In part 2, Ben goes to the party and gets humiliated by a group of teenage girls. After sulking for a bit, he finds a young, drunk girl who he can't resist.
Ben opened his eyes and jumped out of his skin. He frantically searched for his alarm clock and realized it was almost six o’clock. The party was already well on its way. He hopped off his bed and ran to the closet, pulling on his swimming trunks and a fresh t-shirt. He stopped when he came across the 30-pack of beer on the floor. Did he really want to be around people now? If he was sent into such a deep and sudden depression just by sitting in the mall, how would he react if he sat all alone at a party, completely ignored by the others? Time was ticking. It would still take at least another twenty minutes to bike to the house where the party was. Of course he could just creep back into his bed, open the 30-pack, and forget about the whole thing.
Ben was frozen in indecision, picking at his bottom lip. Getting drunk by himself was an attractive option. Then he remembered the vision he had had the day before. The beautiful unknown girl in his arm, the situation he had always dreamed about. A chance to turn things around. Whether he ended the night wallowing in self-pity, or having the time of his life, rocking some teen ass, would remain to be seen. He grabbed the 30-pack and rode off on his bicycle.
He arrived at the street where the party was being held, chained his bike to a post, and made his way to the front door. He had a large, suspicious looking backpack full of alcohol. There were high-schoolers on the front lawn, chatting away. Ben could hear noise coming from inside – the unmistakable rhythmic thumping of music. He stood outside the door and looked around uncertainly. He raised his hand to the doorbell, but thought better of it. He opened the door and walked in.
The foyer of the large house was packed with teenagers. He made his way through the loud crowd, out into the backyard by the pool. When he got to the back yard his jaw dropped. There must have been well over two hundred people around the pool and backyard. The music was blasting from two large black speakers at the far end of the pool. Ben immediately started feeling nervous. Hadn’t the invite said only like twenty people would be attending? Fuck. He felt a trickle of cold sweat running down his neck. How was he going to handle this? He started fumbling nervously with his phone in his pocket. There were no visible places where he could sit and be hidden from the crowd. He was still debating where he could sit without being noticed when he felt a hard slap his back.
“Benny!” It was Zach. “Dude! I thought you wouldn’t come.”
Ben could smell alcohol on Zach’s breath.
“Yupp. I made it.” Ben gave him a numb smile.
Zach’s eyes lagged off to the side, then shot back at Ben, as if noticing him for the first time. A new song started thumping through the speakers.
“Dude, there’s so much tail here!” He yelled into Ben’s ear. “Look at all that high school pussy!”
A girl walked past the two and gave them a deliberate look of disgust. She was carrying a red cup filled to the brim with beer. Zach and Ben stared at her heart shaped ass as she walked. Zach let out a drunken laugh and threw his arm around Ben’s neck. Ben forced out a nervous chuckle of his own. The parents were obviously not home, and all depended on Zach to make sure no havoc was wreaked in his house. Ben doubted that Zach would be of much use if he was already this plastered only two hours into the party.
A group of two girls passed by again, Zach slid off Ben and followed them. He could hear Zach blabbering his name and age, the two girls giggled and turned their backs on him.
“Aww, come on!” He mewled . “Give Uncle Zach sum love!”
It made Ben feel slightly better knowing he wasn’t the only one being pushed away by the female population. He looked around again, scanning the pool area for a hideout. A girl was sitting on a chair by herself, staring right at Ben. He immediately averted his eyes. He spotted a small bench behind a row of pool chairs. Ben hurried over and took a seat, placing the backpack next to him on the bench. With a shaking hand, he unzipped the bag and tore the pack open. He took two out, opened the first, and drank half the can in a few quick gulps. He sat back and waited for the first buzz of the alcohol to hit him. Slowly, he started feeling calmer. This was what he needed, he thought. When the first can was finished he opened the second, making quick work of it. He dropped the can to the side and reached over for his third when something caught his attention. A flash of blond hair and a familiar beautiful face.
