The Closet Butterfly

A TURN FOR THE WORST PART 2

My throat dries up quickly, my heart beats in my ears, my hand become sweaty, all while I slowly walk over to sit next to Jason. Once I sit down Jason leans over picking up the bottle from earlier and taking another swig. I look away feeling my gut tie in knots as he lets out another groan. As I sit there avoiding Jason's gaze I instead look around the average sized room. The room wasn't anything like I thought it would be. When I had imagined Jason's room I thought he would have a weight set, naked woman or men plastered on the walls and football junk everywhere.. but that isn't the case. His room is fairly simple, dark gray walls with white trim and boarders. Two windows directly across from the closet and bathroom doors. His full size bed with a dark bookshelf like headboard stand in the middle of the room. His multicolored abstracts bed sheets are slightly slipping off the bed as he squirms around. A study desk sits between the two windows with many papers and pencils scattered across. His jacket from school earlier thrown over the computer desk chair.

"Have you ever drank before?" Jason asks suddenly resting his chin on my shoulder. I look over at him doing my very best not to blush. His beautiful eyes looking up at me softly. I can feel the slight scruff of his beard poking my skin through his shirt, a slight smirk on his lips as he lifts the bottle closer to me.

"Yeah I drink...all the time....water....it's...good for ya...better than...whatever you got there." I manage out nervously as I poke his bottle. He lifts it next to his face now sitting back up with a smile on his lips.
"Oh this....this is Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey whisky baby." He grins before taking another large gulp leaning back to the point he may fall over. He slowly sits back up and pushed the bottle towards me.

"Go ahead take a drink, I don't mind sharing." His eyes half closed, his lips very wet and smiling at me.

"Where did you even get this? I thought you said your parents got fake stuff." I question staring over at his drunken self. The smell of the whisky filling my nose.

"All those shit heads down stairs got the fake crap, ....my friends.....get the good stuff." Without any notice Jason lifts the bottle to my face pushing the opening into my mouth. Before I can do anything he tilts the bottle up my mouth quickly filling with the drink. In order to keep from spilling it everywhere I panic and quickly swallow, as soon as I do I pull myself away from the bottle clutching my throat as it burned like crazy. Jason pulls the bottle away once it started spilling all over me, while my throat is on fire Jason puts the bottle on the floor.

"It's okay, it only burns for a while." Jason whispers softly, taking my hand away from my neck and lowing it into my lap as he leans in planting soft lustful kisses on my neck. Immediately my eyes close and my head tilts upward as Jason pulls himself closer to me kissing my neck a bit harder. Lust ignites in my body as my member began straining against my already tight pants. A very soft pleasured moan escapes my lips as Jason runs his hand up and down my inner thigh.

No No this is wrong. I can't be doing this. Not with Jason, not with anyone! The sudden sound of Jason moaning sends shockwaves of lust throughout me. Leaning back slightly, I push my arms behind me to prop myself up. As I do Jason slides his hand up towards my bulge. To my dissatisfaction Jason completely avoids my tender swelling and reaches higher up. A soft smile appears as Jason kisses my neck even harder. He even slightly nips at the nape of my neck, he lets out a soft chuckle as he hears me let out another moan.

A wave of excitement and complete nervousness wash over my entire existence and Jason quickly unbuttons my pants. My heart races a million miles an hour as Jason slowly pulls down the zipper. At the exact same time I want him to stop I also want him to keep going. My mind races thinking of all the amazing things I know Jason could make me feel. But ...I don't think I'm reading for this. I've never had sex before..never even had my first kiss...I hardly even spoke to Jason..I couldn't go through with this.

"Jason." I speak up softly, trying to move my neck away from his many kisses. He doesn't reply to me, instead he grunts as his kisses have moved higher up on my neck, now very close to my ear. Wonderful lust filled chills run down my spine making me let out a pleased moan as his hand manages to slide down into my pants. My eyes burst wide open as his large hand wraps around my member, his finger tips brushing against my balls sending bolts of pleasure through out me. I can feel Jason smirking against my skin as he teases my body. As much as my body wants to let Jason continue my mind tells me it's wrong and we need to stop. With a heavy sigh I lean away from Jason and pull his hand off my junk.

As soon as I remove my grip on his hand he instantly reaches back for my bulge gripping it a bit to tightly. I gasp and wince in pain as he roughly pushes me down onto the bed. Before I can grasp what is happening Jason climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. I can feel his member pressing against mine, my face now a deep red. My breathing come in short shallow breaths as I stare up at Jason, who looks down at me with a smirk. Fear and anxiety now replace all the excitement I once had.

"Jason I would like to leave now." I say in a prepubescent squeak.
On the inside I was freaking out, my nerves screaming at me to leave. But under Jason heavy weight I can barely move a muscle. I struggle to get out from under him, attempting to sit up but he roughly pushes me back down pinning my arms above my head. In my attempts to get out from under him all I wind up doing is arching my back and slightly wiggling around. Which Jason found pleasurable as our groins rubbed together with nearly every move I made.

While I found the idea of Jason taking my virginity and leading me into man hood very arousing, having sex while he is drunk just wouldn't mean the same as if he were sober. I even find him being dominate over me very pleasing, but this doesn't feel right. Jason isn't worried about how I feel about this, he is just thinking of himself and getting his own dick pleasured. I bit my lip in deep pain as Jason tightens his grip around my frail wrists. Looking at up Jason with tears in my eyes, he licks his lips as he mentally undresses me.

With Jason panting slightly he quickly releases his grip on my wrist. I frantically pull them to my chest rubbing my tender skin in pain, as I do Jason whips off his shirt tossing it to the side of the room. My mind goes blank as I'm frozen with fear as Jason towers over me shirtless, his muscular frame slightly wet from sweat and spilled alcohol. If the situation were different I would have a hard on for him. Instead I'm actually afraid of what he may do. Jason quickly leans down placing his arms beside my own to prop himself up. I open my mouth to speak but before any words come out Jason forces his lips onto my own.
Tears rush down my face as Jason kisses me roughly. My first instinct is to push Jason off of me, but he is far to heavy. As soon as my hands land on his chest to try and move him he moans very sexually. I force my head to turn away from him breaking the rough kiss. My lips are tingling as he then goes back to kissing my neck. Now he nips at my skin and scrapes his teeth against my neck as he slowly begins to press his member against my own. I wince in pain as he literally rubs me the wrong way.

"Jason!!" I cry out in pain. This time he actually hears me and sits straight up looking down at me with worried eyes. As soon as he is up I do the unthinkable. Halfway sitting up myself I use everything I have in me and take a good swing at Jason with closed eyes. Time seems to slow down and my heart beats so fast I can't hear anything. When I open my eyes again I have to fully sit up to see Jason rolling around on the floor below. He clutches his nose in pain before removing his hands from his face.

"What the hell was that for?" He growls at me. Without a second thought I jump off the bed and run out the room. My hair all tangled up, my pants still undone, and on top of that I'm exiting Jason's room wearing his shirt. Desperately hoping no one will notice me.