Tell-Tale Hearts

by H A Blackwood

  “Ugh. You’re a dog with a bone, Gemma.”

  “No, as I recall, you had the bone in you when we left off last night. That could have been the end of the story, except I had dreams about it last night. Dirty, wonderful dreams. I want more.”

  It was her turn to work her straw like it was her job. I looked around, and there was no one within earshot of us. “Okay, you’re right. There’s a little more from back in the day, and then some more recent developments. If I tell you that stuff, will you let it drop? I’m really not proud of it.”

  She reached over and squeezed my hand. “I’ll never mention it again if that’s what you want. And, I promise to give up my own secrets too. How does that sound?”

  “Okay, that’s a deal.” I got ready to tell her the rest of the sordid college tale.

  The Morning After, What a Pill!

  Ten Years Ago

  I woke up Saturday morning, still spooned with Peter. I looked around for the other woman, but she was gone. The only thing that indicated she’d even been there was my clothes, folded neatly in a pile on Peter’s desk. My small purse and cell phone were next to them.

  I realized I’d never gotten her name, and when I closed my eyes, I couldn’t remember what she looked like. I supposed that might be an after-effect of the ecstasy or maybe the fact that I spent more time looking at her body than at her face. I admit I was disappointed she wasn’t there.

  I was also confused. I’d never been with a woman before, and as I knew from my session with Peter, I still loved getting the D.

  But something felt different now. I was thinking about what her pussy tasted like and how much fun it was exploring each other’s bodies. I wanted more of that. It was like a hidden universe that had been opened to me.

  Peter stirred, and when I rolled over to face him, his cock was hard and poked into my stomach. Dammit, I wanted more of that, too.

  I scooted down on the bed and took him into my mouth. Like I said, he was long but not very thick, so he fit in without trouble, but there was no way I was getting the whole thing inside. Just the first half of it would activate my gag reflex.

  He moaned and moved his hips, but he wasn’t awake yet. It’s funny how men can be sound asleep, but their sex organ is fully functional. It really does have a mind of its own. I stroked his shaft, sucking on the top three or four inches, taking as much as I was able to into my mouth. I felt myself getting wet, so I sat up and squatted over him, working his cock back and forth between my lips, getting my juices on him, then started to lower myself. I dropped a few inches, then withdrew, then dropped down a little farther, each time getting more of his shaft wet and slippery. I finally had him all the way in.

  I started working my hips forward and back, feeling him move inside me. It was thrilling, fucking him while he was asleep. I was taking advantage of a man without his consent, and though I was confident he would be okay with it, I felt a hint of that taboo electricity. The wave of pleasure started to build, and I moaned. My body fell forward, and I kept rocking my hips while I sucked and bit at his nipples.

  That woke him up. He opened his eyes and registered a moment of alarm as his brain tried to catch him up on what was happening to his body. I was at the tipping point when he pinched my right nipple with one hand and tickled my clit with the other. That was it, I tumbled off the edge into my orgasm, pulsing and contracting, my pelvic muscles tensing and releasing.

  I kept pumping away at him, and my orgasm stretched on. “Oh my god, cum in me!” I know I screamed it, but it sounded like it came from someone else. Someone with a raspy, lusty voice. I felt his tell, the swelling of his cock head, and braced myself for the torrent of cum he would unleash. I wasn’t disappointed. Over and over, he shot his hot love juice into me, pulsating with each burst, and making me cum again.

  I collapsed on top of him. “Holy Christ. I’m such a slut for you.”

  “You? I was you and your friend’s bitch-boy last night. ‘I’m jerking you off, now eat her out, now fuck her.’ I just did whatever you all told me. And then I wake up, and you’re using me as a sex toy!”

  “And you loved every minute of it.”

  “Fuck, yes, I did. Where is your friend, anyway?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I never met her before last night. I didn’t even get her name.”

  His eye went wide with surprise. “You’re serious? You two seemed like a team, acting in concert with each other. You were so in sync, I just assumed you knew each other or were dating or something.”

  “Nope. I’d never even been with a woman before last night.”

