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Chapter 34 by OppositeOfMiddle OppositeOfMiddle

Were they on their best behavior?

Nightmare before Christmas

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I shouldn’t have answered the door. I should’ve left them buried in the snow. After how they acted earlier, they didn’t deserve our hospitality, but we weren’t animals, we let them in.

The frat boys were friendly enough. Almost too enthusiastic in their thanks for letting them in. The clumped snow on their jackets splattered to the floor in wet explosions as they shook my hand. “Thanks so much bro!” They didn’t apologize for how they had acted earlier. Maybe they realized it would’ve made things uncomfortable to bring it up.

We didn’t have extra bedding so they had to use their coats as pillows and blankets. Their bodies on the floor surrounded the single king-sized bed. Our sexy weekend had come to an end. Monica kissed me softly goodnight and turned away to fall asleep.

Snow pelted the roof. Snores filled the room.

I woke groggily: dry mouth and a pounding head. And I had to piss.

Squeak the bed, tiptoe over the mounds of bodies, quietly shut the bathroom door. Piss with the light off. Aim for the side of the bowl. Don’t flush. If it’s yellow, let it mellow. Open the door.

It opened out a crack then stopped. Something was in the way. I pushed harder; it didn’t budge. I grumbled, “What the fuck?”

I rammed my shoulder against the door, grunting.

“Quiet!” A whispered voice commanded. A face filled the open crack of the door.

“Help me out. Something blocking the door.”

“I know,” the voice whispered. “I put it there.”

“Then fucking move it,” the hangover was already creeping into my brain. I didn’t have the patience for this.

“Shut up!” The voice commanded again. “I’ll let you out in the morning when we’re done with your girl.”

“What the fuck?”

“Keep it down! Don’t scream! If you try to bust out of there, it’s going to be very rough for your girl, but if you just sit back and relax she’ll have an exhilarating time with us. You saw the way she showed herself off. She wants this. Let her have what she wants.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I growled.

He smiled, “That’s the kind of talk that will get your girlfriend punched in the face and **** in the ass. Is that what you want?”

I had let a horny young psychopath into our cabin, and had gotten myself stuck in the fucking bathroom. Now the four frat boys were going to gangbang my girlfriend, while I could only watch.

What did I do?

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