Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2000 00:04:58 -0500
From: Marc P <miniegg69@hotmail.com>
Subject: corrupting-a-minor-14

CORRUPTING A MINOR

-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)


CHAPTER 14

"Chatham's really not that bad, you know," Sean said to me as he popped a
soggy food court french fry into his mouth.

"Huh?" I mumbled chomping on a mouthful of my dry overcooked hamburger from
the grill.

"He really only acts that way when you're around.  I mean, he is an asshole,
but most of the time he's pretty chill.  I think he just puts on a show."

I rolled my eyes.  "It's a pretty convincing show."

"But I'm serious," Sean continued, "about him being an ok guy.  I really
wish you hadn't done that."

I took another bite of my burger.  "Yeah, well you seemed to enjoy it."

"That's not the point," he sighed.  "I just hope I'm capable of diffusing
the situation.  It's going to be hell, you realize."

"I am sorry about that," I commiserated.  "He just really rubs me the wrong
way."

"I think you rub him the wrong way, too.  I mean, he comes from a really
conservative part of the country, and he's got this whole macho jock, frat
guy image this school holds in such high regard."  Sean's sardonic tone left
nothing of his meaning to the imagination.

"Hey," I said, "I'm a macho frat guy, too."

"You're not in a frat, you idiot," he laughed, pushing aside his uneaten
fries.

I shrugged my shoulders.  "I got Greek sympathies, what can I say?"

"Oh, kind of like the Log Cabin Republicans?"  I threw a fry in his face and
he laughed.  "You bitch," he cursed and playfully threw one back.  "No
seriously, I think that you offend him in some way, and I think the fact
that you don't fit the typical gay mold might be one of the main reason's
he's so antagonistic towards you."

"Whatever.  Do we really have to talk about him?"

"No.  I just want you to know that I'm a little pissed that you provoked him
and went and, well you know.  You don't have to live with him.  I can put up
with the faggot jokes.  He's a complex guy, he really is."

"Yeah, he's complex alright," I muttered, "About as complex as a glass of
water.  He's a homophobic asshole is what he is."

"Oh, and you're the poster child for the gay community," he retorted.
Suddenly a look of confusion, followed by bemusement, crossed Sean's face as
he stared past me.  Almost immediately the world went dark as two tiny,
velvety smooth hands covered my eyes.  I heard a soft female voice, with a
terribly sexy southern accent say, "Guess who?"

I instantly chuckled.  "Rebecca, honey," I laughed, "you should at least
attempt to disguise your voice."

Steve's girlfriend lowered her hands and wrapped her long arms around my
neck.  She pressed her lips against my ear and whispered huskily, "Couldn't
you at least have pretended to be fooled for a little while?"  Sean laughed.

"If you're not going to put any effort into it, why should I?" I quipped
back.

Rebecca slid into the chair next to me and pouted her lips seductively.
Steve really snagged a good one this time.  Rebecca was not only brilliant
and a talented artist and animator already hired by Disney, but leggy and
gorgeous, with deliciously luscious lips that begged to be devoured.  When
she had decided that she'd pouted enough, she turned her attention to the
teenaged god that sat across the table.  "You must be Sean," she said,
holding out her hand to him, and he took it gingerly in his own, transfixed
by her imminent beauty.  "We've never actually met.  I'm Rebecca.  And it's
true what they say, you really are adorable."

Sean instantly blushed, dropping Rebecca's hand.  I whipped around, stunned.
  "I never told you that," I said.

The corner of Rebecca's mouth curled up ever so slightly.  "You didn't,
silly.  Julie did."  It was my turn to blush, much more violently than Sean
had.  She turned back to Sean. "What happened to your face?"

"He got into a fight defending my honor," I retorted quickly.

Rebecca laughed.  "Hey cutie," she said to Sean, "Steve's in line getting us
some dinner, can you go tell him I want a ginger ale instead of a Sprite?"
Sean blushed again, mumbled some affirmative grunt, and stood up.  "Thanks,
kiddo," Rebecca said, giving him a gentle smack on the butt as he walked
towards the service line.  Rebecca turned back to me.

"What happened to your hand?" she said.  "You get into a fight too?"

"Sort of," I mumbled.

All of a sudden her face turned serious.  "So, I hear you got my boyfriend
in trouble this weekend?  If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a
bad influence."

