Scott climbs to his feet, makes his way over to the bed, and falls back onto it. His head is spinning and his mouth is dry. Now that he’s finished he’s really feeling the effects of the two and a half bottles of wine he drank earlier.
He watches as Hannah climbs to her feet and gather her things and head towards the bathroom. Scott waits until she’s disappeared behind the door before he closes his eyes.
They are still closed a couple minutes later when he hears Hannah finishing up in the bathroom. He lifts his head up but can’t do more than that.
When Hannah comes out she looks like she did upon arriving, all dressed and made up again and looking none the worse for wear.
Scott envies her.
“Thanks,” he says as Hannah heads for the door. “That was fun.”
“My pleasure,” she replies.
“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t see you out the door.”
“Not at all,” Hannah says. She seems like she’s in a hurry.
“Is everything okay?” Scott asks.
“Everything is fine,” she says as she reaches the door
Scott doesn’t believe her. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” she says, opening the door. But before she steps out into the hallway, she turns back. “Actually, it’s not.”
“What’s the matter?” Scott asks, sitting on the edge of the bed now. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” she says. “Well, yes. Sort of.”
Scott flashes her a confused look. “I don’t understand.”
“Listen,” Hannah says. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t understand why you couldn’t have done all this stuff with Taylor. It’s not like you got out of line or anything. I guarantee she’s had a lot crazier shit done to her that what you did to me tonight.”
“You really think so?”
Hannah gives him a little smile. “I know so. I’ve been there for some of it. Hell, I’ve done more extreme stuff to her myself.”
Scott laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t know . . .”
“Trust me,” Hannah says. “That girl is a bigger freak than I am. And that’s saying a lot. She’d enjoy a night like tonight. Especially with you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but she actually kind of likes you. More than girls like us are supposed to like the men we hook up with.”
“Yeah, right,” Scott says.
“I’m serious,” Hannah says. “She talks about you all the time.”
“Really?”
Hannah nods.
Scott isn’t sure if he actually believes her or not but can’t figure out why Hannah would lie about something like this. Unless she just didn’t have a good time tonight and didn’t want him calling her again. Which was entirely possible, he supposes. Just not very probable.
“Well, I better get going,” Hannah says. “I’ve probably already said too much.”
Scott wants to ask her a few more questions but he doesn’t want to seem desperate, and besides, she’s already closing the door behind her so he just lets it go.
He falls back onto the bed and tries not to think about the implications of Hannah’s little confessional there at the end. Luckily for him the copious amounts of alcohol still in his system and the total exhaustion from the evening with Hannah combine to send him into a deep, dreamless sleep almost immediately. He will worry about Taylor later. Right now it’s time to recover.
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DESTROYING THE DEPRAVED TEEN
I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Haley. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.
“Hey Haley, what’s up?” I said.
“Are you busy?” she replied.
“Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”
“Do you have a problem bailing on them?”
I laughed. Haley wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 19-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.
“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.
“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Haley said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.
“I’ll be waiting.”
I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Haley was. It simply wasn’t possible.
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I showed up at Haley’s door half an hour later.
“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Haley it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.
“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling
