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Ashland, Sophomore Year

Going to the Weekender at the lake sounded like fun when Cole invited us. There’s a massive bonfire on the beach while kegs sit in a half circle further down the shore next to two beer pong tables. Some people have smaller boats docked, and there are even kayaks and canoes out on the water. People are everywhere. The students of Cassium University love a good party; me included.

I spot Cole and wave. He grins as we walk up. “You came."

We met Cole last year at a party. He was a sophomore who had the hookup for alcohol before we were able to worm our way around to get it ourselves. He always ended up hanging around, following us on our adventures. I didn’t really care for him at first and figured he had eyes for my best friend, Penny. Then he started bringing us coffee and food and won a spot among us. Since he’s a junior now, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but he stuck around.

While it turns out that he’s into me, the feeling isn't mutual. We’ve kissed when I was drunk a few times, but that’s it. Is it leading him on? Absolutely, but I’ve never claimed I’m a saint.

“I figured we could grace you with our presence.” I flip my hair.

“Gah damn.” Penny stares at a group of guys who look like they’re straight out of a Magic Mike’s Vegas show. I eye them, giving them the once over.

I shake my head and lick my lips. “No joke."

Cole rolls his eyes and shoves a drink in my hand. “Here. Jungle Juice.”

“Oh, hell yes.” Penny grabs it from me and downs it.

Cole shoves his hands in the pockets of his swim trunks and smirks. He’s cute. He always has been. Even though he’s wearing glasses, I can see the glint in his light brown eyes. They almost glow in the firelight. Penny was right about why he invited us here; he wants to fuck.

“We’re gonna go take a look around,” I lie, dragging Penny away. “See you?”

Cole bites his lip and stares directly at my tits in my black bikini top. “Definitely.”

As I drag Penny away she snickers. “Told you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you win. Alright?”

She loops her arm through mine after we quickly grab drinks and retreat to the edge of the party to survey the commotion. “This is a hell of a party.”

“No joke. I feel out of my element.”

“Spare me, Ash. You literally are the party.”

“I think you mean the Cunts are the party.”

Penny tosses her copper hair. “You’re right.”

“To the Cunts of the Century?” I hold out my solo cup, and she clicks hers against mine.

She laughs. “To the Cunts of the Century!”

I run to the beer pong table. Penny already knows the drill. Since we’re females, we get to be next in line. Two massive guys, who look like they belong to a rich frat, eye us as if they’re going against mice. They’re both lean and muscular with delicious tans. One of them has a goofy grin that disarms you. He isn’t threatening, but sneaky. His hazel eyes and honey brown hair are a trap. That’s the kind of guy who keeps extra toiletries in his bathroom for his one night stands to use before he gets them to leave. A ‘nice guy’ with loads of charisma.

He leans onto the table, sinking it further into the sand, and gives us an elusive smile. Everything about him is sly like a fox. His eyes roll over us. “Welcome, ladies.”

The other guy stands there looking like the statue of an arrogant asshole. He has hard angry charcoal eyes that hide some sort of color underneath, but I can’t see it because there's rage that seems to simmer under the pupils. He wears a Cassium University hat, backwards, and sandy blonde hair glowing gold in the firelight peeks out of the sides in a way that makes me irritatingly attracted to him. Assholes tend to be my heroin. He’s tall and muscular in a school spirit shirt. With narrowed eyes, he looks at me like I’m a meal, and not the sexy kind. It’s like a shark looking at a seal. They put off the energy that they’re superior, but what they don’t realize is that Penny and I are skilled at beer pong. We’ve never lost a game that wasn’t on purpose.

Women are flocked around them, hanging off of their arms. These assholes are used to girls using pong as an excuse to get naked, and they are sorely mistaken if they think that’s what we're here for. We’re actual competitors. Destroying them will be a fucking pleasure.

“Hi there. We just wanted to try our hand at pong,” Penny says in her sugary sweet voice. She is so good at playing innocent. Underneath that shy smile is a panther with her claws ready to slice the competition. We both play a role, and we’re fucking great at it.