His anxiety returned immediately when he recognized the girl from the mall. He fumbled with a beer and put it to his lips, keeping his eyes on her. She had a body to match her face. Well proportioned, with smooth, tanned skin. Ben looked at her crotch. His mind flooded with images of what might be hidden under those thin black bikini bottoms. Was she cleanly shaven? Were her lips soft and puffy? How would it feel running his tongue up her vagina? Ben felt his pants stirring. The all too familiar feeling of shame coursed through him. He was perving over a girl at least five years younger than him, a girl who would surely be freaked out if she realized he was staring at her.
There were teenagers swimming in the pool, throwing a ball, flirting, dunking each other’s heads under water. There was no way Ben was going in that pool. What would he do? Lean his elbows on the edge with a stupid grin on his face? Speak of being creepy. He decided to stay put and break out the whiskey. If nothing else, he could at least sit and enjoy the view of teen ass walking around for the remainder of the party. He sipped the whiskey straight from the bottle. The pool chairs in front of him were occupied by a group of girls about 17 years old. All of them were wearing sunglasses of ridiculous shapes and sizes. Their bikinis were tight and their ass cracks were delightfully visible. Ben got a jolt of excitement every time one of them turned their back to him or bent over to pick something up. One girl in particular had an exceptional body. Firm B-cups, flat belly, and a curvaceous little bubble-butt. She was standing and drying her hair, deep in conversation with the other girls. Ben stared at her openly, and looked away casually when her head turned in his direction. He got a good look at her breasts again and held his stare.
“Excuse me,” the girl said suddenly. “What’s your problem?”
Ben looked to her right to see who she was talking to. No-one was there.
“You know, I can see you looking at me, dude.”
Fuck. She was talking to him. He cursed under his breath. Of course she could see out the corner of her eyes, despite the huge sunglasses.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.” She turned to face him.
Ben turned slowly in her direction. The other girls were also watching him. Although he couldn’t read the looks on their faces, he was pretty confident they were also freaked out by him. He saw that the pretty blond girl form the mall had noticed the situation as well.
“Uh… I… Um… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He stuttered.
His heart was beating at an unreal pace. He started to feel sick. He felt like he was a kid caught stealing in a shop, and now he was being pinned down by the adults.
“That’s pretty gross of you.” Another girl chimed in. “Just sitting there, perving on us. How old are you, anyway?”
He felt like he was going to be sick. He wanted to apologize again but no sound came out of his mouth.
“I’m really sorry.” It was barely a whisper, his voice had abandoned him.
But the girls hadn’t heard him. They had turned their heads back and continued their conversation, only in a lower, quieter tone than before.
Ben couldn’t spare another glance at the girls. He realized he was shaking profusely, more sweat streaming down the side of his flushed face. Any minute now he would throw up. He quietly gathered his backpack and slithered away, keeping his eyes three paces in front of him the whole way. He found a new place to sit on the opposite side of the pool. He settled down, grabbed a beer, and anxiously scanned the area for anyone who might call him out again.
He noticed the girl he had seen watching him when he was talking to Zach, she was sitting in the same place she had been half an hour ago. When she realized that he had caught her staring, she looked away quickly.
He took her in carefully. She seemed to be somewhat younger than the rest. She was wearing a soft white shirt and tight little denim shorts. She had pretty eyes and dark brown hair, Ben thought drunkenly, and although she would probably have trouble keeping the pounds off later in life, she had a decent body. She was almost as inactive as Ben was, occasionally exchanging a few words with one of the others, but mostly keeping to herself, taking frequent sips from a red cup. Every so often, she stole a glimpse at Ben. It amused him. Chicky wants my dicky.
The backpack was becoming lighter as he finished off the beers one by one, tossing the empty cans aside. After another hour he was almost halfway through the 30-pack when his bladder felt like it was going to burst. The last thing he wanted was to go back into crowded house, surrounded by complete strangers who would ignore him, or, worse, stare at him.
