Automatically looking down again, she saw the length and width clearly outlined by his pajama bottoms and winced, closing her eyes and standing. She forced herself to quietly but quickly go upstairs and shut the door behind her.
Sitting on her bed, she took a deep breath and counted to ten, trying to focus her emotions. Playing the scene back over in her head, she was able to see the humor in it, and covered her mouth with a resigned sigh.
The day had been fucked up enough, she realized. It was time to go to bed. Stripping down to her panties, she wondered what fucked up thing would happen to her in the middle of the night and climbed in under the sheets.
**
Kneeling… no… she was sitting. Yes… sitting on the seat. A giant cock slid weirdly through the wood of the door, then into her mouth and didn’t stop. It was pumping cum constantly, a thick flow that she was gulping down as it slid down her throat to her stomach, and then kept going. She could feel it worming its way through her guts, pumping cum all the way down.
Whimpering, she sat up in bed and yelled, “Fuck you!” to no one.
Realizing that she’d been dreaming, she took a second to recover, then sighed and reclined back in bed. Checking the clock, she saw that it was early on Sunday morning. Her phone was buzzing, and she saw a message from Kara.
“Fuck,” she said. “No… no…”
Sighing, she opened the message and read it.
“Honey, please don’t think that I’d be mad at you for something like what happened. Duncan and Kelly are good people and they’re just worried about you. You gave them a strange evening last night, and they told me only because they were concerned. Talk to me when you can. Love you! – Kara”
Relief washing over her, Sam suddenly felt silly for thinking that Kara would stop being her friend. Starting her reply three times, she sighed and took a deep breath, calming herself.
“I’m happy to come over and explain,” she said. “Is that okay?”
“Of course,” Kara replied quickly. “Let me make sure that we’re not going anywhere.”
“Okay,” she replied. Five minutes later, Kara sent back that it was fine to come over that morning.
Sam looked at the clock and gave herself thirty minutes, then texted Kara and let her know. Resolute in explaining her insanity to the good people that Kara was involved with, Sam immediately got up and went to get dressed.
The drive wasn’t too far to their house, and pulling in she saw Kara’s car, along with a few others, and verified by seeing the “Thomas” on the mailbox. Walking up to the door, she saw Kara come out, looking adorable in clothes that weren’t a uniform. After greeting her friend, she went inside and met up with Duncan and Kelly again, feeling a bit weird but steeling her resolve and desperately hoping that she could fix the situation.
Feeling much stronger than she had in a while, she joined the three in the living room and explained the entire story, as she’d been having to do recently, as plainly as she could. Kelly was as emotional as Kara had been the first time she’d heard it, but Duncan looked more like what she’d expected from Keith. Pissed. Taking comfort in the knowledge that he was a decent guy, she was touched when he knelt in front of her and grabbed her hands, his handsome blue eyes piercing straight through her as he spoke.
He seemed to say all the right things, and that it wasn’t her fault. She found that that sentiment stuck with her the most. By the end of the story, she felt a kind of catharsis wash over her. The only surprising moment was when Kelly mentioned having heard from her husband that he’d said that her blowjob was the best that he’d ever received. Unable to control herself, she’d giggled like a little girl and asked, “Really?”
The fact that Kelly hadn’t been upset by hearing that was surprising, but she doubted that the pretty wife would make something like that up.
After saying their goodbyes, Sam, feeling better about her life than she had in a while, headed home and relaxed in her room for a while.
Early that afternoon, her phone buzzed from an incoming text message. Snoozing lightly on her bed, she sighed and leaned over, grabbing it and seeing the poop emoji pop up as the contact picture for who had sent her the text message. It was Keith. In a moment of irritated childishness, she’d switched his picture to that and deleted all his previous text messages to her.
“I owe you an explanation, if you want to hear it,” it said.
She stared hard at the screen of her phone. Not sure if she still cared or not, she hesitated before responding.
“You stood me up,” she sent, but immediately felt that it wasn’t venomous and hateful enough.
“I know,” he replied. “I was still upset.”
She sighed. He didn’t sound apologetic at all.
“What do you want?” she sent.
“Five minutes,” he said. “I’m out front.”
Standing, she walked into the hallway and looked into Alex’s room, seeing that she wasn’t there. She then went inside to look out her window, it being one of the few that looked out front on the second floor of the house. Sure enough, his little car was out front, and he was sitting inside of it.
