At the frat

With heavy steps I **** myself to take the 30 minute walk down to the frat house. The ominous feeling grew stronger the closer I got. The frat house was completely silent in sharp contrast to the liveliness of the party nights when I had been here before. It made it seem darkly foreboding. Walking up to the front door I knocked with a trembling hand.

"There you are!" Brandon greeted me with a smile. "Come on in!" Somehow his smile seemed less friendly and more sinister than usual. I followed Brandon into the living room towards the stairs. Now that the room was completely empty it had a very different atmosphere. Without saying a word Brandon went up the stairs, forcing me to follow him. {if followed=true}Memories of the last time I had followed him up these stairs had haunted me for the last few weeks.{else}Last time I had been here I had refused to follow him, now he finally got what he wanted.{endif} My temple was throbbing with my heartbeat.

We got to the top of the stairs and Brandon lead me toward the door to the right. {if followed=true}I already knew his room was to the left. {endif}As we got closer I could hear noises coming from behind the door. Wet gurgling sounds, in a rhythmic pattern. Brandon opened the door silently, allowing me to peer inside. I held my breath as the scene inside the room was revealed to me.

A woman was sitting on her knees in front of a bed. On the bed sat Brandon's friend Andrew. The woman's head bobbed up and down in his lap, guided by his hands holding her ponytail. Even from behind she was impossible not to recognize, with her blonde hair and pink jacket. It was Jessica. Jessica was sitting on her knees in a frat house bedroom, giving a blowjob to a man decidedly not her boyfriend. It was incomprehensible. I couldn't understand how this could have happened, and yet it had.