Old Habits (Natalie PoV)

I was vaguely aware I was drunk. That was probably a bad thing, but I didn’t care. I dominated beer pong, shoving it in Lucas’ and Lisa’s faces. A few more shots followed. Another round of beer pong. More shots. More games. Dancing. I remembered the dancing too. Remembered how amazing dancing was. Just… letting loose and let the music take hold.

Somewhere along the way, night fell. Neither Tommy or I were in any state to drive, so I tossed a few more drinks down.

Fuck it.

If things were going to be shit, I might as well get shit-faced and enjoy something. That was about the time I hit my limit. There were too many good looking guys walking around and I was horny as fuck. Grabbing Tommy, I pulled him back to the bedroom kissing and pawing as we went.

Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones with the idea. I was a bit pissed to find another couple fucking in bed while another were going at in on the floor. Marching—stumbling more like—over to the ones on the bed, I demanded them to fuck off. They were lucky to be here at all. I tolerated a lot of shit today, but by fucking god, I was not going to let these asshole freeloaders fuck on a bed I was paying for.

Bed free, I pulled Tommy over and proceeded to get his clothes off. Mine too. Something bugged me, but I brushed it aside. All I needed was that wonderful cock in me. I didn’t care there were other people in the room. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time I’d had an audience. Besides, they were busy with their own shit and I had a burning need that demanded satisfaction.

And with Tommy inside me, all was right with the world. It was so fucking hot, bucking my hips against him demanding he fuck me while I listened to the moans and grunts of the others in the room. He seemed to be enjoying himself too. He was certainly more vigorous than usual. He had me panting and moaning as he leaned forward. Grunting my name, he came as a pang of disappointment shot through me. Reaching up, my hands ran over his face as I smiled. I tried to say, ‘I love you’ but it was a slurred mess.

“Happy anniversary,” he said before kissing my forehead.

I took a deep breath, relaxing so he could pull out. Tommy managed to scratch that itch inside me enough that it had settled down. I felt damn good. The world spun a bit from the booze and my head was in the clouds, but the **** and cock had done a great job of wiping away the anger at the situation.

Looking over, Tommy was talking to one of his roommates. I grinned happily as I saw him at half-mast. Maybe we could have a second round—

There was a brief moment of confusion as Tommy stepped aside. My eyes followed him. He gave me a smile and I relaxed slightly. The confusion was back as I felt something press against me. Enter me.

My eyes shifted to the man between my legs. The roommate. He looked like he was in heaven, groaning as he pushed deeper into me. My body began to sway as he rocked his hips against me. What was happening? Was he fucking me? I lifted my head and watched this unfamiliar cock move in and out.

I found Tommy again. He was still smiling. “Tommy?” I croaked. My drunken mind was spinning.

“Having fun, babe?”

“This—” I groaned as he slammed into me. Pleasure shot through my body as I moaned.

“I think she is,” he said with a laugh, slapping his friend on the arm.

“So fucking tight,” the guy grunted. His hands tightened on my waist, pulling me against his thrusts.

Confusion paralyzed me. My brain simply wasn’t working as I struggled to register what was happening. I was with a man, but Tommy was over there. Watching. This wasn’t Tommy.

With a great thrust, I felt my back arch as I cried out. I was cumming. Cumming on another man’s cock. All while he watched. I was only vaguely aware of the confusion stemming from that. Why was he watching?

“Told you, dude. Once a slut, always a slut.” That voice. Lucas?

I was gasping for breath, my body quivering as pleasure ran through me. It awakened the part of me I had been fighting all night. Drunk and confused, I had nothing to stop it as it took hold. I cried out as he continued to fuck me.

“So close. So fucking close,” he muttered.

“Dude, outside,” Lucas said with a shove. I was empty again as I felt something hot splatter against my stomach. The guy was grunting, pumping his cock as cum dribbled onto me.

“Jesus. That’s the best pussy I’ve had all year,” the guy said as he backed away.

“Right? You all thought I was making shit up,” Tommy said with a laugh.

“Should have shared this with us earlier.”

Something dragged me to the edge of the bed. Lucas. He was holding something in his hand. Looking down, I found it was his cock. My legs were already spread wide, offering no resistance as he moved towards me. My heart was racing as it got closer. I felt it press against me. It slide along my wet lips, teasing me. I groaned, fingers clutching the bed. God I wanted it. Why couldn’t he just stick the damn thing in already?

