Sweet Revenge 25

College night was nothing but a waste of recycled oxygen. In every corner you'd find people buried and digging, bodies dry humped against walls and young ladies half naked being the biggest teases this small town has ever seen. So needless to say I was rather hesitant to answer when Becki wanted to go. I love Becki, don't get me wrong; we've been friends since before I can really even remember, probably the third grade, but we are just far far opposites. Becki's got redish auburn curly hair and mines just ratty and brown. Her hair is thick but not too thick while mine has this nappy way of never laying down. There are days when I can fix it, which luckily for me, is often enough [not to mention today]... But Becki can just roll out of bed, put sweats on and look fantastic. Maybe she's not as lucky as I think, maybe I'm just jealous?

"Briana, it's not going to kill you to come out with me," even her voice was cute on the phone.

"It could quite easily kill me. I could end up somewhere in the moshpit where everyone's doing the nasty, and get hit in my head and go to the hospital with a terrible concussion and next thing you know, you're staring at an open casket with my horribly makeup'd face not looking back at you."

"Oh my good God, you are one demented fucker!"

"Thank you."

"I'll pick you up around 9?"

"Make it 9:30ish because I'll have to fix my hair and I don't get off work til around 8."

"Kay, it's set. Bye sweetie!"

"Bye Beck."

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When I walked through the doors it made me nauseous on sight. Just as I predicted, a fucking sweatshop with insecure little girls running rampant and advantage taking assholes against walls or on the prowl. I wish I wasn't so observant because I wouldn't have seen him. I would have completely avoided the biggest mistake of my potentially young life, but yet I didn't, I knew he'd be there.

"Hey Bri!" He stopped dead cold in his tracks when he saw me and ran up to me like a gay guy waiting for a huge hug and maybe even a kiss on the cheek? I was seriously sickened.

"Hi Alex."

"That's it, that's all I get? After all we've been through?"

"Yeah, well, what can I say Alex, we went through a lot I didn't really appreciate?"

"Oh shut up, the sex was wonderful."

"Wonderful? I wouldn't category it as that. Good? Yes. Wonderful? Not quite," I said making my way up to the bar. A wonderful mixed drink was made here by the name of 'Jen,' & I had every intention of getting a few, especially after a couple of Long Islands.

"What's with the shot below the belt?"

"What's with fucking my best friend while we were 'together'?"

"Ohhh, that's what this is about? You still aren't over that?"

"Nope, in fact I'm a little more bitter than I used to be."

"Well congratulations, you are offically the biggest grudge-holding bitch I've ever met."

"Why don't you say that to my face?"

"I might throw my back out bending over."

"Alex I've heard that a few times, coming from you nonetheless, and amazingly it still doesn't hurt my feelings. I'm pretty sure I've been short all my life. At least I'm not freakishly tall. Or maybe I'm not that short, maybe you're just far too tall."

I grabbed my drink and went into "the pit" to find Becki.

"Well maybe you should go get back onto that scale! I don't think that drink is quite right for weight watchers you fucking bitch!" Alex called out from the bar.

I used to be bigger. Maybe not horribly huge, but I was about 200lbs when I last weighed myself. I'm not ashamed of it, maybe a little insecure, but embarassed? Definitely not. I won't lie, that was somewhat of a stab to the back of my heart because he was one of the only people whom I took the time out to explain things to.

"Where were you for that?" I asked Becki once I found her, grinding heavily against this nerdy looking kid with amazing muscles.

"For what?" She asked leaning away from him a bit. Nerdboy pulled her back in and she giggled, sighing into his ear to master the passion that was her.

"I had a run-in with Alex!" I called out over the music.

"Alex?" She asked with a confused look on her face. All I did was raise was eyebrow after rolling my eyes a bit. "Ohhhh, Alex! How is that kid?"

"A bigger prick than before," I shouted.

"Is that humanly possible?" She asked as she clutched her ass against his jeans a bit harder.

"Apparently so."

"Well go dance lady, 22 won't last forever. Eventually you'll be leatherbound with wrinkles all over, nab one now. Jesus you need to get laid. When was the last time?"

"About a year ago..." I trailed off trying not to look at her face. She leaned forward and grabbed my head and gave me a disapproving stare. "Okay fine, a couple years, but it's not like sex is the only thing that keeps people going."

"In this town it is."

She was right.