  He was even more surprised by that revelation. “You’re kidding me! You had me fooled.”

  “Me too! I didn’t expect to like it. In fact, I only stayed because I’d had a fight with my friends, and if I left, it would have made them right. I couldn’t give them the satisfaction.”

  “And you got some satisfaction of your own.”

  “Holy shit. Yes, I did. I’m probably going to walk funny for a week, but cumming, what, ten times? A dozen? Totally worth it.”

  “So… what now?”

  I felt absently at my pussy, feeling the hot cum that slowly drained from me like lava. “Now, I go to the restroom, clean up, and head back to my apartment.”

  He had a look on his face that told me that’s not what he meant.

  “Oh, what now for us. Well, I’m single,” as I said that, I realized Philip was all but gone from my mind. I flashed a wide grin. “So, I’m free to let you use that thing on me whenever you want.” I grabbed his penis, which was about half the size limp as it was hard, and wiggled it, flicking drops of his cum all over him. “But I imagine you have someone who’s laid claim to that thing already.”

  “No, actually, I’m between sexy nymphos right now, so I guess we should trade digits.”

  I gave him my number, and he started to provide me with his, but my phone was dead. “Just text me, and I’ll get it when I get to a charger.”

  I slid out of his bed and walked naked down the hall to the bathroom, clothes under my arm, doing my best to channel the woman from last night. I shocked a couple of the boys I passed. One of them must have been in the basement because he said, “Last night was so fucking hot! You’re a goddess!” I blushed, and thanked him, and sequestered myself in the bathroom for a few minutes, peeing and cleaning myself.

  I went to put on my underwear, expecting my white panties with the red heart on them, but instead, the woman had left her teal-pink-and-white plaid g-string.

  I’d never really liked g-strings, but I didn’t want to walk home sans underwear, so I slipped them on. I was surprised that I was a little turned on, knowing she left these for me—I assumed as a reminder of our night together. There could be no other reason. I mean, she would never have confused my panties for hers. It felt like she took mine as a trophy. I felt a tingle as the thin strip of fabric passed between my legs and deep between my cheeks.

  I finished getting dressed and made a semblance of something out of my hair. I returned to Peter's room, where he was just lying naked on the bed with a hard cock.

  “Dammit, that’s not fair!” I exclaimed.

  “Sorry, but this is your fault. If you weren’t hot, and…”

  “DTF? I really can’t. I have to work this afternoon.” I spotted a bottle of lotion on his desk. “Tell you what, I’ll take care of you, but you owe me one!”

  I worked him up and down, the lotion providing the lubrication I needed to make quick work of him. His head rolled back, and he moaned, “Oh, fuuuuck!” I saw the signal and cupped my hand over him while he came again. His hips bucked into the air. A full load of cum cascaded down on his stomach and pubic mound, running down the gap between his leg and scrotum. He wasn’t grossed out by his own cum, which was good, because if I had my way, there’d be a lot more of it to contend with soon. I kissed him and left his room. “Gotta go. Talk to you soon.”

  The trip through the frat house was part cele
brity welcome, and part walk of shame.

  One kid didn’t even have the courtesy to say hello. He just looked up from his phone and said: “Hey, are you going to come back and fuck more of us next week?”

  I didn’t answer, but I knew my face was red. The next couple of guys didn’t seem to recognize me, and then I ran into Boomer. “How are you doing? You really went for it last night. That was legendary.”

  “Uh, thanks, I guess.”

  “Seriously, you’re welcome. I don’t mean that in a creepy way, but it was a fucking epic night. Are you leaving? You need a ride home?”

  I debated it for a second. It would be a ten- to fifteen-minute walk, and my pussy was swollen. Though I had joked about it with Peter, it was uncomfortable to walk. “Sure, that’d be great!”

  “Cool, let me go grab my keys!”

