Beer Goggles Anthology

by Anthology

  But his apologies did nothing to stop the attack. Red reared back and with one big heaving push-off he charged toward Corbin. The best fucking part of it all were Corbin’s banshee squeals. He ran in the opposite direction, arms flailing like a damn girl. You could hear him wailing in the next room until one high-pitched squeal echoed throughout the house.

  “Touchdown,” someone yelled out, followed by cheers and laughter. I knew for a fact Corbin would feel that in the morning.

  And the day after too.

  I’d given up and come to the conclusion that the girl from earlier was gone. I’d looked everywhere and still no blonde with gorgeous eyes.

  But unfortunately Britney was still there.

  Lucky us.

  She was still trying to gain my attention, and for what I wasn’t sure.

  I grabbed a bottle of tequila and a shot glass and moved upstairs to a quieter area. If I was gonna get drunk, I’d do it somewhere away from Red. But honestly, I was hoping he had long ago forgotten my earlier torment and replace it with his hate for the twins.

  Well, at least for Corbin and his wild pitch.

  I moved through the hallway and when I reached my room I placed the key in the lock and twisted it.

  Once I was inside I made sure to lock it back and sat back on my bed, leaning against the headboard.

  Opting out of the glass, I went straight for the bottle instead.

  Chapter Eight

  Morgan

  I was completely aware of my surroundings. Aware of the fact that the girl next to me had her head resting on my shoulder. And she had for some time now, as she went on and on about her crush on some guy named Isaac.

  The weird part about it was that it didn’t bother me as much as it would have had I been sober.

  And by the look on Marcus’ face, he was equally surprised.

  “He’s just so dreamy,” the girl slurred. “And we hooked up once, but now he just acts like he doesn’t know me. And I’m wondering what I did wrong,” she whined, stretching her words out in long exaggerated tones.

  I didn’t have the heart to tell the girl that she fucked him so there was her answer. College guys weren’t looking for long term, they wanted freedom. And she was wrong to expect more. But had he promised more? And if he had, well then that was where he was wrong.

  That was what the logical piece of my mind, tucked way back deep was saying. But the drunk part, which definitely outweighed Ms. Logic, spoke instead. “Maybe you should make him jealous,” I said as I began scanning the room, looking for the poor bastard I was just about to push her off on. “Him,” I said pointing to some guy. He was tall, and fairly good looking.

  I jumped in surprise when the girl began to wail. Not a small quiet whine that only I would hear, but a high pitch squawking that made me feel like my fucking ears were bleeding type of squeal.

  “That’s Isaac,” she wailed as she curled into me further.

  I looked toward Marcus for help and all he did was laugh. Hunched over holding his stomach and a deep laughter shook his entire body.

  The dick was just loving this.

  “Okay,” I said, patting her arm. “Maybe you should just talk to him.” I had no clue what it would take to get her off of me, but I knew I had to do it.

  A moment ago I was feeling the buzz, loving the night, let’s dance and all that shit. But this girl—she was killing my happy feeling.

  “Hey you,” I said, pointing toward another girl who looked equally as smashed as the girl laying at my side. I mean, the damn girl was clutching my arm in a death grip.

  The other girl tried to focus on me and it took a second or two but once she did, a smile crossed her lips. “Hey you,” she repeated. Much slower and more dragged out then when I said it but I’d take it.

  “Come over here with us.” I waved my hand, motioning in my direction.

  I watched as she tried three times to get up off the couch before she finally stood. It took far too long for her to reach us, or maybe it was just my patience running thin.

  But seriously, I could feel the anxiety in me rising.

  When she flopped down in the empty space on the other side of Whiney Ass who still held me tight, her head bounced back against the cushions behind her.

  I nudged the girl who was apparently hung up on Isaac and she lifted her head. “Our new friend had an idea on how you can get Isaac to pay attention to you.”

  Her face lit up and she immediately released my arm, turning around to face the other girl on her opposite side. She wrapped her arms around her and the other girl reciprocated, holding onto her with equal enthusiasm.

  They began talking in hushed tones and I sagged back instantly relieved.

  When I looked at Marcus, he gazed between me and the two girls at my side before eventually focusing back on me once again.

  “Evil,” he said, shaking his head. “Pure evil.”

  “No, genius,” I corrected as I pushed up off the couch and walked past him. It was time for another drink, because that scene was equivalent to six cups of coffee and I needed a jumpstart back to happy land.

  Chapter Nine

  Xavier

  I woke with a jerk.

  I hadn’t meant to pass out but as I looked around my room I realized I had. Not truly aware of just how long I was sleeping.

  Lifting the bottle of Tequila, I was irritated to find it empty.

  I had fully intended on staying in my room, spending the remainder of my evening with my friend Jose. My friend who never tried to shave parts of my body, or tackle me and toss me in a pool. Jose only made me feel happy things.

  Jose Cuervo was a good friend.

  But plans change, and at that moment I was in need of more alcohol.

  Now some may argue. They may insist that I’d had enough but I begged to differ. I was feeling no pain.