“Best of three?” Fox raises an eyebrow in challenge.

I give him a sorority smile. “Perfect."

“Alright. Ladies first." He rolls the balls across the table.

Penny wets hers in her cup, and she tosses it, feigning a pose like this is her first time. The ball rolls around the rim and slips out, bouncing into the sand. She pouts and steps back. We should be fucking actresses.

I toss the ball, making it into a cup.

“Beginner’s luck.” Fox winks, drinking his and pulling off his shirt. The girls practically faint at the sight of his abs. He grabs the ball and does a throw as if he’s Michael Jordan. Before it sinks into the cup, I snatch it out of the air.

“What the fuck?” His question is confused, gentle, and unaware that something is off.

Penny and I squeal excitedly. What luck we’re having tonight. The Cunts of the Century strike again.

Golden Boy tosses the ball lazily and makes it. I drink the cup quickly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Cole comes up to the table with a smirk accompanied by a red solo cup. “So you two convinced them to play?”

“They were begging for it,” Fox snorts.

“Oh, no. The question was for them,” Cole snickers.

The ball sails through the air smacking into the beer across the table. Fox stares at it in disbelief. Before he can even grab it, I make a toss, and my ball lands in the cup next to it.

I yawn. “They were begging for it.”

Golden Boy pushes the girls that have been hanging around him away, and they roll the balls back to us. Penny makes a trick shot, just to rub it in their face. It’s over before it even began. Fox snaps his fingers, amusement in his eyes, and some guys come over and refill the cups. More people have crowded around to attend their funeral.

“We took it easy on you,” Golden Boy finally says.

I tilt my head. “Oh, the caveman speaks? I didn’t know it was possible. I figured he was Frankenstein, and you were his creation."

He mumbles something under his breath. The irritation vibrates off of him. I let it simmer as the two get their game faces on. They sort of look like gorillas in Planet of the Apes getting ready for war, and it makes me laugh.

“We should give this one to them,” Penny says to me under her breath.

I sigh. “You’re right. It’s no fun if it’s too easy."

The way the two focus, sticking their tongues into the corners of their mouths in concentration, is adorable. If beer pong was won by effort, they would take home the trophy, but it isn’t. Penny and I cheers every drink, only doing enough to make it look like we had a lucky game the first time round. They bump chests after they make the last cup. I feel fucking good. Penny and I are great at holding our booze.

She gives them that sweet restrained smile. “So, final game, huh?”

“You can still back out now. We’ll call it a tie,” Fox offers.

“Fuck no,” Golden Boy growls, glaring at me like he has a personal vendetta.

“Why don’t we make this really interesting,” I say.

Golden Boy takes a deep frustrated breath through his nose. “How so?”

“Liquor?” I suggest.

He crosses his arms, looking down at me. “You won’t make it through the game."

“I guess that’s a risk I’ll have to take.”

We opt for vodka. Light and basically water without the water. They let us throw first, and tie breakers are where we shine. Penny makes a cup, but Golden Boy catches the one I throw. They’re here to win, and we’ll play dirty. Penny leans down onto the table, her boobs spilling over the top of her bikini. Fox tries to use them as a backboard, but Penny catches the ball instead.

Golden Boy grits his teeth and gives Fox an angry look before glaring at me like his entire existence is just to spite me. I don’t even look away from his stare as I catch the ball just before it goes into the cup. I tilt my head and give him a smile, throwing it back. The swish of it landing is music to my ears. He grabs it and drinks, not even flinching at the burn.

Penny lets out a moan the next time Fox plays. Instead of getting angry like Golden Boy, Fox starts to rise to the occasion. He puts on a show. With a bottle of water in hand, he pours it over the top of his head causing his muscles to glisten in the firelight. He puts up two fingers and sticks his tongue between them, wiggling it in our direction. It doesn’t work.

The next time Golden Boy takes his turn, I dip my finger into my jungle juice and stick it into my mouth all the way to the knuckle. His eyes drop to my lips as I wrap my tongue around my finger, sucking off the sweet liquor. He tries to focus but misses the cup and turns fuchsia. He chews on the inside of his cheek with a deep breath, and I can tell he wants to readjust his dick while simultaneously punching me in the face. Golden Boy can pretend none of this is getting to him, but his dick has a different idea, and I speak that language.

