With the bag in my hand, I walked to the door, and then she asked me, “Where are you going? What’s with the bag?”
I didn’t look back and said, “I’m leaving, and you can stay with that fuckface all you want and where you want.”
She came after me and shouted, “Stop there, Lucas! You can’t leave. Why can’t you understand me?”
“Well, it’s your life, and you do as you liked. This is my life, and I’ll do what I want with it.”
I didn’t look back and got to the car. It was a Cruze, my dad’s car. I didn’t want to leave it behind, so I took it with me. I drove off without looking back.
My phone rang repeatedly, and I knew it was my mother. I drove to my friend James’ house and asked him if I could crash in for a few days. We had been friends since middle school, and he would never question me or ask me what happened.
James’ mom was away on business, so there was only him in the house right now.
James took me to a party that night, seeing my sour mood. I went along with him because I wanted to take my mind off it.
We drank and drank until we were no longer able to move. The whole night, we just drank and danced a lot. It was refreshing to let it all out. I screamed and jumped like a maniac.
For the next whole week, James dragged me around to all the parties he was invited to. I didn’t even go to work, telling Jeremy that I needed some time off. He didn’t say anything, as I was always working. He even encouraged me to take as much time as I needed.
I got a message from my mother, saying to come home, but I didn’t reply. As much as I wanted to go, I held myself back. She made it clear that it was her life, so why bother calling me now. She should live her life.
On the morning of the last day of the weekend, I woke up to noise, and then I felt like someone was calling my name.
Groggy from the previous night’s alcohol, I slowly opened my eyes to see a beautiful woman. My vision was still blurry, and I couldn’t really tell who she was. In my foggy state, I thought she was some girl I had hooked up with last night.
Acting on impulse, I pulled her down onto the bed, then wrapped my hands around her. After working for a couple of months in the field, which involved pretty heavy work, and I also worked out to build up my six-foot physique. Burying my face in the back of her neck, she smelled really nice, and it only aroused me more. My morning boner poked right into her ass. She was saying something, but I wasn’t in the mood to listen to her. She tried to wiggle under my arms, but she couldn’t get herself out of my grip. As she struggled more, my hard cock rubbed on her ass more, and that’s when I heard her moan.
My hands began to roam, and my lips brushed against her skin. Her soft skin and the smell were intoxicating. Man! How could I forget such a girl. Did we make out last night? Damn, why does alcohol make me forget?
I wrapped my right leg over her right leg, straining to hold her down, and my right hand moved to her breasts. They were really large. I kneaded them to my heart’s content, and the moans became louder, and she moaned out loud, “Lucas!”
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