JEAN HARRISONI didn’t know how to react. He left me there in the hall with the voices in my head screaming. My whole body tensed as I tried to understand what had just happened.Did he just walk away from me? The cocky bastard.It was as if something had shattered in my core. All I could think about was the bitter taste it left in my mouth and how much I wanted to get back at him for making me feel this way. It took a lot of effort but I finally got up from the table and left the hall.Rejection wasn’t an easy thing to deal with especially since it was the first time I’d gotten rejected. My bones echoed to the depths of my being. It was as if my soul had been yanked away from my body and thrown into the pit of despair.Everything from that point on just seemed to infuriate me more and more so I decided to go to the one place where I could be all alone. The roof.The silence there was bliss to me. I wanted to scream away most of the anger I was feeling but I knew some nosey too-gooder

MICHELLE PEYTONI knew Lonnie was a spineless soggy whimpy man-child but I never imagined he would be incapable of fucking.It had been going great until the very last minute when his dick went completely limp never to rise again. The bastard literally died on us. Every effort to bring it back to life proved futile.He had slept on the couch leaving me to have the bed which didn't matter because I couldn't sleep. I even considered murdering him as he slept. It was a miracle I didn't. The next morning I left just as the sun came out.I'd never felt so infuriated in my entire life. Different thoughts found their slimy way into my mind. The worse kind of thoughts. The "what if's".What if seeing my naked body put him off? What if I was just so unattractive that he couldn't get hard? What if it was all my fault? What if my attempts to make him hard were all sloppy?By the time I got to my room, I'd worked myself into a state. I needed to talk to someone about what had happened and the onl

MICHELLE PEYTONI stood there regretting whatever stupid impulse had led me to think Jean Harrison was going to be reasonable and see the brilliance of my idea.The girl had good grades and smarts but most of her brain cells had died off from getting fucked too much.I went back to my room and told Corey about it. She wasn't surprised."Jean Harrison doesn't strike me as the teamwork kind of gal. What do you think?"Of course, she was right. Jean's pride and ego wouldn't allow her to see the possibility of success in joining forces. It was an obvious flaw most confident people suffered from."I know what would cheer you up," Corey said. The look in her eyes warned me."This feels like one of those things I'd regret saying yes to so I rather not hear it."She grinned evilly. "The only way I can see that happening is if you pushed a butter knife through your ears and effective as it might be, I can't promise you won't suffer from some degree of brain damage."She was right. I wasn't goi

JEAN HARRISONMy relationship with Jeff was one based on sex with no strings attached. We were just fucking, satisfying each other when it was necessary. It was all just physical.This led me to my next question. Why the hell was I feeling weird over seeing him with his red-haired bitch?Jeff had explained to me that she was one of the girls he had strictly physical dealings with which meant I wasn’t the only one. I don’t know why I thought I was the only one.He was free to fuck as many women as he pleased without feeling shitty about it because what we had wasn’t an official relationship yet I managed to make him feel shitty about it by telling him to fuck himself and walking out of his house dressed like a slutty cop.I couldn’t afford to lose Jeff because he was the last glimmer of hope I had in having a healthy sex life yet somehow when I got back to my room, I sent a text to him breaking it off for good.His reply made me feel more like the fool I was. He replied with a single K

MICHELLE PEYTONThere were so many people here.I tried my best not to stare at the naked bodies moving in front of me. It was as if I’d fallen into a dystopian world where nakedness was normal. Everyone was going around their usual business ignoring the obvious which made my journey through it a little less awkward.Corey had followed me for the most part but she had tossed her robe aside and disappeared into a room with her ass bouncing. It didn’t help that she had wished me luck before she left. She always wished me luck and yet somehow shit always ended up going sideways.There were some guys around a pool table with really nice dicks. I tried to focus on their faces but my eyes kept moving down. Below the belt. The danger zone.Freaking out that someone there was going to catch me watching and call me an imposter(which I was starting to feel like), I walked to a table and grabbed a styrofoam cup then filled it with the drink. I spilled the fucking drink staring at a dick that loo