  He disappeared for a minute, returning with keys in hand. He led me outside to an orange Jeep with a soft top and no doors. It coughed into life, and I gave him the name of the apartment complex. He pulled out of the frat’s parking lot and turned left. As he drove, he made his motives clear. “So, listen, I was serious. Your performance will go down in history. It was the best thing I’ve ever been a part of. It was so crazy getting to bang you while you ate that other chick out. I’ll remember last night for the rest of my life.”

  “That’s great,” I said. I didn’t like where this was going. The term “unintended consequences” ran through my head.

  “You should give me your number.”

  “Why?”

  “So, we can hook up again. You know, keep the legend alive.”

  “I don’t think so.” It was puzzling to me that Peter could be part of this same crew, and yet so different from them.

  “Why not? I mean, you already fucked me once last night. Why not hit this again? I know you liked it.”

  We pulled into the apartment complex. My building was on the other side, but I wasn’t going to send him any closer to where I lived. “Right here is good,” I said. “Thanks for the ride!”

  “Whatever. You know, your legend will live on anyway. The video already has over five thousand views.”

  I stopped halfway out of the Jeep. “What video?”

  “It’s on all the sites. ‘Party Girls Take Dick and Eat Pussy.’ You should look it up. It was five stars last I saw.”

  I got out of the Jeep and started running for my apartment. I had no idea they were filming it, but I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. Everyone with a smartphone had a video camera.

  When I got to the apartment, Kelly was beyond pissed and screamed at me the second I walked in. “I can’t believe what a whore you are!”

  I stopped in the doorway. I assumed she had seen the video.

  Sheila walked out of the kitchen. Her face was sad rather than angry. She looked disappointed. “Seriously, Darce, what were you thinking?”

  I got defensive. “Hey, you’re the assholes who dosed me with ecstasy! You’re the ones who kept telling me to get laid.”

  Kelly spun her tablet around and showed me the screen. The video was paused, the frame showing me, on all fours, with my head turned toward a guy who was doing me from behind. A Captain America shield tattoo was visible on his arm. It was Todd. “Not only did you fuck half the Sig Om house, but you fucked the man I explicitly told you I wanted to get with—while eating out a girl like a fucking lesbo! And you let them film your face, you idiot slut! Your life is fucking over. I’m sending this link to everyone you know. Starting with your parents.”

  I didn’t know what to say. Should I try to calm her down? Should I go on the offensive? What was my move here? “Listen, Kel…”

  “Don’t ‘listen, Kel’ me, you slutty whore! Your life is over.”

  I knew what I had to do. I walked past my roommates and went to my room, got my car keys, and walked back out.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going to run off to?” Kelly demanded.

  “The hospital. I’ve been drugged and taken advantage of. I need to get the blood test done before the drug leaves my system. Everyone on that video will go to jail, as will the people who gave me the drugs against my will. Maybe everyone I know will think I’m a whore, but you’ll all be thinking it from prison, and I’ll be free to eat all the lesbian pussy I want!”

  Kelly smirked. “I didn’t drug you. Nothing will happen to me.”

  “Hey!” Sheila protested. “It was your idea! You’re not going to sell me out!” She turned to me. “Darce, I don’t care what you did! I once sucked a guy’s cock for ten dollars! I’m a real whore! Don’t do this to me!”

  Jesus Christ, she just opened her vault. I reminded myself to avoid relying on Sheila in the future. She’d fold under the slightest pressure. Outwardly, I just smiled. I locked eyes with Kelly. “You know, Charles Manson never actually killed anyone, but he’s still in prison for life for suggesting other people do it. It sounds to me like you two have some things to discuss. I’ll leave you to it.”

  I left and got a blood test at the urgent care center. The tech who took my blood was an attractive ruby-lipped young woman whose appearance leaned toward Goth. She smelled like clove and roses and had tattoos trying to escape her short sleeves. I remembered a saying I’d heard from a friend last year when all the freshmen—boys and girls—were rushing out to get inked. “If she gets the ink, she’ll take your dink.” Was that true? Were tattooed women more promiscuous? If so, I should have a full-body tat after last night. As she affixed a label to the tube of blood, I found myself wondering if she was waxed clean, or kept a puff of hair above her lips, or was just full bush under her scrubs.

