She is lying on the bed, in the darkness of the room, like Snow White waiting for her prince’s kiss… naked.
Dimly lit by the light coming from the hallway, from the doorway, I can only make out a slight shimmer on her skin, the only trace of the sweat that must be covering her.
How can you sleep peacefully when I still hear the moans of pleasure and the banging on the wall coming from the next room? The one where your girlfriend is brutally fucked by a frat boy.
The night had commenced with such a promise, nestled in the warm embrace of our favorite eatery.
It was there, under the soft glow of the pendant lights, that I had revealed my deepest feelings for you, and you had graciously accepted, your smile warming my heart.
Then, a note popped up on your phone from your best buddy, who totally helped me set up this love-filled night. She asked us to come to her sorority house to prolong the magic and to cap off a night that already felt like a fairy tale.
We had a great time until they arrived.
Sure, there were some protests from the girls at first, but the TAUT fraternity boys were known for their infamous “crash parties.” And that’s how the quiet little evening turned into a wild frat party.
Several guys had tried to pick you and your girlfriend up, so we took refuge in the kitchen.
That’s where, to avoid things ending badly, you begged me to agree to help one of the guys get some beer from the basement.
I can still hear his laughter, but more importantly, I will always remember the sound of the door closing behind me.
I feel like I pounded on it for hours before someone finally let me out.
What hurt the most wasn’t hitting that door with all my might. No, it was seeing them high-fiving each other like they’d just won the Super Bowl.
And suddenly I heard it, the typical sound of a headboard rhythmically hitting a wall.
I rushed to the bedrooms to the sound of their taunting laughter.
Swinging the door open, I was greeted with the sight of your supposedly chaste bestie, face down and ass up like a cheap whore, getting railed by some random frat douche.
And what did he do, this prick? He looked up, all smug and proud of himself, and said, “Oh, what the actual fuck, buddy? Did your momma never teach you to knock? Don’t you see she’s busy?
The jerk even had the audacity to provoke me.
“Looks like the news of the free buffet spread like wildfire, and, as usual, when the pussies’s up for grabs, everyone wants a taste, even the nice guys like you.”
“Well, look at you, Mr. Impatient. Someone can’t wait to be a real man, no? Cool, it’s all good; we’re all buds here, right?” He leered, not slowing his relentless hammering.
“The funny thing, though?” He smirked, like he was in on some secret joke. “This whole shindig was supposed to be a chill party, a night off from the usual grind.
“That’s why we stormed their dull party, believing we will only find here a bunch of frigid prudes to ignore so we can let our cocks take a break.
“And surprise! What do we stumble into? A fuckin’ whorehouse masquerading as a sorority!
“These hoes are even more cock-hungry than the usual sluts we plow through at our frat’s orgies.
“Yeah, tonight was like takin’ candy from a baby. So goddamn easy.”
“They can’t keep their legs closed for five fucking seconds; can you believe it?” He laughed, sweat flying everywhere. “They were practically handing out their pussies like free samples at a supermarket.
“And, and like that,” he said, snapping his fingers. “We turned this housing into our personal meat market, and, for sure, these bitches can’t get enough of the ‘frat’ sausages!” He declared, his voice echoing through the halls of the once-innocent sorority.
“Yep, we did all the work. Without us, tonight, you wouldn’t get a chance to dip your little biscuits.
“So, hold your horses. I’m almost done using her cunt like one of our frat house punching bags. Wait outside and let me finish filling her snatch with my frat’s ‘special treatment.’
He was basically bragging about treating her like a street hoe, and I was there, standing in the doorway like an idiot.
“Can’t blame you, though. Once you get a mouthful of this whore, you’ll be begging for more, just like everyone else. Trust me.
“After, you’re just itching to pop that cherry of yours, buddy, aren’t you?” He mocked, seeing that I didn’t flinch.
“So instead of waiting,” he winked, not missing a beat with his thrusts.
“Why don’t you go raid the line of cum buckets we’ve already banged? Maybe you’ll hit the jackpot and snag one that isn’t chock-full of our spunk. But I doubt it; we’ve been having a field day with these easy lays.”
He smirked, wiping his sweaty brow, “And remember to slam the door on your way out, man.
“TAUTs, we may be pussy slayers, but we’ve got a shred of decency. It’s not ’cause we’re using them like dirty Kleenex; it doesn’t mean we don’t do it with style.
“Even these cum-guzzling skanks deserve a little respect, right?” He grinned, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“So go have fun,” he concluded, not bothering to hide his contempt. “And next time, try not to be so thirsty for pussy that you barge in unannounced.
“Some of us like to keep it classy, even when we’re fucking the same hole five guys have already used.”
That’s how I found you when I opened the next room.
Maybe that’s not sweat that I see glistening on your skin after all…