There are a few more mildly frustrating back and forths. Cole saunters up behind me and leans over my shoulder, breathing into the crook of my neck. I’m man enough to admit that I’m pretty drunk, and Cole is starting to look pretty fucking appealing because the longer this game goes on the hornier I'm getting. He would be a decent filler body. I back my ass into his crotch and feel him start to get hard.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “That answers my question,” he chuckles.

“What question?”

“Drink,” he commands, putting a bottle of water to my lips. I chug it, water pouring down the sides of my mouth and down my neck over my chest.

I look at him over my shoulder. “Are you trying to sober me up?”

“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t die from dehydration before you win this game,” he reasons.

I catch Golden Boy glaring at Cole over my shoulder so I pull him even closer.

I grab his hands and wrap them around my hips. “Hold me still.” I give him a wicked grin before bending over.

A small groan escapes him while I make eye contact with Golden Boy. His hands grip the edge of the table with pure white knuckles. Is he…jealous? It’s certainly the vibe I’m getting. I throw the ball, making another cup. Only three left.

“Ashland,” Cole groans. “Do we even need to finish the game at this point?” His breath is hot and needy on the shell of my ear.

Golden Boy watches, almost like he’s trying to read Cole’s lips. The man to his right leans in, and Golden Boy says something, pointing into the crowd. The guy seems a little surprised, storming off. Golden Boy looks over at their groupies and snags one, dragging her to the table. He has her blow on the pong ball, but I don’t even watch. I keep myself wrapped up in Cole.

I see what’s happening here. For whatever reason, Golden Boy is reacting. It always feels nice to be the one causing shit. He’s doing this because he’s weirdly jealous, and he unknowingly handed me power. When he makes the cup, Cole picks it up and feeds it to me. I grab the ball with two of my fingers and suck the liquor off, which enrages Golden Boy further.

The crash is sudden. Two boys fly through the crowd straight into the pong table. No one wins. I recognize one as the guy Golden Boy had spoken to. This was planned. In the commotion, I’m split from Cole and Penny. Someone grabs me, securing a large hand around my mouth, and drags me back through the crowd into the surrounding woods. I see the fight through the tree trunks and leaves clearly. Cole is trying to pry one guy off of the other while people jump in to help. The scent of cedarwood and pepper overcomes me.

I shove away from my captor, who I know in my bones is the angry little Golden Boy, and turn abruptly. I open my mouth to say something snarky, but the way he's looking at me is like a shock to my system. This guy looks like a fuming bull with wildfire eyes. He’s even huffing like one with his nostrils flaring.

I finally tilt my head and cross my arms. “I don’t know you. Can I help you?”

“Cut the shit. You two fucking duped us. You knew you looked so stupid and innocent and used it against us. You knew you would win.”

So he’s angry. This guy does not know how to lose. “Not my problem that you suck.”

“Who brought you here?”

“A friend." I give him a smirk. “I don’t expect you to know what one is.”

“The guy who was rubbing his dick all over you?” If it’s at all possible, Golden Boy's level of rage increases. “Sure doesn’t look like a friend .”

“I’m sorry. Is there a problem?” I must have slept with this guy before.

He advances on me forcing me to step backward, right into a tree. “You came to my pong table.”

I laugh, high and shrill. “Ohhh, I see. You’re mad because we whooped your ass. I didn’t realize your ego was that fragile.”

“You are such a dirty fucking slut,” he growls in my face.

I can feel the wetness in my swimsuit bottoms, and I fucking hate it. I know there's something wrong with me. That’s what a life of being treated like shit does to you. You learn to fucking love it. It’s the only thing that can get you off. Degradation, Sadism, Masochism, Humiliation. They all stem from the same thing with me, and I was trained well. I try to fight it, tell myself that I don’t have to like this anymore, and no part of me will listen. Not even my mind.

