After a few more minutes, Brianna parted from Lance, turned and kissed Brock. When he attempted to place his hands on her ass she slid them down. When he tried to place them on her breasts she shoved them away. She parted from him briefly, looked him in the eyes, shook her head, and continued kissing him.
Brock finally understood. He let this be a telling kiss, a kiss that would decide what—if anything—would come next.
“I think that I need to think about this,” Brianna stated. “When I kiss each of you I feel different things. With Lance I feel passion and with Brock I feel lust.”
“And you can have both ... with both of us,” Brock returned.
“I know and I want to, badly, but I also have to think about my soul and what I’m giving in to. Am I being tested? Will this change who I am? Will this change who we are? I love you both and so I have to think about these things before I make a decision.”
Lance nodded, “I understand.”
Brock remained silent, but nodded in agreement.
They turned toward the staircase when thundering footsteps pounded upstairs.
With a large smile on his face, Grady entered the bedroom. “I thought you dudes left me hanging.”
Brock smiled, laughed and said, “Lance and I were trying to get your chick to have a three-way.”
“Very funny, asshole. You really shouldn’t joke about that kind of shit,” Grady said.
“No shit, that was stupid,” Brianna chimed in and slapped Brock’s arm.
“What are you guys doing up here?” Grady asked, making eye contact with everyone in the room.
Brock quickly reacted by pulling out a freshly rolled joint from his pocket. “Would you care to join us?”
“Absolutely.” Grady pulled a lighter from his pocket, kissed Brianna, and then lit the joint hanging from Brock’s lips.
Brock looked to Lance and knew that he was wondering whether or not Grady could taste their lips on Brianna’s. Brock also knew that Lance was going to feel guilt about turning Grady into a cuckold. Personally, Brock thought it was funny.
After smoking the joint, the four of them went downstairs.
Jeff stood at the base of the staircase stomping his foot. “I told everyone here not to go upstairs. I told everyone here to bring boxed wine. You four assholes are about to get kicked out of my party.”
“Bro, we’re sorry. I get it, we’re batting zero-for-two, but give us one more chance,” Brock chilled Jeff.
“Go in the living room, watch people fuck on TV, get laid, just don’t go upstairs, cool?” Jeff lightened up.
“Cool,” Lance said.
They entered the living room, looked to the flat screen television where a beautiful blonde was blowing a tan, muscle-bound boy that was all of twenty-one years old. Nonchalantly, Brianna leaned close to Brock and whispered, “I want to be that girl ... for you.”
Brock knew it.
The pace of the night quickened from that point on. There were secret smiles and light touches of the hand. Even Lance enjoyed his time. He drank at least a box of horrible white wine by himself. Toward the end of the night he was stumbling. His speech was slurred, but he was talking excitedly, which was something that hadn’t happened in quite some time. Toward two o’clock in the morning, when the party dwindled, Lance, Brock, Grady and Brianna sat on the couch. While they were all involved in intense conversation, the pornography blaring on the flat screen was a bit of a distraction.
“Is it weird that we’re sitting here talking while two, sorry, four people are fucking on the TV in front of us?” Grady asked.
“I don’t know. It should be weird, but this is college, which means that this is the time to do these things,” Lance chimed in.
“What do you mean, ‘do these things?’” Grady asked and for the first time he dropped the whole surfer-chilled-out-I-don’t-get-mad-vibe. He looked genuinely perturbed.
“Like, attend parties where there’s porn and boxed wine in every room of the house. This is a once in a lifetime experience that we’re living, people. We need to enjoy this. Once we graduate there will never be another opportunity like this. You don’t go out into the real world, get a job working in some cubicle and then decide to have a boxed wine and porn party. This only happens at college. That’s all I meant, man,” Lance explained.
“I hear you, man. I think I’m just tired is all.” He turned to Brianna. “You want to go back to my apartment and act out some of this stuff?”