Ben was considering pissing in his swimming trunks on the spot when he caught sight of the young girl again. She had changed seats, and was now sitting directly opposite him. The two were separated by no more than ten feet. Chicky is as needy as I am, he thought. Ben scanned the area. Many people had gone inside to continue drinking and dancing. Although letting his bladder loose on the spot would have saved him a lot of effort, he decided to save himself any more embarrassment, he grabbed his whiskey and heaved himself off his ass. The good thing about inside, he told himself, was that Chicky over in the corner wouldn’t be devouring his soul through her eyes anymore.
The pounding of music got louder as he neared the back door. The calm that the booze had blessed him with was disappearing, and any liquid courage he might have gained after being scolded by those bitchy girls seeped away. Ben filled his lungs with fresh air, took a swig of his health potion, and marched into the house. He tried to look confident, but realized that he was so invisible to everyone, that if he had been completely naked with a large, pink bow tied around his cock, no-one would have batted an eye.
He neared a large, dark room on the left. The music was deafeningly loud at first, but as his ears accustomed to it, he dared to inch a little closer. Strobe lights raked the ceiling and walls, and peppered the heads of a hundred dancing teens with specks of light. Fear stabbed at Ben, but he inched closer into alien territory. He could make out voices now, and a faint cheering started to emanate from deeper in the house. Against his better judgment, he followed the source of cheering, going deeper into the darkness. The sound he was following died away, and soon he was completely surrounded, boxed in by strangers who were dancing, writhing, laughing. Ben’s anxiety was on the verge of peaking as the flickering lights blinded him, and readied to push his way to safety when he heard it again.
The high pitched cheers of girls were punctuated by an occasional ‘Whoop!’ A circle was formed around two figures, and as he came nearer Ben could make out the name ‘Alyssa’ being yelled. He looked over the tops of a few heads and saw a girl - that same blond girl from the mall, the same beautiful young woman who had watched as he was humiliated - locking lips with a boy.
The crowd was cheering because the two were the most popular kids in the local high school, and they were making out right there in the open. Ben froze in place. She looked sensual as she arched her back, pulling him into her lips. Her hair had fallen to the side of her face as she moved her hips along with his.
“Yeah Alyssa!” a girl right next to Ben yelled.
Ben’s left ear rang and he stifled the urge to punch her in the face. He focused on the blond girl – Alyssa – and ran his memory, trying to think of whether he had seen the boy at the mall with her earlier today. The sounds around him were merging into white noise. He stared at them, his face expressionless. Time seemed to slow down. What felt like twenty minutes of staring couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. Finally, Ben tore his gaze away, turned around, and pushed through the crowd. He opened the bathroom door and slipped inside, and turned the lock behind him. He stumbled to the toilet and knelt over it. Envy seared into his heart like molten iron, and he vomited into the toilet bowl. After his stomach had calmed down, he settled against the wall, and let tears roll down his cheeks.
Here he was, a twenty two year old at a high school party, drunk and crying because someone else had kissed the girl he wanted. Jesus Christ. A surge of puke escaped his mouth again, and he leaned over the toilet just in time.
***
Ben felt four inches tall as he scurried out of the house. He felt like everyone could see right through him. As if they all knew how pathetic he was. He rinsed his mouth with his drink, and the taste of vomit subsided. The fresh air outside felt welcoming, and the relative quiet of the night helped clam his nerves. He plopped down on a stone bench and let out a deep sigh. He rested his head back and closed his eyes. The night had been a complete fucking waste. He should have followed his instincts and stayed locked up in his room, safe, safe from all the fuckers who roamed the world outside. Another audible sob escaped him. All that had been achieved was an affirmation on his views on the outside world. It was simply a nightmare for those like him. He had wept over a girl he didn’t even know, how could he possibly feel any good about himself? At that moment, he felt lower than he had felt in his entire life.