I attempted to make my way to the outskirts of college night's finest, hoping to find a normal person who hated this as much as I did.

"Woahhhh Alexxx! Damn you grew up!" I heard the shreiking voice coming from somewhere behind me, muffling into the music, but not enough.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I do a few pushups now and then, check this out." I could only imagine what he was doing. Probably lifting the sleeve of his tight shirt up just bit in order to puff up women magnent, his "babies," as he liked to refer to them as.

"Wow!! How have you..."

Between my fervent pace and the thickness of the music it all rushed into nothing. I went back to the bar instead of searching for someone, I wasn't in the mood for someone anymore. I was in the mood for a shot, maybe even two of them.

"What'll you have deary?" The bartender was cute but looked really aggressive.

"Um just give me a shot of something, don't tell me what it is or what I'm paying for yet, just start a tab and find me when the night ends, I'll be the drunken idiot in the middle of the dance floor shoveling out money to anyone who walks by."

"A shot? Coming right up. Just do me a favor and don't get too drunk, I don't want to kick you out of here." He flashed a quick smile and I smiled back, hoping a tiny glass was going to appear before me. And what do you know it did!

After three shots, another Long Island and one lovely done Jen, the bartender, Steven and myself were becoming life long friends.

"I just don't understand! I mean I didn't do anything wrong to him, I cared about him, I, no you have to listen to this! I liked him so much and Ali was my best friend andddd, haha why aren't you listening? Ali was my best friend and he fucked her, in my bed."

"Any man like that is a tramp Briana, and I wouldn't look at him twice. You need a man, not a child."

"Agreed!" A strange voice and body heat was making its way in my direction. I turned to my right to see a rather lovely looking young man sitting next to me.

"Chip," he said, offering me his hand, "McGyver."

"HIIIIIIIIII!" I whined, putting my hand in his.

Steven leaned over the bar, "She's Briana Keys."

"Thanks man, I can take it from here."

I could faintly hear Alex in the crowd, he always was a loud mouth.

"So Briana Keys, wanna stop spinning long enough to have a quick fuck?"

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I seen you eye-balling me from a distance. I mean don't get me wrong, I know my money catches a lot of eyes, but that's not the eye you were giving me. So how bout it?"

I started laughing, I'm not sure when but I heard it crackling off my tongue. My new friend Chip chuckled a few times, not sure whether or not what he said was funny.

"Uhhhm, if you honestly think that I'm that kind of girl you're craz-" Then I felt it. I felt the vomit climbing up my throat. I knew I shouldn't have had that third shot, or that grilled chicken salad.

"Are you gonna hurl? Cause if you are I need to know, you can't spew on my shoes dude."

"Yeah dude, I think I might." I managed to geek out.

He helped me towards the bathroom making sure my mouth was aimed far away from him. Still Alex's voice was in the distance, maybe a bit closer now, but there, and in a sense it was comforting, but in another it was even more sickening.

"I can take it from here." I growled at him, pushing my way into the bathroom, pink stelletos in hand.

"I'm sure you can, you're a big girl, you can probably take a lot. How about you try nine inches out?"

I could only stare at him. Disbelief was running through my veins. Nine inches? Was this kid seriously trying to tell me his dick was nine inches? I mean, Al was definitely up there, but not nine inches. And disbelief again. Where does this kid get off talking to me like this? I didn't even want to be here. Becki dragged me along and I offically hated her for that. Where was Becki?

The feeling to throw up subsided and Alex's voice was still close and I knew it, only his voice was silent and I could just faintly feel is presence. Chip pulled out a mint and placed it in my mouth, I sucked on the mint before he took his hand out. I knew this was probably some sort of mechanism for him to test whether my head would be good enough to fit his needs later on in the night.

"Mmmm, yum!" I shouted, feeling much better now that I could breathe. "Must've been the smoke," I said.

Chippy gave me the craziest look. "The smoke must've made me sick, that's all."

I rested there against the bathroom wall, his pelvis glued to mine, when the echoing of Fergie came on.

"Oh my God this is my SONGG! Let's go dance!" I shouted in the empty bathroom.

"Let's do a different dance." He said, stroking my hair and pulling it away from my neck.

"No really, this is a good song-" our lips melted together long enough for me to shut up.

"This is a good dance." He muttered.