“It’s not my fault that I love dick.”

“You have a foul mouth.”

“Filthy,” I correct him.

“Women with self-respect don't talk like that.”

“Good thing I don't have any.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Thank you. At least I’m not a missionary egotistical asshole with an unhealthy relationship with being competitive.”

“Watch it,” he growls in warning.

“Did mommy tell you that you’re perfect?” I laugh. “That you hang the fucking moon?”

Whack! The sting across my cheek is harsh. What the fuck? My knees almost give out from the slap because it has made me so hot. I can’t think straight.

If he didn’t look confused before, he looks confused as fuck now. “Did you just…moan?”

Shit. I did. Dammit. Stupid, stupid, stupid. It would be nice if I could, at some point, get some modicum of self-control.

“I...Fuck. I didn’t mean to hit you. I swear." He seems surprised at himself, blinking at me. “You keep running your fucking mouth. I just—”

“Again.”

Golden Boy is staring at his palm when he looks back at me and swallows. “What?”

“Hit me again.”

“You’re fucking psychotic." He starts to back away with disgust.

“What? Too much of a bitch?” I challenge him.

Something in him changes. He tilts his head to the side and studies me. His fingers come up to my cheek and dance along my cheekbone where a handprint has probably bloomed. “You want me to hit you again?”

I nod. “Please.”

This guy has control issues and anger issues. My heroine. I see he isn’t going to do it, so I decide to push the envelope. I’m too curious and horny to leave just yet. Worst case, I tease Cole a little bit and see where that goes.

He curls his lip, looking at me like I’m trash. “Filthy bitch. Shut your mouth before I do it for you.”

He’s fighting with some semblance of morality. I’m comfortable with who I am, but this guy? He’s torn between his perfect image or desire. Desire always wins.

“Are you man enough to do it, Golden Boy? Or are you ashamed of yourself?”

Whack!

His hand lightly rubs circles on my cheek. “I told you to shut your fucking mouth.”

“Shouldn’t you get back to your groupies and leave me the fuck alone?”

He bites the inside of his cheek as his eyes watch my mouth like he’s trying to make a decision. He grabs my chin in a punishing grip between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look at him. “You’re soaking wet already, aren’t you? I'll bet you’re ready to be fucked.”

Desire wins. I squeeze my thighs together, but he reaches down and shoves them apart, scraping my back up the tree trunk. His fingers yank the loops of my jean shorts down around my ankles, and he lifts me out of them, shoving me back into the bark.

“Hey.” I glare at him. “I’m here with—” His hand swipes through my slit, and it’s way too slick. My pussy has betrayed me.

“With who? That desperate accounting major?” Golden Boy forces me to look through the trees where Cole stands with his phone to his ear while mine buzzes in my swimsuit top. He pulls it out and holds it up. I see Cole’s contact on the screen. Shit.

“Answer,” he demands. I shake my head back and forth trying to refuse. His thumb presses the green phone, and the call from Hell has begun.

“Ash?” Cole's voice, full of concern, is way too loud coming from the speaker.

Golden Boy’s breath tickles my ear. “Talk, or I stop.” He slides his finger back between my folds, making a sweat break out across my skin.

I gulp down air. “Hey.”

“Where the hell did you go?” Cole walks over to the tree line thirty feet away from us with his back to where we are in the woods.

“Uh, there was a fight.” I manage to say calmly as Golden Boy slips a finger inside of me.

Cole chuckles. “Uh, yeah. There was. You must have run fast. Usually you’re the first one to jump in. So where are you? Pen said you’re supposed to go home with me. We need to leave now if we want to get back to campus by the morning.”

Golden Boy’s movements stop, and he gives me an angry questioning look. With one shake of the head I know I will not be leaving right now.

“I have no way home,” I whisper angrily at him.

Cole scratches his head and faces the woods. It’s dark, really really dark. I pray he can’t see us. “What was that?”

“I’ll take you,” Golden Boy says simply.

“No.”

“Oh, okay,” Cole says with disappointment.

