Destiny?
Of course, silly.Who else would it be?She pushes herself against me, and I realize that’s she’s naked too.The pain was her tugging on my already sensitive balls as she stroked my cock into an erection.
My stomach roils as I push her hands away.Stop.How did you get into my room?
One of your roommates let me in.Destiny wriggles closer to me, pushing her breasts into my chest.Despite the erection I’m sporting, I’m not turned on at all.I’m furious that she took liberties with my unconscious body.Consent is a two-way street.
She snakes her hands back down to my cock, but I slide away.I stand, swaying briefly as memories hit me in the gut.Then I regain control of myself.
He shouldn’t have done that,I say as I pull on a pair of sweatpants.
What’s the big deal?I told him I was your girlfriend.She throws back the covers and stretches out, trying to tempt me with her naked body.I avert my eyes, feeling only revulsion.
You’re not my girlfriend.We’ve discussed this before.
Oh, come on, Vik.We’ve been seeing each other since school started, and we get along so well—in and out of bed.You’re not still clinging to your ridiculous rules, are you?
Even as my anger rises, I keep my voice calm.I’ve only ever been honest with you.I’m not someone who does relationships.You said you were fine with that.
I just want to have a little fun, Destiny assured me, but now she’s changed her mind.It’s my own fault for continuing to see her, but I’ve been preoccupied.
She just laughs in reply, not believing me.
I’m sorry, Destiny, but I have my priorities: hockey, family, and my plans after graduation.And a serious relationship doesn’t work with that.It sounds like an excuse so early in the year, but I don’t want anyone or anything tying me down—especially someone who doesn’t respect boundaries.
She wriggles her body into an S on the bed, her dark hair spread out on the pillow and her lips wet where she’s just licked them.Then she lifts her breasts, offering them like a gift to me.Aww, are you grumpy because I woke you from your nap?I can make it all better.If you don’t have the energy to fuck, I can blow you.If you come, you’ll fall right back to sleep.
I am aware that what I’m going to do next would have most guys on campus wondering about my sanity.I pick up her discarded clothing from the floor and hand it to her.You’re going to have to leave.
For a moment, she stares at me in complete shock.Then comprehension clicks in.Her eyes narrow and she grabs her clothing and clutches it in front of her.
Are you serious right now?You’re turning me down?Her eyes are wide and unbelieving.
I can try to defuse the situation, but there’s no sugar-coating the truth here.
I just don’t do commitment.I told you that.
She yanks her clothing on with angry huffs of breath.When she’s dressed, she flings open the bedroom door, then turns back.
You are so going to regret this, Vik.
Her words sound ominous, but if she only knew how many times I’ve heard that before.
She shuts my door with violence.Her stomping footsteps recede, but a few minutes later the front door slams so loudly that I can hear it even two floors away.
I pull on a T-shirt and socks.The nausea returns, and I go straight into the bathroom next to my room to vomit.I flush the toilet, then rise and grip the sides of the pedestal sink.I stare into the mirror.There’s sweat on my forehead, and my eyes are bloodshot.My sixteen-year-old self looks back, scared and uncomprehending.
I shake my head, splash cold water on my face, and brush my teeth.
No chance of getting back to sleep now.I go down to the kitchen.
Joe Greco is sitting at the table, drinking a protein shake and scrolling his phone.He smirks at me.You’re not satisfying your women if they leave like that.
I had my doubts about Grecs moving in this year.He’s a good player but kind of a fuckboy, and not that bright.
Please don’t let any women in to see me without checking with me first,I tell him.
He shoots me an incredulous look.Sorry.I thought I was doing you a favour.She was a smoke show.Did you have someone else up there?