Swearing softly, she sighed and turned, heading to pop on some sandals, then went down to see what he wanted. Walking quickly up to him, she tried to wipe the irritation on her face off and stood there with her arms crossed.
“Is your face okay?” he asked.
She sighed. “What do you want?” she asked.
He sighed and frowned. “I just wanted to say that I don’t have an excuse for why I didn’t show up. I drove by twice and saw you sitting there, and I couldn’t do it. I think I just wanted to be mad at you still. I was hurt.”
She hadn’t expected that, but it didn’t make things any easier.
“I love you, but I don’t know what to do or what to say. I don’t know how I can forgive you or move past this.”
She’d expected some kind of pull on her emotions when she heard him say, “I love you,” but there was nothing. It stunned her for a second and it was only after she recovered that she realized what he’d also said.
He thought she wanted his forgiveness.
“You know,” she said. “Ever since all of this happened with that asshole, I’ve been mad at you. I loved you,” she said, emphasizing the past tense, “but I was still upset. I get that I fucked up and was naive and stupid. But when I told you what happened, you screamed at me.”
Again, she expected some kind of reaction from herself, she expected tears. But there was nothing.
“It’s really shitty to think that I want your forgiveness. That’s NOT why I told you.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “My girlfriend told me that she cheated on me.”
“I told you that another man manipulated me into sexual favors, and you fucking yelled at me, called me a liar, and a whore,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” he said, sighing deeply.
“You weren’t supportive, you weren’t understanding. You were mean and hateful. Do you have any idea what I’ve been through, you self-righteous jackass?”
“Sam,” he stammered.
“You defended the son of a bitch that did it!” she said loudly.
“Because I trusted him, just like you did!” he yelled back.
Stunned, she stepped back. Stepping up and kneeling down in front of her, he grabbed her knees, his face streaked with tears.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry.”
She shook her head, looking away from him.
“I hate myself for what I said. I’m not asking for you to take me back, just don’t hate me, please.”
Finally, the iron armor that was encasing her heart broke a little, and she felt pity for him. Pity gave way to regret, and she sighed, putting her hands on his head and stroking his hair.
“I don’t hate you, Keith,” she said.
He was crying, kneeling there on the ground in front of her house. She stood there, gently stroking his head for a minute, until she heard the front door open.
“Fuck,” she said, glancing back.
Her eyes going wide, she saw Dane striding purposefully toward them, mayhem on his face.
“No,” she said, turning and running up, her hand on his chest.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE,” he yelled, pointing his finger at Keith.
Moving deftly around her, he got to within a foot of Keith before she had yanked him back and stood in front of him.
“DANE, I AM HANDLING THIS!” she yelled, anger clear on her face.
He continued to scowl at Keith, then slowly turned and looked at Sam.
“I’m okay,” she said. “Go.”
Without another word, her protective older brother turned and went up to the house. Instead of going inside, though, he stood outside the front door and waited. Sighing, she turned and looked down at her ex-boyfriend.
“So where does that leave us?” he asked, wiping his face.
“I don’t know, Keith,” she said. “I honestly don’t know. You have no idea how deep you hurt me, treating me like you did after I was manipulated and abused. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to look at you the same way.”
He nodded, sighing. “I know. I can only say that I’m sorry. I did this to myself, and I’m going to have to live with the consequences. Just… let me know when you figure it out, okay?”
She steeled her resolve, nodding after a few seconds of angry silence. Turning without another word, he got in his car and she spun around to head back to the house. Seeing her coming, Dane waited for her to stomp past him, then went into the house behind her as Keith pulled out.
Not waiting for Dane, she hurried upstairs and went to her room, irritated that Keith had ruined her day. Laying on her bed, she spent the next couple of hours thinking things over, but unable to come to any definite answers. Her phone buzzed again, close to dinner time, and she sighed in irritation and rolled over to check the message.
“Hey Sam,” said the message. “It’s Brandon.”
She snickered, more than happy to distract herself with the absurdly cute mega-flirt.
“Hey there. Been having a crappy day so it’s good to hear a friendly voice.”
“Sorry to hear that,” he replied. “Unfortunately, I come bearing possible bad news.”
She sighed. “What now, the world ending?”
“No, but I don’t think this is something you’re going to like,” he said. “Is this you?”
There were a few seconds of waiting and then a website link appeared on her phone. She clicked it curiously and a sinking feeling set in. The phone opened the web browser and spent a few seconds going to the link. It was a video. The first thing she saw was the title, Naive Blonde Schoolgirl Facefuck Frenzy.