"Hey," I said defensively, "I didn't shove the joint into his mouth and
force him to smoke it."

"No need to get all bent out of shape, I'm just harassing you mercilessly.
Sure, I was pissed at first, but I've found a way to use it to my
advantage."

"Advantage?" I said curiously.

"Why do you think Steve's carrying all the food?  Not because he's the
epitome of chivalry, let me tell you."  She laughed.  "It's because he's
hopelessly guilt-ridden.  And he's not just my food slave, either."  She
winked.  "So are you in the dog house with Julie yet?"

I lowered my head and stared at my half-eaten burger.  I sighed.  "Julie and
I have other issues."

"Too bad," she continued without really paying attention.  "But I was
thinking, maybe you can do me a favor sometime, seeing as someone has to put
you in your place."

I looked at her, extremely confused.  I don't think that Rebecca and I had
ever had a one-on-one conversation this long, if ever, and here she was
asking me to do her a favor after just implying she had turned Steve into
her sex slave.  "What kind of a favor?" I asked.

"Well," she began then furtively looked around, and lowered her head and her
voice.  "Remember back in Nawlins?"  God, I love that accent, I thought.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, how you and Steve, you know?"  I nodded.  She continued.  "Well, it
really turned me on to see you, you know, doing that to my boyfriend, and I
was wondering if the opportunity ever arose you'd do it again?"

I shook my head violent.  "No fucking way.  I barely escaped that unscathed.
  I assume you're privy to the whole Sean situation?"  She nodded.  "Well,
Steve's too important to me to get messed up with that shit again.  Hire a
prostitute."  I shoved my plate away; I'd lost my appetite.

"Not even if he's cool with it?" she insisted.

"No, not even if he's cool with it."  Although I couldn't help but notice
that my pants began to tighten at the thought of it.  My mind drifted.
Steve really did have a nice body, and we were close friends, and if he were
cool with it . . .

"What about with me?"  I nearly choked on my own saliva.  "You know, the way
you had Julie screaming, I'm guessing you're pretty good.  And there's
something really appealing about nailing your boyfriend's best friend."  She
grinned seductively.  I felt my jeans tighten more as I stared blankly at
her beautifully smooth face.  She did have these wonderfully perky breasts,
long slender legs, and there was something deliciously sordid in the fact
that she was Steve's girlfriend that had me -- I snapped back into reality
as Steve and Sean strolled up.

"Hey, buddy," Steve said, setting his tray down.  "What the hell happened to
your hand?"

"Think about it," Rebecca whispered.  "Either way."  She raised her eyebrow
and licked her lips softly.

And soon we all got swept up in dinnertime banter and I managed to push the
whole matter out of my mind completely.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Surprisingly, my life went pretty much back to normal shortly after Sean and
I had our little talk, and Rebecca made her proposition.  Chatham began to
actively avoid me, which made me happier than a pig in shit, and Rebecca
never mentioned hooking any of us up again.  The academic skills center
arranged for someone to transcribe notes that I dictated into a tape
recorder so I wouldn't fall too far behind on my thesis.

Steve and I had decided to plead no contest to the misdemeanor drug
possession charges.  We ended up accruing a hefty fine, which I eventually
had to tell my parents about because I really couldn't afford it.  That made
for some interesting telephone conversations, let me tell you.

We also had to go for counseling as part of the plea, which actually helped
more than I thought it would.  I still didn't think I had a drug problem.  I
mean what's wrong with smoking a joint every now and then?  It was sure as
hell less physically damaging than cigarettes.  Well, this was my
rationalization anyway.  My therapist didn't buy it, but we didn't spend
much time talking about pot.  We mostly talked about Julie and Sean.  You'd
think the man was obsessed with sex, he made me go through some of the more
gory details of some key encounters over and over again.  And damn if it
didn't cause a tad bit of introspection on my part.  He was trying to get to
the source of some of my more sadistic tendencies and my inability to set
any personal boundaries, as well as help me make the right decision when it
came to marriage.  But mostly it seemed we talked about sex.

