Chapter 2

My blood ran cold, and I felt it drain from my face. I sat on the bed, stunned. “We’re going to SMU together, just like we’ve planned for months. We’re going to live together, make a new life together, and ... you know ... when we graduate, we’re going to get mar–” My words broke off as the realization of what he’d told me hit home: None of my dreams of us being together will ever come true.

He buckled his belt in his jeans. “Babe, we’ve had a lot of fun, but–”

“Don’t!” I snarled. Startled, he stopped talking. “Don’t call me Babe again, ever. This ... this is the biggest lie you could have possibly told me.”

“Aw, hon, don’t be like that. We’ve had some great times and some great sex. Let’s just remember the good times, okay? I still want to be friends.”

How can you stand there and act like none of this matters? This whole year has been a lie? I am in love with you! I wanted to marry you! I wanted to have your babies! A few times during our senior year, I’d even fantasized about getting off the pill. How could I have been so stupid?

I felt his semen leaking out of me and dripping onto my inner thigh. When David finished dressing, he looked at me and held his arms open. “How about a goodbye hug?”

I seethed with anger. I reached down and scooped some of our cum off the inside of my leg and flung it at him, several gobs landing on his face and shirt.

“Perfect, bitch. Just perfect. By the way, all that ... whatever it is that comes out of you after we fuck? It’s kinda gross.”

“Huh?” I asked. Dad had said something, but I missed it in my reverie.

“I said it would be great to have somewhere else to eat other than just a Waffle House, wouldn’t it? Dallas has so many world-class restaurants.” He smiled at me in the rear-view mirror.

At least he’s trying. Someone is trying to make me happy. “Yeah, Daddy, it’s going to be great.” I gave him a smile back, and his eyes returned to the road.

It was hard to generate any enthusiasm for anything right now. I should have been excited about this new chapter in my life. Instead, I just felt hollow, empty, and worthless. Again, my mind drifted back to that horrible night. After the ugly fight with David, my evening had only gotten worse.

That nagging little voice inside my head echoed in the recesses of my consciousness, and she sounded remarkably like my mother. You were a total whore, but did that make you feel better? Did you get even with him? Everything you did with them?

I hated that voice, and I just wanted her to stop. But she was right, and that only made me feel worse. After David’s revelation and our horrible fight, I stumbled downstairs and began slamming whatever the alcoholic punch was that someone had concocted, and I got pretty drunk. I could barely remember Travis and his best friend, Jim, walking into the kitchen, and after a minute or so, I was alone with them. I would love to say that it was them who’d initiated our three-way make-out session, but that would be a lie; it was me. I remember their tongues in my mouth and their hands roaming up and down my body. I should have pushed them away and gone back out to the party or, better yet, gone home, but I hadn’t. My only thought was finding someplace that offered more privacy because anyone could have walked into the kitchen in search of more alcohol.

When I voiced my concern for privacy, it was Travis who suggested that we take things to their large walk-in pantry. Once we were all inside and he’d shut the door, I complied with their request and took off my top and bra and showed them my tits, as they called them. I always hated that word and found it to be incredibly vulgar. Still in my inebriated state, I said it repeatedly, asking the guys if they liked them as they both slid their jeans down and began slowly stroking their cocks.

Under their lecherous stares, I pinched and pulled my nipples until they stood proudly off my breasts. Travis hesitantly ran his hand over them, and when he saw that I wasn’t going to stop him, they both began roughly pawing them. I hated to admit this, but something dark within me took over. I got onto my knees, pushed Travis’s hand away from his cock, and took it into my mouth and throat. After seeing what I was willing to do, Jim pushed his member into my face, and I let Travis’s cock slip from my mouth and took the new one inside.

I wanted this delicious new experience to last, but they weren’t college guys, and neither of them had much control. As one started to get close, I let him slip from my mouth and fellated the other. This rotation helped prolong their impending orgasms, but only for a couple of minutes, even though I wanted the experience to last much longer. I took Jim into my mouth one last time, and his breathing changed, and his body stiffened. Thick spurts of semen hit the back of my mouth, and some landed on my tongue. I had to swallow a couple of times to get all of it down.