Wolf Wars

4

Jake's POV

7 beers and 2 cups of questionable liquid later and I'm floating around the dance floor like a beautiful swan – yeah, I'm a light weight. Nothing really matters at this point. Just the sweet satisfaction of moving my body to the, well almost to the beat of the music. So what if I was the slightest bit off, go fuck yourself.

I was grinding against the backside of a beautiful women, cuddling her as she pushed herself against me. I took a deep breath in, smelling her short brown hair. Honey and Firewood. I thought is was an odd combination, but I wasn't complaining. This chick was built like a swimmer, her muscles perfectly toned and her ass bubbly.

After a while I felt her tug me towards the staircase and forced me into a bedroom. I wasn't complaining. Without even looking at each other, she shoved her tongue down my throat. It wasn't as sloppy as Tessa's. It actually felt kind of nice. She tastes like alcohol, but still nice. I wrestled her tongue as she pushed me onto the bed, falling with me. Fuck this chick is hot.

I started at the hem of her shirt, yanking it off. Her hands ran up My hands traced her toned abs for a few seconds, then slide up her back towards the latch of her bra. My eyebrows burrowed in confusion. Maybe she's one of those chicks that don't wear bras. I arched my back into the kiss, as she grinded our lower regions against each other. I felt a swelling in the pit of my stomach as my dick hardened. I trailed my hand from her back towards her chest in attempt to find her tits. When I couldn't find them I broke the kiss.

"What the fuck girl?" I asked as I stared at the stubble on her face.

"You're a dude?" He yelled simultaneously as he backed up to looked at my hard on.

We broke apart. "Shit dude, I ain't gay" I tried to console him. I don't wanna hurt his feelings. Fuck, I did lead hin on though. I'm a fuckin terrible excuse for human being. SHIT!

"I'm not gay either bro" he replied, trying to cover his own hard on.

We both looked at each other. This was the first time that we really got to look at each other.

"Jake?" He questioned with widened eyes. He almost looked hopeful.

"Yeah?" I replied, my heart racing a kilometre a minute.

"Fuck!" He yelled, as he shoved his shirt back on. "Don't you dare do that faggy stuff again Jake!" He yelled before slamming the bedroom door behind him. Damn, he seemed really upset.

I crossed my legs on the bed. For some reason after all that, my dick was still hard. I should probs take care on hi before I leave. I slid my hand into my pants and started stroking. My lips burned with the absence of the stranger's touch. Tingles went up my sides where he once ran his fingers. My hands shook with excitement as they remembered tracing his abs. It seemed that my whole body didn't want his advances to stop.

I thought about his green, almost grey eyes. His dark stubble and brown hair. "Zac" I whispered as I climaxed.

I curled up in a ball on the bed. A wave of guilt and disgust crashed over me. That fucker is never gonna turn back now. He's got enough ammo to ruin my life. But that didn't seem to be what I cared about. I couldn't describe this feeling, this guilt. I feel like I've ruined a friendship, even though we were never really friends. I feel like I ruined even the smallest of chances for him to do it again. For another kiss. Fuck I'm the pussy now.

His words kept echoing in my mind. "Don't you dare do that faggy stuff again Jake!" The pure rage, hatred, in his voice was disturbing me. I don't know why, but it bugged me. It got under my skin, like I'll never be whole again. Like something was missing.

Suddenly the door opened to reveal a short figure. It walked towards me and crawled onto the bed on top of me.

Tessa.

"Fuck, what do you want you skanky bitch" I asked, I was too emotionally drained to yell. For some reason I felt tired. My body was immovable, paralyzed.

She smirked. "Well... Nickie told Chloe, who told Laura, who told her brother Sam, who told his girlfriend Claire who told..."

I kinda phased out at that point. I didn't realize shitty bimbos stilled played that stupid blank told blank bullshit. I don't know anyone that gives a shit who told who. In fact, most of the gossip was pretty boring anyway.

"and Fanny told me that you went to a bedroom." She leaned down, her lips centimeters from mine. "I thought I'd keep you company." She whispered seductively, and closed the gap between us, shoving her slobbery tongue into my mouth. That familiar feeling hit me. When your life isn't in danger, yet you somehow feel like you're drowning. She tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head. I let her do it, as soon as she had to break the kiss to remove it fully, I flipped us over so I could breathe. I pulled away from her.

"Fuck off Tessa, we broke up remember?" I muttered as I stood up from the bed.

She frowned; her eyes narrowed. "But Jakei" She pouted. I reached to take my shirt from her but she refused. "Noooo, It's mine!" She yelled, bundling the shirt and lying on top of it. He parted her knees. "If you want it, you're gonna have to work for it" she whispered seductively.

My face scrunched, and muscles tensed in the worlds biggest cringe. "Keep it then you filthy bitch" I replied and slammed the door on her. The sound reminded me of the way Zac slammed the door on me. That thought made my stomach turn. Guilt. I still have no idea what why, but it feels like I've done something wrong. Like I've screwed something up.

I just tried to shrug it off and rejoin the party. But there was something away at the back of my mind.

"Jakei Boi!" Johnno called, "come play a game with us!" He yelled through the crowd of people.

I just nodded. He offered me a beer and I gulped it down in one go. There's only one way to get rid of this feeling. I've gotta get fuggin blind.