  I could still see clearly…well, kind of.

  Granted, there were now multiple dressers, and two doors that led from my room instead of one, but I could still see.

  So as I said, I needed more booze.

  I moved across my room, using the wall to lead me toward my door and when I felt the handle in my hands, I was relieved. See, I could do this.

  The music filtering up from downstairs was like a tidal wave. I had to step over several bodies which took extreme concentration, but I made it. Just as I was about to attempt the stairs I heard laughter from behind me and turned around much too quickly.

  The hallway looked like one of those 1970s hippie videos where the background gets all squiggly and moves in a wave-like motion. That shit was not good for someone who had been drinking. Things that wave and roll played with a drunk guy’s mind.

  After an excessive amount of blinking to clear the fucking wiggling waves from my vision, things slowly began to come in clear.

  And when they did, I just stared questionably at what I found before me. Mouth gaped open, eyes wide, still thinking I was suffering some hallucination brought on by the tequila I indulged in.

  So what do you do, or anyone do, when they feel they are seeing things?

  Well you feel to make sure. Right?

  “What the fuck are you doing, numb nuts?” Isaac asked as my hand rubbed over his face. “Get your hand off my face,” he said, shoving me away.

  Nope. I was not hallucinating. This shit was real.

  “What happened to you?” I finally asked, my head still spinning.

  He looked pretty messed up, with his eyes all droopy and bloodshot.

  He looked back at me with confusion. But before he could question me and the weird way I was looking at him someone else spoke.

  “Nice look, man,” some guy said, gaining both my attention and Isaac’s. “Is that a dick?” the guy asked, pointing toward Isaac’s face.

  “No, I think it’s a cigar,” the girl at his side said, moving in closer to inspect. “Nope,” she finally said after a few seconds of close inspection. “It is most definitely a dick.”

 
Isaac sagged back against the wall and I squinted my eyes still trying to figure out if what I saw was real.

  “What the hell are you all talking about?” Isaac asked.

  A moment of silence set over our small accumulating group. Then I was the first to speak.

  “Did you pass out?” I already knew that had to be the explanation.

  “I think,” he mumbled, rubbing his hand over his face.

  “You need to look in the mirror, because I think someone found you,” I told him, waiting for him to register what I’d said.

  And when he did, he moved fast. Too fast for me as I again couldn’t keep things focused.

  “Motherfucker,” he growled.

  “Red!” he yelled out, echoing down the hall.

  I heard a deep recognizable chuckle and turned to my left to see Elijah standing on the third step from the top.

  “What’s wrong with pretty boy?” he asked. “Did he not like my artwork?”

  “I’m gonna kill him,” Isaac threatened from the bathroom, only making Red laugh harder. “Is this shit permanent?”

  Elijah had drawn all over Isaac’s face.

  I’m talking lipstick and big thick eyebrows. Blue eyeshadow. And to top it off he now had an oversized dick on his right cheek that appeared as if it was heading straight for his mouth.

  And across his forehead was the phrase, “I slurp the Gherkin.”

  I looked back at Red and his eyes were now locked on mine. “Don’t worry, X man, I got you,” he said with a wink just before he descended to the lower level.

  I truly had no fucking clue what he was talking about. But I had a feeling I would figure it out eventually.

  Chapter Ten

  Morgan

  I was exiting the bathroom and stumbled back when the door came flying open. I stood frozen in the middle of the room looking back at the mystery guy from earlier.

  “There you are,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve looked all over for you,” he confessed as he took another step forward. “You are so pretty,” he slurred.

  His forwardness had me stunned and I was completely wasted so my reaction was a little weak.

  When he lifted his hand to my cheek and left it there as he moved in closer, I did nothing to stop him.

  “Really pretty,” he said again, leaning in close. “And you smell so good too.”

  So drunk he wasn’t that great at pickup lines, but I didn’t care.

  He was the first and only guy since I entered this party more than five hours ago who made any type of impression. And he was hot—a major bonus.

  I didn’t stop him when he moved in close and began kissing along my neck.

  I did nothing to slow it down even when he backed me up and I was pinned to the bathroom vanity. I still let it happen.

  No way was I going to interrupt this.

  Nope.

  Instead I did the next best thing.

  I attacked him.

  Like pulling hair, tugging on his shirt and biting his lip kind of attacking. And from the reaction I felt pressed against my stomach, I’d say he liked every minute of it.

  I heard something tear, but it didn’t stop me. It actually fueled me. I had never done anything like this before. It was liberating. I had been cooped up in my own mind for far too long; it felt good to be free from all the stress.

  “Damn,” he moaned as I slid my hand past the waistband of his jeans and wrapped my fingers around a very impressive erection.

  Smiling at what I had found.

  Drunk sex with a hot guy who seemed to be packing something real good.

  I was in.

  I pulled back just enough to gain some space and took in a deep breath.

  “What would it take for me to convince you to come home with me?” I asked just before he moved in again to take my mouth with his.

  He was eager.

  And this was so out of character for me.

