Being More Social - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Being More Social - Chapter 9

... "But it'll be your word against mine. This is the only way I know you won't tell." "I won't stand for this." I told her angrily. "I thought you were kind. I thought you were a good person. A kind person." Fire entered her eyes. "I AM a good person." She yelled back at me. Lowering her voice, she added, "And If you don't leave me be, I'm going to scream rape right now." "Oh my God, May..." I uttered in a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "Don't call my bluff." She firmly stated. "I'm a good person, I just made a mistake." "Then own up to it!" I angrily spat back. "If we keep it a secret, no harm will be done. If we spill the beans, people will judge me." May defended herself. "I'm judging you pretty damn hard right now." I fired back. "You can't be serious." "Want to find out?" She challenged me. "Get out." She then drew in a large breath of air like she was about to shout. From the look of her face, it looked like she was serious. I threw up my hands in resignation and exited the room, shutting the door behind me. I instantly collapsed against the same door. Jesus Christ. I just cheated on Megan. I just cheated on Megan with my crush, who turned out to be ten times as manipulative and cruel. Holy shit. 'Was it worth it?' My mind asked me. 'I sure fucking hope it was, you idiot.' Strangely enough, a small chuckle built up from within me. I felt like absolute garbage, but I found myself laughing. Almost every girl I became friends with so far liked me. All of those girls were ...

... manipulative as hell, in one way or another. All of those girls had something going wrong upstairs. And all of those girls managed to find a way to hurt me, badly. I kept up my laugh until it hurt, until it turned into a cry. I needed to go home. I pulled out my phone, realizing I needed to call in Paul for that favor. I turned it on to see I had a message from Megan. Hey handsome! How was the party?? :) :) Well, that really stung. As I read that text over and over to myself, I realized that even though Megan and I didn't click, she was sweet, and kind, and deserved to know. You know what? Being called a rapist would be hell, but it's what I deserved. I didn't care what May said, I was going to do the right thing. Megan deserved it. She sure as hell deserved better than me. I then realized that I only gave Paul my number, not the other way around, when God essentially sent me a message of his own, telling me he had my back. Hey, how's the party? You doing alright? Paul texted me. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks, God. This may seem sudden, but could I get a ride home? Like, now? I texted back. Immediately I got a response. Meet me outside the front entrance. Words could not describe the relief, shame, guilt, and confusion I felt. *** Before going downstairs, I freshened up in the washroom, and shortly after, I bolted out of the house to find Paul leaning against his crappy Caravan. "Hey." He waved to me. "Let's go mobile. After this I gotta come back and drive May home." I ...