And I couldn't give a rat's ass about my deep seeded desires or personal
boundaries.  All I wanted to do was finish my thesis.  I became a recluse
for a while, which was great for my sanity since I had decided that one of
the best ways to help me decide between Julie and Sean was to stop having
sex.  I know it sounds hard to believe, and trust me, it was hard to do.
The first week I must have jacked off three times a day (which was a feat in
and of itself because I'm terribly uncoordinated with all things involving
my left hand, and my right hadn't healed yet).

Taking my spring break to write, I was able to finish my thesis by the end
of March. My advisor was pretty impressed with my analyses, as well as my
writing.  And even though he'd been riding my ass all year, he said it
turned out very well.  My defense date was set for the middle of April, and
if I passed the oral I was well on my way to departmental honors.

Looking quite dapper in my best suit (ok, my only suit) I presented my
arguments like a veteran lecturer, fielding questions from the audience.
All my friends showed up in support.  Even Chatham came to hear my
presentation.  But all that was forgotten when we went behind closed doors
and the faculty had a go at me.  Two hours and three gallons of stress
induced sweat later, I was officially graduating with High Honors in
History.  Go me.

Now that that ordeal was over, I figured I might as well give some thought
to my personal life.  But Steve insisted we celebrate first.  Not only did
my thesis defense coincide with the week I got my cast removed, but it was
also ironically on April 20th.  Of course most of ASX was going to be
sitting in their living room, smoking up at 4:20, if not before, a
stupid-ass tradition that I never participated in.  I told Steve that it
probably wasn't a good idea, considering our recent run-in with the law.  I
hadn't smoked since the night I raped Sean, and I really did want to stop.
But Steve can be mighty convincing, so after my thesis advisor took me out
for a few celebratory drinks, I told him Julie and I would swing by, at
least for a little while.

What we swung by for was an all out fucking kegger.  Everyone and his
grandmother was there.  People I didn't know were congratulating me.  I
didn't smoke much, but I ended up playing a lot of pong.  Of course Chatham
was there, still dating Breanna, although she wasn't anywhere to be found.
Actually, he was in good spirits.  He had this little disposable camera, and
he was going around the room taking pictures of everyone in various drunken
poses.

Sean was there too, and he looked absolutely adorable in his brown cords,
long sleeve T-shirt with a fleece vest, and his white baseball cap which
he'd taken to wearing.  Rebecca was looking sexier than ever, too.  Her
loose cotton blouse had several of the top buttons undone, revealing her
ample cleavage, and her jeans hugged her thighs and ass like they were
painted on.  I was so horny all the time, since I'd stopped having sex, that
I was afraid I was going to pop right then and there.  But I quickly got my
mind off sex by playing some good, clean, unadulterated beer pong.

Julie and I played a couple games of two-cup against Steve and Rebecca,
winning every time.  The tension between Sean and Chatham had lessened over
the past few weeks, and they were actually on friendly terms again.  In
fact, they challenged Steve and me to a game of Ship.  I don't do well with
the beer mines on the table, because my aim varies between dead on and
deadly inaccurate.

"Sean, you play a pretty mean pong game," Steve complimented.

"Thanks," he replied, sinking a cup and making Steve drink (to which he
swore bitterly).  "I owe it all to Marc.  To think, I never even had a drink
before I met him."

Steve laughed and gave me a hearty pat on the back.  "Corrupting a minor, eh
buddy?"

"It's what I do best," I said, and winked at Sean.  He blushed
uncontrollably.  Damn, was he cute when he did that.

In the end, Steve and I put up a good fight but still lost pretty badly.
Chatham, in traditional Chatham fashion, gloated loudly at the victory.  I
made some comment about Steve being the liability.

"Fuck you, bitch," Steve spat, "I am *not* the liability here."

"Prove it, asshole," I said.  "You and Julie take on Sean and Chatham.
We'll see who wins."

"You're on, Marky, m'boy.  Come on, Jules, saddle up."

"Hey," said Julie, who was leaning against the wall next to Rebecca,
watching the game.  "Don't I get a say in the matter."

"No," Steve answered flatly.  "I have to prove a point to your pansy ass
boyfriend."  Julie just shrugged and took the paddle out of my hand, while
Sean and Chatham went to get more beer.

I leaned back against the wall next to Rebecca to watch, and she put her arm
around my shoulder.  We watched the game in silence for a few minutes.  Then
Rebecca leaned in and whispered huskily in my ear:  "This is boring.  Wanna
do something more exciting?"  I stiffened as my stoned mind dragged up the
memory of her proposition a few weeks ago.  I swallowed hard.  Her mouth
still dangerously close to my ear, she licked my lobe quickly.  "Well?"

