What a shitty time to have a going away party. I stare off into the distance at nothing as a never-ending train of poor pitiful me thoughts race through my head. I spent nine months with Serena, and last night was supposed to be our night. The big one. The V-card stamper.
I've had girlfriends before, and oral is an art I excel in, but Serena was too pure for any of that. She made a promise to her mom that she wouldn't lose her virginity until after high school was over, and I went along with it because I liked her. She didn't cling, didn't interfere with my studies as I relentlessly pursued a perfect GPA.
School ended weeks ago, and we could've had sex on prom night, but Serena got shit-faced drunk, started hysterically crying and then threw up in the limo on the way to the hotel. Instead of spending the night with her in my arms, I'd scrubbed the floors and seats of the limo while frantically begging the driver not to call my parents. Mom would've hit the damn roof if she'd found out we'd been drinking. I'd scrub piles of puke for days before I'd willingly listen to another of Mom's stories about alcoholism being genetic as she reminded me over and over again what a drunk bastard my dad had been. Been there, done that, at least five hundred times. I've got it memorized.
Two days after prom Serena left for her summer job at an away camp. We pledged to have sex as soon as she got back, and I was more than ready for it.
Our friends have been leaving for college one at a time, and last night Serena's best friend Hanna was holding her going away party. I showed up a few hours early because I wanted to see my girl. When I got into the backyard, I didn't see anyone, so I started to walk away, figuring everyone was in the house. Hanna's parents were cool, and they let us all drink and smoke on the regular. For the party, they'd offered up the house with no supervision, so I figured Hanna, Serena and some of our other friends were probably in the house pre-gaming. As I'd been about to turn the corner back toward the front of the house, I heard moaning coming from the yard.
After a few seconds, I realized the source of the noise was coming from the inflatable bouncy house at the rear of the yard. I'm pretty sure I was smiling as I started walking toward it, but the closer I got, the more dread filled my stomach.
The sounds I heard weren't your run of the mill laughs or talking. They were moans and gasps—and I recognized the voice. I approached the side of the inflatable house with trepidation, my heart beating a frantic rhythm against my ribcage. A large portion of the side was some kind of mesh, so I walked around to peek in. And that's when I saw her. Saw them.
Serena was on her hands and knees with her face buried between Hanna's legs. Every guy's fantasy, am I right?
Too bad there was another person with them. There in all his five-foot-six ish glory was Hanna's cousin Eric, plowing my goddamn girlfriend like she was a field. The short little shit was pistoning in and out of her like a fucking train and the way she rocked back against him as she lapped at Hanna like she was at an all-you-can-lick buffet told me it wasn't a one-time thing. They were comfortable together, in tune. I swallowed sickly as I heard the wet sounds of Serena's pussy as Eric continued fucking her like it was his job.
The kicker was that I'd asked about him more than once. Each and every time I did, Serena laughed it off. The three of them were a trio; she'd say with a huff. They were closer than close, a unit. So much so that they were going to college together. I'd thought it was weird how tight they were, but I'd gotten used to it. Staring at them in that bouncy house, I realized I'd been a fucking fool.
"Hey, assholes."
They didn't even blink. Eric kept railing at my soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend like he was trying out for a fucking porn movie and Hanna screeched enthusiastically as Serena ate her out.
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Our Little Secret - A COPA Author Collaboration
RomansaA work in progress by Ella Fox and Jessica Ingro Copyright 2016 Matt and Alyssa are only step-siblings... until they aren't.