Waiting for the Sun

11. Sleeping With Other People

I didn't know what kind of pills Sam had given me but I felt strange. Well stranger than usual that is. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin and kept scratching my arm convinced there was something there. I sat on the huge sofa with a half empty vodka in my hand and watched all the little happy couples dance to whatever sappy song was on. Dorks.

I took a sip and realised it was as warm as the room. The place was unusually quiet tonight but for my crappy mood it was more than enough. The skinny guy that I still didn't remember the name of sat down way too close to me and put his arm around my shoulders. If I wasn't so out of it I would have hit him in the face.

"You look bored babe."

"Always am."

The hand that wasn't around my shoulders suddenly found its way to my naked thigh.

"I know how to get you un-bored."

Wow did he know his way around words. I was already fed up with the whole situation but I had to admit his touch felt good.

"I've fucked you once I'm not doing it again", I said with a firm voice.

He let out a disappointed sigh but kept moving his hand up my thigh towards my hem. With the help of the hand on my shoulder he forcefully turned me so we were face to face and whispered with a heavy whiskey breathe: "Just let me feel that tight pussy again."

When his fingers reached their goal I didn't have the strength to fight and instead pulled him closer and welcomed him with open legs. For a minute or so all my blood came rushing down but his touch was too familiar, his heavy breathing too predictable.

"Stop. Stop it!"

The music was too loud now, everyone was jumping around and nobody heard my screams or even looked our way. Because of his firm grip around my shoulders I couldn't move and I felt the panic rising in my chest. When he didn't react to my struggle I formed my hand into a fist and let it collide with his left cheek with all the power I could gather. Finally his fingers came out of me, his grip loosened and I got up from the sofa without looking back. All I could hear was the skinny one's muffled scream:

"Crazy bitch!"

I was still restless and now also anxious and incredible horny. What was it with these fucking pills? I knew I couldn't stay in this crowded room anymore and I wanted to find Tracy. Without thinking about where I was going I ended up outside Sam's bedroom where they were probably held up. On another night I would have laughed at the sight I was greeted with. Both of them were passed out, Sam on one side of the bed like he'd fallen asleep sitting on the edge and Tracy on her stomach on the floor. Her dress revealed half her ass and her hair completely covered her face. I kneeled down and poked her arm.

"Wake up Trace."

I poked her again but she was still out. There was a blanket on the bed and after covering her up I laid down beside Sam. My skin was so itchy. Why couldn't she wake the fuck up? Now my scalp was on fire. I couldn't lie down anymore this shit was driving me insane. A grunt from Sam drew my eyes to him. He was wearing a tight red t-shirt and dark blue jeans and still had his shoes on. I kneeled down on the floor again and started to undo his shoelaces.

When the shoes were off I laid down beside him again. This close I for the first time noticed how big his shoulders were. I touched his arm and realised his skin was as hot as mine. I gave him a light kiss on the lips and felt him coming alive. When he with a slurred voice mumbled "Trace" he still had his eyes closed. His hands were all over my body and the new, unpredictable touch set me on fire. His kisses tasted of beer and weed which just turned me on even more. My hands explored his toned warm body and when he was inside me I let out a deep sigh. For the first time Sam opened his eyes and in one swift move he threw me down on the floor.

"Fuck!" he screamed while desperately trying to get his pants on. "Fuck! What are you doing?"

Luckily I'd fallen on my back on the opposite side of the bed as Tracy but my arm had taken a hard blow.

"What are you doing? I thought you liked it."

I smiled at him and tried to touch his cheek.

"Don't fucking touch me slut! You're insane, fucking insane!"

Sam had a wild look in his eyes but I started to laugh. I didn't see the punch coming but suddenly I was back on the floor with a pounding cheek.

"What's up?"

So now it was time for the fairy princess to wake up?

"Ask that psycho."

I stood up and forced myself to smile even though it hurt even more. I needed more pills.

"Nothing Trace. You holding?"

She started to look around with a confused look and then shrugged. Sam took Tracy's hand in his and made her look at him.

"She...I thought...We..."

I started laughing again and even though it hurt I didn't care. It actually felt good now when I'd gotten used to it.

"We fucked okay, no biggie."

Tracy looked at me and also began to laugh.

"Good one."

When she looked back at Sam the laugh got stuck in her throat and all that came out was a squeak.

"I thought it was you okay, I'm fucked. When I saw it wasn't I threw her on the fucking floor."

The first slap hit him in the forehead and the other the side of his eye. He didn't raise a hand to stop her, he just stood there and welcomed the blows. Tears started rolling down both their faces and after a while the slapping stopped. Panting for air Tracy fell to the floor with a loud crash.

"How could... How could you think it was me?"

Sam shook his head and suddenly looked my way.

"She did it."

"Did what?"

"The ear."

That was all Tracy needed to hear to launch at me screaming but before she reached me Sam got a hold of her.

"Not worth it."

Tracy struggled for a while but soon the scream turned into sobbing and her wild arms became limp. Sam took her petite body into the protection of his arms and stroked her hair out of her face. She had makeup running down her face, her eyes were red and her cheeks puffy. Still he looked at her with such warmth in his eyes like she was all he needed to survive. It made me sick to my stomach.

"Seriously it wasn't a big deal."

Tracy closed her eyes and whispered: "Shut up."

"It was sex okay, just sex."

"Shut the fuck up!" Her eyes were open now and she looked at me like I was a complete stranger. "How disturbed are you?"

"Like you haven't fucked anything with a large enough dick."

She crawled out of Sam's grip and walked over to me. When she was just a few inches from me she stopped.

"Get the fuck out."

Her voice wasn't emotional anymore, it sounded almost robotish, and when she finished her sentence, she walked back into her comforting arms and didn't look back.