Brianna couldn’t help but to shoot Brock a shameful glance. Brock was certain that Grady had seen this glance. “Yeah, you’re going down on me for like twenty minutes first,” Brianna said.
Grady perked and popped-up from the couch, grabbed Brianna’s hand, and led her toward the front door.
Brianna stopped to hug Lance and Brock goodbye before she disappeared into the snowy night.
Brock wondered if she would fantasize about him and Lance or if she would stay with Grady in their future moment. Jealousy found its way into Brock’s stomach and boiled into anger.
“You alright, man?” Lance asked, nearly falling off the couch.
“Yeah. I’m cool.”
“You’re thinking about whether or not she’s going to imagine that its us while she’s fucking that clown tonight, aren’t you?”
“I take it you’re having the same thoughts.”
“I am.” He chugged what was left of his cheap wine. “And hey, thank you.”
“For what?”
“You were right from the get-go. I’ve wanted to experience this with the both of you for years.” Lance nodded while filling his glass with more cheap wine.
“You’re not into me, dude, are you?” Brock hadn’t thought about that yet. Could his best guy-friend hold an attraction for him?
“No. I’m not gay. I would like to see you get raped though. Not for any sexual reasons. It would just be fun to watch you cry.”
“And you think I’m a heartless prick?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
Two semi-attractive brunettes entered the room. Both clearly held an attraction to Brock. He smiled at them and then patted the cushion on the couch next to him.
The girls sat.
“You ladies want to find a quiet corner?” Brock asked.
The brunette with black-rimmed glasses bit her lip and nodded. “I have a boyfriend, but he’s out of town for the weekend. This porn is really working me up.”
“As it should. If you like, I can act out some of these positions for you,” Brock continued. He turned to Lance who seemed to be doing just fine with the other brunette. Their faces were close, clearly about to kiss.
“Well, lets go find that corner before someone that knows any of our girlfriend or boyfriends finds us.”
The four of them scurried through the house and back up to the third floor where they kissed and touched and sweated like vines of perfect flesh.
Chapter 4
Sexting
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T he punk rock band Social Distortion blared ‘I Was Wrong’ from the bathroom where Grady sang badly in the shower. Pulling the blankets down, Brianna glanced at the outline of his naked body. She liked what she saw, but at the same time wished the shower door was closed. Letting her negative energy subside, she smiled as she remembered the intense lovemaking they’d shared during the early morning hours. A small amount of guilt interwove with her happiness as she had imagined that it was Brock tasting her. That it had been Lance pushing himself gently into her mouth. The penetration had been more animated than usual and Grady clearly enjoyed himself. He’d sounded like a kicked dog when he climaxed onto her chest. He’d thanked her repeatedly while laughing as he rolled onto his side of the bed.
“You want to jump in here, babe?” Grady called out from the bathroom through the spray of water cleansing his face.
Brianna leaned forward, allowing the blankets to fall from her naked breasts. Her nipples were still tender from the nibbling and pinching. Even though it was
painful, she became aroused when she touched them. “Sure, keep the water warm.” She slipped out of bed and made her way into the bathroom.
Grady’s skin was red, swollen, and slippery from the hot water. She slid the shower door open—more than it already was—and stepped beneath the spray. Opening her eyes, she watched Grady morph into Brock. That arrogant smile that shouldn’t turn her on glared from his face. He pulled her close and said, “Get in here and fuck me before your boyfriend comes home.” She knew it was a fantasy, but felt her lower region generate heat.
Brianna fantasized answering, Don’t you think we’ll get caught?
I don’t care, the fantasy Brock demanded.
Grady yanked Brianna fully into the shower and back into the present. He kissed her neck and her shoulders and then leaned down and kissed her breasts. He continued lower, knelt in front of her and kissed her down there. She couldn’t help but to imagine that it was Brock doing these things to her.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna come,” she panted.
