One More Drink

Mistakes.

I wake up around 8:30 and decide to get up and start dinner. I always make it because Katie to be honest is lazy as fuck.

I attempt to get off my bed twice before I actually get up, plus my ribs really hurt. I walk to the bathroom and I look at myself in the mirror. I see the bruise on my face. I take some make-up and cover it up. I lift my shirt and touch my ribs. I feel a lot of pain so I just wrap them up and then I walk to the kitchen. I see Katie making out with her girlfriend Jane. They stop once they notice I walked in. "Hey Lance." "Hey  bitch." I reply back to Jane. Did I mention how much I hate Jane? No? Well I fucking hate her but of course she thinks I'm just joking but no honey I really do hate her.

She laughs it off and starts kissing Katie again. Ugh disgusting. "Katie I'm cooking dinner come help me because you never do." I yell to her from the kitchen. "Okay let me just take Jane home real quick." She yells back and I sigh in frustration.

Jane lives across the street from us. They literally see each other every fucking day it drives me nuts. "Okay ill be waiting." I yell back and I sit down on the dining table. I sit and wait like ten minutes until I hear Katie come in. "Hold on, I'm going to change real quick." "Okay hurry up I'm hungry." I yell back. Five minutes later, she walkes into the kitchen and I take note of her appearance. She has a black lace bra, black laced panties, stockings and heels on. Why is she dressed like that. Does she think im fully gay? Like uh, I still like vagina too. Oh fuck me. Literally.

You can see her nipple rings through her bra, oh my glory. She never usually walks around like that. Last time she walked around like that was on Christmas. "Take a picture it'll last longer."

She says while getting out what we need to cook. "Sorry, I dont usually see you like that." I say back with some regret. The whole time we were cooking, I kept taking glances of her every now and then. Every time I did my member or should I say Lance Jr. became bigger by the second. Did I happen to mention the fact that Lance jr isnt really a jr? He's pretty big or so I was told.

We sat down in our large dinning table. I broke the silence and said "So, what did you have to talk about?" "Jane." She says with her mouth full. "Oh, what about Jane?" I respond with digust because I hate her so much. "Shes moving and wants us together but I kinda want to break up with her. I have my mind and body set on someone else but I love her." "Anyone I know?" I ask with interest "Maybe."

Silence falls on us. We finish eating and get up and she decides to wash the dishes. Now heres the part where I hate myself. While shes washing dishes, I turn her around, kiss her, and grab her big ass.

She pushes me off and slaps me hard. It felt like a smack of satan but it turned me on. Holy hell im a masochist too? "What the hell Lance!" She snaps but before I could reply back she kisses me. I lick her bottom lip asking for an entrance. She denies, so I grabs her ass and she gasps. I took my chance and our tongues fought for dominance. I won so I picked her up and set her on the counter not breaking contact. I put my hand in her underwear and rub her clit which causes her to moan loud into the kiss. I unclip her bra with one hand and suck on her nipples. She instantly moans in ecstasy. Then I quickly pull down my pants along with my bunny boxers. Yes judge me all you want but bunnies are the shit. She grabs my member and squeezes it.

I hold back a moan as I take her underwear off. I open the drawer, grab a condom,rip it open with my teeth, and then put it on. I put my hard dick in her and start thrusting in and out. "Yea Lance hard-" She moans and I swear her moans fill me up so much. I start speeding up and can barley keep up as we're both moaning.

"Ah fuck, I'm about to come." I say as I fill her up. She reaches her peak too and fills the room with a large orgasm. I fuck her through our high and slip out and pull up my pants.

She looks at me and says "what have we done?" She runs out of the kitchen and shuts herself in her room. I run after her and hear crying from the outside. Damn was I that bad of a fuck? No fucking way I am, I literally fucked her brains out. I knock and she opens the door. She has red puffy eyes and tear stains

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong or..?" "Lance I cheated on Jane, the love of my life! I was planning on moving out with her but I didn't want to tell you. I lied and said I wanted to break up with her but I didn't. I was going to leave without saying goodbye Lance. It would've been easier that way! And now its all ruined because of a great fuck!" She yells so loud the neighbors could hear. "Oh okay." I ignore her calling my name.

I walk into the kitchen, grab a bottle of vodka, and go to my room to drink the pain away. I end up passing out around 1:00a.m and wake up with yet another hangover and a broken heart.

I get up and brush my teeth. I look around for Katie but I see no clue of her. She probably went with her Jane to fix her so called "mistake." I make myself a simple sandwich when I hear a knock on my door. I open it to see a strange man with black hair and green eyes.

"Hello, I'm Tyler and I work with Katie. Are you Lance?" I nod at him. "Okay well nice to meet you. I have some news about your roommate you might want to hear." "News?" Now that I think of it, Katie is usually home around 11:00. It's  3 a.m. "Your roommate Katie has been in a car crash. She's in our hospital as of right now"

Shit, shit,shit I hope she's okay. Katie works at a hospital. Not that any of that matters right about now. I thank the man and change into some ripped jeans and a simple black shirt with the phrase "fuck you." I put on my toms, run to my car, and drive up to the hospital.

I reach the lady at the front desk and she says, "How may I help you?" "Yeah, I'm looking for Katie Conwell she got into a car crash" I barley manage to say. "She's up a floor but it says shes in intensive care. You're going to have to wait upstairs until you can visit. I will tell them to keep you up on information." "Thanks."

I say as I run towards the elevator and reach the next floor. I take a seat and wait for what it seems like hours until a man calls out "Lance?" I rush up to him and say "Yeah thats me, how is Katie? Is she going to be okay?"

"Yeah, but there's something you might want to know first before you visit her." "What?" "I'm afraid to say, Katie is in a coma" My heart breaks into a million pieces and I start to sob.

This isn't fair, she doesn't deserve this "There has to be something you can do!" I yell angerly at the doctor and catch a couple of peoples attention. "Sir, please calm down. We can't do anything about this. We have to wait until she wakes up." "Bullshit!" I snap back even though I know he's right. I start to sob even more as I push the doctor and start screaming at him to fix this.

By this point, security and nurses are trying to hold me down which only makes me more angry. I try to get out of their hold but nothing I'm doing seems to work. They take me down to the first level and throw me out the hospital.

"You're not allowed back in until you've calmed down." The doctor says and walks in with the rest of the people that brought me there. I get in my car and sob for an hour. when I'm calmed down, I get out and head back to the floor Katie is on.

I ask the lady if I can see her. She says yes but I only have thirty minutes. I walk up to her room door and see her laying peacefully on the bed. But seeing her there with all the cuts on her face and the casts breaks my heart. Even in her worst times, she still manages to look like an angel.

I pull up a chair and put my fingers through her soft black hair. "Katie I know you hear me. I just wanted to say I'm going to be here till the end." I say to her. I stay there just looking at her sleeping for the remainder of the time until the nurse asks me to leave. I get into my car and go home. As much as I hate Jane, I phone her and tell her about Katie.

I make myself a sandwich again because shit why not and then I go straight to bed with no alcohol this time. Maybe a little, but not like the other days. I cry myself to sleep thinking this is my fault. If I would've just controlled myself, she would have been here with me right now.