Ben sat in silence, eyes still closed, and sipped at his whiskey. A cool breeze blew by, and he smelled the fresh summer air. The half empty bottle spilled out of his limp hand as a haze descended over him. The summer night felt beautiful. It was heaven compared to that god-forsaken dance floor. He was vaguely aware of the puddle of whiskey forming around his right foot. The universe was quiet. Alyssa stood before him, the two looked at each other. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. He was lifted off the ground and floated up towards the sky. He fell up into the deep, dark night as if gravity had decided to reverse itself.
His eyes snapped open as he regained consciousness. He panicked and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He was relieved to find that only half an hour had passed since he left the house. At his feet his empty whiskey bottle lay on its side. Ben grimaced as he shook booze off his sneaker sole. When he looked up across the pool, he burst out laughing. There was that same damn girl. She was leaning against a pillar of the house in what she must have thought was an attractive position, still with a cup in her hand, looking right at him. She was cute, Ben thought, but in the way a kitten or a teddy bear was cute. Her attempt at trying to look sexy was ridiculous.
Ben paused for a moment, then stood up and slowly walked over to her. He giggled at her again. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but he couldn’t just leave poor girl ogling him all night. He could see her eyes widen as he approached her. She constantly readjusted her position until he stood right in front of her. She was at least a head shorter than Ben. There was a patheticness to how she looked up at him with hope in her eyes.
“Ya know, sweetie.” Ben slurred. “I seen you watching me the whole time, and I’m telling ya-”
He stumbled backward, lost his footing, and landed flat on his ass. She jumped in surprise. Ben looked up at her and continued his speech from the ground.
“And I’m telling ya, you see those girls in there?” He nodded at the house. No response from her.
“Those are the kinds of girls I like.” His words were slurring terribly. “Real women.”
The two were still for a moment. Then Ben said, “I’d fuck them, coz’, they’re hot… and you’re not.”
He broke into laughter at his own joke, rolling onto his side and resting his head on the pavement. She bent down to help him up, but he pushed her roughly away. She watched him for a moment, then sat down next to him, legs crossed. Long minutes of silence passed, Ben weaved in and out of sleep. Visions of his mother came to him, frequently replaced by thoughts of Alyssa. The other guy’s arm around her waist taunted Ben.
When Ben came to, he realized that a hand was resting on his shoulder and immediately shrugged it off. When he opened his eyes again he realized that the outside lights had been dimmed. The girl was still sitting in front of him. The night air had brought a chilly wind down on them. It must be getting late. Ben looked at her painted little toes.
“How old are you?” He asked her.
Her voice was soft, “Sixteen.”
His eyes roamed over her legs and moved to her crotch. It was the first good look he had really taken at her. She was definitely cute, but nothing more. Her legs were damn smooth, that was for sure. She had a very girlish quality about her, even for her age. Her denim shorts hugged her waist tightly and rode up high into her hips. He reached a hand out and put it on her ankle. He could feel the girl tense. Her skin was soft. Ben stroked her shin. Her skin was pleasantly smooth. An erection started forming in his pants. Ben thought about the events of the night. It felt like it was days ago when he had thrown his temper tantrum over Alyssa. The girls who had called him out for staring at him seemed like a distant memory.
Ben sat up, and lifted himself to his feet. He swayed a bit but regained his footing. He stood still for a moment and wondered what time it was, then turned and walked towards the house. He stopped for a moment and looked back at the girl sitting on the ground. Those big eyes were waiting for him to say something.
Ben sighed, “Come.”
She jumped up and followed him like a puppy.
“What’s your name?”
Her voice was too soft for him to make out what she had said. Something like Mary-Ann, or Mary-Anna. The party was still raving inside the house, people were still dancing and drinking. To his delight, Ben spotted a liquor cabinet. He wondered why it hadn’t been raided yet. He was surprised to find it unlocked and stacked with booze. He spotted an unopened bottle of tequila. He grinned widely as he pulled it out, unscrewed the top, and took a bunch of long gulps.
“You know you shouldn’t do that.” A boy said off to Ben’s side.
“Fuck off.”
