Hi. You can call me Evelyn.
There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this with you because it gets me off. If you don't like me, I don't care. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. You might want to keep some tissues handy.
Madison was that girl. You know the one, popular and perfect. Her blonde hair had natural curls. It caught the light like a golden aura. She could smile like an angel while the devil danced in her eyes. Her figure had just the right mix of curves and angles. The girls all wanted to be her. The boys all wanted to be with her. Just then, she was mine. Madison was sprawled out in the back of a van, catastrophically drunk, and obsessed with my mouth. I was lying beside her; our tongues dueling while my fingers aggressively uncovered every secret that her body had to offer.
Behind the front seats, the van was open space. The floor was covered in blue packing blankets, leftovers from the van's glory days as some kind of delivery vehicle. It belonged to Lacey; our all-time designated driver thanks to an allergic intolerance for alcohol. Playing the role of our dutiful chauffer, she ferried us from the frat party and back to the dorm without complaint. No matter how I made Madison cry out, Lacey remained frustratingly disinterested in what I was doing behind her as she drove. Parker, Madison's trophy boyfriend, was just the opposite. He sat in the passenger's seat with his neck craned to watch us.
I worked my way down Madison's body, pushing aside clothing and leaving a trail of passion marks in my wake. She was wearing fishnet stockings held up by elastic lace. These, I ignored. Her black, lacey panties I removed, shoving them into one of the back pockets of my cutoffs. Then, lying on my stomach, I pressed my mouth into the apex of her thighs. I left nothing untasted. I suckled her lips and teased penetration with darting licks. I kissed her clit, swirling her hood like a lover's tongue. Madison's back arched until only the back of her head and her bottom still touched the van's floor when she came. I had to pull my face free as she rolled onto her side, body twitching with orgasmic aftershocks. I used her shirt to wipe my chin clean of her juices before helping her back into it.
The lurching bump as the van pulled into the dorm parking lot did it. Muttering something, Madison flung herself out of the backdoors and proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach onto the concrete. I sat, feet dangling out of the back of the van, as Parker rushed to help his fallen princess. Like a gentleman, he held her hair out of the way. Lacey walked around the van's exterior and took a seat beside me.
"Classic," she said, indicating Madison. Lacey was wearing black slack and a charcoal blazer, which she wore with a single button fastened and only a bra beneath. She had the figure of a pubescent boy but carried herself with the swagger of Aphrodite in heat. I deliberately avoided looking at her lips. I was enjoying Madison's suffering and I didn't want to be distracted. Lacey's lips were full and captivating. Think Angelina Jolie.
"Can't wait for her to see the hickies," I said. I'd left around a dozen of them between Madison's neck and inner thigh. Tomorrow was going to a turtleneck day for daddy's little girl.
Without warning, Lacey leaned into me and started sucking on my neck. I gasped, the breath catching in my chest. Her mouth was hot and the sting of the suction made me squirm. The touch of her lips did more to turn me on than anything I'd done to or with Madison. After a moment, Lacey pulled away. "What was that for?" I asked between heavy breaths.
"So you can tell Madison that she did it," Lacey said. Her devastating lips were twisted in a smile that was pure mischief.
"Only one?" I coaxed.
Lacey snorted a laugh. "You're greedy." Then she stood. "I'm going back to the party. Want to come with or were you still planning on kissing Madison?" The thought curled my stomach. Lacey laughed at my expression. "Come with me?"
I stood, closed the van doors, and turned back to face Lacey. Her emerald green eyes seemed luminous in the florescent light of the parking lot. "No," I said. It took every ounce of will I had to deny her. I wanted her, but not on her terms. She shrugged it off with casual indifference. A minute later she was gone and I was helping Parker move Madison upstairs. The fun portion of her night was over. All that was left was the restless sleep of the soon-to-be hung-over.
"My room," I told Parker when we got her inside. He helped me lay her down on my bed. "You should probably go," I told him. He wasn't overly receptive to the idea, but I was sore and tired. Believe or not, even I have my limits. "Tomorrow," I promised him. After escorting him out, I undressed and went through the awkward motions of putting my t-shirt onto Madison. After a quick shower, I put on her panties and crawled into bed beside her.
It was still dark when I woke up. Madison was gone. I crawled out of bed, slipped on a tank top, and left my bedroom. The communal living room was dark save for a sliver of light from beneath the closed bathroom door. From beyond that door, I could hear the sounds of Madison sniffling and mewling to herself. Instead of knocking, I listened for a few moments, savoring the sweet sounds of her despondence. It was time to twist the knife. I sat down with my back against the doorframe. "Madison," I called out to her. "Are you okay?"
Go away," she answered. Her voice was a harsh rasp.
"Please," I said. "I think we did something really bad. I think we..." I let my voice trail off, as though I couldn't bring myself to put a name to what we'd done.