  What was I doing? I was dealing with the aftermath of an ill-advised night of whoring, and I was mentally undressing the first woman I interacted with—while getting blood drawn to check for illicit drugs I’d been dosed with. What was happening to me?

  “You should really fill out a police report,” the tech said, crashing my sexual thoughts into the ground and setting them on fire.

  I just wanted some leverage to preserve what little of my reputation might be salvageable, not bring the police into this. “No, it’s not like that. I just want to know what I was given. There’s no need to involve the police.”

  She frowned at me. I could tell she was thinking about getting the cops involved anyway.

  “Seriously,” I said. “I was dosed with ecstasy, and I had a great time. I just want to know for sure that’s what it was. That’s all.”

  “Whatever. It’s your co-pay. We should have the results this afternoon.” She ripped a form off a clipboard and handed it to me. I took it to the front desk and paid my fifteen dollars and went home.

  Sheila and Kelly were sitting in the living room when I walked in. Sheila looked like she’d been crying, and Kelly was still pouting, her face getting sourer as I walked by.

  “What did they say?” Sheila asked.

  “We’ll know this afternoon. I hope you haven’t done anything rash, Kelly, because the health center was super keen on getting the cops involved. I held them off—for now.” I continued to my room without listening to anything else either of them had to say. I would go confront them once the test results came back.

  I fired up my laptop, and I checked my email. Kelly had forwarded me the link early that morning, about an hour before I got home. It was in an email she received from one of the Sigma Omega members, and he got it from a secret Facebook group the frat guys were in. The only positive I could find was that the guys at the frat didn’t seem to know my name.

  Hey Kelly – you missed a wild time last night. That friend you brought really enjoyed herself though… and six of the brothers and some random chick Boomer brought for us. Check out who was first in line, the engine of the train. I told you he was no good for you. Sorry to show you this, but I thought you needed to know. I’m here if you need to talk. – JT Parr

  I hated those “I thought you needed to know” people. They always said that when the
y were telling you something that was going to be hurtful, and in my experience, it was because there was something they wanted to gain. Clearly, JT Parr wanted to hook up with Kelly and had no problem selling Todd (and me) down the river to do it. Hell, Todd was probably in on that scheme. The brothers were thick as thieves about this stuff and were perhaps playing off one another to get the other one laid. Dammit, what was I thinking about, getting mixed up with a frat?

  My brain vouched for me. You weren’t yourself last night. You were under the influence of drugs. You would never have done this otherwise.

  I let that thought bounce around my head for a few seconds. My brain was right—I never would have done what I did if I hadn’t been on ecstasy. But I was a willing participant. I also had a lot of sex after the ecstasy had worn off, including letting that woman sit on my face. So, no, it wasn’t just the drugs that made me do it. I would own my decisions.

  I held my breath for a moment and clicked on the link.

  The video was shot so you couldn’t see any of the faces of the guys—the dim lighting helped mask them, and the camera they used must not have been high quality. I didn’t care, I just wanted to see the woman’s face. Unfortunately, she was in shadow, and the cameraman kept panning down to our chests and groins as we writhed on each other in the chair. Once, I saw her profile, but it wasn’t enough for me to be able to recognize her if I saw her on campus.

  I plugged in my headphones and scrolled forward to the point where I got on my hands and knees and started to service the mystery woman. Watching myself with my face in her crotch gave me the quickening. That was me on the screen, eating pussy. If I wasn’t convinced it had happened, there it was in grainy low-def on my laptop screen.

  Todd moved in behind me and slid a finger into my pussy, and I whipped my head around. That was the image Kelly had frozen on her tablet when I walked in this morning. Over the noise and laughter of the frat brats, I heard myself say, “Fuck me!”

  Todd dropped his pants and fell to his knees, aiming his dart at my bullseye. He hit the mark, going deeper with each thrust until he was pounding me at full speed. When he came, he moaned, “Oh, my god!” He went through his vinegar strokes, pulled out of me, and backed out of the frame. No one moved for a moment, and the woman shouted, “Fuck her!”