He handed the bottle to the girl, who was still standing close to him.
“Drink, Mary-Anna”
She did, and coughed most of it up. When she looked at him, he pointed at the bottle impatiently, and she took another few forced sips. Ben took the girl by the wrist and dragged her up the stairs. There were people in the hallway, some sitting around with a beer, some making out. Ben ploughed his way through the hall, attracting more than a few angry stares. When he came to the bathroom at the end of the hall, he roughly shouldered a kid out of the way. He pulled the girl into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
The door and walls were thick enough to dull the outside noise to a low hum. He grabbed her and started kissing her deeply, wrapping his arms around her waist. She responded by arching her lower back and pressing her hips to his. It had been years since Ben had actually touched a woman, and his rapidly expanding cock proved that. Within moments his penis was rock hard in his shorts, pressing into her belly. Her sixteen year old mouth was sweet, and she flipped her tongue against his. He pushed her away from him and started fumbling with the button on her tight little shorts.
“Wha… What are we gonna do?” She asked him.
“Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll make you feel real good,” He leaned into her, “I promise.”
He looked the young girl in the eye and put on his best smile. Her tone was more cautious and uncertain than he would have liked. The last fucking thing he needed right now was for her to bitch out and leave him hanging. But his sweet talk seemed to be working. She was smiling shyly and had her eyes averted to the side. Perfect, Ben thought.
Once he had wrestled her shorts and underwear off, he knelt in front of her for a moment to observe his hard won prize. Her legs were still closed and he could just see the beginning of her young pussy lips. The aroma drifting from her sex was beautiful. It had been way too long since he had had the pleasure of taking in the scent of a woman. He softly kissed her on the pubis, right above her vagina. The girl shuddered in response and cupped her hands around the back of his head. Ben pushed her legs slightly apart and put his mouth on her. The girl gasped and pulled his head hard into her.
Ben stood up, looked her in the eye, and gave her a tender kiss. As her tongue wrapped around his he put a hand around her throat, squeezing softly. He felt her shudder again. He pulled her into him with his free arm and felt her legs going slightly loose. He held her up by her neck and pulled away from her, looking her in the eye. Ben didn’t see a girl. He saw a fresh piece of meat. He lifted her up to the sink and sat her down on the edge. His one hand held her butt cheek while the other moved down between her legs. The girls legs shook gently as he softly stroked his fingers up the inside of her thigh. Ben kissed her deeply and lightly touched her pussy. Her legs automatically snapped shut around his hand. It’s her first time, he thought, smiling to himself. This is going to be fucking awesome.
He kissed her on the cheek and pulled her knees apart. He stroked up and down her snatch as gently as possible, occasionally teasing the entrance with the tip of his middle finger. When he thought she was warmed up enough, he worked a finger inside, and a second followed. He allowed himself to savour her tight, wet love tunnel around his fingers, then he began sliding them all the way in. She gasped and gripped him tightly around his neck with both arms. He pulled his fingers out and lifted them to his mouth to enjoy her flavour. He slid them back in and out a few more times, then brought his hand up to her mouth.
“Open.” He said.
She looked at him uncertainly, then at his hand. She opened her mouth just a little and took the tip of one finger in. Ben slowly slid it into her mouth as he had with her vagina. Her eyelids drooped when she started sucking on his fingers. When all the juices were off, he took his hand away and lifted her up off the counter again, this time placing her on her feet. He pushed her down to her knees and undid his shorts. She eagerly grabbed his waist band and pulled down. Ben’s cocked jumped out and stood in its full glory. The girl’s eyes widened, and she looked up at Ben.
“Ever seen one like that?” Ben said.
She swallowed and shook her head.
“Put your hand on it.” He said, “That’s it. Good.”
Her small hand wrapped around his cock, gently stroking it up and down. Ben took the back of her head and pulled it toward him. She opened her mouth just a little bit, and Ben pushed his dick in between her lips. Her wet mouth felt amazing.
“Ahhh. That’s it sweetie.”