He pulled at the string on my top, hoping that easy access was going down tonight, but it wasn't. I pushed my hand up as my head rushed with anticipation, anxiety and alcohol. I wasn't about to do the dirty with this kid, or was I?

He pushed my hand out of the way and held both of them behind my back against the wall. He pulled harder on the string and my top came undone. Chip stripped it off me as I kissed against him harder.

"Mmm, you taste like minty sugar."

"Whatever," I said grinding my wetness into his crotch.

He pulled my bra off and began to unzip my pants when a yellow flag shot up through my veins.

"Noo, we can't be doing this." I said in a quick giggle hoping he wouldn't take it personally.

"Sure we can," he said pulling down at my zipper a bit more.

"No really I can't be-"

"Okay," he said and I felt relieved, "you can do it to me and then I'll do it to you."

"That's not what I was saying," I said starting to get a bit confused and even flustered.

Chip either didn't listen to me, or he didn't care. He pulled his jeans down far enough that the hair on his legs were visible. His dick flopped out as his briefs made their way towards his jeans.

I shook my head violently at him, making sure he seen me. I bent over to pick up my bra and shirt and he grabbed my head and pushed it against his dick.

"No, I said no, I don't want this right here, right now, or at all really."

"But you and the lovely Becki were talking quite loudly about your last sexual encounter and how long ago it's been, I'm not stupid, I knew you wanted me. Now go on, suck me."

"No, I'm okay."

"This is much easier when you cooperate." He said, shoving my head towards the head of his cock.

"This is much easier when you leave me the fuck alone!" I said, my voice starting to quiver and get loud.

"Don't be such a bitch, it isn't like I've got aids or something. Now go on and let's just get this done."

"Get this done?" I asked in shock of how immoral and disgusting this all was.

Just then he choked me with his dick. Nine inches my ass. More like seven, if that. I didn't like it, but he was standing there over me, threatening me, so I sucked.

I started to bite down out of habit, not some horrible biting or anything, but I was bawling by now and trembling so hard I couldn't help it. The mascara was stinging my eyes more and more with every second that he tightened his grip on my head.

"Fuck bitch!" Chip shouted, "Watch what you're doing down there."

I couldn't tell you how because it all happened so fast, but the door swung open and Alex stood there looking down at me. He looked confused & a little hurt.

"Sorry to interrupt."

"Yeah, you should be." Chip said.

I started to sob a little bit hoping Alex would be able to catch what was going on.

"Jesus Christ you cannot give head can you? Stupid cunt, what else can't you do?"

BLOW.

One hit to the face after another. I just leaned back, holding myself against the wall, hoping that maybe my clothes would figure their way back to my body.

Chip started crying like a little baby.

"Maybe next time you don't fuck with a good girl. There are plenty of sluts out on that dance floor, in fact I could probably introduce you to a few of them. For that matter, I could even point out which ones give great head, but instead you had to go picking on Bri, so you paid for it. We're straight now."

He picked me up off the ground and helped me out of the stall, staring straight ahead of him the entire time. He pulled off his polo and put it on over my head, still not looking at me. He picked up my clothes from Chips feet. Chip spat at him and missed. I don't know what he did back, but I imagine it had to do with his balls because Chip started sobing and moaning a mess of things within an instant.

I was rushed outside, mascara plastered to my face. Out of the corner of my eye I seen Alex nodding at Steven and Steven nodded back, jumping out of the bar and headed towards the bathroom.

My mind started rushing. Where was Becki? Where was her car? Did she park anywhere near here? Why couldn't I remember any of this? Probably because she dropped me off at the door so I could grab some drinks.

"Yeah, I'm on the corner of Fourth and Main, yeah Pouly's. Okay, how long? Ten minutes? Alright thanks."

"You didn't have to call me a cab, I can handle myself."

Still no eye contact.

"Who said it was for you?" He asked, staring into indefinate space.

"Well I just figured..." I felt like an idiot. "Thank you- for what you did in there I mean, it was nice that you'd do that for me."

"It wasn't because it was you Bri, if any girl were in there I would do the same. No girl deserves to be hurt like that."

"Oh," I said pulling his polo into my chest harder.

We sat there in silence for about fifteen minutes when the cab finally showed up. He ushered me in and I assumed that would be the end of it, but he followed in after me.

