Free Fighting Temptation by S.M. Donaldson

one of the other guys will explain it later.”
    “Daria Jones. Junior in college, waitress here, single but not looking for anyone, especially you, and oh yeah. Aries.” She pats his shoulder. “You have a fun night. I’ll be back with those shots soon.”
    Everyone is giving him shit for being shot down. He shouts as she’s going to the bar, “I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go.”
Russ spits his beer all over me. “Dude that was the fucking lamest line ever.”
Jason grabs Lucas’s arm. “Dude, that’s Cades ex- girlfriend. Show some respect.”
    Lucas looks at me like I’ve grown another head. “Why in hell is she your ex? If I had her, we wouldn’t leave my bedroom.”
I jump to my feet, but Russ grabs me. “Man don’t make a scene he’s just running his mouth.”
I look over at him with a death glare, “Don’t ever fucking talk about her that way again.”
    A few minutes later, Daria comes back with our food and the shots. It’s nice to see that Lucas apologizes to her.
    An hour or so later and a few rounds later, Russ gets a text on his phone. “Hey, man, are you ready? Anna just texted that she’s heading home.”
    Jason overhears and replies, “Hell no. You guys aren’t going anywhere. Hand me your phone.” He takes Russ’s phone and hits the call button. “Hey, Anna. It’s Jason. We are at Chandler’s. You should come down here. Macy is here and some of the other girls; they all want to see you.”
    He pauses and then continues, “I know you’re tired, but come on. We all start classes and games soon. Come hang out for just like thirty minutes.”
She must agree because he says, “You will. See you soon.”
    Jason hands the phone back to Russ. “She’s coming down here to hang out. So you don’t have to leave. See? Problem fixed.”
    Russ looks at him. “Maybe I wanted to go home. Why would I want to hang out with you guys when I’ll see more of you than I want to soon enough? I wanted to go home and sink my—.”
I stop him right there. “Whoa, I don’t wanna know what you want to sink into. So shut it.”
    I take another shot. We hear squealing at the door. We all look over there and see that a group of girls just came in the door. It looks like they are already well on their way to being drunk. These girls are what we like to call the football bimbos. They follow the team to all the games, bars, parties, anything we go to. They are always there, even though they don’t have boyfriends on the team. They just try to score with the single guys. Personally, I’d rather stick to using my hand over sleeping with one of them. It’s been worse since they figured out Daria and I split up.
    That little tramp Carrie is with them. She’s obsessed with Russ and me. Anna walks in after the bimbos and sits down in Russ’s lap. “Hey, baby.” She kisses him on the cheek.
He smiles. “Hey.” I can’t tell what those two are doing with their hands and I don’t want to know.
I stand up. “I’m going to piss. Don’t let anyone touch my drink.” They nod.
    After I take care of business, I think about the other night when I ran into Daria in the hallway. I’m still pissed at her for not talking to me after we had sex today. Right now, though, I’m enjoying keeping her on pins and needles. She knows I’m going to say something to her about it. Maybe I’ll run into her again in the hallway and we can have a repeat of today. I open the bathroom door and someone is instantly on me, pushing me into the wall.
“What the fuck?’
I look down to see Carrie looking up at me. “It looks like you need some stress relief.”
I try to pull away. “Not with you, I don’t.”
She smiles. “Come on, we can make Daria jealous.” She gropes my dick.
“Whoa, Get off of me.”
    She tries to look all sexy. “Come on, you know you want to. We can do it right here. I’m not even wearing panties.”
I shake my head. “You need some help. Like professional help. Stay away from