This wasn't going to be pretty.  Steve and Julie were fully engrossed in the
game, so much so that if a stampede of elephants went charging through the
basement, they wouldn't notice unless it screwed up a serve. I hadn't had
any form of sex other than with Rosy Palm and her five sisters for weeks
now, and my cock instantly sprang into action.  And the fact that Rebecca
had taken her arm off of my shoulder and ran her hand down my back, cupped
my ass and started to gently massage it didn't help my conscience any.

Fucking around with Rebecca would be so bad on so many levels, I told
myself.  She's my best friend's girlfriend.  I'd be cheating on my
more-or-less fiancé with my best friend's girlfriend. I'd be cheating on my
more-or-less fiancé with my best friend's girlfriend while my best friend
was downstairs playing pong with my more-or-less fiancé, not to mention my
gay lover.  And yet, that whole scenario turned me on more than I'd ever
been turned on in my life.  I was sweating all over, under my arms, my face,
my palms. I had to be strong, I had to think rationally, I had to be morally
superior.  I had to say no.

I looked Rebecca straight in the eyes, and asked seductively, "Just what did
you have in mind, darling?"  Well, so much for moral superiority.

Rebecca smiled, grabbed me by the hand and replied, "You'll see.  Let's go
to Steve's room."  Still grasping my sweaty hand, she led me up the stairs.
As we left the basement I looked back at my girlfriend and best friend.
They were playing intently and didn't even notice we were leaving.

We didn't even bother to turn on the light as we entered Steve and Alex's
bedroom on the third floor.  The second I closed the door, Rebecca threw me
against it and pressed her lips to mine.  They were so soft and supple.  My
nostrils were assaulted by the scent of her flowery perfume, mixed with the
raw scent of sex.  Passionately, she parted my lips with her tongue and
drove it into my mouth.  She ran the tip across my teeth, the inside of my
mouth and tongue.  I was transported back to New Orleans when she had kissed
me that one time, a moment I thought I'd never repeat.

I put my hands on her shoulders and gently eased Rebecca off, breaking our
embrace.  "We shouldn't do this," I said softly.

"Why not?" she replied.  She ran her hands under my sweater and up along my
abdomen to my chest, wear she began and knead and massage my pecs.  I felt
my cock grow even harder, if that was possible.

"Because they could notice we're gone at any second," I logically replied.

"Then we'll have to be quick," she breathed huskily.  She pressed her crotch
against mine and ground it into my rock-hard prick.  Goddamn, I almost shot
my load right there.  I felt dirty and evil, but at the same time sexy as
hell.  She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

"I guess we will, then," I answered and drove my tongue into her small,
moist mouth.  I pressed my dick back into her pelvis and slowly guided her
backwards towards Steve's bed.  She continued to rub my chest as we stumbled
across the room.  Rebecca tripped once, over some clothes Steve or his
roommate must have left lying on the floor.  We never broke the kiss.

As Rebecca hit the bed, she yanked my sweater over my head, revealing my
hard chest, and tossed the sweater aside.  We fell backwards onto the bed,
and continued to dry hump each other through our jeans.  I reached between
us and fumbled with the buttons on her blouse as her hands explored my back,
her fingertips probing underneath the waist of my pants, brushing the top of
my ass.

I managed to get all her buttons undone without popping any of them off, and
yanked open her shirt.  Feverishly I kissed down her cheek and neck, down
her chest towards her heaving breasts.  I pressed my mouth over her left
nipple, which was still covered in the satiny material of her bra.  I
figured that in my grossly intoxicated state, trying to get it off was going
to be near impossible.  I cupped her breast in one of my hands and sucked
and kneaded her supple tit through her bra.  She groaned in pleasure and
drove her crotch up towards me harder.

Rebecca reached around to my abdomen, and running her hands towards the top
of my jeans, fumbled with the button fly.  "Oh God, Marc, I want you to fuck
me," she moaned.  I was more than happy too oblige.  I, too, reached
downward and quickly undid her button and zipper.  She still hadn't gotten
mine undone, and quickly forgot what she was doing as I yanked her jeans and
panties down around her thighs.

