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  “So, you’re going out tonight?” It was a dumb question but I wanted to change the subject. I wanted to see that twinkle in his eyes again. I didn’t want to be a downer before he left for the night.

  “Yeah, I figured if you’re okay for a while, I’ll go meet up with some friends for a bit. I probably won’t be out late and I’ll have my phone on vibrate in case you need anything.”

  He was staring at me through the mirror and I got chills. There were some times when just a look from him could get my heart racing. I used to think it was fear but now I wondered if it was more. More of what, I had no clue.

  “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. Just be careful,” I said, holding his gaze.

  “Speaking of, are you prepared for your big night?” Definitely not. I couldn’t be less prepared but I wasn’t gonna back out. But that wasn’t what he was asking me.

  “You mean condoms? Um, I guess I’ll have to pick some up,” I said shyly. Most guys probably kept a box on hand just in case. I’d never come close to needing one so I’d never actually purchased any. I had a few samples that the health teacher passed out a few times a year in high school but those were long tossed out.

  Brett reached over to his top drawer and opened it up. His hand felt around into a corner and pulled out a handful. He threw them at me and said, “Help yourself anytime you need them. My dad gives me a huge box for every occasion. He tends to be paranoid.”

  “Thanks. I don’t think I’ll need this many but I appreciate not having to go buy a box. That’s got to be embarrassing.” I had flashbacks of when my mom asked me to buy her tampons after I got my license. I had to drive 15 miles out of town to find a store where I wouldn’t know anyone. Without a car, that would be difficult around campus.

  Brett laughed and shoved a couple of the condoms into his pocket. I watched his hand slide in and tuck away his own protectors but I didn’t realize that my smile had faded. When I looked up, he was watching my face intently, looking just as confused as I felt.

  There wasn’t any logical reason for me be upset that he was planning his own hook up, and really I should have been relieved that he was smart enough to be safe about it. But logic doesn’t always rule how we feel. And I suddenly felt sick.

  “You okay?” Brett asked, watching my change in demeanor. He turned his body to look at me directly.

  From where I sat on his bed, we were just a few feet apart. Taking two short steps, he was at my side, sitting with his thigh against mine on the bed.

  I couldn’t explain what had come over me. It was probably a combination of nerves about Maggie and some weird jealousy thing about Brett but I didn’t want to verbalize either of those. So I lied.

  “I think something I ate didn’t agree with me. I’m gonna go to bed. Have fun tonight.” I patted his knee as I stood and climbed up the ladder to my bed. I lay with my back toward Brett as he finished up and walked to the door. I asked him to turn off the light and I quickly passed out. Emotions are exhausting and mine were all over the place.

  Chapter 6

  Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard a noise outside the door and my eyes popped open. My heart was pounding in my ear as I fumbled for my phone, ready to dial 911. I hadn’t received any more emails but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still being targeted. The curtain was open and the full moon provided enough light for me to easily see in the room. I pressed as far back on my bed as I could, hoping that if someone walked in, they wouldn’t see me on the top bunk.

  “Shh, my roommate is sleeping so be quiet,” Brett said as he opened the door. He walked in and pulled someone in behind him.

  When the door closed, Brett’s body pressed the other guy into the door and he kissed him hard. I could hear the wet sounds of their lips and tongues connecting. There were moans from both bodies. I wanted to say something to let them know I was awake, but I couldn’t move. The only movement was from my beating heart and my growing erection.

  I was harder than I’d ever been while actually making out with Maggie. Just as I reached into my pants to try to soothe the ache, Brett shifted so his back was against the door and I was looking at the back of his friend.

  In the light of the moon, I could clearly see that the guy was about 5’9” and slim. He had brown hair that was a little shaggy. From behind, he looked just like...me. Maybe I was just projecting some indescribable obsession that I had with Brett but my hand wrapped around my shaft a little bit tighter when I let myself believe that maybe he chose this guy based on his similarity to me.

  While I was trying to keep my breathing steady and quiet, Mini-me squatted down to his heels and unzipped Brett’s pants.

  Before I could look away, he popped out of his boxer briefs and was attacked by his friend. Brett fisted his palm in the guy’s hair and guided his mouth up and down his cock. It was so hot. I’d never seen anything like that and I couldn’t look away.

  I was working myself in the same rhythm, imagining what it would feel like to have someone wrap their lips around me and slide up and down, leaving a glistening trail of heat behind. When the guy had his face pressed all the way into Brett’s crotch, apparently deep throating him, I chanced a glance up at Brett’s face. He was staring right at me.

  Our eyes locked and I could see the passion in his gaze as he pushed even further into the guy’s throat. Neither of us looked away as he pulled out and pushed back in one final time, while a full body shudder overtook him.

  “Uhh, Mike,” he groaned. I knew that he was coming and it pushed me over the edge. I squeezed my legs together and pulled down hard onto my balls as I let myself go.

  Based on the waves of ecstasy that washed over me, you’d think I had years worth of pent up pressure in me.

  It had only been a day since I’d released but it was more intense than all of my previous orgasms put together. I couldn't even imagine what sex with another person was going to be like.