He stood and forcefully pushed her toward the corner of the shower where the porcelain jutted out into a shelf. Grady shoved the shampoos and conditioners onto the tile floor for her to prop her leg up and spread her ass cheeks, giving him better access. Again, she imagined that it was Brock entering her. She panted hard. The shampoo bottle resting in front of her became Lance’s member and she lightly stroked it. The focused expression on Lance’s face popped into her thoughts and then she was into it, being ravaged by Lance and Brock at the same time, or so she imagined. It didn’t take long before she was practically screaming.
Judging by the cockeyed grin on Grady’s face, Brianna knew that his thoughts were revving high because of her heated behavior. He pulled out and ejaculated onto the top portion of her ass. She enjoyed the feel of water running his semen down the back of her legs. She stood and turned to him and he put his arms around her. Grady smiled wide like a high school sophomore after receiving his first hand job.
“Wow, between last night and this morning ... it’s never been this good for me ... ever,” Grady breathed deeply.
“Likewise. I like where this is going.” Brianna spoke to Grady, but thought of her boys.
“Can we do it again?” Grady begged.
“Maybe tonight.”
“Promise.” Grady held out his pinky finger and she wrapped hers around his.
“You know how to move your mouth,” Brianna laughed, making light of the situation.
“Likewise.” He kissed her. “Cheers to talented mouths.”
Brianna popped her lips. Both laughed. There was a brief stutter to her laughter when she felt the stab of guilt slide into her stomach. She’d only enjoyed the sex this much because she imagined it was with her boys. Last night, she, Lance, and Brock had opened Pandora’s box and now there would be no other way to extinguish this fire, but to act on their desires. That would mean she was going to premeditate an affair, and pull one over on the boyfriend that held her now. The boyfriend that had not done anything wrong and would be crushed if he found out.
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Brianna and Grady ate breakfast at a small diner just off of campus. She had cottage cheese with a fruit cup while Grady pounded a garden burger and salad—only a California boy would eat something meat-free in the heart of the Midwest. He paid the tab and left her to sip on her third cup of coffee while he split to his Geology Lab. When she was certain he’d left she went into the bathroom and lowered her pants and thong. She aligned her iPhone centered behind her and took a picture of her ass. After placing the appropriate filter over the photo, she scrolled through her contacts and selected Lance and Brock. She didn’t hit send. She went back to her booth and contemplated the dos and don’ts of sexting. Never had she sexted anyone before. In fact, she thought that it was reckless and stupid to send nude pictures across iPhones. But the thought of what Brock and Lance would do when they saw the photo was driving her. The power of her sex over them was intense and overwhelming. The thought of Brock touching himself while holding his phone out and looking at her naked ass caused tremors. She hated that she’d become that girl. She was a good girl. Always had been. But this was college and her sexuality was blooming to fruition at a rapid pace. She would have to act on these desires at some point. Why not with her best friends? They wanted this just as bad as she did. And then it made sense.
She clicked send.
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Bored, Brock sat at a small desk in English Composition 104 with his right leg propped up on the empty desk in front of him when his cell phone began to buzz from his front jeans pocket. At first, he disregarded the text. Maybe it was one of his conquests from last week? Who knew, but whoever was texting him at noon on a Thursday afternoon could kick rocks. Then he thought better of it. What if there was a party with limited space? He’d need to submit his distinguished guest list. Making sure the professor wasn’t looking, he pulled his iPhone from his pocket, entered his PIN and waited less than half of a second for the text to pop up. The box was small, but he could see that the picture included a good amount of flesh. Then he saw that the text was from Brianna. What the hell? Clicking on the text message caused him to gulp and almost cough. Glancing around the lecture hall, he made sure that no one was watching. His hand trembled when he saw the picture of Brianna’s perfectly formed ass. He’d never actually seen her naked. Now, he couldn’t un-see it. Her backside was perfect. It was firm and athletic and tan except for the G-String of whiteness. God, he loved it when a woman had that G-string tan line. His erection slowly bulged from within his jeans. His cheeks were reddening.
