September 28

So, I found out whom my one night stand was- this girl, Alicia, who just transferred into my Spanish class a week ago. I could tell she had forgotten who I was, too. She looked at me, and waved and smiled. Then she slyly made sexy faces at me when the teacher wasn't looking. I tried to duck down in my seat.

After class, she walked up to me, obviously curious about my lack of interest in her flirting.

"Hey, you," she said. "You DO recognize me, don't you?" She gave me a playful poke. Oh, it was pretty unlike me, but at the time, I just wanted to keep Shelly for a bit longer. Shelly couldn't find out about me cheating on her, though I did only do it once. Well, twice if you count Jesse. But she deserved it. Anyways, I couldn't explain this to Alicia.

"Um... I have a girlfriend," I told her.

"So?" she smiled, her smile turning to a frown when she saw I was serious. "Didn't you say she didn't own you?"

"Well, yeah, but I meant that... one time might be okay, but..." Words began to fail me. "See, I had a lot to drink that night..." She shook her head and started to walk away in disgust. I grabbed her arm. "Hey, don't tell anyone, okay? Don't tell anyone... about us." She pulled her arm free and walked away. She never did say she wouldn't tell anyone.

Because she did tell someone.

She told lots of people. In fact, I think she told everyone BUT Shelly. I think the idea was that if she told Shelly straight, she'd feel guilty and like a slut. This way, she knew the "secret" would eventually get around to Shelly. The only thing is, she spread various lies about me. And that's what really pissed me off. I found out she said things about me being "not that great" and me having a small dick and other bullshit.

I don't have a small dick. I am well above the average size and I don't think I'm bragging when I say I fuck well. See, I normally wouldn't care about what one girl said. The problem is: she spread a lie and girls seemed to believe it. I had noticed that some girls were paying less attention to me or even giving me strange looks before a female friend of mine informed me of what she heard.

"What the fuck," I said.

"Hey, that's what I heard," Paz said.

"What a bitch..."

This was all only moderately annoying. Until the inevitable- Shelly walked up to me during lunch, mad as all hell. I knew she had found out.

"Hey Shelly," I said, doing a very bad job of not acting guilty.

"Did you cheat on me?" she asked angrily. I tried to answer, but she cut me off. "You did, didn't you? All I asked is that you not fuck other girls! Is that too much to ask?"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" First of all, that's not all she asked of me. She could be downright bossy sometimes. Second, apparently it WAS too much to ask. But I had to think of something else to say, because the points I have just listed were not very good reasons for her to stay with me. "Um... look...," I stalled. I was so busy thinking, I didn't notice Alicia approach me.

"Hey, Mark, you never call," Alicia said suggestively.

"Alicia, this is not a good time," I told her, wondering why she said what she did. I figured out later the little bitch probably made her untimely appearance on purpose. I turned back to Shelly.

"You lousy bastard!" she yelled. "And at the party you brought me to! Surprised I know? Well, I hear people talk!"

"Listen, Shelly-"

"Just tell me, who is it? You bitch, it better not be Sharon!"

"It's not... I didn't fuck Sharon!" I said honestly. Goddamn Alicia reentered the conversation.

"Who's Sharon?" Alicia inquired. "Don't tell me you're scamming on three women? You really don't care about anyone do you?"

"Excuse me!" Shelly interrupted Alicia. "We're trying to..." She stared at Alicia. "It's you isn't it?" She looked at me. "It's her isn't it?!"

Long story short: I get slapped by Shelly and both of them walk away. Shelly was mad at Alicia at first, but I think they united and built a friendship based on their hatred of me. Isn't that sweet.

"And the thing that pisses me off so much is that so many girls believe what she said about me!" I said to Paz, the last girl I could talk to.

"Well, you've only began your junior year," Paz reasoned. "Your reputation of being a stud hasn't spread yet." I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or sincere. "Well, don't worry. I don't believe them," she said suggestively. She's always saying stuff like that.

"Thanks. If only I had screwed Alicia another time just to shut her up."

"Ah, whatcha gonna do?"

Good question. I sat there wondering what I was going to do. Dark desires ran through my mind, each of them growing more and more appealing. As an evil grin grew on my face, Paz looked at me with a mix of curiosity and disapproval.

"Oh, I'm going to do something, alright," I mumbled.

October 3

I had figured that all Alicia wanted was a good fucking, so I finally called her up and asked her if she wanted to go out with me. However, she evidently now thought I was a "loser," because of my bad rep. So I had to ask Mikey to get her to take her out. Mikey is a good looking guy, and I knew she would accept.

The party was at Devin's house. Devin is a bit of a nerd, but a good pal. He was happy to lend a hand with my vindictive efforts. I knew this was more because of Alicia than because of me, but it didn't matter.