“Um, I meant that I…I…I…” Golden Boy sticks another digit inside of me and pushes in to his knuckle, wiggling his fingers and making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Are you sure? You’re being weird,” Cole says.

Golden Boy's fingers slide out, and he shoves them into my mouth. “Suck,” he commands.

I bite down, and he sucks in a breath before shoving them down my throat. I retch, choking.

“Oh shit, Ash, are you sick? I’ve held your hair before." He stops two girls walking by. “Have you seen a girl with bright teal hair puking?” They shake their heads no.

“No. No, I’m not.” I huff a laugh. “I’m fine. I just am…the…I’m going to…I can’t find Penny. Can you?”

Meanwhile, Golden Boy has pulled his dick out and is coating it in my juices. He shoves himself in without warning, and I moan so loud that he squeezes my neck until I can’t breathe.

There’s a sick challenge in his coal eyes. “Shh. Wouldn’t want your boyfriend to hear you.”

“Yo.” Cole puts his hand up to his eyes like a visor. “I think there are some people fucking in the woods right here.”

“I ha-have to go,” I choke out.

“Uh, yeah. Alright. I’ll find her and wait at the car.”

I don’t even say goodbye. I press the end call and drop the phone to the ground. My head is thrust back, my hair catching in the bark. This will be a fucking mess later. My back is going to be torn to shreds, but right now it feels so fucking good. Golden Boy takes my pierced nipple into his mouth, and the jewelry clacks against his teeth when he bites. I hold my hand over my mouth trying to stifle my pained moans.

There’s a popping sound when he releases it, and he viciously sucks the side of my breast. He repeats it over and over trailing up my chest to my neck, leaving behind proof that he was there. The way he sucks and nibbles at my skin feels so fucking good.

“You’re such a slut, cheating on your boyfriend. Looks like a vanilla bitch if I’ve ever met one.”

“What do you fucking care?” I stammer. I could never date Cole. Ever. This guy is right. Cole has always had the aura of a guy who is too vanilla for his own good. That's why I've never slept with him.

Golden Boy's hungry gaze locks onto me like I'm a trapped deer. “Do you soak his dick the same way you’re soaking mine? Does he know how you like it?” He clasps his hand around my throat again. “With the way you feel around me, I doubt it. No wonder you didn't tell me no.”

I feel the throb in my pussy. My heart beats in my brain, and my face is hot from the lack of oxygen. My thoughts are silent. The only thing I’m thinking about is coming. I want it so fucking bad that if Golden Boy told me to beg, I would grovel. I would do anything. He lets go, humid air rushing into my lungs. I was only seconds away from coming, and he knew that. He pulls out and pushes back in at a mild tempo, as if this is secondary to whatever he's actually doing.

He pushes in to the hilt, and I shake. “Well? Does he?”

“Do you really want to talk about him?”

He doesn’t answer, just slams into me. The smacking sound is disgusting, and it feels so fucking good. Sweat drips down his face. He bites into the crease where my neck meets my shoulder. The orgasm slams into me violently. He presses his palm over my mouth with bright wicked eyes.

It’s only then that I realize he didn’t wear a condom, but it’s too fucking late. He watches me, soaking up every bit of my orgasm for himself as if it’s his. Those greedy eyes close as he pumps once, twice, three times, and he’s inside of me. Fuck. I’m already yanking my shorts back on the moment he pulls out. He looks fucking astonished. Finishing inside of a bitch will do that to you.

He grabs my hair and yanks me back. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“My ride home.” I roll my eyes, shoving him. “Put your dick back in your pants, Golden Boy, before the shame rolls in.”

With a flip of my hair I jog across the lake and through the woods to the parking lot. Cole is waiting with a face full of worry, holding Penny’s hair as she heaves. It’s gonna be a long drive back. I run over and rub her back until she’s done.

“Shit. My phone is dead. Ash, give me yours,” Cole says.

I give him a sheepish smile. “I lost it."

My phone is in the woods. Left with that guy that just railed me. I don’t even know where that was. Not exactly. There's no way I’m going back there. Fuck the phone. Nature can have it.