I think something was telling me this was wrong, but I squashed it. How could this be wrong when it felt so—

Head back, I moaned as he entered me. He wasn’t gentle. His breaths came in angry grunts as he roughly shoved himself against me.

“You like that, slut? You fucking tease. After all this time, you are finally getting what you fucking wanted.” I cried out, unable to fight the pleasure ripping through me. How the hell was sex this good? “Look at this bitch. You like my cock? Fuck yeah you do. Look at that big smile of yours.”

My head rolled to the side and my gaze fell on another pair inside the room. The girl seemed to be having fun as she eagerly bounced herself atop the guy under her. The swaying was making my head spin. Took me a second to realize Lucas’ thrusts were slowly pushing me over the bed.

Lucas. Right. I looked back, eyes sliding down my body. In. Out. In. Out.

I moaned for no other reason than it felt right. I felt good. Damn good.

I closed my eyes.

A moment later, they shot open. It was darker now and the thumping music was gone. As I woke from my drunken slumber, things began to quickly hit me. My soreness was a big one. The second was what woke me in the first place. A figure cloaked in shadow hovered above me. No matter how I blinked or rubbed my eyes, the darkness didn’t go away. His grunting and the soreness I felt between my legs told me everything I needed to know about what was happening.

I groaned as I tried to push myself away.

“Almost there,” he whispered.

I tried to speak as I shifted. My throat was raw and I desperately needed a drink. “Stop,” I croaked, trying to roll to my side. A strong pair of hands held my hips, keeping me in place. His breathing was picking up, his thrusts faster. “Stop,” I managed with a little more ****. My hands found the man’s chest, weakly pushing at him.

“I said I was almost done,” he muttered angrily. He grunted as he slammed against me. An involuntarily groan escaped me as I winced. His grunt was long and broken up by a few quick breaths. “Fuck. That’s it. Take it. Take it all,” he whispered in a deep voice as he made a few token thrusts. A content sigh followed as the shadow moved away. A pat against my thigh was the last thing I got before finding myself alone.

Rolling onto my stomach, I pushed myself up as I struggled to my feet. The world swayed as I stumbled my way over collapsed bodies. The sound of snores cut through the silence. The bathroom light was on as I stumbled inside. Two faces swung over to look at me in surprise. The guy began moving once the surprise wore off and the woman didn’t seem to mind the audience.

“Hell of a party, right?” the guy said with a chuckle as his eyes ran over me. I looked down and felt sick by the familiar sight that greeted me. Memories bubbled to the surface. My eyes went to the mirror. The woman reflected there was one I’d long since buried.

Natalie, the party girl. I remembered some of what happened. How many guys had their turn with me? All of them? I encouraged it too, lost in the lust of it all. Guys drifted from girl to girl, hooking up wherever they wanted. It seemed whenever a guy drifted by, I grabbed them and guided them in. Sometimes I rode them, sucking off another guy before he wondered off to play with someone else.

I remembered seeing Tommy and Lisa have fun together while I rotated through available guys. The look on his face as he looked at her. The clear familiarity they had.

Backpedaling from the bathroom, I nearly tripped over a sleeping girl. Through the mess of it all, I managed to find my suitcase and throw something together. All that mattered was escaping this hell.

Bundled up as best I could get, I dragged my suitcase behind me as I stumbled outside. There was a light snow falling as I looked around, world swirling. Trapped.

I pulled out my phone, nearly dropping it as I fumbled with it, and went to call Alexis only to stop myself. There was no way she could get out here. The taxi fare alone…

My eyes went down my contact list. Not that there were many there. Pressing the button, I lifted the phone to my ear. By the third ring, he answered.

“Natalie?” His voice was as monotone as ever without a hint of sleep I had undoubtedly woke him from considering the time.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. What was I even doing? Everything was gone. Years of hard work and struggle, washed away in a single night. The man I loved was gone—if he even existed in the first place.

My life was a lie.

I was a lie.

“Where are you?” His sharp voice cut through my mental fog. I somehow managed to mumble out directions. “I’m on my way. Talk to me while—”

I ended the call. My phone buzzed as he tried calling me back. I turned it off.

‘I’m on my way.’ I clung to those four little words as I squatted on the ground next to my suitcase and did my best not to cry.