My plan in life had always been simple; go to University, study Law and meet the girl of my dreams. I'd settle down, and by the time I was thirty, I'd be married and have two kids, one boy and one girl. From an early age, my only thoughts consisted of wanting to fall in love; I always thought I was weird for not wanting a sexual relationship like most guys my age, but I guess I thought I was just more mature. I'm nearly positive that if I'd never changed, my life would have gladly taken that course.
It all started three years ago. I was at a summer party at the end of my final school year. I'd just got accepted to University, and my whole year was throwing a piss-up to celebrate. It was a typical party crowd, consisting of the stoned, the sluts and the terrible dancers. Unfortunately, due to legal reasons (which I was eager to respect due to my acceptance) we couldn't have the party at the beach, so we decided to have the party at my own house. My parents were away for the weekend, so after careful hiding of delicate objects, I was worry free.
Up to this point in my life, I had never had a girlfriend. I had only had two 'experiences' with other people; once was the time I had lost my virginity to this sweet, yet easy, girl named Lily. The other was much more embarrassing, and consisted of a drunken game of Spin the Bottle and an uneven ratio of males to females. My experiences with parties and girls hadn't been benefiting; usually, when I went to a party, all the attractive girls were getting off with all the jock types (or if I was lucky, getting off with each other). Either, that happened, or all the desperate girls would attempt to get off with me; call me shallow, but I won't date a girl I don't feel physically attracted to. To return to the story, I was walking around the party, drinking my mix of vodka and coke, acting very casually, and that's when I saw her.
Sophie. The girl I'd practically been in love with for the past three years of my life. Her long auburn hair complimented her beautiful, stunning features, and her complexion only added to her amazing looks. From a shallower point of view, her gorgeous body couldn't not get a man excited; her curvaceous hips drove me wild with desire, her ass seemed to be perfectly moulded to demand my hand's caress, and her breasts were the perfect size; big enough to hold, but small enough to support themselves. I can recall many a late night when I stroked my cock over that body. Admittedly, I felt horribly bad after every single time, but with a body like hers, every guy in the year (and every girl) must of masturbated over her at least once. Tonight, I decided, as it was the last I might see of her, that I must not waste this chance.
I approached her, up to the brim with confidence. This could well be the night that I finally show her how much of a great guy I am. I'd show her that I'd be the only guy in the world who could show her the love she deserves. When I lay her down to make love to her, my gentle caresses across her breast, my soft rubbing of her vagina and my delicate licking of her moist clit, would make her moan with passion. I needed Sophie, and I needed her tonight. As I began my approach, I noticed something off. She seemed to already be talking to some guy. Cautiously, I got closer to her and began to notice a hand on her arse. It was apparent that the man was with her.
Anger rose up within me, clouding my every thought. I knew this had to happen. I never got the girl. My anger drove me backwards towards the bar, and led my hand to avoid mixing vodka and coke, and simply grab the vodka bottle. I chugged it down. Perhaps, if I got drunk enough, a desperate girl would appear more attractive towards me.
The next hour was completely lost to me. I woke up in a bedroom, with a sense of ambiguity towards myself. As I looked to my left, I noticed a girl I knew named Layla, who seemingly looked a lot less attractive then she used to two hours ago. Still, I staggered out of bed, unaware as to the time of the current. I expected to stumble downstairs to find a mess of bottles and passed out lads. To my great surprise, the party was still in full swing. I glanced at the now-dented clock to discover that it had only been an hour since I had passed out. Harbouring the same feelings as before, I looked over at Sophie and her new temporary boyfriend. Enraged at the sight of it, I ran up to her, grabbed her arm and yelled at the top of my voice,
"ADMIT IT, YOU JUST WANT TO FUCK THIS GUY RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW".
My jaw dropped in shock, as she began to remove her clothes, and pulled down his trousers. Now, stark naked, she pushed the man to the floor and jumped on him. Then, with no hesitation, she passionately began to ride his cock, screaming moans every other second. What just happened? This seemed to weird. Then Sophie screamed,
"UHH, I WANT TO FUCK YOU SO HARD RIGHT NOW".
My exact words. A silly thought in the back of mind haunted me; did I just tell her to do that? That would be so absurd. Would it? I had to test this out. I grabbed Lucy, my partner in last year's Biology lessons, and commanded.
"Lucy, kiss that girl."
Lucy stared at me.
"What the fuck, dude?" she replied in disgust. "You're such a fucking creep, you know that?"
I decided that it would be the last time I followed the voice in my head. In embarrassment, I fled to a nearby room to dig my face in a pillow. My life-long friend (and secret crush) Emma followed through.
"That was.......strange" she exclaimed, concealing a small laugh.
"Oh, don't laugh at me." I replied. "I can't believe Sophie would do that to me. She knew I liked her!"
"Relax, dude, Sophie is known for being a slut. She'd of done it anyway. I'm surprised she did it publicly!"
"That thing I said afterwards.....I can explain."
Emma smirked.
"It's ok, dude, all guys have that fantasy! I hate the idea of lesbians, but, I guess if it gets you going?"
"No, it was weird! I basically went up to Sophie and told her to fuck him. Literally, those words!"