  “You should probably get going.” Getting back into the moment, I watched Brett zip up and give the guy a half hug. “I’ll see you around,” he said as he basically pushed him out the door.

  I knew he’d seen me but I was too embarrassed to speak up so I laid silently as he stripped out of all of his clothes and climbed into bed.

  I didn’t move a muscle. I tried to breathe without making a sound, hoping he’d fall asleep quickly so I could relax and get to sleep as well. After a few moments of silence in the room, he spoke up.

  “I know you’re awake.”

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...”

  Shouldn’t have what? Watched? Jacked off? Liked it? The list of things that I shouldn’t have done was endless. But, being in the dark and not speaking directly to him gave me courage.

  “If you knew, why didn’t you stop? Or say something?”

  “I don’t know. I guess I wanted you to watch.” What? I didn’t know how to react to that.

  “I tried to look away but I...couldn’t.” I thought about what it might be like with Maggie. Would she do that to me? I really hoped so!

  “Did you like it? Watching, I mean. Watching me come?” He must have been drunk because he was never that bold. He was always on his best behavior around me, especially since the attack.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Do you want to do it again?”

  “Yes.” Did I say that out loud?

  “Okay.”

  And that was it. I heard him roll over and within moments he was snoring lightly below me. I was finally able to breathe and get into a comfortable position. I spent most of the night thinking about what I’d witnessed. It was sexy in the way that porn was. I wanted to watch but I also wanted to participate. With Brett.

  Every time I thought about him whispering my name as he shot his load into the mouth of a guy, I got hard. Not only was I sexually aroused by it but I also felt happy. I wanted to talk to him more about what he meant when he asked if I wanted to do it again.

  Did that mean he was going to bring h
ome another guy for me to watch him with? I was okay with that but I needed to know if he meant something else.

  The next morning, we were back to our normal routine and we didn’t discuss anything from the night before. I almost wondered if it was all a dream but I knew in my heart it wasn’t. It was the most real moment I’d ever felt. But, if he wasn’t ready to talk about it then I sure wasn’t going to bring it up.

  I still had to decide what I was going to do about Maggie and her party that night. During breakfast, my phone rang. I never get calls that early so I picked up it quickly.

  “This is Officer Ramsey calling for Mike Higgens.” Oh shit. I’d almost forgotten that I was desperately awaiting a call from them. Brett must have noticed the color drain from my face because he looked at me with a raised eyebrow, questioning who was calling.

  “This is Mike Higgens.” My stomach was in knots but I needed to hear what he had to say so I could move on. I was appalled with myself for almost forgetting that I could have any number of diseases and I was about to have sex with Maggie. I wasn’t usually so irresponsible.

  “We have the preliminary results back and although not all of the testing has been completed yet, we’ve found no evidence of any sexual trauma. If the assailant had planned to do something sexual, he was either interrupted or changed his mind and left before it happened. You should consider yourself lucky.”

  “Oh, thank God! I appreciate your call. Thank you!” I looked up at Brett and saw a wide grin spread across his face.

  “Good news?”

  “That was the police. Their initial reports show,” I looked around at the tables closest to make sure no one was overly interested in our conversation, “nothing sexual happened. They didn’t do...what I thought they did. Can you believe that? I thought I had some horrible disease and apparently they chickened out. Thank God.”

  Brett reached across the table and placed his hand over mine. “I knew it was going to be okay. I’m so glad.” He squeezed my hand once and then released it. I had the most absurd urge to lean over our plates of food and kiss him. I’d never had an urge to kiss anyone, not even Maggie, as much. It was all very fucked up.

  I was relieved that I didn’t have to worry about what happened while I was passed out but I still had a ton on my mind. We finished eating with only a few words shared. Both of us lost in our thoughts. We parted ways after breakfast and I practically floated to my first class.

  The day went by in a blur. I was happy and confused and frustrated and eager all at the same time. I had made a decision about Maggie and, based on how the night went, I would make a decision about Brett. Of course, that was assuming that there was something for me to decide on about Brett.

  I still wasn’t convinced that he fully remembered our talk from the night before. He was pretty wasted and may have chalked it all up to a weird dream.

  Maggie sent me a text and told me to come by around eight. I waited until closer to ten so I could get to the main event as soon as possible. I didn’t want to have to make small talk with her friends for a few hours, or worse, field questions about my injuries to anyone who wasn’t in my building and hadn’t heard the story yet.

  By the time I left for the party, I hadn’t seen Brett at all. We usually ran into each other in the afternoon between classes or before dinner but he hadn’t been back to the room. I assumed that he was with friends and hoped to talk to him on Saturday. Maybe even get him to clarify what he agreed to ‘do again’ once we both had some time to think about it.

  In the light of day, not in post-orgasmic bliss, it was harder to believe that the conversation really took place at all.

  Walking into Maggie’s house, I found her in a corner with a group of friends. She was sitting on a loveseat and waved me over to take her spot while she repositioned herself in my lap.

  Maggie and I sat on one side and her friend, Sara, was on the other, I was surrounded in high-pitched giggling and squeals.