It began as a sub-par party, though its mediocrity was almost expected because it was a Monday night. I hung out in the corner, not saying much, just watching some TV. There were a few good looking girls there and I was single again, but I had to make sure everything went according to plan, so I generally stayed away from the party and its attendees.

The plan was perfect. Mikey kept giving Alicia cups of beer and we just waited for Mikey to get her all good and intoxicated. It may have helped that the party was suck, thus furthering Alicia's desire to drink.

By the time the party was ending, she was pretty wasted. Nowhere near as drunk as Shelly at the last party, but definitely off.

It probably was my evil grimace that gave her the first feeling of fear. It wasn't quite supervillan evil. Nay, I had been staring at her for five minutes with a sort of lustful intrigue- analyzing her body, remembering what it felt like and looked like naked. I began to remember her smell, charging my id with the sensual memories of Alicia. This fused with my anger and frustration of the unjust punishment I had been dealt, making me desire to force myself upon her right then and there.

"Let's go now," she said nervously to Mikey. Mikey handed her another drink. She pushed it away. "No, really, I should be getting home."

"You know, ...I think I'm drunk." He then did his impression of a drunken pause, not that it mattered. She was too drunk to tell if he was really drunk or acting. "I am definitely too drunk to drive." I'll get someone to take us." He walked towards me.

"No!" she whispered. "He... um, doesn't like me." She didn't have much of a choice. There were only a few guys still at the house. The females had left by this time.

"Nah, he's cool. Come on." Mikey walked over to me, dragging Alicia by her hand. "Hey, man," he began, "I am so wasted... can you take Alicia home? I'm just going to crash here."

"Sure," I said enthusiastically. "No problem." I took Alicia's hand and started to lead her through the house. "You live in Wilmington Heights, right?" She affirmed this. I led her into the bedroom.

"Wait," she said. "This isn't the front door."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, well,... you didn't expect for me to do it for free, did you?" She drew back. Although drunk, Alicia knew exactly what was going on.

"You want me to fuck you so you'll take me home?"

"No, no, no... Just suck on it. ...It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

"I don't believe this..."

"Come on... if it's as small as you say, it shouldn't be that bad."

"Oh, I see what this is about..."

"Well, what do you expect? A guy shows you a good time..."

"You hurt me..."

"What did you expect? You came onto me like a whore!..." She was quiet. "I had my girlfriend in the other room!" And with this beautiful reversal of blame, I even impressed myself.

"I... just wanted to see you again..."

"Then fucking get on your knees and suck it, Bitch!"

"Okay! Okay... don't yell at me..." She dropped to her knees. She unzipped the zipper slowly and pulled my meat out. She looked up at me one more time, and then took it in her mouth. A blissful smile crossed my face as I felt her servicing me. Whether or not everything else went through as planned, the girl who desecrated my name was now servicing me. And mainly because she wanted to- I could tell. It was a nice boost for my ego.

"Yeah, you like it don't ya, bitch?"

"Mmmm...," she hummed.

"What do we have here?" A voice said. It was Devin. Alicia's eyes opened wide and she tried to back off of my cock. I held her head.

"Don't you dare stop," I said to her. "Whassup Devin?"

"Wow, she's really going at it," he said. I was a little surprised at how calm he seemed. I knew he'd never received a blowjob, let alone watch one performed in his house.

"Yeah, she's a good little cocksucker." Alicia turned red with embarrassment. And she wasn't even the one exposing himself. "Hey, I just remembered: I have no gas."

"Well, I can let you borrow a few bucks," he said slowly. "But it'll cost you." I could sense a tremble in his voice. "I mean you already owe me for stuff."

"No problem." He hesitated, so I continued. "How about some of this bitch?" Alicia's eyebrows furrowed at my words.

"Sure."

"Get on in under her." Devin crawled behind her and reached for her panties. Now realizing the seriousness of the situation, Alicia jumped up, despite my attempts to keep her head locked in position.

"What the fuck? What are you- ?" Alicia screamed. She was not as drunk as I'd hoped. I could still handle this.

"Come on. We're just making a little trade-" I began.

"I'm not a.. a fucking bargaining chip!"

"Apparently you are. What, would you rather walk all 20 miles to your house?" Alicia teared up as she realized what was happening. A few other guys had entered the room. Affirming my hypotheses about her whoredom, she looked back at Devin, considering her options for a moment. Maybe if Devin were only a bit more handsome, she would have relented. He just stared blankly back at her in that one second of tension.

"Yes!" But before Alicia could step away. I grabbed her ears and twisted them. I guided her back to her knees as she cried out in agony.

