Page 63 of Butterfly Effect


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I press her head further down and the alcohol in my bloodstream is making me mad. Aly chokes a little, coughing for air. I tell her I am close, so she doesn’t push back. When I ignore the bad voices telling me I am unworthy of her, I concentrate on her and fill her mouth full of cum.

Aly pulls off angry, and I thinkgood, be angry. We shouldn’t have even been together in the first place. But I would never say those words out loud. Because I need her too much to admit the truth.

“See not so bad when you get on your knees like a good girl.” Aly pulls off of me, her eyes trying to understand me, but I don’t understand me either. I pet her face like she is some other girl, not the woman I claim to love.

Aly presses her hands on my thighs and gets right in my face before rearing back and spitting my orgasm in my face.

“What the fuck was that?” A spot of cum is dripping from her mouth and I reach up and wipe it away with a laugh.

I stare down at my limp dick; her lipstick rims the base of my cock, like a beauty mark turned tattoo. I hope it stays forever.

“Sorry.” I lift a shoulder and drop it with the one word, knowing it isn’t enough of an explanation. But I am in no place to make things right.

Aly must see some sort of torment on my face, as she sighs and reaches for the bottom of my shirt and wipes off the evidence, she sucked me dry. I don’t care how it looks. I don’t say a word. I just feel fucked up and sad.

We don’t say much as she helps me put myself away and fixes her smeared lipstick. I button up my jeans and wait for her to hate me, but it’s even worse to find her reaching for my hand, trying to comfort my pathetic cruelty.

“Hey, are you okay?” Aly stops me and tries to smooth things over, but I am not at the point of accepting responsibility for my actions yet.

“Yeah, of course. I forgot its garbage day tomorrow; a need to take the dumpster to the curb.” It’s a good lie.

“Lad, I took it out already after school. Why are you deflecting?” Not good enough, apparently, because she sees right through it.

“I’m not deflecting, everything is good.” I even put up my hands and pretend it’s true.

“Oh Aladden, where are you? I need my beer pong champion.” Rush meets us at the garage door.

“Coming! Let’s head back to the party.” Dragging Alyeska back inside away from the scene behind us.

“I’ve got to call it a night. I have a few more pages to write on my paper for one of my classes. But I’ll come and check on the party in an hour or so, if I finish.” Aly steps away from me and passes me off to Rush and he accepts the hand off.

“You sure? You want me to send everyone home and I can help you?” Oh cool, so the guilt has finally kicked in and my image as asshole is reinstated.

“It’s your birthday, go be the center of attention before I steal your attention and keep you all to myself for the rest of the night.” Giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Awe, I am jealous of the sappy love shit.” Rush clutches his heart.

“We need to find Rush someone to love.” I pout my lips at Aly until she laughs.

“As long as it isn’t Angie. Listen, she is hot, has a fuckable face, I get it Rush, the lights are on, but no one is home.” Aly lays down the truth and Rush acts shocked all of two seconds before nodding.

“Agreed.” Rush pulls me away.

“Love you.” I mean it, I promise I do.

“I know.” Aly winks at me before saying her response. “I love you more, Lad.”

“Not even close to being possible, Alyeska.” I shake my head.

“Probably can’t fathom it because of all the chlorine you’ve been swallowing all these years.” Alyeska back to do duel it out again.

“Speaking of swallowing...” Raising my eyebrows at her.

“Have fun getting your ass kicked at beer pong, honey.” She flips me off and heads toward the basement.

“Where would I be without my number one supporter?” Walking with Rush to the beer pong table.

“Cocky, and lacking modesty, probably.” My girlfriend makes sure I hear her last words before disappearing downstairs.

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