All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.
Gwen Carpenter slammed the car door closed and stalked up to her parent's house, fuming that she wasn't going to spend her Friday night getting fucked. Her stupid boyfriend had once again canceled their date to spend time with his new frat bros.
Gwen was a 21 year old college junior home for the weekend. She stood about 5 foot 6 and maintained a tight, fit body by going to the gym regularly. Her firm, perky B cup breasts and tight, toned ass garnered her lots of attention from the everyone, but especially the guys. She often wore her long, brunette hair tied in a ponytail to help exposed her toned shoulders. To accompany her body, she had a very pretty face with an easy, white smile and bright blue eyes. She was knockout, she knew it.
She and her jock boyfriend, Mat, had met their freshman year when they all lived in the same dorm building and had started dating within a few months. At first everything was peachy, exciting. He had been attentive and sweet. He would help her with English while she would tutor him in math and chemistry. Their sex life was awkward at first, as they had been each other's firsts, but they developed a nice rhythm.
But now that asshole was in a frat. He no longer put any effort into his school work. Where he used to make her laugh and feel appreciated, he had slowly become a proper douche. Their intimate sex had devolved into a pounding that only helped get him off. She knew it was his frat bros. Some were nice, but his Big was a typical red-pill, grade-A douchebag that was slowly poisoning his mind. Gwen knew deep down that if any of her girl friends were in a similar situation, she would have yelled at that hoe to dump his ass. But of course, her situation was different. She could change him. She had organized a nice lunch date at his favorite restaurant, ordered excellent tickets for his favorite team and bought the skimpy lingerie he had begged her to buy. A beautiful date for her jock boyfriend. She had put it on, under a short skirt and a nice coat, hoping to surprise him but peeling away her outer clothes, when she got a text (a fucking text!) with the first line "change of plans." Absolutely, fucking, not. Still dressed like a slut ready to surprise her man with sex, she got in her car and drove 45 minutes back to her parent's house.
She didn't know what to do with the jerk. He was her first serious boyfriend, and she knew he was still in there somewhere, but it was getting too much. She planned to take a break from her social life and just rot at home for the weekend.
She opened the door and was met with hollers and screams. Her younger brother, loser Ted and his loser friends from the chess club or anime club or whatever nerd club they were in, were sitting in the living room playing some video game with guns. At the sound of the door opening, a total of 7 heads turned in panic at her direction.
"Jesus, sis, I thought you were mom and dad. What are you doing here?" Her brother asked.
"None of your business, Ted." Fuck. She didn't mean to lash out, but she was pissed off at her boyfriend. Maybe she was pissed at all boys. "Sorry, Mat was being a dick, so I thought I'd come home for the weekend. Where's mom and dad?"
"I dunno, they said they were taking a trip somewhere for the weekend." Damn, just my luck. At least somebody in this family is getting action. They did this every so often. Spending the weekend away from their children to just enjoy a nice weekend alone, leaving the kids to watch the house. Gwen always admired how much her parents loved each other. She wanted that with her future husband, but now it just made her sad, thinking of Mat.
"I thought the parents said no guests while they were out." Gwen said, pointing around at his friends who all sat there sheepishly.
"Uh yeah, please don't say anything."
"Whatever, I'm going up to my room."
"Did you want us to beat up that asshole, Mat?" Ted said, half jokingly, half seriously.
"Love to see you try, nerds." She quipped, almost smiling. Mat was a 21 year old, 6 foot 2 football player who was one of those players that tackled people. Ok, she didn't know what the positions were, but he was big. While Ted and his friends were 18 year old D&D geeks. Ted, Carlos, Alex, Chris and Ben were your typical scrawny nerds without an ounce of muscle on them, while Jason and Jimmy were your overweight geeks - also without an ounce of muscle. She was quite confident Mat could beat all seven of them with one hand tied behind his back. But she appreciated the love behind his offer.
"Hey wait, Gwen." Jimmy, her brother's friend, spoke up as she started up the stairs to her room "If you want, you can chill here with us. I'll treat you right - better than Mat would."
"Ew gross, stop hitting on my sister, pervert." Her brother said slapping his friend on the shoulder, while their other friends just laughed.
"Never gonna happen creep!" Gwen called down to them.
"You sure, there's plenty of room on the couch. There's plenty of room on my lap!" He said, patting his massive legs. Gwen just stuck her middle finger at him and continued up the stairs. Jimmy had been hitting on her for 7 years, back when he had first moved to their little cul-de-sac. She didn't mind, usually, but it did get a little creepy at times. Usually it was just lewd comments. But she did catch him, going through her room and underwear drawer back when she was 16 and he was 13. To this day, he was the only person she had punched. With his nose bleeding, they had both agreed to keep what had transpired a secret to avoid BOTH of them getting reprimanded.
"Give it up, Jimbo, she is way out of your league." Gwen heard Jason, another friend of her brother's say.
"Shut up, man, at least I'm not too scared to talk to girls. How's it going with Nancy yet? Able to say more than two words to her yet?"
"Fuck off, dude. We're building a rapport."
"Uh huh, well while you're building a rapport with Nancy, I'll be making Gwen all mine." Gwen could hear Jimmy making mwah mwah mwah sounds like he was kissing. Thankfully, she was already heading up the stairs so was blessed to not see his pudgy face screwed up as if he were kissing an imaginary her.
"Gross dude, can we stop talking about my sister like that! And like she said, 'never gonna happen'" She finally heard her brother say over the roar of laughter from his friends.
"Whatever, I'll win her over." Gross. Ok, maybe he did say creepy things a lot. She never wanted to be 'won over'.
Gwen finally got to her room and closed the door. She dropped her bags to the floor and plopped onto the bed. That asshole! She wanted it to work with Mat, but he was changing into someone she didn't recognize. She didn't know what to do. In the safety of her room, she let her silent tears run down her cheek.
***
Eventually, Gwen composed herself and moved on to scrolling on her phone. Thankfully she was back to being pissed at Mat again. Sometimes, one just needed a good, hardcore crying session. Not only had he bailed on a wonderful date she had prepared for him, but he left her aching for a good fuck. Their love making these past weeks had been few and far between and had definitely failed to make her orgasm. She hoped today he would have fucked her passionately and loving like he used. But that wasn't gonna happen. And now she was horny.
She stopped hearing the sound of the TV from downstairs at about 2 AM and instead heard a rabble of boys leave the house. The boys must have stopped playing video games and were either heading out or had moved on somewhere. She crept to her door and opened it a jar. Fuck, there were still voices in the living room. It was 2 am, why weren't they going home yet.