I press my hand against her belly and slid it down over he neatly trimmed
pubes.  Our eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and even without light I
could tell that she took care of them well, keeping them shaved close and
neat.  I slid my middle finger into her moist folds, an pressed it deep
inside her.  She shuttered and let out a high-pitched squeal.  I added my
index finger and probed my way around until I found her clit.  I could tell
I had her because she screamed loudly and dug her fingernails into my back.
"Oh God, Marc! Yes!" she cried out.  I buried my face into the crook of her
neck and lightly bit and sucked, as I continued to finger fuck her pussy.
She started to buck her hips up to meet my prodding as I massaged her clit
with my fingers.  She reached one hand up to my head and slid her fingers
through my hair, scratching and massaging my scalp.

Quite suddenly, she gripped my hair and pulled my mouth off her neck.  "I
need you inside me," she groaned.  "Now."  I looked her intently in the eye
and smiled.

I withdrew my hand from her dripping cunt and brought my sticky fingers up
between our faces.  Slowly, I slid my fingers into my mouth and sucked her
cuntjuices off, slurping loudly as I did.  I slowly pulled them out of my
mouth and pressed the moist tips to her lips.  Rebecca finished cleaning my
fingers as I ran them all around the inside of her mouth, poking and
prodding as she sucked and sucked and sucked.

Quickly I pulled them out and reached both my hands down to undo the buttons
of my jeans. Rebecca ran her soft hands down my back and around the my
stomach, where her touch as she slid them down towards my manhood made me
shiver with anticipation.  I managed to unbutton my jeans and I yanked them
down to my knees, along with my boxers.  The waistband caught my erection
and it snapped back with a thwack against my hard belly, freed from the
confines of my pants.

Rebecca didn't give it any time to enjoy being free, because she wrapped her
supple fingers around my shaft, gave it a few quick tugs which nearly sent
me cumming that instant, and guided my cock to her awaiting pussy.  I
thought briefly about a condom, but I was too caught up in the moment.  I
was about to fuck Steve's girlfriend in his bed.  The dirtiness I felt made
me even more randy.

Her folds were warm and inviting as my cockhead slowly slipped past and into
her hole.  I slowly sunk my dick in, pressing into her as hard and deep as I
could.  We both shuttered.

"Fuck me, Marc," she moaned.  "Fuck my goddamn brains out!"  That southern
accent of hers struck a chord and I wanted her more than ever.  All thoughts
of Julie and Sean left my mind.  I never even bothered to think of Steve.
It was just her and me and passion.

"How can I say no to that?" I grunted in her ear.  And with that I started
to ride her like a fucking cowboy.  I slammed my rock hard prick in and out
of her dripping cunt.  She thrust her hips upwards to meet each one of my
downward thrusts.  She grabbed my ass and squeezed and prodded at it like it
was play-doh.  With each thrust I raised myself up with my arms as she
pulled my body closer to me, her grip on my tight butt never letting up.  We
were both moaning and writhing in pure ecstasy.

At one point I wished we'd taken our pants off, because we were locked at
the knees, and I was beginning to feel constrained, but we were fucking too
hard and fast to really do anything about it.

I pressed my mouth against her neck again, and began to munch and suck on
her smooth, tanned skin.  It tasted silky and a bit salty from her sweat.
She was so much softer than Julie or even Sean for that matter, who still
had some of that baby-smooth adolescent skin.  We continued to buck up and
down, with my sucking on her neck, and Rebecca kneading my ass and moaning.

"Oh God, Marc, you're really getting me close," she cried out as she yanked
me closer to her, forcing my cock deeper inside.  And I wasn't going to be
too far behind.  "You really know how to fuck a girl good, oh God, harder,
babe, harder!  Harder!"  I didn't know if it was possible for me to go any
harder, but I tried.  I pistoned in and out as fast and as deep as I was
able.  This was not some slow, Sunday afternoon lovemaking we were doing
here, this was raw, primal, energy-packed fucking.

"I'm almost there, too," I cried.  "You've got such a nice tight, moist
pussy."

"And your cock is –"  But she didn't get to finish.  She suddenly let out a
high, guttural moan, very reminiscent of when Steve ate her out in New
Orleans while I was chomping down on his dick.  She pulled my ass in and
held me there, keeping my own tool deep inside her.  I could feel every
muscle in her body spasm and twitch.  She must have orgasmed for a full
minute, with my cock still buried in her folds.  When she had calmed down
enough, she eased up on my butt and I was able to continue fucking her.