"Look, you don't have a choice. Start sucking, you little bitch." I let go of her ears and shoved my dick into her mouth again. Teeth scraped my member as she pulled away. I grabbed an ear again. "I said suck it, you fucking whore! And if I feel teeth again, I'll knock every last motherfucking one out of your mouth! Understand?" She kind of nodded and sucked me off as tears ran down her face. By this time, Devin was inside of her and pumping away.

Even I couldn't believe what was happening. It made me rock hard though, to final live my fantasy of being a master to a sex slave. There's no lube like a girl's tears. Also, my revenge was finally being realized. I came in her mouth.

"Swallow it!" I ordered. She swallowed, bobbing along on Devin's dick. I laughed, being in my post-orgasm state of mind, and offered her a drink. She took a few drinks of alcohol- to get rid of the taste or to rid herself of the memory of this night currently forming in her head, I don't know. She seemed not to mind her state so much anymore. I moved away from the spectacle to enjoy the show with the rest of my friends.

"I want to fuck her, too." James said to me in a low voice.

"Go ahead," I said. James looked around, and then fed Alicia his dick. James gave a long moan as she half-consciously mouthed it.

Between all of the guys, all of her holes were abused that night. At first, just two at a time, then three. When Dave was pounding her asshole, she was yelling out in pain, and I knew she was starting to sober up. It was time to take her home.

"Okay okay, let's go," I said to her after Dave came. There were a couple of moans of disappointment from guys who had not yet had their turn. I helped her to her feet and handed her her clothes that the guys had removed during the course of the evening.

"I gotta clean up," she said, slurring her words. I think she meant like a shower, but I didn't feel like waiting. And this was Devin's house- I didn't want to impose on him by staying longer. I handed her some paper towels and watched as she cleaned the cum from her face, neck and ass. Then I gave her a morning-after pill that I had found in her purse. I didn't think anyone came in her vagina, but it was a good idea nevertheless.

On the drive home, I remember thinking that I hope she didn't notice the tank was full. I looked over at her and then realized she probably didn't even know her own name, after all she had been through. Her eyes, when she opened them, looked straight ahead, oblivious to the world around her. We were just driving, but I could tell she was out of it.

"If you're going to be sick, don't do it in the car," I told her.

"I'm going to be sick," she said. I pulled over and held her hair as she puked in the grass. After we had left the party, I think I acted pretty gentlemanlike, if I may say so. Of course, this is after having physically and emotionally abused her, but she had that coming. But that night, I began to feel pity for her finally. She had been very quiet and obedient ever since she had finished sucking me off.

We made it to her house while she was sleeping. It was damn near 3 AM- in fact, "3 AM" was playing on the radio in what must have been the DJ's idea of irony. I shook her.

"Alicia," I whispered. "We're here." She opened her eyes for a moment and closed them. So I helped her out of the car and to her door. She found her keys and as she tried to unlock the door, she suddenly slumped over onto the door and fell to the ground. I sighed. I knew she was going to need my help. I propped her on my shoulder and opened the door. She woke.

"Ow," she realized.

"Put your arm around my neck," I whispered. I walked in the dark, quiet house, with just the moonlight for illumination. I realized I didn't know where her bedroom was.

"Upstairs," she said, reading my mind. I dragged towards the stairs. "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"I gotta pee." I dragged faster, but still tried to be quiet. "To the right. Hurry." When we made it into the bathroom, which was connected to her bedroom, I pulled down her pants and noticed she had started peeing one or two seconds before. I sat her on the toilet, getting very little of her pee on the floor. She folded her arms on her legs and closed her eyes as she peed. She let out a soft fart as I heard the finishing drops. She looked so beautiful on that toilet. Then she slid off, turned around, and threw up- head in the toilet, bare ass pointing at me.

She needed a little help getting undressed. I helped her and watched her fall asleep. She looked so angelic, so beautiful. It made me want to lightly lay a kiss on her forehead ...or have her suck me off while she rides on Devin's cock.

I then hightailed it out of there. With her panties. I had to take a memento. They still smell of a little cum and a little urine. Ahhh.

I think she didn't remember anything of that night. When she said innocently to me, "Help me undress," in that cute humbled voice of hers, I knew she either didn't realize she had just been date raped, or somehow forgave it. Liquor and trauma deal an amnesic blow to the head.

No, Alicia didn't remember that night a bit. At least, she wouldn't have, if it weren't for the rumors of her being in orgies and having sex with strangers. These rumors were spawned, of course, by the photos of her taking three dicks in an orgy of guys she didn't know very well. They were posted in boys' bathrooms across the school. She became somewhat of an outcast, and her words lies. The false rumor about my inadequate sexual performance dissipated. Also, I had a small underground following of guys who praised me for "putting that bitch in her place." One guy just thanked me for making her easier to score with, now that her standards had lowered. And other guys, well, everyone admires a man who has had kinky, kinky sex.

I was back.