He started moving her head back and forth on his dick, slipping in a little deeper every time. She closed her eyes and instinctively started bobbing her head back and forth. Ben let go of her head and leaned back. The girl was sucking his cock like a whore, one small hand placed at the base of his penis and taking the rest into her mouth. She was clearly enjoying it, and Ben found it amusing. He leaned back in pleasure as the teenage girl blew him. After a few minutes Ben lifted her back up and handed her the bottle of tequila.
“Drink.”
She obediently drank before gagging on the cheap alcohol. He took her and pushed her to the toilet. He positioned her so that she was on her haunches, leaning her back against the toilet rim. He sat down in front of her, scooted in underneath her and held her hips with his hands. Her hot snatch was right above his pulsing dick when she asked, “Shouldn’t you wear a condom?”
Ben laughed and pulled her onto him, lifting his hips off the ground at the same time. She let out a moan of shock when as he penetrated her wetness. His dick only got so far until he had to lift her back up and settle her down on his cock again. Her eyes were closed and she had a grimace on her face. Ben took his hands off her and let her take control. After the initial pain subsided she went down again, lifted herself up, then down again until he was all the way inside her. He held her tight to him until she started quivering with need.
“Fuck me.” She whispered.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you honey.”
“Fuck me. Please.” She said in a small voice.
He let her hips go and she started bouncing up and down on his cock, leaning her hands on his chest. The silky smooth inside of her pussy wrapped tightly around Ben as they made love. Her juices were spilling onto his waist and running down his sides. Ben looked up at her. She looked like a total slut pumping her hips down on his, her head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth slightly open.
The thought seemed to come out of nowhere. Suddenly the image of his nightmares flashed before him. He saw a stuttered image of the grown man having sex with the young girl in the dark alley. Ben could clearly see his young mother’s face, eyes shut tight, biting her bottom lip. The dark figure was grunting as he forcefully slammed in her, over and over, making her small body hit the wall with every thrust. He pushed the girl off him and tried to shake the image from his mind. Ben closed his eyes and lay still for a moment, trying to regain his composure. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed the girl looking at him with a hurt look in her eyes. Ben ignored her. He stood up slowly and leaned over the sink. The girl got up as well and followed him. He turned on the faucet and splashed some water onto his face, then leaned forward and looked at his reflection.
Was he becoming the man his father was? A sadistic, heartless drunk that slept with underage girls? He thought about Alyssa. He thought about how she had not even acknowledged him, treating him like a pile of dirt. That familiar rage was building up inside him once again. He grabbed the bottle of liquor and took a deep gulp, pulling a face as he swallowed the alcohol.
The girl was standing behind him, slightly to the left. She had been watching him intently all the while.
“Are you okay?” She asked softly, touching his arm.
Ben yanked his arm away. All these years of trying to be a better person had been a complete fucking waste. He had worried about being more likable, someone who could fit into the crowd, someone who was appreciated. He wanted a woman who he could love and take care of. Why did those girls always go for the douchebags? There is no place in the world for the fickle of heart, Ben decided. Everyone who has ever had the pleasure of success, of friendship, and of a beautiful woman, achieved their goals by fending for themselves, by lying, by pretending to be something they were not. Just like his own father. Being kind had only gotten Ben fucked over and friend-zoned in his life. The nice guy always finishes last. Always.
Ben looked up at the reflection of the girl. She was still standing there, looking at his back. There was a slight frown on her face and tears were welling up in her eyes. Ben heaved a deep sigh, turned around, and kissed the girl fiercely. This time there was no emotion in the kiss, just the rush of pure animal instinct. Let’s give this girl something to cry about, he thought.
Ben spun her around and bent her over the counter. He moved up behind her and bent his knees slightly. He let his member rest between her satin soft ass cheeks and took a moment to savour the feeling. He spotted a bottle of lotion in the corner and grabbed it. He squirted a generous amount onto his penis, then tossed the bottle over his back. Ben re-positioned himself and grabbed the girl roughly by the hips. For the first time years, a real grin formed on his face.