He gave the driver the directions to his house and called Becki to tell her that I had left with him. I could hear her screaming into the reciever with shouts of bloodshot passion. "Nah seriously, she's fine. No I didn't put anything in her. What the fuck are you talking about? Seriously she's fine I just wanted to- Wow, Jesus Christ save you, I'm not trying to do anything with her, I saved her from that you disrespectful jerk now let it alone I'll make sure she calls you in the morning."

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"The only thing that's changed since you last seen the place is I'm in Tony's room now because I no longer have or need a room mate."

"Alright thanks."

"There are some towels in the closet in the bathroom, you can borrow a shirt from me if you need to, and I'll put some Tylenol by your bed for tomorrow morning."

"Thank-"

"Yeah, just make yourself at home."

I didn't want to borrow another shirt from him but I absolutely had to take a shower. I scrubbed every inch of my dirty body and then pulled my colapsable toothbrush out of my purse. I made my way into his bedroom with a towel wrapped tightly around my chest.

"Are you sure this is all okay?" I asked, stumbling over myself, a little bit drunker than I figured I was.

"It's fine," he said, pulling a purple shirt out of the closet.

"Purple?" I laughed.

"It's actually yours, you picked it out remember? You gave it to me for a birthday present when I turned 22."

"That was a while ago, I can't believe you remember that."

He was looking at me now, but not looking at me, more like looking in my direction.

I wobbled into the new 'guest room' and pulled the shirt on over my head, and put my boyshorts back on and slammed into the bed.

I woke up at around 4 in the morning, struggling to remember what had happened. I looked over to the left to see a bottle of Tylenol and it all came back to me. I took a few of the pills before I realized there was an awful storm going on.

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"Alex. Alex, wake up. Hey, hey, hey!"

"What's up?" He said, rolling over as if he hadn't been asleep at all.

I was sitting on the edge of his queen size bed, shaking what I thought to be his arm but was apparently his stomach. He pulled the covers off of him and stretched his arms out in a loud yawn.

"I'm sorry for everything."

"Don't be, seriously, we're fine and you don't need to apologize for anything."

"Can I at least thank you for what you did?"

"Don't do that either."

"Why won't you just let me? I feel terrible doesn't that mean anything to you? Has it ever meant anything to you?"

"Jesus Bri of course it did. You meant a lot to me. You just, weren't my type back then. And I tried to get at you tonight," he scratched his head and glanced at the clock, "last night. But you wouldn't have it and it made me feel terrible. I shouldn't have disrespected you the way I did and if anyone should be sorry it's me. I just don't have the guts to tell you, so instead I beat some guy's ass and brought you here. So if you don't mind I'm trying to sleep and I can't stand the idea of us arguing again."

I laughed so hard at that moment, "The king of arguments doesn't want to get dirty with me? Are you joking me right now? C'mon Al, get into it with me, say something mean!"

He sat up and was offically in defensive mode, "Well... you shouldn't wear make up anymore because when you cry it makes you look awful and I just wanted to kick the shit out of that kid more. Now let me sleep."

"That wasn't mean, it was almost sweet. Although I thought I was handling things, I could've gotten out of there if I'd have wanted to."

"Could've fooled me."

He rolled over to face me, then lifted the covers. I dove into them, pushing myself against his chest again.

"I didn't mean what I said to you earlier Alex."

"I know you didn't."

"I mean, you are freakishly tall but I'm still short."

He laughed at my attempt to joke. He laughed so hard he ended up kissing me.

His lips pushed hard into mine. My legs wrapped their way into his and I pulled myself closer to him. I missed this, I missed him.

He wrapped his arms around my back and ran one hand up through my curling wet hair.

"I missed you," he said in breaths.

I rolled him over and sat on top of him, placing his hands above his head and kissed my way towards his neck. His pelvis was pressing into me. Two layers, I thought. Two layers and I'll break my 2 year streak. So I stopped kissing and started to sway my hips. Up and down, side to side, in circles, and finally I could feel his dick rising harder towards me. I leaned back and pulled my shirt off over my head.

"Ohhh baby," he said, his hands already kneading me. Rubbing my nipples against the palm of his hand, getting them hard and warm.

I started to kiss him again when he pulled me back up. "Hold on, let me admire this. I haven't been with you since you lost all that weight and I want to look at a job well done." He shot me a smile. "Seriously Briana, you should be proud of what you did for yourself."

I was. I showed him that by making my way down his stomach with soft kisses and giggles.