Page 5 of His Temptation

Lindsey took me behind the barn, away from everyone, and shoved me against the wall.

“We shouldn’t—”

Her mouth crushed mine again. Wet and sloppy. She smelled like beer and something fruity.

I felt sick to my stomach, both from nerves and fear. I jacked off like crazy to porn, but when it came down to actually having sex with a girl, I made up excuses and bailed. I felt broken. Confused.

So, I kissed her back. It was empty and derived from my need to prove myself. I hated the way her lips felt against mine.

Lindsey then dropped to her knees in front of me, brushing her blonde hair from her face before unzipping my pants. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my throat felt so tight it was hard to breathe. She tugged down my jeans a little, taking my boxers with them. Even though I felt sick with nerves, my body reacted to her. My dick hardened as she gripped my base, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Cas?”

I opened my eyes to see her holding a hand over her mouth. As she hunched forward, I jumped out of the way. Lindsey puked on the grass, violently, and I grabbed her hair to hold it back. With my other hand, I tucked my dick back into my pants. I shouldn’t have felt so relieved, but I did. Which only added to my confusion.

I was the only guy I knew who’d be so happy to have a blowjob interrupted.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this,” Lindsey said, her hand shaking as she wiped at her mouth.

“I won’t.”

Truth be told, I probably would’ve embarrassed myself if she hadn’t puked. Either by running away or by coming way too quick because no one else had ever touched me before.

I made sure Lindsey found her friends before finding a spot near the fire and sitting. Faith shyly approached and asked if she could sit beside me.

“Of course. Pretty sure you’re the only other sober one here.”

“True,” she laughed and messed with her braid. “Was that your girlfriend?”

“No. Just a girl I know from school.”

As we talked, I found out Faith had also graduated recently and planned to go to college for graphic design. Her artsy interests explained the paint-splotched Converse. Never once did she make me feel uncomfortable like Lindsey did. She was definitely crushing on me, but she seemed interested in actually getting to know me instead of just making out and fucking in the barn or something.

“Is that your friend?” Faith asked, nodding to something behind me.

I turned to see Ryan stumbling around, and I sighed. “Yep. It was nice meeting you, Faith. I should go check on him.”

“It was nice meeting you too.”

I stood and approached Ryan. He had a red cup in his hand, and when he moved, the contents sloshed over the rim. I’d seen him drunk enough times to know he was fucking wasted.

“You okay?” I asked after he tripped over his own two feet and landed in the grass.

With his cheeks flushed and his eyes glassy, he grinned up at me and grabbed my shirt to pull me down with him. “I love you, Cas,” he mumbled, rubbing his cheek to mine. “You’re the best friend ever.”

“Love you too, buddy,” I said, gently pushing him away. “Come on, I think I need to take you home.”

“No!” Ryan flipped over and got on his knees before pushing himself to his feet. “Having too much fun.”

I followed him as he approached a group of girls. Ryan was a good-looking guy, and so the girls didn’t let his dumbass behavior while drunk stop them from returning his flirtation. I suspected many of them were drunk or close to it too.

Ryan set his sights on the hottest girl in the group and went in for the kill. They spoke softly in each other’s ears before Ryan draped his arm across her shoulders and winked at me. I shook my head as they left the vicinity of the fire and disappeared into the barn not far from us.

With how drunk he was, I doubted he’d be able to do much else than lie there. Not that I wanted to think about my best friend having sex.

A while later, Ryan returned with a goofy grin on his face and his pants unzipped. The girl didn’t look that satisfied, and I coughed to cover my laugh.

“Okay. Can we go now?” I asked.