“Please,” I beg. “Just one. I really need someone to talk to right now and I don’t want to be alone.”
She takes a deep breath and sighs.
“Okay. But just one.”
All I need is one, Julianna.
She sits down on the couch. I can feel her gaze on me as I wobble toward the tiny bar. There are several bottles to choose from.
“What’s your poison?” I ask. It doesn’t matter. Any of them will do. I could give you water and the end result will be the same.
“Tequila,” she says.
“One shot of tequila coming up.” I reach into my pocket and withdraw the tiny vial I purchased earlier this evening. I empty it into the glass before pouring the shot of tequila. I’ve used this before on unsuspecting women, so I know it will work. I just don’t know how fast.
I purposefully sway and wobble my way back toward where she is sitting. She’s wearing a low-cut v-neck tshirt with no bra. Sarah would never be trashy like that. Still, the sight of her nipples straining against the material gets me hard. I try not to think about that until I plop down on the couch next to her.
“To Sarah!” I raise my glass and touch it with hers.
“To Sarah!” she says and tilts the glass back, draining it.
It takes less than two minutes for the drug to work its magic.
“Julianna? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she slurs her words and smiles. I reach over and cup one of her breasts to see how far gone she is. She doesn’t protest. Instead, she sways toward me and leans into my hand.
“You like that don’t you?” I say.
She makes a moaning sound. I kiss her and at first, she kisses me back. As I envisioned, she’s a good kisser, even when she’s drugged. She pushes against me slightly as I pull her shirt off.
“I want to fuck you,” I say.
She tries to shake her head no, but the drug is too powerful and the most I get is a nod.
“Sarah,” she whispers. “Where’s Sarah?”
“I want you.”
I discard my shirt and bring her onto my lap, feeling her hardened nipples against my chest excites me beyond description.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” I tell her. “How long I’ve wanted to experience what every other male on this campus has already experienced.”
“Mmm,” she closes her eyes. I move her beneath me and struggle to get her skintight jeans over her hips and off her long, lean legs. She’s not wearing any underwear. Just as I thought, she is a slut. She wanted this all along.
I lean over her and kiss her again before moving lower to suckle her dark nipples. She doesn’t resist and seems to enjoy my licks and touch. She is beautiful with her black hair cascading down her back and over the side of the couch. The drug’s effects are in full force now and I take full advantage.
“Why don’t we move this upstairs?” Where I have more cameras ready. She tries to get up and leans against me. She’s barely coherent at this point but acknowledges my request with a nod of her head.
I take her hand and start to lead her up the stairs, but she starts to falter, so I put my arm around her and practically carry her up the stairs to the first bedroom on the right.
I barely have time to get inside the room, before she goes limp in my arms. I discard my jeans to free my cock.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” I say as I ram myself into her again and again.
I always knew Julianna was the wild one of the three. Even drugged, she’s one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. I lean my head back as my body releases.
I wipe myself off on her thighs before putting my pants back on. She falls over to her side. I head downstairs to find Jonathan and a couple of his friends already waiting.
“She’s upstairs and ready for you,” I smile, handing over the keys to his apartment. “Have fun and don’t forget to get everything on camera.”
Julianna
I’m naked.
That’s my first thought when I wake up in a strange bed. It’s not the first time I’ve partied hard and ended up in someone’s bed. Sadly, it’s not the first time I can’t remember the night before.
But I wasn’t partying last night. I was walking home from my study group in the library.
I try to sit up, but my head is pounding as though a thousand hammers are knocking around inside. I feel as though I’m going to be sick, so I lie back down.
I can hear noises coming from downstairs. Where the hell am I?
I remember talking to one of my study group friends about our test next week, then leaving to go home.
Daniel.
He was drunk. I helped him get home.
The last thing I remember is helping him get inside and him asking me if I wanted a drink.
Flashes of the previous night are like something out of dream. Fuzzy and nonsensical. I remember him getting me a shot of tequila and then …
Nothing.
I sit up again and look around. Between my thighs, I am bruised and sore. I shake my head in denial. I would not have done that. I would not have done that to Sarah.
Did he rape me?
Was Sarah dating a rapist?
I remember nothing.
I pull the sheet around my body and stand up, almost losing my balance in the process. I look around the room, but my clothes aren’t here. Dizziness engulfs me and I sit back down to help with the nausea.
After a few moments, I ease myself back up and grip whatever furniture or wall is nearby to steady myself. Somehow I manage to make my way downstairs to search for my clothes. There are four guys sitting in the living room. None of them look familiar and none of them are Daniel.
They are all smiling at me.
Someone has stacked my clothes in a pile on a table. I grab them and head back upstairs.
What the hell happened here last night?
How do I go from leaving the library to here? My head starts to clear and I’m a little more stable so I can walk without propping myself against things. I get dressed as quickly as I can and head back downstairs.
“Where’s Daniel?” I ask.
“Didn’t get enough last night?” One of them asks and the others laugh.
I don’t know what he means by that, but by the way my lady parts feel, I don’t have to search long.
“Is he here?”
“No. He doesn’t live here,” a blond boy I vaguely remember seeing in one of my classes gets out of his chair and walks toward me. “But I’d be happy to give you another go around if you’re still horny after last night.”
More laughter.
I push him away, grab my books and head out the door, their raunchy calls and high fives follow me.
As I make my way back home, I keep asking myself the same question.
“What the hell happened to me last night?”
Relief floods through me as I enter the duplex. No one’s home. I need to see Sarah, but at the same time I’m not sure what to say. Daniel did say something about her breaking up with him. I want to hug her and tell her she’s lucky she dodged a bullet.
Then it hits me and I wonder if he’s ever done something similar to her.
I notice a large envelope sitting on the kitchen counter with my name scrawled across the top. My stomach hurls as I rip the envelope open to withdraw the contents. Photos from last night. The first one is me and Daniel.
I look like a willing participant.
No.
There are ten photos in all, some of me with the four guys from that house. The way the photos are put together with the angles and the positions, I again look like a willing participant.
I wasn’t.