Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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"I can fuck your friend."
I wiped my tears and stared. I was in total shock.
I thought Sean was straight. How? When? Then I looked at him, really looked at him. He seemed gross enough to be one, not that I have a problem with straight people. He was a white guy with an ashy tone. When he smiled, you could see his ugly gums stained as dark as his lips.
Then I remembered the way he stared at Tristen's ass during class. Motherfucker! I knew it. I fucking knew that he had been getting off from that.
"W-what are you—No!" Tris quickly hid behind me and clutched my arm. "Wilder?"
The look on Tristen's face. I have never seen him this scared. His skin went paler than a ghost. Every breath he inhaled shook his poor little form. He looked so small and helpless. Made me wanna hug him, and kiss him, and squeeze—mental slap. Focus, Goddammit.
"Hey, don't worry." Sean leaned to eye-level Tris. "I'll be gentle. It's just to relieve the pain."
"Wilder." Tris squeezed my arm. "I really need to go home, like right now."
His shaky voice made me want to cry. Creepy Sean freaked the shit out of him. No one was allowed to scare my Tris like that. No one!
Tristen begged me to leave, but I wasn't done yet.
"The fuck did you just say?" I seethed at Sean, towering over him. "Don't talk to him like that. In fact, don't you dare talk to him at all."
"Hey." Sean raised his hands and backed away. "I just wanted to help."
Liar! That lust in his eyes. The way he stared at Tris, checking every juicy inch of his body, stripping him off his clothes. I bet he was fucking him right this moment in his twisted disgusting mind.
Did he just—Did he bite his lower lip?
Something new was happening to me. I, the cool mellow dude, was losing it beyond control. Blood boiled inside my veins. The thought of another man just thinking of touching Tris, let alone banging him, made me so fucking mad. Mad enough to breathe out fire. Mad enough to kick some ass!
"You sick son of a bitch."
Sean lowered his hands and said, "What did I do now?"
Drunk or not, I was about to kick him where the sun doesn't shine, and I won't stop until he throws up. I took a step forward, but Tris stopped me.
"Wait. Don't."
I peeked over my shoulder and there he was, still sweating and shaking but with a forced smile.
"I'm all better now."
He spread his arms to show me that it was gone. The boner was gone. Sean actually scared Tris to the point the effects of Purple Juice wore off.