The apple doesn't fall far, does it?
He rammed his cock all the way up into her ass. The girl’s head jerked up as she let out a cry. Ben was sure everyone outside could hear him violate her, but he couldn’t have cared less. Her anal canal was unbelievably tight, there was no way she didn’t feel any pain. He pulled out slowly, looked down at the beautiful view of his penis slipping out from in between her soft, white cheeks and slammed into her again, this time pulling her into him by her shoulders. She elicited another painful moan. Ben was in absolute ecstasy at the idea of having his penis buried to the hilt in a teen girl’s ass. He continued pumping in and out, lifting her off her feet a little every time he thrust into her. The girl’s moans started becoming more drawn out, and he could see in the reflection of the mirror how her face showed the intense pleasure of having his hard cock lodged up her ass. He was closing in on an orgasm when he pulled out to catch his breath.
Ben took the tequila bottle again and pressed it to the girl’s mouth, forcing more alcohol down her throat. She coughed and tried to pull away, but he held her jaw shut tight until liquor started dribbling out of her mouth. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her down to her knees in front of him. She immediately took him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked his hard cock.
“That’s it baby,” Ben muttered. “Taste your own ass on my cock.”
She moaned and looked up at him. He still had a fistful of her hair tightly wound in his hand, and he pushed deeper into her small, wet mouth. Her knees were splayed open, her hands reached around her back and spread her butt cheeks. She slipped a finger into her bum, making a high pitched “mhm, mhm” sound every time his dick slid to the back of her throat. A tingling sensation started coursing through Ben’s spine and slowly spread throughout his body. It slowly built in intensity – a rollercoaster nearing its peak. Then the orgasm hit him. Ben stiffened as jolt after jolt of pure, animalistic pleasure shot through him. Ropes of cum splashed into the girl’s mouth, filling her up and dripping over her chin. Still she kept sucking energetically, swallowing as much of his semen as she could. When Ben’s orgasm finally subsided he pushed her away.
“Holy shit,” he said, heaving deep breaths. “Holy fucking shit.”
He looked down at the young girl. She was still fingering herself and lapping up the last bits of cum that had dripped onto her small tits. Judging by her still vigorous pleasuring of her ass Ben figured he must have turned her into an anal whore within a matter of minutes.
He stumbled to the sink counter again, leaning on the edge with one elbow and held the tequila in his other hand. The combination of alcohol coursing through his veins and the post-orgasm feeling gave him a pleasant buzz. He thought about what he had just done. For the first time in his life he had interacted with a person without any emotion attached. He had fucked the teenager without abandon, without caring one bit. Not caring. Was that the only reason he was always so miserable, because he cared? He laughed and took another swig from the bottle. Others who were happy in life didn’t seem to give a shit. He had seen it all throughout high school. He was surprised that he had only realized it now. The less you care about others, the happier you are, he decided.
Ben glanced over at the girl. She was still on her the ground, stark naked, looking up at him with hazy eyes. He thought he saw a trickle of liquid running down the inside of her leg. He walked over to her and gave her a slap on her flushed cheek.
“Thanks honey,” he said, and turned away.
Ben made his way out of the bathroom, zipping up his shorts and putting his t-shirt back on as he left. It was four in the morning, and there were kids scattered around the hallway. They were mostly piss drunk and passed out. He looked back at the girl in the bathroom. Her eyes were now closed. Her bladder must have let loose from all the booze, she was urinating on the floor. Her small teenage tits jiggled as she continued to masturbate like a bitch in heat. Ben felt a pang of pity for her. She was just another pathetic being, just like him, taking up extra space in the hateful shit-storm of life. It occurred to him that it was the one and only thing they would ever have in common: They were both nobodies.
Ben walked away, leaving the door open for the rest to see the girl, on her knees, fingering herself in a puddle of her own piss.
The last thought that crossed Ben’s mind as he left was, like father, like son.