  It’s funny that I’d never noticed how annoying drunk women could be until I was buried under a few. I tried to keep up with the conversation but my mind was drifting back to the night before.

  Maggie had been drinking for hours so she was very generous with the PDAs. Her arm was snaked around mine and she kissed me like her life depended on it. She ran her fingers through my hair roughly and I knew she was ready to go upstairs.

  As if reading my mind, she untangled herself from me just after midnight and announced that we were heading up. I felt a little awkward by her declaration to the world, or at least the twenty or so people in that room, but in the back of my mind I was a little proud. I always thought that guys were the ones that liked to kiss and tell but Maggie was definitely making a spectacle of our coupling.

  I kept my head down as we passed the group of hooting and whistling partygoers. The pressure was high and I was regretting my decision to nurse only one beer for the whole night.

  A little bit of liquid courage would have gone a long way. But, I needed to have a clear head. A lot was riding on how this night went and I needed to know for sure that I was making the right decision.

  Taking my hand, Maggie dragged me up the stairs to her room on the second floor. I’d never been up there before and was surprised by how it was set up with the beds each pressed up against opposite walls and the desks side-by-side in the middle making a solid barrier. She pulled me to the far bed and sat me down. Standing directly in front of me, she began kissing me.

  “I’m glad you’re staying, Mike,” she said as she placed her knees on the sides of my thighs and straddled my lap.

  She pushed me back on the bed and pulled her dress over her head so she was left in only a lacy bra and some barely-there panties. My dick was wide awake and ready for more.

  The anticipation of losing my virginity was overshadowed by the conflicting feelings I was battling. But when she reached back and released the shred of fabric that was holding in her large, full breasts, I was back in the moment. I tentatively reached up to touch them and she leaned into my hands, forcing me to fully hold their weight.

  She was soft and warm and exactly what I imagined a naked woman to feel like, but it still felt wrong. I couldn’t help comparing her to the hard muscles I’d felt on Brett’s chest.

  Her pink nipples were tight under my touch and I was fascinated with the way her breathing changed when I lightly pinched them. But, it was only fascination. If she wasn’t grinding up and down my erection, I might not have been able to hold it. But, she was and I did.

  I pulled my shirt over my head because it seemed like the right thing to do and she immediately went for the button on my jeans. Leaning over me, her breasts crushed into my chest while she attacked my mouth with her own. My ribs were still tender but I ignored the pain, too focused on watching her. The skin to skin contact felt good, but still too soft.

  Once my zipper was down, she reached beneath the waistband of my underwear and wrapped her fingers firmly around my cock. I groaned into her mouth as I let the sensation of someone else’s hand on me take over.

  I didn’t need to think anymore. I let my hands roam her body and finally trailed my uncasted hand between her legs.

  She was hot and wet and waiting for me to make a move. I slowly followed the seam of her panties to the center and slid my fingertips underneath the thin fabric. She squirmed around on my hand until I felt my middle finger slide into her.

  Gasping at the intrusion, she started to jerk me even harder. I hoped that was a good sign and continued to slide my fingers in and out until she indicated what she wanted next. I didn’t have to wait long.

  “Ugh, that feels so good. I need you now,” she said between breaths. She lifted her weight off of my hips so she could slide my pants down to my knees. I felt a little silly being half dressed but not enough to get fully undressed.

  “Yeah, me too.” I lied. I did want to do it, but I definitely didn’t need her at that moment.

  My mind was elsewhere when I reached dow
n to my jeans pocket and pulled out a condom. I handed it to her knowing that she had probably put them on a time or two.

  She fumbled with the package until it opened and then quickly rolled the latex down my shaft. It felt cool and tight as it cocooned me. Without any further prompting, she mounted me.

  When she pushed my tip against her opening, I held my breath. I didn’t let it out until she slid all the way down and had fully taken my cock into her wet pussy.

  She moaned and kneaded her tits, pushing her left nipple up to her mouth and licking it while squeezing her other nipple. She bounced up and down on my shaft and I laid still in utter fascination. It felt good, but I knew that it wasn’t supposed to just feel good.

  By the way she was acting, there was something that I was missing, although there wasn’t any way to articulate it without having experienced it. I watched her slide one hand between her legs and dig into herself as she rode me even faster.

  The audio, visual and tactile stimulations were all too much for me to bear any longer. I lifted my hips in a quick rhythm to meet her body as it slammed into me and I let go.

  I felt the orgasm come and go quickly, though thoroughly. It was...nice. Meanwhile, Maggie was moaning and tweaking and pinching at herself in a way that told me she really didn’t need me there at all. I was just a warm cock to ride but she knew how to take care of herself. Thank God!

  Before I had completely softened, her body gave into her own ministrations and she convulsed in pleasure. I was relieved that she was satisfied and I was off the hook for trying to get her off. Not only did I have no idea how to, I didn’t have much interest.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered into my ear as she rolled off of me and cuddled into my side.

  “You are amazing,” I said with no exaggeration. That girl had single-handedly gotten both of us off and didn’t even realize it. Good for her.

  “I really like you, Mike.” Shit. That was not what I wanted to hear. I was wondering how to break up with her while she was basking in the afterglow.