No: he finally stands up for himself.

It took a second, but my brain managed to process this information one second before Corrine’s tongue was going to make contact with my shaft. And, for some reason, I moved away before she could.

“No,” I stated, though my furious, throbbing cock clearly disagreed with me.

“No? ‘No’ what?” Corrine cocked her head to the side, thinking she’d misheard me.

“Just, ‘No, I don’t want it to be like this.”

All the warmth drained from Corrine’s face. She recoiled, immediately covering her nakedness with her arms. I got up and walked out of the shower, hopping back into the cold, wet clothes I had left sitting on the bathroom floor. Once the shock of my rejection had worn off, Corrine charged out of the shower after me, hurriedly covering up with a towel.

“Why not?!” she demanded, her eyes filled with hurt and confusion.

“I’m not some toy for you to play with.”

“But, you let all the other girls mess around with you.”

“Because the other girls wanted ME!” I shot back, “They may not have wanted to be my girlfriend, but they all still wanted to be with me. I wasn’t just a practice dummy while they fantasized about their asshole boyfriend.”

“Steve is not an asshole! Everybody else is just taking Talia’s side, and it’s totally unfair to me.”

“Nobody is taking Talia’s side, Corrine. Steve is a big, fucking asshole, and you deserve better.”

“I ‘deserve better?’ Like who? Like you? Should I just follow along with everyone else and join Ian’s harem?!”

She was crying by this point, but I refused to back down.

“No—what? I don’t have a harem, Corrine. What the hell are you even talking about?”

“That’s what it feels like! These past few weeks, everybody’s getting in line to fuck Ian. ‘When’s Corrine gonna do it?’ Like I’m supposed to fuck the unattractive nerdy guy just because my friends did.”

“Oh, fuck you, Corrine. Now you’re just being a bitch.”

There was a long, cold break in the argument while Corrine looked at me with pain in her eyes. She finally waved a dismissive hand and muttered, “You’re just jealous of Steve.”

I picked up my backpack and headed for the door.

“You’re right. I am jealous of Steve. I’m jealous of every guy who’s ever so much as touched you, Corrine. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s not the right guy for you. And when you realize that, your real friends will be waiting for you.”

I opened the door and headed back out into the cold shower of hail. Still clad in her bath towel, Corrine shouted after me:

“Like that even matters! In another four months, you’ll all be going off to college, and I’ll be stuck here, and we’ll never see each other again! I’m gonna need new friends, anyway!”

I kept walking until I couldn’t hear her anymore.

What the Hell, Ian?!

My brain and penis were again at war with each other. I was furious, hurt, and frustrated—and yet I still couldn’t manage to get my damn erection to go down despite the chill of the weather. I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. Nothing made sense. The world was upside down.

I wanted my friends back. Back the way we were. A twist in my stomach longed for more innocent times of us all teasing and chatting into the night. But I also wanted so much more from those girls—I wanted their lust, their passion, and their beautiful bodies all to myself.

And, in a few months’ time, I wouldn’t have them at all.

The fresh memory of Corrine’s hot, naked tits tortured me as I walked home through that hail. I couldn’t help but flash back to the conversation I’d had with my friend Andy, when Corrine and I were filming Wolf Guard all those months ago:

“I’ll be damned, dude,” he had whispered to me, “I think she actually likes you.”

“Yeah, right. A girl like that? And a guy like me? Never gonna happen. NEVER gonna happen.”

And now those words seemed truer than ever. I would never have Corrine. Not in the way I wanted. It was never gonna happen.

...Was it?