Drink more

Another drink becomes two, and before long I’m barely paying attention to how much I’ve had. The party downstairs has become a blur of music, voices, and bodies moving through the crowded rooms. I decide I need some air—or at least somewhere quieter—and make my way upstairs, using the wall for balance.

I wander down the hallway, not entirely sure where I’m going, and push open a bedroom door without thinking. I step inside and pause. The music is muffled up here, replaced by the low hum of the house. I look around, realizing I probably shouldn’t be in the room. For a moment, I just stand there, trying to piece together how I ended up upstairs in the first place.

The bass from the speakers downstairs rattled the floorboards as I stumbled into the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind me. My head spun from the shots I'd been knocking back all night, each one meant to quiet the voice in my head reminding me of Sarah back home. Chase had ditched me twenty minutes ago to chase after some girl in a red dress, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the bottle of cheap vodka someone had passed around.

She was already on the bed when I pushed the door open—some girl I'd seen grinding on the dance floor earlier. Short skirt, crop top, the kind of smile that said she wasn't here for small talk. I don't even remember her name. Maybe she never gave it.

"You look like you need to forget something," she said, pulling me closer by my belt loops.

I didn't answer. Just kissed her hard, tasting the beer on her tongue as my hands found her waist. She moaned into my mouth when I shoved her back onto the mattress, already working my jeans down. Her legs spread for me without hesitation, and I didn't bother with her panties—just pushed them aside and drove my cock into her in one rough thrust.

"Fuck," she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders.

I fucked her like I was trying to erase every thought of Sarah from my brain. Hard, fast, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. Her pussy was tight and wet around me, squeezing every time I bottomed out. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper, meeting every snap of my hips with her own.

"Harder," she begged, and I gave it to her—pounding into her until the bed creaked and her tits bounced free from that tiny top. I grabbed one, squeezing hard, thumb brushing over her nipple as I kept fucking her.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Sarah's name lit up the screen. I ignored it, burying my face in this stranger's neck instead, breathing in the scent of sweat and perfume that wasn't my girlfriend's. The guilt twisted in my gut even as my cock throbbed inside her, driving me to thrust harder, faster, like I could outrun what I was doing.

She came first, clenching around me with a broken moan, her whole body shaking. I followed right after, pulling out at the last second to paint her stomach with thick ropes of cum. My legs nearly gave out as the alcohol and the orgasm hit me at once.

I didn't stay. Just pulled my jeans up, wiped my hand on my shirt, and left her there on the bed without a word. Downstairs, the party was still raging. Chase was nowhere to be found. My phone had three missed calls from Sarah.

I texted her back with shaking hands: Miss you. Can't wait to call tomorrow.