should get another before I go home. I’m still thinking it over when another cherry pop is put in front of me. I look up and see Jesse standing there, cleaning a glass.
“I thought you would like another. I can tell by that little crease.” He touches the space between my eyebrows. “You were deciding to have another or not. So I made the decision for you.”
Again, I can’t form words.
Speak, girl. Speak.
“Thank you.” I subconsciously smack my head. Is that all you’re going to say tonight over and over? Those are the only words that have come from
my mouth whenever he comes my way.
“No worries.” He turns around. I hate that his eyes are no longer on me. Say something. For all things Holy, say something.
“I’m Jamie, by the way.” God, I’m an idiot. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. But he turns and smiles at me.
“So you can talk.” He chuckles. “I’m Jesse.” He sticks his hand out for me to shake. When I place my hand is his, I notice how big it is. My body comes alive. He doesn’t let go right away. I think he’s thinking something over as he stares at our joined hands. He is biting his lip; I just want to bite it for him.
Wait. Where did that come from? Whoa, stop having thoughts like this. Finish your drink and go back home like a good girl.
“Sorry. I’ve had a weird couple of days. My brain is kinda fried.” And I’m drunk. “Thanks for the drink. What do I owe you?”
He shakes his head again. “On me.”
I shake my head this time. “No, I can’t let you do that. I don’t mind paying.” I try and open my purse, but he leans over, placing his hand on top of mine, stopping me. His face is a few inches away from mine. I can feel his breath on me.
God, how I wish I could just lean in closer and place my lips on his. But I quickly pull away and thank him again like an idiot.
“So, you’re the girl I’ve been hearing about all day.” He smiles at me, and I look at him, confused. “Guys have been talking about a new hot girl on campus that had this attractive girl on her but who is supposedly straight.” He pauses. “I know nearly everyone at this school and I would definitely remember a hot girl named Jamie.”
The party. Guys were talking about what happened with the party.
“Yeah. I was teaching my new roommates an important lesson.”
“Which was what?” He leans on the bar, coming in closer.
“Not to mess with me.”
He stands back up, his eyes connecting with mine. “Who are your roommates?”
I bite my lip before answering. “Benjamin, Zeal, and Devon.”
His eyes widen for a moment. “I bet they weren’t expecting you.”