I thrust my meat in and out, harder and faster.  I needed to come badly.  I
must have hit the right spot again because only moments later she was
screaming again as she had her second orgasm.  I briefly thought how amazing
it must be to be able to have multiple orgasms, but right now one would do.
I Didn't let her stop my assault as she came this time, because I could feel
my balls tightening up against my body and I knew that at any moment I'd
climax.

And that moment came sooner than I thought.  Right in the middle of one of
Rebecca's grunts, every one of her muscles in the vicinity of my dick
contracted and it felt like her entire body was clenching around my cock.
And that sent me over the edge.  It was my turn for my body to convulse
violently as I unleashed shot after shot of hot, sticky cum inside of her.
I let out my own moan of pleasure as I had the longest, largest orgasm of my
young life.  It had never been that good, not with Julie, or Sean, or Julie
and Sean together.

When both our breathing began to slow, I collapse onto her chest, letting my
dick soften inside her.  Rebecca softly began to stroke my bare back every
so lightly.  She gave me a light kiss on the cheek.  "That was fucking
amazing," she said.

"Damn straight," I mumbled, still unable to fully catch my breath.

"And it was so wrong, and so –" she paused, then said with this wickedly
cheerful lilt to her voice "-so dirty."  I propped myself up so I could look
in her face.  She was grinning from ear to ear, her beautiful blonde hair
mussed.  She was right, it was wrong, and it was dirty, and it was so much
fun.  We both started to giggle.

And out giggling must have been the reason we didn't hear the door open, the
door neither one of us had remembered to lock.  It wouldn't have mattered if
we had heard it, because almost immediately afterwards we were bathed in
bright light as someone flipped the switch.

"Ohmigod," a familiar voice said quickly,  "I'm so sorry, Alex, I just came
to get my jacket and I didn't know that-"  The voice trailed off, and as my
eyes adjusted to the sudden onslaught of incandescent luminescence, I
noticed the person standing in the doorway was Sean.  And he noticed that I
was lying half naked on top of Rebecca with my cock still buried in her
pussy.  "Marc?!' he gasped, dumbfounded.

After a brief brain fart, where I was completely incapable of moving, I
snapped back into reality and was able to assess that this was not the best
situation I'd ever gotten myself into.  I needed to act fast.  I quickly
leaped off of Rebecca and yanked my pants up, cramming my cock, which was
still not completely soft and sticky from our juices, into my underwear.
"Sean," I said, "it's not what it looks like."

Sean just stood there, slack-jawed.  "Not what it looks like?!  Then what it
is?"  Yeah, genius, if it's not what it looks like then what the hell is it?
  I sat there in silence, completely unable to speak.  I looked over to
Rebecca, who was busy doing up her blouse and staring at Sean.  Her bottom
lip was quivering and she looked, in a word, terrified.

"Please don't tell Steve," she whispered softly, more of a strangled plea
than anything else.  A tear started to streak down her cheek.

"I'm not going to tell Steve," Sean said flatly.  I think he was still
reeling from the discovery.

Rebecca finished buttoning up her blouse and slowly crawled off the bed.
She turned back to me and said, as naturally as she could, "Well, I'm going
to go back downstairs, Marc."  Her voice was weak and cracked several times.
  I'm surprised she didn't break into tears right then.  Oh, we'd fucked up
for sure.

"You might want to fix your hair first," Sean said coldly as she scuttled
past him and out the door.

I sat on the bed in silence.  I was like a kid who had gotten caught with
his hand in the cookie jar, and afraid of being punished.  I didn't know
what Sean was going to do, but this definitely going to be filed under the
"Not Good" category of life's little moments.

Sean scooped up his jacket off the floor (so that's what we tripped over!)
and turned to go.  "I'm going to leave too," he said flatly.

"Sean, wait!"  I leaped off the bed and grabbed his upper arm, turning him
back around.

He stared at me, with a look of disgust.  "You're an idiot, Marc, you know
that?"  I thought for a moment *he* was going to cry.

"Sean, you're not going to tell Julie are you?"