  But being in my apartment felt safer than being here all night. Marcus would be there. And there wouldn’t be a house full of just anybody who could walk in at any time.

  “Just take me,” he breathed. “No need to ask.”

  Well okay then.

  I hopped down from the sink and for a moment wondered at what point I ended up on there. Things were flowing quite nicely; I think I lost track of my own thoughts there for a moment.

  I smiled at the idea that I was so wrapped up in his kisses that I couldn’t remember much of anything else.

  I began to pull him from the room and he followed without hesitation. Marcus was waiting a few feet down the hallway and smiled when he saw us coming.

  “You found your mystery man,” he said, eyeing the guy behind me appreciatively. “What’s your name, tall dark and…” he paused, waiting for the guy to answer.

  “Xavier,” he slurred.

  “Is he coming home with us?” Marcus asked and all I did was nod. “Well okay then.”

  The drive back to my house was quite entertaining. I rode in the back seat with Xavier and he was all hands. Sliding along my thighs, my hips. Wrapping his arms around my waist.

  He kissed along my neck and at times I found my eyes fluttering shut because it felt so good.

  I had a feeling tonight would be one I wouldn’t soon forget.

  Xavier was everywhere.

  Meaning his hands, his mouth, oh that mouth, it was all over me. Touching, tasting, I had never felt this on fire before.

  Clothes were flying and deep gratifying moans filled my room as he continued to consume me.

  Marcus just handed me a box of condoms and said “Have fun” before he walked off to his room on the opposite side of the apartment. So I fully intended to.

  I just might break this boy before morning.

  I was a deprived girl.

  One who spent far too much time doing things I didn’t want and stayed away from those things that would distract me.

  Xavier was a distraction.

  A yummy one, but a distraction nonetheless.

  But just for tonight I’d let him make me forget that, tomorrow, reality would return.

  Chapter Eleven

  Xavier

  I stretched my arms above my head, twisting from side-to-side. My body ached like I spent hours at the gym but I knew I hadn’t been in weeks.

  Fuck even my nipples hurt.

  How is that even possible?

  And my mouth was dry like the desert as I tried to swallow.

  I tasted something, maybe a little sweet.

  I ran my tongue over my teeth and clucked it trying to produce even a small amount of saliva to wet my mouth.

  What the fuck was that flavor?

  “Pineapple,” I said to what I thought was an empty room.

  “You weren’t complaining last night.” I jumped at the sound of a deep raspy voice.

  Looking around an unfamiliar room in a panic, my gaze landed on a man standing only a few feet from the bed. He wore a towel around his waist and looked freshly showered. A wide grin stretched out over his face.

  And in his hand he held a tube of K-Y lubricant. Shaking it from side to side, he tilted his head just slightly and licked his lower lip. “In fact, you were saying you’ve never tasted anything better. You insisted pineapple was your favorite.”

  He wagged his eyebrows suggestively and my stomach began to roll.

  As in huge tsunami fucking waves of anxiety.

  I felt sick.

  “You kept saying ‘more, give me more,’” the guy added and that was all it took.

  I tried to slowly slip from the bed, my eyes still locked on this strange guy who looked at me like he was about to devour me.

  The grin on his face fucking creeped me out, I’m not gonna lie.

  Then he laughed, a deep chuckle as he started tossing the K-Y into the air and catching it. Still grinning.

  I began to move faster because the way my stomach was rolling, I felt at any moment I might be sick.

  In the process of at
tempting to escape, my feet got tangled in the sheets of the bed and I fell to the floor next to the bed, face first.

  My bare ass now in clear view.

  Oh fuck, he moaned, I just knew I heard him moan.

  And on instinct I clenched my ass, doing all I could to cover it with the sheet and my hand.

  “Slow down,” the guy insisted. “I wouldn’t want you hurting the goods.”

  Did I mention I was horrified?

  My stomach still churned at the idea of what we’d done the night before. I had absolutely nothing against homosexuality; it just wasn’t something I was into.

  I scurried across the floor just needing a minute to clear my head. Hoping like hell last night would come back to me.

  Sitting down on the floor of the bathroom next to the running shower, I took a few deep breaths. Running my hand over my stomach and up my chest, my fingers caught on something.

  Pierced?

  My fucking nipples were pierced.

  “I really like those,” the guy said from the doorway, noticing me inspecting them. “I think last night you said something about tugging on them made you hard.”

  And that was all it took.

  I was done.

  I got up on my knees and began heaving.

  My entire body tensed with each gag.

  “Marcus.” A girl’s voice filled the room and I tried to look up but continued to heave.

  “Seriously?” the girl asked again and I was finally able to turn my head to the side. “Leave him alone.”

  It was the girl.

  The one from the “have you ever” game. The one I was looking for all night.

  “You?” I whispered and she knelt down at my side.

  She too had a towel wrapped around her and I looked between the two of them. What in the hell did I get myself into last night?

  How the hell did I end up here? In some crazy-ass threesome?

  At least it could have been two girls.

  And as if she could see the crazy scenarios rolling around in my mind, she smiled.