No, this isn't right

Amazing even yourself, you shake your head and clamber to your feet. "Jessica... What the fuck..? I'm not gonna thank you for slapping me over nothing." you say, rubbing your cheek. The air is electric as you wonder what came over you.

She only shrugs. "Whatever. I thought you'd be some fun. Guess I was wrong." She kicks open the door and waves at you dismissively. "I'm sure you'll crawl right on back the next time you run into that neanderthal of yours. Or when he runs into you... Later!" And then the door clatters shut behind her, leaving you in stunned silence.

Stunned silence is the way of things for the rest of the day, as you mull over your feelings. Your instant attraction to the rusty-haired creature whom you projected all your hopes and insecurities onto, only to be cast aside by her when you saw her as just another bully. Brad's teasing weighs on your mind as usual, and you wish you wanted to be more like him, someone who would stand up for himself straight away. Despite keeping out of the worst of the mocking and teasing and poorly-veiled threats for the rest of the day, your worst tormentor is yourself.

Failure. Failure. Failure.

That night as you sleep, your mind insists on replaying the day's events.

You watch as Jessica stands up to Brad in quiet indifference, until he turns away in annoyance. Only this time he doesn't. He grabs her by the shoulder and shoves her through the bathroom door and you follow after. Except you don't follow. In the dream you're already in there.

You're in Jessica's place! You feel like you're floating on a cloud as Brad pushes you against a wall, urges you down to your knees and finally reveals that heavenly heartbreaking hog you always knew he hid down there. It easily slides past your lips as he caresses your silky smooth hair. The jock fucks your throat slow and soft and you moan against him in turn, urging him faster and faster, using you as he-

You suddenly awaken, your quivering little dick spurting wave after wave onto your hairless belly. Even when you manage to wipe up, you can't help but feel violated, confused by your own body yet with a feeling like an itch you cannot scratch...