Fuck! I hate this. Why did I even come here?I sat on the arm of a couch, scanning the house for a familiar face in the crowd. Two girls were talking loudly next to me, their backs to me. So many people, but I’d never felt so invisible, so alone. I took a sip of my rapidly warming beer, then looked at my phone for about the thousandth time. It was almost one in the morning. Should I just get a Lyft? Where the fuck did they go?Eight hours ago, I’d just finished my last exam of my first semester as a Freshman at Clinton State University. I couldn’t believe I’d survived all the way to Winter Break. The last couple of weeks with all the papers and tests due all at once had been especially brutal, but it was finally over. As I walked back to my dorm room, I could feel the stress evaporate out of my body.My roommate had completed his exams early and had already gone home to his family. While we mostly got along, I can’t say I wasn’t happy to have the room to myself for a change. I was looking forward to a nice long luxurious stroke session without the anxiety of roommate walking in on me at any moment and catching me at it. I might even go two or three times if I felt up to it. Why not?I lay back on my bed, scrolling through porn videos on my phone for something I could really get into. I settled on a threesome by a swimming pool between a White guy with a huge cock, and a couple of skinny Black girls. Yeah, that would do. The two girls were taking turns sucking off the guy. I felt myself hardening, undid my pants and slipped my hand inside, caressing the length of my erection through my underwear. No, rush, I thought. Just take it nice and easy.A few minutes later, one of the girls had straddled the guy and was riding him reverse-cowgirl style while finger-fucking the other girl. My cock had gotten rock hard and was pressing insistently up through my underwear, begging for attention. I lifted my ass off the bed, and yanked my pants down to my knees, freeing the desperate erection, which sprung up proud and strong. I was just about to take hold of my insistent hard-on when there was a loud banging on my door.“Shit!” I swore in a whisper-shout. In a panic I swiped the porn off the face of my phone. In the silence, I realized just how loud the volume had been.The banging elvankent escort bayan came again. “Hey, Kev!” a familiar female voice shouted through the door. “Kevin, come on, I know you’re in there.”“Just hang on,” I called back, mentally willing my erection to subside and anxiously buttoning my pants.Finally, I went to the door and opened it. On the other side were Heather and her boyfriend Dan with knowing smirks plastered across their faces. Dan was wearing a Santa cap.“Hey Kev,” Heather said. “What’s, um… up?” She and Dan shared a humorous glance.“Nothing,” I answered, too aware that I was overcompensating in my efforts to play it cool.“Sure,” Dan nodded in a tone that acknowledged that everyone knew I was bullshitting, and there was no use arguing about it.“Come in,” I invited them.“That’s what she said!” Dan and Heather shouted at the same time, completing a really annoying joke that had been going around campus all semester.“Whatever,” I said feigning disinterest, but I could feel my face flushing anyway as they passed me.Heather had been like my best friend all semester. We were always hanging out together, not that there was anything romantic between us. She’d started dating Dan before I even got a chance to ask her out, and they’d been together ever since. Sometimes, I did wonder what if I’d gotten to her first? How might things have been between us.I mean, Heather was attractive in a sort of girl-next-door way. She had wavy chestnut hair, a nice figure, and a warm friendly smile that even showed up in her eyes. She lived in the dorm a floor above mine, and since we were both freshmen political science majors, we shared a lot of the same classes. Dan was a junior and played for the men’s lacrosse team. He was away at practice and games a lot of the time, and even when he was around, I only saw them together. I didn’t really hang out with him one on one. He was okay. At least, he made Heather happy, and I couldn’t really find anything wrong with him or them. They were good together. And so, I kept my private fantasies to myself, though I’d be lying to say that I didn’t consider them often. Heather crossed the room and took a seat on my roommate’s bed. Dan sat in the chair by my desk. I just noticed that Escort emek he was holding a bottle in his hand.“What’s that?” I asked.