Chapter 4

Saturday November 1

I’m not really sure what to do about this Chi Omicron thing. I tried poking around Dr. Welsh’s computer some more, but didn’t find anything useful. I think I need to meet these sorority girls, and maybe spend some time on their network.

Since I was already in a peeping-Tom mood, I snooped around in some other people’s accounts, too. Remember James, one of the friends I lost to Bevin’s attack? He received this email last week from some trollop that he seems to think is his friend.

God, James, I wish you were here - I have so much to tell you! I already told you that I planned to suck off Marcus at Ashley’s party, right? Well I did, but it didn’t work out like I wanted. He didn’t stay to make out, or go down on me. Literally right after he came, he wiped his dick off on my cheek, zipped up, and went back out to the party. Can you believe it?

So anyway, I was pissed and started drinking too much, and hanging all over Will. LOL, I am such a slut without you here to keep me chaste! Maybe Will told you this already, ‘cause I know you two are like best friends and shit, but yeah, I decided I needed a do-over on the night’s sexual activities, so I was rubbing up against him like a cat in heat and rubbing his junk through his pants. He was like, “Wait, what about James?” but I was like, “No, James will be cool with it. He got over his crush on me a long time ago.”

So long story short, we snuck down into the “man cave” where we weren’t supposed to be, because all of the bedrooms were already full of other couples fucking, and he laid me out on top of Ashley’s dad’s pool table. At first he made like he was going to shove a pool cue into my cooch, which I was not cool with, but then instead he started licking me, and it was GOD DAMN FANTASTIC! He made me come, and then he stripped. Fucking hell, James, why did you never tell me about Will’s dick? So then he fucked me, and I came again, and he came, and we left a big wet stain on the pool table.

So then Molly and I left the party, and I told her to drop me off at your house because I wanted to tell you all about what a slut I was. I forgot you were away at college. But your brother was there, and he convinced me to tell him all about it. So then he was like, “You know what I think? I think you still want more. I can smell your cunt, and it’s dripping.” I was sitting there thinking, “Dude, I’m not going to fuck a tenth grader,” but then he said, “Take off your shirt.” And then he said it again, “Take off your shirt, slut.” Something about his confidence made him irresistible. You should get some pointers from Todd - I bet that would solve your virginity problem right away.

So there he was, pinching my nipples and rubbing my pussy through my come-crusted thong - and he was right, it was like a water park down there. And then he led me into your room and bent me over that bean bag chair, and stuck his dick into me, not even removing my thong but just moving it out of his way. He fucked me good - so good - and I was just about ready to come when he pulled something off of your shelf - I don’t even know what - and spit on it and shoved it up my ass. My climax was UN-FUCKING-BELIEVEABLE, and I clenched so hard that I probably broke whatever it was he stuck up into me. LOL. After he finished he just left me there, but that’s cool because I was all fucked out.

I called Molly to pick me up, and we went to IHOP for pancakes, and then I fell asleep on her couch. And now I’m sipping coffee and writing this all to you, because I just couldn’t wait to tell you. And even though my ass is totally wrecked and my panties are crusty and disgusting, I’m getting excited again writing this.

I wish you were here! Have fun at college, and write to me, ‘k?

- Mel

Maybe their relationship isn’t what I imagine, but I can’t help feeling sorry for James and hating this bitch.

Sunday November 2

Last night was Hailey’s turn to come home late, all dressed up. I had been home all night in sweats, reading about database normalization.

“Great top,” I said when she came in. “What have you been up to tonight?”

“I was out clubbing with some of the girls from the sorority,” Hailey told me. Then, with a little hesitation and a little pride, she added, “I got laid.”

“Awesome!” I said reflexively. “How was it?”

“It was great!” Hailey said. “I mean, I’ll probably never see the guy again, but that’s cool. It was just what I needed. Sometimes you’ve got to scratch that itch, you know?”

I laughed. “Cool. Feel like filling me in on deets?” I asked.

“Not right now, thanks. I’m in the mood to write a letter to an old friend,” she said. “I mean, if that won’t keep you up.”

“Go for it,” I said. “I’m just doing some reading.”

So naturally, because I’m a horrible person and have no respect for my friends’ privacy, I logged into Hailey’s email today and read what she had written.