"What do you think?" he replied indignantly.  "Of course not. I'm not an
asshole.  But I think *you* should tell her."

"I can't," I moaned pathetically.  "How could I?"

"Afraid of losing your fiancé and your best friend?" he answered, somewhat
irritated.  "Maybe you should have thought about that before you boned his
girlfriend."

"Sean, I didn't think.  I don't know what happened. It just –"

"That's exactly your problem," he spat back.  "You never think.  And don't
blame this on the drugs.  I'm so sick of hearing that one!  I don't know
what it is about you, but I think that you need to start seeing that shrink
more.  Once a week doesn't seem to be working."  I was completely taken
aback by how harsh he was being.

"Why are you taking this so fucking personally?" I asked.

"Did you even consider that you didn't just cheat on Julie tonight?  That
you cheated on me as well?"  Cheated on him?  I was now really confused, and
my face must have expressed that.  He shook his head sullenly.  "Of course
not.  Because it was never like that with me, was it?  I was just some
plaything that you fucked when it suited your fancy.  Oh, you got me real
good, Marc, you had me really fooled.  That whole speech you gave me about
choosing between your sexuality and trying to figure out who you loved more
was just a bunch of bullshit, wasn't it?  I never meant anything."

"Sean, that's not fair."

"It's not about fair, it's about the truth.  You never even considered me in
this whole thing, did you?  Fuck around with the freshman, I see the game
you're playing.  Corrupt the minor.  Well let me tell you something, Marc.
You are a selfish piece of shit and you deserve everything that you get.
You know what?  I even have a good mind to go tell Julie and Steve myself,
right now."  My jaw dropped in shock.  "But I'm not going to.  I'm going to
let you deal with this on your own.  Oh, and if Julie doesn't have it in her
cold little heart to forgive you and dumps your sorry ass like she should,
don't come crawling back to me because I'm through with you."

He turned around and went for the door.  I stood there in shock, when he
turned back around abruptly, his eyes welled with tears.

"No," he said, "That's wrong.  If she dumps you I probably would take you
back.  And do you know why?  Because I fucking love you!"  He whipped around
and practically ran from the room, not even bothering to slam the door.  I
heard his footsteps as he fled down the hallway and down the stairs.

I slumped back onto the bed, all of Sean's words ringing in my ears.  He was
right, wasn't he?  I was a selfish piece of shit.  And more than that, I was
unable to set boundaries.  Wasn't that what my psychiatrist said?  I was
always testing my limits.  Well, Marc, you went too fucking far this time.
Too fucking far.  This was it, I knew it.  My marriage was ended before it
even started.  And so much for sitting down tomorrow to sort out my personal
life.  Let's see if there's any more shit I could pile on.

But Sean was wrong about one thing.  I did care about him.  Maybe I didn't
show it.  But I did, goddamn it.  Julie wasn't the most affectionate person,
but I knew that deep down inside she did love me.  You might not notice it,
but she did.  And I loved her.  But I loved Sean too.  And here we are back
at the fucking beginning again.  I buried my face in my hands and tried to
cry, or express some sort of emotion.  But I was still comfortably numb from
this sordid affair.

I heard more footsteps and I looked up.  Standing in the doorway was Alex,
Steve's roommate.  Normally I would have been turned on by his presence, he
was wearing a crumpled T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts that exposed his
very nicely-defined legs.  He played varsity soccer so he had the perfect
build to fill-out the jockwear he had on.  But like I said, I was too
comfortably numb.

"What are you doing here, Marc?" Alex said, entering the room.   That was a
really good question, in more ways than one.

"I don't know," I said softly.  Honestly.

Alex peeled off his T-shirt revealing a beautifully sculpted chest, with a
light dusting of red hair, the same color that graced his head.  But right
now his beauty was wasted on me.  Comfortably numb. "Dude," he said, tossing
his shirt aside, "Julie's been looking for you."

I stared at him blankly. "She has?"

"Yeah, you might want to go talk to her."

I smiled.  "You know what, Alex?  You don't know how right you are.  I think
that's exactly what I need to do."

And without even saying goodnight, I left the room and went to find my
girlfriend.



To Be Continued...


I apologize for the delay.  Life somehow got in the way of my writing.  It
has a tendency to do that.  As always, I appreciate all forms of feedback,
just drop me a line.


Marc
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