“Oh, this?” Dan said, as if he’d totally forgotten about it. “You want to know what Danta Clause has brought you? Have you been good this year?” I shrugged. He turned the bottle around to show the Wild Turkey label. “Want some?”“Uh…” I hesitated. I wasn’t much of a drinker. “What do you have to mix it with?”“Don’t be a pussy,” Heather teased.“Get us some glasses,” Dan instructed. I went to my cupboard and took out some blue plastic cups. He poured us each a shot. “Here’s to the end of the semester! Cheers!”“Cheers,” we echoed, and tapped the cups together, and tossing the alcohol down our throats. Ugh, I hated that burning feeling of straight liquor. I nearly gagged. However, Dan was already pouring again for us.“Drink up,” Heather encouraged, downing her second shot.“Why?” I asked.“To Danta Clause!” Dan replied.“We’re pre-gaming,” Heather explained.“Pre-gaming for what?” I asked.“Dan’s Lacrosse team is throwing the last party of the year,” she said. “We’re kidnapping you.”“Oh, I don’t know, I…” I said, seeing my relaxing evening of free self-love slipping away.“No arguments!” Dan said, pouring us another round. “You’re coming with us.”“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Heather promised.We arrived at the party, and promptly got separated. Dan, being on the team, seemed to know everyone. I didn’t know anyone, and no one knew me. I felt weird and out of place, drifting from one room to the next in the house, unsure how to break into conversations, or introduce myself to anyone. I’ve never been good at that kind of thing.I drained the last of my beer and headed to the kitchen where they were keeping a keg. As I entered, I finally found Heather again, but no sign of Dan. Instead, she was surrounded by a couple of girls that I’d never met. One was blonde, the other had red curly hair. She was seated in a chair, crying while the girls tried to console her. Other people were milling around involved in their own things, and only occasionally casting pitying glances at the sad girl.“What’s wrong?” I asked.“It’s fine,” the blonde said pointedly. “Just leave her alone, okay?”“It’s alright,” Heather said, dabbing tears eryaman escort from her eyes. “He’s a friend.”“Oh, sorry,” the girl apologized. “She’s been through a lot.”“What happened?” I asked.“I lost Dan,” Heather said. “I was looking all over for him. I finally found him coming out of the bathroom… and…” She choked up.“There was another girl in there with him,” the blonde finished.“Lindsay Brown,” the redhead added.“Fucking cunt,” the blonde commented.“She had to have known,” said the redhead. “There’s no way she couldn’t.”“She didn’t care,” the blonde replied.“Neither did he,” Heather said.“Where’s Dan now?” I asked.“I don’t know,” Heather said. “We fought and he walked away.”“Probably with that slut,” the blonde said.“What a fucking bitch,” the redhead added.“I just can’t get the look on his face out of my head,” Heather said. “He was smiling. Before he saw me, he was smiling. He was fucking happy and proud of himself.”“Asshole,” the blonde spit out.“And at first he tried to make excuses, like he was just helping her with something.”“Yeah, everyone knows what he was helping her with,” the redhead contributed.“He didn’t think he’d get caught,” the blonde said.“I’ve never felt so embarrassed… ashamed… betrayed… Fuck! I don’t even know how I feel. It’s just so fucking awful.” Heather’s voice was breaking again. “It’s too mu-”“Fuck,” Dan shouted as he entered the kitchen, still wearing the Santa hat. His voice was met with three icy stares from the girls. He ignored them. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Listen Heather, can we talk?”“What’s there to talk about?” Heather asked venomously. “You were fucking what’s her name.”“Lindsay,” the blonde aided.“It wasn’t like that,” Dan defended himself.“No?” Heather asked.“Come on, can we just talk somewhere private?” Dan pleaded, reaching for Heather’s shoulder.“Don’t touch me,” Heather shouted. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Whatever you have to say, you say it here, in front of everyone.”“I love you,” Dan said.“Ha!” Heather laughed contemptuously. “Me and Lindsay, and any other slut who’ll give you the time of day.”“It was a mistake,” Dan tried to defend himself.“A mistake?” Heather repeated incredulously. She stood up to get in Dan’s face. “A mistake? You mistakenly put your dick inside her? Do you think I’m that stupid?”“I’m just trying to explain,” Dan said.Suddenly, Heather took a step back, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it up over her head exposing a pair of beautiful breasts restrained by a white lace bra. A look of shock came across Dan’s face, as I’m sure it also appeared on mine.