Drunk

The concrete interior of Building 22 warped in his vision, the walls’ dimensions impossibly shifting as soon as the focus of his gaze left them. The floor seemed to writhe like a serpent, wobbles appearing beneath his feet where the world had been flat and threatening to send William spiraling into an unknowable abyss. His limbs felt invisible sensations, as if they were being caressed, and sometimes outright refused to obey his commands.

“Mark, I think I might have drunk too much at the party.”

“Yeah, no shit. Be quiet, its two in the morning.”

His friend was practically carrying him over the shoulder like he was a bag of fertilizer as they trudged up the final set of stairs to William’s dorm.

As they reached the door, it flung open to reveal an incredibly disheveled Nicola. Her usually perfect hair frizzled in a thousand directions, catching the room’s yellow light so they appeared like small strays of lightning. A pink robe wrapped around her body, tauntingly accentuating every perfect curve. Haggard eyes filled with concern for her young roommate widened when they saw the tall figure beside him.

“Nicola – Nicola, this is – this is… Mark!” William slurred, his tongue fighting a losing battle to stay off the floor of his mouth.

Nicola and Mark found themselves staring at each other in graceless recognition, then averting their eyes off one another as if each of them was a sun too bright to look at.

“William, lets you get you to bed little guy.” Nicola grabbed her roommate by the arm and led him to his room, casting a warning look to Mark as she closed the door behind her and left Mark standing awkwardly in the apartment’s living room.

Ten minutes later, Nicola exited the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her.

“He’s asleep. I’ll check on him in a little while.”

“Listen, I’m sorry we drank so much I know you told me not to, but you know… I didn’t realize you are his roommate so I-”

She cut him short.

“What? I didn’t care that you were drinking, I just wanted to fuck you and needed an excuse.”

“Oh.”

“Thanks for bringing him back though, I was getting worried about him.” Her tone carried genuine care, it reminded Mark of how his mother would fret every time he had a sleepover when he was a kid.

“Did you know I knew him?”

“Had no idea, you were just another hot slab of muscle, and I was horny.”

“No offense but that feels…” he searched for the right word, “kind of degrading?”

She snorted, the corners of her mouth folding like creases of paper as she smiled amusedly. “Come on, I could still smell the last girl on you when you were pinning me against that tree.”

He didn’t bother denying it.

“Well, just for the record, you didn’t need an excuse to drag me into the woods.”

“Thanks for bringing him back, you’re a good friend, Mark.” She stepped towards him, relishing his gasp as her hand drifted onto his covered crotch, softly squeezing him as he became hard like concrete under her soft touch. “Would you like a reward?”

His breath had escaped his throat like a gust of wind had spirited it away from him, leaving him speechless as Nicola slowly dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants, then delicately nuzzled his now erect cock against her nose.

“You ever tell William about any of this, and I’ll make you wish you were never born.”

While she spoke, precum leaked onto her forehead as his cock twitched like a motor with excitement. He would have laughed at the absurdity of someone with his dick resting snuggly on their face giving him orders, but the stern gaze of Nicola emanating from the pair of emerald eyes seemed to pierce him like a blade through his entire body; Mark nodded and gulped.

Satisfied with his response, Nicola unceremoniously shoved the awaiting cock back into her mouth, moaning happily as she greedily sucked his dick like it was a lollipop. Mark groaned, his entire body trembling like a leaf in the wind as the only thing he could seem to register was Nicola’s velvet throat engulfing him in a wet heat. Her eyes never left his, her green pupils glinting with joy as she watched her prey slowly succumb to her control. Her cute tongue flicked at his head, swirling around carelessly as every playful caress by the curious organ brought forth another moan.

Frothy saliva dripped down Nicola’s chin in a stream of white liquid whilst she determinedly pulled herself backwards and forwards across Mark, the thick substance disappearing between her breasts, which now threatened to escape from the thick, pink bathrobe. Following his gaze to her tits, Nicola smiled with his cock still in her mouth and untied the belt holding the bathrobe, leaving her naked as she continued to minister to him on her knees.

Slowly, Nicola pulled herself onto him such that her nose touched his groin and his length met with the back of her throat. Mark wanted to cry as he experienced a pleasure like no other, fully encased within her mouth. He tried to bring his hands onto her head but flinched away when he felt Nicola scrape him lightly with her teeth. The message was clear; she was in charge.

He could feel himself beginning to enlarge inside her, and with a final grunt he tipped over the edge. Initially, Nicola’s eyes lit up with surprise at the sudden discharge, but wrinkled happily as she began to swallow every once of the salty liquid.

She relinquished his still gushing cock from her mouth, semen forming liquid webs within her gasping mouth as still more rained down on her like water from a hose. Laughing softly, Nicola slowly stroked his slick member with her two hands, wringing the last of the product of her hard work onto the bridge of her nose.

He gazed down at her, his cum lining her face like frosting on a cake, and a single thought wrenched his entire body into a state of disgusted paralysis.

William.

Wave after wave of acidic guilt began to break shore against his brain, letting him drown in sorrow as he realized his betrayal. He could feel his stomach preparing itself to be emptied, the organ grinding in on itself in abject terror at what he had done. His breath shortened as his lungs began to stifle in panic and his vision blurred as if a layer of film had been applied to it.

William would never hurt him like he had just hurt his best friend.

William desired this woman, this one woman in a world where Mark could have any girl he wanted, and he was so selfish that he couldn’t even sacrifice that for him.

Seeing the growing horror on Mark’s face, the emotion disfiguring his features like fingers pressing into soft clay, Nicola spoke up to ask him what was wrong, but he was already running out the door and into the night.