jump in the shower, letting the hot water and steam melt away some of the tension from today. Then, against my better judgement, I join the party.
And I make it my mission to get hammered.
Before midnight even hits, I’m pinballing down the hallway with Lacy’s mouth on mine. Lacy is a Zeta. She’s small, almost doll-size, and her caramel skin against the bright white dress she’s wearing are too much for me to handle. You would think with her wearing white to a frat party that she was trying to be innocent tonight. But with one hand under my basketball shorts, I know that’s far from the truth.
“Fuck,” she curses as I slam her back against my bedroom door. “Easy, Bear.”
I suck and bite down her neck and toss her onto my bed with ease, pulling my shirt up and over my head at the same time. “I’m not doing easy tonight, babe. You either get me hard and rough or you don’t get me at all. Your choice.”
She swallows, but her lips part slightly and I can feel the want radiating off of her. When she doesn’t answer, I fall down on top of her and slam my mouth on hers, hiking her leg up in the process. I know she’s only a temporary numbing, just like the gym was earlier, but she’s what I need. Sweat, alcohol, and sex. That’s the distraction I’m looking for, and Palm South is the perfect place to find it.
I don’t even bother taking off her dress or even the lacy thong I feel underneath it. I just quickly maneuver it to the side, roll on the condom I pulled from my top drawer, and thrust inside her in one fluid motion. She moans loud in my ear and it sends chills down my back. Thank God Josh likes the music loud.
“Oh God,” Lacy screams, gripping my headboard as I slam into her over and over again. Her breasts are nearly tumbling out of her dress and her head hits against the board a little each time I thrust in.
“Nope, just me, babe.”
I make sure she gets her release and as soon as she finishes, I lift both of her ankles up onto my shoulders and push deeper inside her pussy. She screams even louder and it doesn’t take long for me to find my release, too. It completely numbs me and awakens every nerve at the same time. Finally, even if just for that moment, I don’t think about anything else but the way it feels to come inside her.
When we finish, I make my way to the bathroom to flush the condom and then I fall back into bed, turning on my fan on my way over. I pull a pillow over my head to drown out the music and let my temporary euphoria drag me toward sleep. I don’t know if Lacy stays and I honestly don’t care. She can stay and sleep or she can leave. Right now, I’m not talking. Or cuddling. Or doing anything other than reveling in the fact that coming feels fucking amazing.
Before my thoughts have the time to sneak their way back in, I pass out.
“YOU DON’T NEED TO SEND that much home to us, Skyler,” my mom says softly and I can hear her tearing up a little.
“Mom. I want to. Please, just take it. It’s not even that much.”
“A thousand dollars is a lot of money.”
“Well, it’s not as much as I wish I could send.”
Mom’s silent, probably crying, so Dad takes his cue. They always talk to me on speaker phone. “We are so, so proud of you, honey.”
I shrug. “It was just a little tournament, nothing to get too proud over.”
“It is to us,” he says. “And it may just be a small tournament now, but I know without a doubt that one day, you’ll win tournaments so big you can’t even imagine them right now.”
“Whatever you say, Dad. Any word on that promotion?”
He pauses. “Not yet. I’m still holding out though.”
I nod, but my gut tells me I should be worried. Mom and Dad both work in retail. Dad has been up for promotion to manager at least four times that I can remember, but his boss always screws him over. They do what they have to to make ends meet, but since neither of them finished high school, they don’t have much to work