Brock excused himself from class, went to the restroom, entered the stall at the far end and then pulled it out. Fully erect, he snapped a naughty picture and sent it to Brianna.
She quickly texted back, This is definitely going to happen. Need to talk.
Brock sent an Emoji of a thumbs up and included the text, I’ll invite Lance.
She returned a smiley face emoji.
Chapter 5
Killers Will Kill
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S oft footsteps lumbered into the small upstairs bedroom. His wet boots compressed the soft gray carpeting. The desk chair rolled back. The Killer sat in front of a laptop computer that was neatly set on a wooden desk. A drawer opened and a gloved hand removed electronic devices that he then plugged into his laptop using USB connectors. The familiar sound of the computer generating life chimed in. Looking out the window and across the street he watched Jeff Torrance stringing Christmas lights—horribly—along the side of his house in preparation for another keg party.
The Killer hadn’t found his next victims. These victims had chosen him. These beautiful people would become perfect sacrifices. Planning, stalking, hunting and killing them would be a great challenge, but that didn’t matter right now. Right now, the killer wanted to celebrate and acknowledge that the Dark Lord had led him to this perfect sacrifice. He didn’t know why these souls were chosen. The Dark Lord led him and he had simply followed. When he prayed he was able to feel instinct and then act on it. He was a worthy servant and he knew that he would be rewarded in Hell. His work here on earth was purposeful. The knowledge that The Afterlife was real and that a spiritual plain of existence existed was powerful. The Killer understood the magnitude of this idea and lived to torment and destroy. The satanic powers driving him allowed for fulfillment without restriction. He was thankful for this gift.
Inserting the thumb-sized SD card from his camera into the card reader that plugged into the side of his Mac Book Pro, the Killer waited for his video footage to import. The screen finally brightened and the image of a painted yellow smiley face with red devil’s horns digitized into clarity. A distorted voice crackled, “The next souls to be sacrificed to our Dark Lord are among us.”
The camera being used tilted. The image twisted from a dark, masked face to the house across the street where—from a distance— Lance, Brock, and Brianna entered a three-story home where a raging college
party was clearly going off. When the front door opened, a flat screen TV with pornographic images exposed itself from inside the living room.
The Killer’s camera zoomed-in through the plate glass window and focused on an attractive blonde girl while she took a beautiful, young, tan boy in her mouth.
The Killer tapped his finger onto the keyboard, which fast-forwarded the footage until it showed Brock, Lance, and Brianna circled together in the upstairs bedroom of the house. The footage showed Brianna kissing both Lance and Brock. The camera zoomed out and then down to the sidewalk in front of the house where another young man entered carrying two boxes of cheap wine. The Killer turned the camera toward himself. His mask held the same design as the painted rock he’d displayed earlier—a smiley devil face. The computer had synthesized his voice to sound demonic.
The voice stated, “I will tear their flesh from their bones before I wrench into their souls and rip them from their beings.”
The Killer laughed hysterically. “If they only knew that their vanity has killed them ... their beauty will hurt when I deform and mutilate their bodies.”
The laughter continued, but the images on the computer switched to another video. This new footage was raw, real, and shook. In it, a row of three young, naked women screamed as thorny bullwhips tore their skin from their bodies. The whips cracked repeatedly until blood splattered the camera lens creating a red filter. Although hard to see through the blood, the shapes of four masked killers enveloped the naked women.
And the screams entered new heights of torment.
Chapter 6
Moving Forward
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L ance was sitting on the couch sipping hot Green Tea and wondering why the cushions smelled like Brock’s God-awful deodorant-spray when Brianna knocked on the door. He started to rise from his seat, but Brock hustled to let her in. He answered smiling, and showed Brianna to the couch where she sat next to Lance making brief eye contact. After a moment of acknowledging the cozy white twinkle lights that Brock had draped around the living room, she nodded, started to say something, but decided not to. She wore a pair of light blue jeans that conformed nicely to her ass and legs. Lance was fairly certain that she was attempting to seduce and was aware of her progress.
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